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brodieland · 2 months

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 He's just not you !! ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Dionysus!Reader Synopsis: After a messy break-up and reader moves on, she realizes that no one can be Percy. Warning(s): cursing, allusions to sex(I basically said it I just didn't describe it), reader and Percy are 18 at the beginning. Word Count: 2770

You and Percy met back when you first came to camp a few years ago. The two of you were never close, but you both had the same friends so you were friendly with each other.

One night a couple of the other campers decided to get together and throw a party. The party was in a deep neck of the woods where not even the harpies could locate. While everyone was dancing and having fun, you and your brother Pollux snuck off to bring some wine back for the party. When you and Pollux ran back with the wine everyone began to cheer and start drinking, and as quickly as you ran in, kids started getting tipsy.

As the party continued, it was now nearing 1AM. You decided to sneak off for a little bit to enjoy some quiet by the creek, only hearing faint sounds of music behind you. Along with the rest of the party, you yourself, despite being a daughter of Dionysus, were quite drunk. Your senses were off and before you know it, Percy came and sat down next to you, with a nearly empty bottle clutched in his hand.

"Hey Percy" you slurred out, causing the both of you to laugh a little. Dionysus kids were supposed to have a higher tolerance, clearly it's not showing.

"Heyy Y/N" Percy dragged out. You both sat there giggling for no apparent reason. You were both so intoxicated neither of you had a coherent thought for the past 30 minutes. You both were so intoxicated you didn't realize how close you were currently sitting. You both were so intoxicated you didn't realize you were both leaning in. And you both were so intoxicated, you didn't realize you two were now making out.

The kisses you both were sharing were hot and sloppy. The taste of the wine was dripping from the both of your mouths, and the need to take each others clothes off was absolutely suffocating. You both had ran back to Percy's cabin as fast as possible, trying your best not to stumble over each others feet. After you both made it you stripped of each others clothes and had a longgg and funn night.

When you had woken up at around.. 6AM?? You were fighting a massive headache, courtesy to the long night of drinking. When you finally came to your senses you realized the arm that is currently wrapped around you was Percy's arm. You tried to sneak out of bed while trying not to wake Percy, but failing miserably when you were trying to get up but slipped and rolled to the floor, creating a loud thump. You were groaning loudly as the Poseidon boy started to stir awake.

"Do you have to be loud while you sneak out, the whole point of sneaking is to be quiet." Percy muttered as he rubbed his eyes awake.

"Sorry.." Silence filled the room as Percy sat up and you both stared at each other. "We probably shouldn't have.."

"Well- we already did. And I know you had fun" you looked away as you were absolutely flushed in the face as you recalled last nights activities.

"Yeah um" you paused "yeah, but still.. I should probably start heading out." You grabbed one of the sheets and kept it tied around you as you started to pick up your clothes from the floor. Percy just stayed in bed, planning on returning to sleep after you left and staying in till noon.

As you finished getting dressed and headed toward the door Percy began to speak. "Hey, uh, don't be a stranger you know." You stopped and turned back to Percy, giving him a thumbs up before leaving. You stood outside the doors taking a deep breathe before running back to your cabin and slipping back into bed before your brother woke up and noticed you.

The rest of the week went by as normal, at least that's what you wanted to say. You and Percy still hung around the same people so things were kind of awkward for a while, thankfully no one said anything about it. The two of you silently agreed not to say anything about that night. You were just drunk.

At this point a month has now passed. You and Percy were past it and were actually now conversing as normal friends. Things were going good in your eyes.

One evening while Pollux was anyway for a quest, you were sat alone reading a book in your cabin and listening to the rain drizzle in from outside. Suddenly there was a knock at your door. When you went up and opened the door, you didn't expect to see Percy standing there. He was slightly wet from the rain, looking nervous.

You tilted your head at him, confused as to why he needed to get here in the rain so urgently. "Percy?"

Percy didn't respond before just leaning forward and kissing you. You began to kiss back, running your fingers through Percy's hair. Then you realized, you're running your fingers through Percy's hair. You pulled away and looked into Percy's glossy eyes.

"Percy! What is this" you said quickly. You didn't mind kissing him if you were being honest with yourself, but you had thought that this would never happen again.

"Please- I, I just reallyyy need you right now. Y/N please?" The desperation in his voice was kinda turning you on. You looked between his eyes and quickly down at his lips before jumping up in his arms and reconnecting your lips. As Percy began to walk toward your bed, you made sure to kick the door shut so no one got a free peak at what was about to happen.

And yeah, it happened again. And yeah, things were a little awkward again. Percy made the effort to talk to you, but you were still kind of confused with what the two of you were. While campers were finishing up their lunches, you sat high up in a tree playing with the leaves and growing some grape vines. As you plucked a grape off the vine and ate it, Percy had climbed up and sat in front of you, leaving you no where to run.

"Why are you avoiding me, I thought we stopped that" Percy spit out.

"Oh um, hey Percy" you didn't know what to say. You didn't specifically know why you were avoiding him, you just knew you didn't want to fall for a guy who only came looking for you when he was horny.

"Can you please answer me?" Percy was basically pleading.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?

"I mean, are you just using me? Because if you are can you just stay away from me" you begged.

"What makes you think that's all I care about?"

"You never come and seek me out, and last time you did was just to get in my pants. So what's your deal?"

"My deal is I don't know how to talk to you, but I know I like you."

"Are you serious?" Your eyes were wide. You really thought you were just being used.

"Very. I've been wanting to figure out how to just ask you out or something, but I don't know how. And after sleeping together its been awkward.." Percy looked down. "Not that I regret it though" you chuckled at the last part.

You smiled subtly as you reached and grabbed for Percy's hands, bringing him closer to you. Percy looked down at you, slowly leaning in and kissing you tenderly. Not even caring that your dad was roaming around somewhere.

After a few days, you and Percy were now officially dating. Your friends were utterly shocked when you told them the full story as to what happened between the two of you.

The next few months went by as a breeze, the two of you couldn't have been happier. Now of course, the honeymoon was coming to a close. The two of you seemed to have been arguing over the smallest things. Like 'why were the two of you so friendly?' or 'why couldn't you just do the one thing I asked of you?' These screaming matches made you both glad you didn't have siblings, or at least many of them, all the yelling would just lead to sex and to having a good next day, then the cycle would start back up.

Fast forward, today was now your one year anniversary. You had woken up In Percy's bed, just to turn over and see that he wasn't there. You decided not to think much of it as you just got dressed and left the cabin to find Percy. You began walking around till you saw Percy sparring with head Hermes counselor, Luke. You continued to make your way toward the two when Luke was the first to notice you.

"Hey Y/N" Luke greeted still fighting with Percy.

"Hey guys" you said.

"Oh hey Y/N, sorry for leaving earlier, just felt like working out" Percy said as he swung at Luke before they both stopped and put their swords down so Percy could talk to his girlfriend.

"Yeah no.. it's uh, fine." Did he not remember or something? "Anyways do you have plans or something later?"

"Um I think I'm leading a sword class for some of the younger campers later, why?" Oh.

"Um, no reason it's fine. I'm gonna head back to my cabin see you later" You rushed as you ran back to your cabin trying not to let the rushing tears fall from your eyes.

"Whats up with her" Percy questioned as he turned back to Luke who looked at him like he was the biggest moron ever.

"There's no way even I remember and you don't" Luke said bluntly.

"What are you talking about?"

"Percy. What day is it?"

"Um Tuesday, I think?"

"No dude, the date." Then it finally clicked in Percy's head.

"Holy shit, I'm such a dick. Look I gotta run" And with that Percy ran off to your cabin. He ran in and saw you curled up in your bed crying. He went to sit right by you as he began apologizing "Look Y/N I'm so sorry, please forgive me it just slipped my mind."

"Really? The day you finally asked me out just slipped your mind?" You said as you stood up, you sadness turning to anger. "Percy what are we even doing here?"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying all we do is fight, when was the last time we had a good day that was followed up by another good day instead one full of fighting?" You wanted to say more but Percy cut you off.

"Look Y/N I'm sorry but please, we can work it out. Just please don't say it, don't say what I think you're going to say."

"I have to Percy. We aren't working. And us wanting it to work isn't what's going to make it work. We have to stop." You were basically sobbing at this point. And when you rubbed your eyes to remove the tears, you saw Percy was also crying at this point.

"No please I'm sorry don't do this."

"I'm sorry Percy" you kept crying. "Please just leave" you said the last part quietly, but loud enough for him to hear you. He didn't continue to fight you, he just began to leave. The second he left you went back to the spot in your bed you were curled up on and continued to sob.

The next few weeks were hell, but they were needed. You slowly began to heal and enjoy the argument free days you were having. On a sunny afternoon, you were hanging out with your friend Silena in her cabin while she gave you a makeover. It was something she enjoyed doing, so you just let her. As she finished up, her sister walked in telling her she needed her to oversee something as head counselor. When Silena began to walk out, she asked you to deliver something to Charles as the Hephaestus workshop, which you did.

When you got there and did what Silena asked of you, you made you way to leave. As you did so, you tripped on some left over scrap on the floor, falling toward the floor landing on your knees.

"Woah there are you okay" said one of the Hephaestus kids as he came up to you and helped you up.

"Yeah that's my bad, hopefully that wasn't anything important" you said sheepishly as you looked down at the scrap metal.

"Nah you're good don't worry about it" he then extended his hand toward you. "Anyways, I'm Caleb."

"Y/N" you said as you shook his hand. "Anyways I've got to head out, see ya around."

"Yeah," Caleb said. "I sure hope so" he whispered the last part as he watched you walk away.

The next few weeks, you kept seeing Caleb around. He continued to spark up conversations every chance he got and the two of you began to become friends.

After about a month into your friendship, things started to shift. Caleb started to shift at least. You noticed he'd try asking you to hang out alone more often, and he'd make you little things while in the work shop. Of course you found it sweet, and your friends in the Aphrodite cabin found it even sweeter. You weren't blind, you could see Caleb's budding crush that he had on you. You didn't want to stay hung up on Percy, so you tried to let your self get closer to Caleb.

At first it worked, you were having fun. It felt free to just hangout with someone without all the fighting. Until one day he took you out to walk by the river together. You both were just talking like normal when Caleb suddenly started to get quiet.

"Hey Caleb, are you okay? Why are you so quiet?" You stopped walking and just turned to look at him.

He got shy and was looking down at the floor before looking at you in the eyes. "I can tell you anything right?"

"Yeah I mean, that's what friends are for right?"

"Right.. friends." he said with a weird reluctance on the word 'friends.' And with that, he just leaned in and kissed you. You felt nothing. There were no butterflies, and no want to kiss back. Just a single tear sliding from your left eye.

When Caleb pulled away and say your expression he began apologizing profusely. You just shook your head and told him it wasn't his fault, but that you had to go. You apologized and started running as fast as you could.

Finally, you saw the famous sea-green cabin. You walked up and a few more tears had slid down as you started banging and banging on Percy's door, praying to the gods that he's in here and he answers. Which thankfully he did.

"Y/N? Are you okay whats wrong?" Percy looked concerned, like he still cared. That look alone made you feel more than the kiss you shared with Caleb.

"Percy, I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I thought we didn't work and I tried to move on. But oh my gods, there's no one ever who could compare to you. Fighting just showed we care-"

Percy's lips were pressed onto yours. His lips were so warm and familiar and you couldn't have felt better that they were back on yours.

"I hated seeing you with that fucking Hephaestus kid." He kissed you quickly before pulling away and saying "I'll be better, and I'll swear it on the river of styx. I'm never letting you go again." He whispered this last part. "And I don't want to see that Caleb kid sniffing around my girl every again okay?"

You giggled as you just brought him back into a kiss. That was something you didn't mind agreeing to and if you were Caleb, you also wouldn't have minded agreeing to it. This may have been the best make-up sex the two of you ever had.

Now the two of you were in over a year into your relationship. And when Percy swore it on the river of styx, he truly meant it. You guys weren't fighting and you learned to talk. You just needed the time apart to truly feel what you were missing. And now you both were happier and healthier than before. It was all just perfect.

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oatsmeall · 3 months

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Softly, Quietly.

Jk! x f!reader | Established relationship

Jungkook imagine | warnings: Shy reader, insomnia.

On nights when you couldn't sleep you would just go to your living room or kitchen to listen to music softly and quietly while you brewed yourself some tea or coffee. This was your form of therapy.

Jungkook was no stranger to your actions but he did find it somewhat concerning. He heard the soft and quiet music coming from the kitchen, He was on his way to get a glass of water when he saw you swaying to the rythem of the song. He loved how at peace you looked.

Swaying your hips from side to side softly to the song 'at last' by Etta James. You were humming the song softly not even realizing Jungkook was standing behind you grabbing himself a glass from your cabinet.

"you're so beautiful, honey" Jungkook says pouring himself some water. You jump out of surprise.

"o- oh I didn't even hear or see you Kook, sorry if I made too much noise I know you're slee-"

"hey shh, it's okay. Promise you didn't wake me up. I just happened to randomly wake up. I was thirsty too so..." He trailed off.

"okay..." You smiled softly at him. Looking away shortly after, you hate to admit it but even after 3 years of dating Jungkook you're still shy around him. Feels like you're a child around your crush.

"You shy? Oh no.. c'mere babe." He grabs your face with his large hands and moves your hair behind your ear. Taking you in, he just stares at you fondly. His big doe eyes admiring you.

Shy still you become red and you sheepishly look down. An unexplainable wave of embarrassment overcomes you. He had no idea of the way he had you so weak.

"Kook..I- I can't.." you say looking down shyly.

"can't what baby? Look at me?" He says in a quiet laugh.

"mhmm... You know I-" he suddenly grabs your face catching you by surprise. He grabs it so you're looking at him.

"it's okay, here. I'm not gonna eat you." He says laughing again. He found this quite amusing. Shortly after the song 'seems like' by The Sinseers begins to play.

"mm I like this song, c'mere" he swiftly grabs you by the waist and pulls you away from the counter and into the middle of the living room.

"you're too beautiful. I love you." He says swaying with you while he holds your hand and his other hand he holds your waist. You guys danced quietly while the song played softly in the background. It felt like something straight out of a movie.

You rested your head on his shoulder while you still danced and swayed. He would whisper sweet things into your ear here and there, and you would giggle a little.

"I think we should do this more often, no?"

"you think so?"

"yes. I love this for us. I feel at peace. With you." You knew this sounded like a cliche but you didn't care in that moment. You were glad Jungkook was there with you. For you.

"mmk... " He says calmly, kissing your forehead and resting his head on top of yours.

11pm went by quick into 1am and then 2am. you guys were dancing and giggling in the living room. You felt like you fell more in love with Jungkook. Deeper and deeper. You were overwhelmed by his affection. The night deepened and you knocked out on top of Jungkook on the couch in the living room. With music peacefully playing in the background. Softly.

#jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #bts fluff #jungkook #bts

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reidspharb · 10 months

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part two on the angst spencer reid (happy ending if u want) 🤞🤞

How You Get The Girl

*Part two to The moment I knew

Summary: After four days of no calls, Spencer tries his hardest to fix things with you

Word count: 1.14k

Warnings: angst, fluff, lead by pure vibes idk

Note: idk whats with me and writing at ungodly hours of the night but this one was written mostly at like 1am so any errors are due to sheer sleep deprivation! also thank you so much to anon who submitted this it was really nice to give this little story a happy ending :) also first anon ask super cool on enough of this now.

It had been 3 days 2 hours and 43 minutes since you had last spoken to Spencer. He knew because he couldn’t stop thinking about that short exchange, how you were so upset you didn’t even let him explain.

Spencer couldn’t stop staring at his phone, picking it up every few minutes, maybe I missed the notifications he told himself.

The truth was, he knew he fucked up and he knew he hurt you and missing that party was the worst decision he had made in a long time.

Thinking about you had consumed him so much that he found it hard to complete his work. He never used his phone at work, unless he needed to call someone for something work-related.

Of course, working with a group of profilers, people began to pick up this odd behaviour. The first to notice was his best friend JJ.

She immediately recognized his anxious demeanour, but she just didn’t know why. After a while, she ruled out problems with his mother, and that didn’t really leave many options.

Spencer didn’t have many friends - at least that they knew of- and most likely didn’t have a girlfriend either, so what was it?

JJ approached him after their round table meeting on a case just a few miles west of Quantico.

“Hey, Spence,” she sighed settling her hands on her hips.

“What’s up JJ?” He replied, obviously trying to act as normal and natural as possible, but it wasn’t really working.

“Nothing, I was just wondering how you’re doing,” Immediately Spencer blushed, obviously embarrassed that his co-workers were noticing his new habits “You just seem… off. Worried. Is everything alright?”

Spencer had tried to hide his shame but clearly, it wasn’t working and he just couldn’t keep it all contained anymore.

“No, I-“ he sighed and looked down at his feet, trying to decide what to say next. Jennifer didn’t even know about his girlfriend, how would she react knowing he hid that from her all this time and also did such a heartbreaking thing to an innocent girl.

He faked a laugh and a dull smile, “No, JJ everything’s fine! I've just been a little anxious because,” he swallowed and tried to come up with a lie as realistic and believable as possible, “I’ve just been awaiting an interview for this teaching job at Virginia Tech, and uh, they haven’t told me the date yet.” He said in a nonchalant tone, praying that JJ wouldn’t push harder.

She obviously knew he was lying, the guy was a genius but he wasn’t a very good liar. Even though she knew there was something deeper, she thought if he wanted her help, he would be honest.

“Oh, cool! I’m sure you’ll get that response soon.” She said cheerfully before walking away and clearing the conversation out of her brain.

After the fourth day had passed Spencer knew he had to do something to make this right, the regret had nearly swallowed him whole.

When he got off work, he drove over to the closet flower shop and purchased a rather large bouquet of your favourite flowers. He remembered when you told him that a bouquet of flowers was always the best apology.

To go along with your flowers, he purchased you a birthday card, to make up for missing the party. It was a rather cute thing, with a pop-up kitten inside, he knew you would love it even if you didn’t say it.

He scrawled a short birthday wish into the card before starting up his car and heading in the direction of your home.

As he drove towards your house in the darkness and rain he couldn’t help but worry about what would happen when he arrived. Would you be so angry you would throw it all in a puddle? Or would you welcome and forgive him and this would all be over. Of course, he hoped for the latter, but he would understand if you were upset by seeing his face again.

Once he had arrived, his heart raced as he stepped out of the car and headed towards the front door. When he walked up the stairs, already wet from the rain, he thought of the first time he ever strolled up those short steps and your first kiss standing right there in front of your front door.

He rapped on the door two times fast and two times slow, just like he always did. He could feel himself nearly shivering as his hands just about vibrated while he waited in that infinitely long moment for you to open the door.

He heard the chain on your door unlock and as the door swung open, he saw your face. Your tear-stained, puffy, red face. Seeing you like this almost brought tears to his own eyes.

The way you looked at him ate at him from the inside.

You sighed and looked him up and down, inspecting the flowers he was holding.

“Oh my god, Spencer. Are you insane?” You practically shrieked when you realized he was standing outside your door at 9 PM in the pouring rain.

“I know, I’m sorry. I should have called first before I just showed up, but I nearly lost my mind missing you.” He said truthfully. “I was just too afraid to see you and tell you that what I did was so fucking stupid and I just really h-“

Just like you had on the phone those few days ago, you cut him off, but instead of with a snarky remark, with a hug. You nearly jumped into his arms. You didn’t care if you got wet or if the flowers got ruined, you just wanted to feel him.

After the lengthy embrace, you let your boyfriend in. He gave you your flowers and your, now wet, card and made you both tea while you placed them in a large glass vase.

The two of you sat down on the couch and you let him explain this time, fully explain. You could feel his remorseful aura, and even though what he did sucked, you didn't care anymore, you were just so happy to have him with you.

After your long discussion, you ate leftover cake, then celebrated your birthday by binging your favourite tv shows and remembering old memories.

The following morning, Reid decided to move in with you, telling you he never wanted to be away from you at a time like that again. He hung up framed photos of you all over the house of kisses on cheeks and happy memories. He would remind you nearly every morning how much he loves what you have and wants you no matter what, for worse or for better, nearly like wedding vows.

And you can say proudly he never missed another birthday.

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moondustpugh · 2 months

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Midnight smoking with Joe, fluffy stuff, lingering touches sharing cigarettes.

Midnight Company

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe couldn't sleep because there was something he couldn't stop thinking about, and you just came home from a failed attempt of meeting someone at the pub because you couldn't seem to be so interested in anyone at all. However, you both knew there was a reason why you both couldn't keep your minds clear.

Author's Note: This request has been sitting in my inbox, and I have been wanting to do it. So, here you go! :)

Wordcount: 2K

“Ah, I see you’re still awake.”

You entered the flat just a little right after midnight and found Joe sitting on the sofa. The living room lights were turned off and the only thing illuminating the room was the television. He was watching an episode of Succession, and you knew then that he couldn’t sleep. Being flatmates with Joe for the last two years had made you learn the little things he did whenever something was bothering him. Smoking at the balcony at 1am because he couldn’t seem to figure out what he needed to do for the character he was playing. Sitting on the sofa and watching one of the episodes of the show he was currently watching meant he couldn’t sleep for some reason.

Joe let out a soft groan, throwing his head back on the sofa and rubbing his tired eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He muttered.

You kicked off your shoes and walked towards him in the living room and flopped yourself down next to him on the sofa. You reached over to grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl that was sitting on his lap.

“Hey!” Joe grabbed your wrist. “Make your own.”

“Don’t be so selfish.” You teased him, pulling your wrist away from his grip before putting the handful of popcorn in your mouth.

Joe chuckled softly and shook his head as he grabbed a piece of popcorn and threw it at you.

“See, now you’re just wasting food.” You rolled your eyes before reaching over to grab more.

Joe threw his head back on the sofa and let out a sigh. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you focused your attention on the television. There was a comfortable silence between the both of you for a moment.

“How was your night?” Joe finally asked.

You shrugged, “It was okay.”

“I’m surprised you came home this early or that you came home at all.”

You side eyed him for a moment before shrugging again and stuffing your face with a handful of popcorn. He knew that you went out tonight with your friends, but you were also hoping that you would meet someone at the pub tonight.

“Men are assholes.” You murmured.

Joe couldn’t help but let out a laugh and moved himself a little closer to you and said, “Not all of them.”

You threw your head back on the sofa and turned your head to face him. His chocolate button eyes were sparkling as he gave you a playful smile. Joe was always like that. Even if you two had made an agreement that nothing would happen between the two of you, you still felt your heart beat out of your chest every time those eyes stared into yours. You both had one night of mistake—at least that was what you two had agreed on— and promised each other it wasn’t going to happen again.

It was the beginning of the year last year, and you both got too drunk during New Year’s Eve, and you both didn’t even remember much of what happened. Again, that was what you told yourself at least. You didn’t know if Joe was lying too, or he truly didn’t remember it. You, however, remembered that night crystal clear, but you didn’t want anything weird between the two of you, so you told him that you didn’t remember anything. Since that night, you two agreed that you both just got too drunk and got carried away since both of you were single.

That was all.

But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t stop thinking about it. That didn’t mean that you were okay with it because you had told yourself many times to move on from it because Joe didn’t feel the same. However, you always found yourself pushing other men that you would meet at the pub because they weren’t like him. They weren’t Joe.

God, you were pathetic.

You needed to let go of these unrequited feelings.

“Hmm…” You hummed softly, giving him a soft smile. “Oh, yeah? And is that one of them, you?”

Joe shrugged and just stared at you with a smile tugging on his lips. You let out a belly laugh as you stared at the ceiling. Letting your head rest on the sofa was making your head spin from the alcohol you had drank tonight, and you were sure Joe also had some considering the amount of beer bottles that were sitting on the coffee table.

“Wanna go for a smoke?” Joe got up from the sofa, reaching his hand towards you.

“Yeah, sure.” You took his hand in yours and followed him out the balcony.

Lighting the cigarette, you leaned against the metal railing and stared at the starry night sky. It was quiet, and the streets were empty. It was almost so peaceful and unreal.

“So, how come you haven’t met anyone that interested you?” Joe asked.

You didn’t know if you wanted him to press this subject because honestly at your state right now, you didn’t know if you could just stay cool and tell him some lame excuse as to why you weren’t so interested in anyone other than him.

After letting out a puff of smoke, you shrugged again. “Like I said, men are assholes.”

Joe laughed, shaking his head. “Even I don't believe that. It has been months. You’re telling me they’re all assholes?”

You tilted your head, brows furrowing. “Why do you care so much? Is this what happens when you can’t sleep? You just get into everyone’s business?”

A playful smile tugged on your lips and Joe took a step forward towards you. His eyes studied you for a moment, and it only made your knees weak. You didn’t know what he was doing, but it definitely was making your insides turn.

“I just care.” Joe murmured. “There’s no way a man would let you go that easily even if you refused them.”

“Well, they’re all assholes and cowards then.” You inhaled your cigarette one more time before finally putting it out.

You chuckled softly and stared at the night sky for a moment. You didn’t have to look for you to realize that Joe was just staring at you. You didn’t want to turn and face him. You were too scared. You may have drank tonight, and your head was spinning, but you knew you were close to stepping over the line.

“Well, what about you? Since you’re so interested in my personal life, how come you haven’t gone out there either? I’m sure all the girls are all over you since you’re so famous now.”

Joe laughed and said, “None interests me either.”

His answer sort of made your heart skip a beat. You were being way too vulnerable. At this point, you were telling yourself that you were being delusional for hoping that maybe Joe hasn’t dated anyone because maybe he felt the same. Walking back inside the flat, you grabbed yourself a bottle of beer, which probably wasn’t such a good idea and flopped yourself back on the sofa.

“Hm… I guess I’m not the only picky one here.” You teased him, taking a sip of your beer.

“Okay, so why are you so picky? What are you looking for in a guy?” Joe settled himself next to you on the sofa.

You glanced up at the ceiling as you thought about his question. However, there wasn’t anything that was popping up in your mind because you already knew the answer. But you had to make some kind of excuse, right?

“I don’t know. Someone that doesn’t bore me to death.” You laughed. “What about you?”

Joe shrugged. “Not sure, honestly. I haven’t thought about that.”

You raised your brow at him. You may be lying to him, but he definitely wasn’t a good liar when it came to his excuses.

“You’re such a liar!” You laughed, taking a piece of popcorn and throwing it at him.

“Me? You’re the one who couldn’t answer my question too.” Joe laughed.

You grabbed more popcorn as you flicked more towards him, making his jaw drop in shock. Laughters echoed in the living room as Joe tried to defend himself, but you were at this point just making a mess in the living room.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Joe laughed, trying to use the throw pillow as a shield.

He then grabbed you by the wrists gently as you stared into each other’s eyes. You felt your heart beating so fast that it was roaring in your ears. You stared at Joe’s chest that was also heaving as he moved closer to you. You felt the air between the two of you shift, and you knew that you were about to cross the line.

“Joe…” You whispered as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

“Am I part of your asshole list?” He asked, and you immediately shook your head so fast that your mind was spinning for a moment.

“Never.” You replied, voice so low.

You could feel your hands tremble as your eyes stared at Joe’s lips. His fingers slowly grazed your cheek before letting his thumb traced the outline of your lips. It sparked something inside of you, and you couldn’t explain what it was. All you knew was that the alcohol was running through your veins, and Joe being this close to you was electrifying every bone of your body.

“Good.” Joe murmured. “Because you were right. I am a liar.”

You bit your bottom lip as you held in your smile.

“Oh?” You raised your brow at him, your eyes suddenly staring down at both of your hands. “How so?”

You played with his fingers that were on your lap. You couldn’t bear to look at him. You knew if you did, you wouldn’t know what to do.

“Because you’re the only one that I can’t stop thinking about.” Joe admitted.

The surprised look on your eyes immediately caught his. You had too much alcohol, but you knew you weren’t dreaming, right? Joe actually told you that.

“W…What?” Your voice stuttered.

Joe softly brushed his thumb on your cheek, his face inches from yours. You could feel his trembling breath as he grazed his nose against yours. Closing your eyes, you could feel the oxygen leave your lungs. Your heart couldn’t fit in your chest anymore, and you kept telling yourself that this was a dream. That you would wake up, and Joe wouldn’t be here anymore.

Was the alcohol getting in your head right now? How many drinks did you have tonight?

“Maybe I’m… I’m a liar too.” You whispered.

“I know.” Joe grinned before pressing his lips against yours.

A small gasp escaped your lips, and your body was paralyzed for a moment. You didn’t know what to do, but as soon as you felt his soft lips move with yours, you couldn’t help but slide your fingers through his hair and pull him close. It felt like a dream, but you knew it was real. Joe’s hands found your hips as he held on to them and pulled you on his lap. A soft hum escaped your lips as you hovered over Joe, tugging on his hair slightly.

“Joe…” You whispered, pulling away from the kiss breathlessly. “Are you sure about this?”

“A hundred percent.” Joe kissed you hungrily and desperately as he gently laid you on the sofa, his lips finding your neck.

Stars exploded at the back of your eyes as you felt Joe’s lips against your skin. Every kiss he left was making your skin on fire, and you never knew you wanted this so bad until now. Pulling away, Joe stared down at you for a moment and smiled. His fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead.

“Are you sure you won’t regret this like last time?” You asked.

“Darling, I never regretted it the first time.” Joe grinned before getting up from the sofa.

Taking you in his arms, you let out a squeal as he carried you down the hall and into his bedroom. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him again. Kicking the door closed behind him, Joe gently laid you down on his bed.

Staring into his chocolate button eyes, you knew you weren't going to regret it either because you never did in the first place. This time, you wouldn’t lie about how you felt too because this was everything.

All of this was everything.

The End.

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maybankluvrrr · 5 months

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first love

y/n perspective

summary: it’s y/n’s 2nd year at columbia university in new york. she thought she’d left her life in OBX in the past, but she’s in for a treat when her first love visits her city.

warnings: kissing

not proofread

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jj maybank, the boy who stole your heart. you’d lived in this city for 2 years now, with endless opportunities, and therefore, endless hookups.

no one compared to him, though. your first love. he was undeniable. yet completely out of reach, as after high school, he stayed in obx. you mutually decided to part ways when you chose to pursue your dreams up north.

even with the endless hookups you had experienced in your 2 years in new york, no one compared to jj maybank. you thought he was in your past for good, but maybe not..

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you’re so excited it’s summer and you’re heading to the hamptons with some of your columbia friends. needless to say, their families are comfortable. many have houses in the hamptons. you’re packing your bikinis when you get a heart stopping notification. your phone reads the unthinkable.

‘jj maybank’

“hey y/n. been a while, hope ur doing well in new york. speaking of new york, i got some surfer friends up in the hamptons and im heading up there tomorrow if you want to meet up. i know its kind of far from the big city, but im gonna be in your state after all, so i thought i’d reach out. no pressure. hope to see u soon”

fuck.

you decide you’re going to wait to respond since you’re busy packing and road tripping today with your friends. you can’t let him ruin another good thing for you. he’s so chaotic, and you’ve finally found some sort of peace in life. although, he has always been in the back of your mind the past 2 years he hadn’t graced your presence. no matter how many one night stands you have, no one is jj. nothing with compare to the butterflies you got around him, the unforgettable late nights you had together at the beach and the chateau. most of all, no one had pleased you as well as jj did. his loving hands, gorgeous voice, you could never replace him.

during the endless summers you spent in obx, jj and you always had an on and off relationship. late night hook ups, early morning sneak outs, you were a kook and he was a pogue after all. whenever you thought things might be getting serious with you guys, he’d end things. you knew he couldn’t commit, so when you moved to new york, you swore off of guys like him. of course he had to stroll back in right at the beginning of your sophomore summer.

*jump ahead*

you’ve made it to the hamptons and you’re settling in with your friends. it’s late so you all decide drink a little bit then go to bed.

the next morning you wake up. even with this beautiful view and nostalgic sounds of the ocean, the stupid text is still floating around your brain. you still haven’t responded. maybe he’ll forget? he’s pretty fucking stupid. clever, but overall, stupid.

you put on a crop top and jean shorts and put your hair in ponytail. you and your friends go out at around noon to go shopping and eat. the day turns into night and suddenly it’s a cool 7pm. you’re about to head to your first bar of the night. 3 bars later, it’s 10:30pm. all pretty buzzed, you all go into an uber heading to the last bar. you mostly stick to drinking these days rather than weed.

the final bar was literally right on the beach. you all stumble in confidently together. your friends have been trying to find a guy for you all night, most of them have steady rich boyfriends, but those guys were never your type. you and one of your friends, brooke, were the only single girls on the trip. you always joked that you two would get married if all else failed, men wise.

you’re on your final drink of the night and it’s getting late. this is the liveliest bar you’ve ever seen so late at night, you thought the hamptons would be more chill. 1am creeps up on you and you find yourself alone. all of your friends off with some guys, even your taken friends have found a hookup at this bar, there must be something in the air. frantically looking for your friends, your eyes land on brooke.

holy shit.

her arms are wrapped around a blond guy’s neck. this is not just any blond guy. jj fucking maybank. brooke is the newest to the friend group, so she doesn’t really know about jj. she doesn’t know she’s dancing in a beach bar with my first love, she just thinks he’s any other blond guy.

our eyes lock. those deep blue eyes i’ve yet to forget and i’ve longed to reconnect with. his arms to detach from brooke’s neck and he tells her he’s going to go to the bathroom. i’m pretty good at reading his lips.

as he walks towards me, a wave of that similar scent i once loved hit me. it’s jj, of course he’s high.

“hi” he said.

“hi” i respond.

“what are you doing here alone”

“i’m not alone” you say.

“you look pretty alone”

he’s still a bitch.

“that girl you were with over there is my friend”

“i didn’t know that, y/l/n”

“how could you? we haven’t talked in what, a year? two years?” you ask obliviously.

“well, i.. texted you. got no response”

“i’ve been busy”

“drinking at bars alone?” he asks.

“no. i mean, whatever” you say.

“why didn’t you respond?”

“why should i have, jj? im trying to leave you in my past, you know that. you couldn’t just stay away from new york? for god’s sake there’s 49 other says to go to.”

“i didn’t come for you y/n. i just thought it would be nice to let you know i was coming in case we bumped into each other like right now.” he said.

“whatever jj”

you walk away and onto the beach not far from the bar.

he follows you out there, forgetting about meeting back up with brooke.

“i just want to talk y/n!” he yells from 30 feet behind me.

“fine jj. talk. enlighten me. i’d love to hear what you have to say since it’s so important” you say.

“you know i’ve missed you y/n. obx isn’t the same without you. i have mo purpose there.” he says.

“i had to leave, you should know that better than anyone.” you reply.

“i know, y/n. but im older now and i get if you never want to even look at me again, but if you want to just be civil im totally down. that’s all i want, no bad blood. just give me a chance, ok? i know i’ve fucked up time and time again but-”

your phone drops out of you hand and onto the sand, you kiss him.

“y/n” jj said.

“jj..” you reply.

part 2 soon <3 let me know if u like this!

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luvsturn1 · 17 days

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Beginers luck

hey guys this is my first post on here so lmk what you think abt this

(ps: all my works are on Wattpad I just wanted to try posting on here) js search up luvstromboli1 and it should pop up if y'all wanna read my other stuff

paring: Matt x reader

warnings: smut, first time, oral (f & m), masterbating

not proofread!!

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It was currently 1:30 and you had just finished showering. You were about to go to bed when you heard your phone buzz. Sighing as you sat up to pick up your phone to see who texted you. It was Matt. Your best friend since you were little. Opening your phone as you clicked on the text to respond.

Matt: you still up Matt: hello, ik your still up you stay up till 4am every night.

You: yes Matthew I’m still up what do you want

Matt: hello to you to grumpy pants Matt: anywayyy what are u up to

You: really Matt your texting me at 1am to “ see what I’m up to”

Matt: woww I can’t text my best friend anymore.

You: matt.

Matt: finee I was wandering if i could have sum pics of you

You: um ig but why

Matt: because I miss your face that’s all

You: mhmm you literally saw me 2 days ago but whatever you say You: 5 images You: that’s all you get

Matt: thanks and can you come over tomorrow

You: yea I can what time

Matt: whenever

You: ok I’ll see you tomorrow I’m going to bed goodnight

Matt: goodnight princess

You decided to go to bed because it was getting late, and you wanted to get to Matt’s house as early as possible.

It was around 11:30 when you woke up. You knew that Matt wouldn’t be up until at least 1:00. So you decided to shower to hopefully pass some time. Once you got done around 12:45 you got dressed and put on some sweets and a tank top. It was pretty basic but it’s fine because you were just going to Matt’s house. When you got done getting dressed you put your shoes on and texted Matt saying that you were leaving.

He didn’t respond so you texted him again. Still no answer. So you just decided to go to his house because you have a key and he did say you can come over whenever.

Once you got to his house you parked and got out of the car. You walked up to his front door pulling out your keys to unlock the door. When you got it unlocked you walked in and saw Chris on the couch in the living room.

“ oh hey Chris sorry I thought you guys weren’t home. Is Matt up?”

“ umm I don’t know I think he is but you can just go in his room. It should be unlocked but if it’s not just let me know.”

“ ok thank you” you said walking to Matt room

“ oh and by the way me and Nick are going somewhere in a little bit but when we get back we are going somewhere with Matt so just make sure Matt’s up and ready by 3ish”

“ ok will do”

When you got to his room you opened the door slowly just in case Matt was still asleep. Even though you were going to wake him up. Once the door was open you were met with Matt sitting in his desk chair his back facing you. So you couldn’t really see what he was doing but you just assumed that he was on his phone or his computer.

You walked in and saw that Matt was in fact not on his computer, but was on his phone looking at a picture of you. The picture that you sent him last night to be specific. You walked closer so you could see what he was doing fully and your eyes immediately opened, jaw dropped so much that your surprised it didn’t go all the way to the floor. Matt was jerking off to a picture of you.

Normally someone would be weirded out or disgusted. But you were the exact opposite. The thought of your childhood friend jerking of to a picture of you, just made your stomach get butterflies.

Matt hasn’t noticed you yet and you’re pretty surprised because of how much he was moaning and throwing his head back. The noises he made when he was jerking of were so mesmerizing you could listen to him moaning your name all the time.

“ mhmm fuckkk y/nn” Matt said throwing his head back. Moving his hand up and down his dick even faster.

“ Matthew what are you doing?” You said making him jump and snap his head around towards you.

When he saw that it was you he immediately jumped up and grabbed a blanket to cover himself.

“Fuck I-I’m s-sorry” he said with his head down to avoid eye contact.

“ I never said to stop Matthew” you said stepping closer to him to remove the blanket that was covering his hard on.

“ w-what?” Matt said slightly jumping due to the sudden touch

You were now sitting on his bed facing him. He was as red as a tomato and you could tell he’s never done things like this before. That intrigued you and made you want to continue what you were doing.

“ i never said to stop Matty just keep going. Just pretend that I’m not here” you said leaning back on your hands to observe Matt. His hair was messy just how you liked it, he was wearing black and white pajamas that were down halfway with a black shirt on.

Matt placed his hands back on his member and began moving it up and down slowly. You nodded your head signaling him to continue. Earning a groan from Matt. His head fell back and his eyes fell shut as he picked up his pace on his dick. You placed your hands on Matt’s legs making him open his eyes and look at you.

“ fuck y/n I’m going to cum” Matt said throwing his head back once more.

A minute later Matt was moaning your name and releasing his load onto his hand. You gave him a second to come down from his high because you were definitely not done with him yet. Once Matt caught his breath you stood up and sat on his lap.

“ w-what are yo-” Matt said slightly jumping when he got cut off with your lips meeting his.

Matt was hesitant at first but he soon kissed you back. You moved your hands that were around his neck to his hair tugging slightly. Earning a moan to escape his lips. You took that opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. Matt opened his mouth more giving you more access to explore his mouth. Matt has his hands by his sides and you could feel him move them up slightly every once in a while. But soon moved them back not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You found that cute, but you were growing impatient needing his hands on you. So you grabbed his hands and placed one on your waist and the other on your boob. You felt Matt get hard underneath you making you smile into the kiss.

“ you can touch me Matt your not going to make me uncomfortable.” You said braking off the kiss but soon reconnecting your lips again.

Matt didn’t say anything but just smiled into the kiss as he started toying with your boobs with one hand. Moving your waist back and forth on him with his other. You broke off the kiss to take your shirt and bra off leaving your top half bare for Matt.

“ fuck your perfect for me princess” Matt said has he reconnected your lips.

He soon broke off the kiss and began kissing down your neck. Making you let out a loud moan that if his brothers were home they would have for sure heard. He began kissing down your neck untill he got to the spot above your boob. Looking up at you to make sure that he could continue. You don’t say anything but just nod and he doesn’t wait a second longer and begins sucking on one of your tits and toying with the other. If you knew what he could do with his mouth you for sure would have done this earlier.

“ fuckkk Matt wait stop”

“ what’s wrong did I hurt you” Matt said looking at you with a worried look plastered on his face.

“ no matt not a all i promise. I could have probably cummed if I let you continue. But i wanted to do something before we got carried away” you said standing up to kneel between his legs

You look up at him for consent but instead of him nodding his head he gives you a confused look. You stand up and sit on the bed to face him.

“ are you a virgin Matt?” You say smiling a little hoping he would say that he is so you would be his first.

“ is it bad if i say yes” Matt says looking down avoiding eye contact yet again.

“ not at all Matty trust me” you say smiling as you sit back where you were between his legs

“ w-what are you doing” Matt says confused

But you don’t say anything and just smile at him. Before taking him in your hand. You start to move your hand up and down slowly, earning a moan from Matt. You place your mouth at the tip placing soft kisses making Matt buck his hips into your hand.

“ mhm fuckk” Matt says when you take half of him in your mouth.

You start bobbing your head up and down him. Using your hand for what you couldn’t fit. You pick up your pace and start taking more of him until he hits the back of your throat. Making matt let out a moan like scream. Matt has his hands by his sides yet again not knowing where to put them. So you grab one of them and place it in your hair. He is hesitant at first but as soon as he touches the back of your throat again. He quickly pulls your hair making you moan sending vibrations through his dick. Sending him over the edge

“ fuckk y/nn I’m gonna cum” Matt says as he bucks his hips into you before releasing his load all down your throat.

Matt throws his head back closing his eyes to come down from his high. You sit up placing your hands on his legs for support. When you stand up fully you walk to your bag and pull out a condom. You don’t normally use them since you were on the pill. but you just wanted to make Matt more comfortable for his first time.

“ you sure you wanna do this cause you just had 2 orgasms in a row” you say looking at Matt who looks like he’s about to fall asleep.

“ yes I’m sure I wanna do it, but first can i get some water” he says smiling and laughing a little.

“ oh yea of course I’ll be right back, stay here” you say walking out of his room to get him a water bottle.

Once you got back to his room you saw that he wasn’t in his room anymore. You just assumed that he went to the bathroom or something. So you sat down on his bed and waited until he got back. A couple seconds later Matt walks in looking a lot better then when you left to get him water.

“ hey sorry i just wanted to wash my face to get the sweat off because my hair was getting in my eyes” he says sitting down next to you

“ it’s fine here’s your water” you say handing him the water and the condom “ just because it’s your first time i want to make you feel more comfortable” you say smiling and Matt smiles back as he takes a sip of his water before setting it on his desk.

You stand up to finish getting undressed, taking off your sweats and then your underwear. Walking over to Matt who was not paying attention.

“ you know, we should really take these off..” you say tugging at his shirt and pants.

Matt complies taking off his shirt and then standing up to pull off his pants then boxers. When he finishes getting undressed he sits at the edge of his bed. Waiting for you to get on his lap. Matt being the impatient man he grabs your hand and pulls you onto his lap. Making you and him moan due to the sudden friction.

“ fuck your wet” Matt says running a finger through your folds making you throw your head back in pleasure. “ let me eat you out princess.” Matt says as he brings his finger to his mouth sucking your juices off his finger. Moaning as soon as he tasted you.

You don’t say anything but just simply nod your head. Which causes Matt to flip you over so he’s now on top of you. He starts kissing your neck biting and sucking as he moves down slowly. Sucking on one of your nipples and his hands toying with the other. Eventually switching giving the other one the same attention. Making you moan and throw your head back and close your eyes. Matt started to kiss down you again but this time going a lot slower this time. Causing you too open your eyes and you saw Matt blank staring your bare core.

“ Matt are you ok your turning pale” you say tilting your head to the side a little “ if you want to stop you can I don’t want you to feel like I have to do this”

“ no i do, I’ve just never done it before. What if I hurt you” Matt says looking up at you

“ Matt, trust me if you’re hurting me I will tell you.” You say bringing a hand down to play with his hair.

He didn’t say anything but just smiled and nodded before looking back down. Matt started to kiss your inner thighs, slowly moving closer to where you wanted him the most. He placed a small kiss on your clit, sucking on it soon after causing you to let out a loud moan. Encouraged by the sounds your making he started to lick up and down your pussy. Swirling his tongue in your juices. The second Matt tasted you he thought he was in heaven. Letting out a loud groan sending vibrations through your body. Causing you to arch your back and pull Matt’s hair harder.

“ f-fuck matt this feels amazing” you say making Matt moan due to the praise.

He brought his hand up and started to rub fast circles on your clit, while tongue fucking you. Making you let out a loud scream arching your back. You felt him smiling against you making you roll your eyes at the sudden confidence boost he has.

“ ahhh fuck Matt I’m gonna cum” you say grabbing his hair while arching your back

“ come for me princess”

And you do exactly that cumming into Matt’s mouth. Moaning his name. And him sucking up every last bit of it. Once he’s done cleaning you up he sits up on his knees and sheepishly smiles at you.

“ was i good?” Matt says smiling because he knows the answer he just want to hear you say it

“ yes matthew you did absolutely amazing. That was probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” You say making Matt nod and smerk “ not trying to boost your ego or anything”

“ beginers luck I guess" Matt says laughing a little, coming up to kiss you while grabbing the condom that was on his side table. He rips it open with his teeth before sliding it on. He begins to line his tip up to your entrance before stopping and looking at you “I don’t know what I’m doing” he says looking down embarrassed

You don’t say anything but just flip him over so you were now on top of him. You lean in to kiss him kissing down his neck leaving even more marks then before. You sit on your heels as you line yourself up with his tip.

“ just let me know if you want to stop, okay” you say looking at him then looking down after he nods

Once your lined up you slowly start to sink down. The burning sensation of you stretching around him. He was definitely the biggest you’ve had. You stop halfway letting him and you both adjust. You start to sink down onto him more. Both of you letting out a loud moan when you fully bottom out. You sit there for a couple seconds before starting to move up and down slowly. Earning a moan from Matt as he throws his head back. You needed more though, you needed his touch on you to send you over the edge.

“ touch me” you say into Matt’s ear while also nipping at him making him whine.

Matt complies and immediately starts roaming your body with his hands. He grabs your ass moving you up and down helping you ride him.

“ fuck y/n I’m close” Matt says as hes rests his head against his headboard of his bed.

“me too Matty cum with me” you say as you pick up your pace and slam your lips onto Matt’s

Matt brings his hand down to your clit and starts rubbing in fast circles. Pushing you even closer to your climax. You roll your eyes back as you feel a knot in your stomach. You could tell Matt was close too because of his loud moaning and heavy breathing.

“ fuck Matt I’m gonna cum” you say putting your head in the crook of Matt’s neck.

Matt doesn’t say anything but just picks up his pace on your clit. After a few for thrusts your moaning Matt’s name and climaxing around his dick. Him soon following after cursing under his breath throwing his head back onto the headboard.

You stop your movement but not getting off him yet. Still coming down from both of your highs. Once you’ve caught your breath, you place a kiss on Matt’s lips before getting up. Your cum spilling out of you onto him.

“ here hold on let me get a towel” you say getting up to go to Matt’s bathroom. Once you get yourself cleaned up you grab the towel and you go back to his room. Throwing his a clean towel you walk over to his closet and pull out a hoodie and some sweatpants for you and him.

“ thank you” Matt says when you toss him the clothes you say your welcome and you both get dressed.

Hoping into Matt’s bed and laying in his arms. You remember that Matt was supposed to go somewhere with his brothers at 3.

“ shit what time is it” you say grabbing your phone. The time was 3:05 and just in time you heard the front door open. Chris and nick were home which meant that Matt was leaving. There was a knock on Matt’s door and before Matt could respond the door was already opening.

“ yo Matt sorry we are la-“ Chris says stopping in his tracks when he sees that Matt is still in bed. “ why the fuck aren’t ready yet I specific- hold on what’s on your neck”

“ nothing what are you talking about”

“ I’m talking about the hic- wait.. EWW OMG NICKK” is all Chris says before slamming the door shut leaving you and Matt hysterically, laughing.

“ let’s go to sleep I’m tired” you say laying down in Matt’s arms again.

#sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #first time

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pandorascripts · 1 year

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The 241 is so awesome man, beautifully written! Hey, I was just wondering if you could do a part 2 with a happy ending? Cause I have enough angst for today. But if you don't want to or you couldn't write it cause you are busy then could just ignore this request. This is my first time requesting btw :)

241 (PT. II)

note: hey! I wasn’t expecting this story to do so well, so I kinda got off tumblr for a bit. I saw this last night and immediately got to work :) sorry I didn’t answer sooner!!

song: 241, rivermaya. pairing(s): wednesday x fem!reader, bianca barclay x fem!platonic!reader.

warnings: angst, negligence for health (?), fluff, and a happy open ending :)

pt. 1, here, but this can be a stand alone

pt. 3, here.

proof read once, and written at 1am, and today with like seven hours of sleep. enjoy :)

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It had been weeks since you and Wednesday broke up. She gave you your space, watching you from afar. You weren’t oblivious. That’s why you raced out of the classroom immediately, why you changed where you sat at lunch everyday, why you showed up late to every class— it was all to avoid her.

You could tell she wanted to say more, her mouth opening and closing before you dashed out. She’d search for you at lunch, even skipping it so she could check your dorm. It was exhausting, and you were completely drained. Your grades had started to crumble, the bags under your eyes could no longer be hidden by cosmetics, and you could’ve sworn you’d lost an unhealthy amount of weight. You didn’t sleep at night, you couldn’t, not without her cold embrace. But she cheated. She made you this shell of a person.

Bianca tried to help, but you shoved her aside too. You’d shoved everyone aside. You were isolated and that’s how it should be because if Wednesday broke your heart, it was only a matter of time before someone did it again.

As you dragged yourself to botany, you saw a spot of black in the sea of purple. Quickly, you picked up your pace, dashing to the nearest bathroom. You swung the stall open, locking it and squatting on the toilet so your feet wouldn’t show. You lowered your breathing, listening for any footsteps.

You huffed out in relief when no one had followed you. It was unfortunately short lived, seeing as a disgusted face kicked itself under the stall, laying flat on her back. You shrieked out in horror, wedging yourself farther into the wall.

“Dammit, Wednesday!”

She stood up, gently brushing off her thighs. “We need to speak.”

“There’s nothing to speak about,” you grumbled, looking down at your shoes. They were a lot more entertaining than this conversation, and the person in front of you.

“There is—“ She faltered for a moment, her mental dictionary escaping her. “I made a mistake. One that hurt you deeply—“

You snorted, cutting her off. “No shit, Sherlock. Did you hurt Enid trying to get to the evidence to that?”

She frowned, not at all pleased with your attitude. Wednesday stiffened her posture, her face back to a dead expression.

“Look Wednesday, you’re making me late to botany—“

“Not that you wouldn’t have been anyways.”

You gave her a quizzical look, and hopped off the toilet. Due to the small stall, you were in her face. She gazed up at you, her cold eyes meeting yours for the first time. You took a moment to assess her, letting your eyes wander. Her usual makeup was way lighter, her eye bags showing too, there was a slight gloss in her eye, and a vulnerability to them. You gulped, who the hell is pretending to be Wednesday? She’d rather be caught watching chick-flicks than be vulnerable.

“What do you mean by that?”

“As a means to see me as less than possible, you’ve been late to botany eighteen times. On the off chance you weren’t, you were indulging yourself in the rare conversation with someone. Although, conversations are something you seem to be avoiding, given how I had to chase you down in a stall for one.”

You shifted uncomfortably on your feet. “What about it?”

“You rival Sinclair with your desire for human interaction, this behavior is completely unlike you. I fear I may be the cause.” She broke eye contact with you, copying you moments ago as she stared at her platforms.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Causing you pain isn’t any complement.” Wednesday looked back up at you, her face still neutral, but in her eyes held a war.

They flickered from being vulnerable, open for you, so that you could see her. But they flashed back to cold and ruthless so hard you could’ve received whiplash. Wednesday was at an impasse, and you feared the vicious one you knew so well, would win. You were wronged when her hand slowly came up, placing itself on your bicep. She watched her hand for a moment, almost afraid of it, before looking back at you. Your breath hitched at the newfound intensity they held.

“I hate hurting you. What I did was pueril, completely beneath me, and I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Tyler is not to blame, only I. I was the one who kissed him—“ You tried to cut her off, but she plowed right through you. Desperately, her other hand shot up to hold you neck. “and I know that I shouldn’t have gambled our relationship on my investigation. They both meant too much to me, and unfortunately I chose the worst option.”

She breathed in shakily, whipping her head side to side as she tried to regain control of her emotions. When your eyes met Wednesday’s again, they were cold, but an equal amount of emotions was kept shown.

“Wedn—“

She placed her forehead on yours, standing up on her tippy-toes.

“Please, tell me you still feel this,” she breathed out.

Her arm holding your bicep slowly started making its way to your neck, leaving a spark in its wake. The tears in your eyes desperately clawed through, trying to tell Wednesday you did. Her touch was hot and cold, burning you alive, but leaving goosebumps trailing after. The pressure on your forehead made you heart swell and beat at godspeed.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that Wednesday got to kick your heart around like a soccer ball, and you still loved her. It wasn’t fair that Wednesday got to treat you terribly, shoving you aside and calling you names whilst you just took it. You knew it wasn’t fair, and that’s way you yanked her hands away. You pinched your eyebrows together, a faux anger overtaking your face.

“No,” you seethed out.

Wednesday’s mouth fall agape, her eyebrows raised slightly. “Wha—“

“No. You and I are over. Stay the hell away from me.”

You shoved her aside, not strong enough to see if you’d broken her. You hastily dashed up the stairs, to hell with botany, and locked yourself in an unused classroom. Grabbing out your phone, you scrolled through you contacts until you found her.

Room 205, please. It’s an emergency.

Within minutes Bianca was in the room, nodded along to everything you said.

“And then I shoved her aside, and told her we’re over. God, im such an idiot—“

“No, not at all. Wednesday was a shit girlfriend, alright?”

You lifted your head off her shoulder, shaking it slightly. “She didn’t know.”

Bianca scoffed, clicking her tongue. “She knew damn well what she was doing. Wednesday did not give zero fucks, and at first I admired her for that, but it’s a shitty trait.”

“This isn’t making me feel better. You were suppose to wallow with me, not trash talk the ex im still in love with,” you grumbled, laying your head back on Bianca’s shoulder.

“You’re right. How ‘bout we watch a movie tonight? My dorm? You can even watch that stupid movie that always pisses me off.”

“Zoolander?” You cheerily replied, wiping the tears off your face.

“Yeah, that dude.”

You mumbled out a line from the movie, chuckling at the stupidity of it.

“I’ll even get ice cream. It’ll be our wallowing time.”

“Deal.” You smiled, closing your eyes.

You may not have Wednesday, but as long as Bianca stood by your side, you were confident you’d overcome her.

Wednesday stared at her dorm wall, not moving an inch.

“Wednesday?” Enid timidly called, closing her magazine.

The werewolf earned no reply, only a loud breath in.

Enid grumbled, marching over the black tape to her friend.

“Groveling isn’t a good look on you.”

Wednesday keep staring at the wall, her writing time well over exceeded. Enid checked the typewriter, not a single word was written. She frowned, for Wednesday had sat down three hours ago.

Enid waved her hand in front of her roommates face. “Yoo-hoo, Earth to Major Tom?”

Within a second, Wednesday was up and out of her chair, hovering in Enid’s face.

“What,” she seethed.

Enid was about to retaliate with some sarcastic remark, but she stopped herself. She took note of Wednesday, who was practically shaking. Enid huffed out a sigh.

“You need to put a sweater on, it’s the middle of December and that damn window doesn’t have any wind-blockers— or whatever.”

“No.”

“Yes, you cant freeze to death.”

Wednesday didn’t grace her with a reply, only looking sadly at her shirt. Enid’s eyes followed Wednesday’s, and she realized that not only was Wednesday’s shirt too big for her, but it was also colorful. It wasn’t too lively, just an asphalt gray and some red plastered over it.

“Is that…?”

Wednesday’s eyes snapped up to Enid, rough and firm. “No.”

“Liar. Thats her— that’s her favorite shirt…” she trailed off her sentence, frowning deeply.

“Second favorite.” Wednesday buried her face in her shoulder, turning around.

“You need to talk with her.”

“I tried that!” She barked, finger cocked like a gun. “How did that conclude?”

Enid gulped. “You shouldn’t give up.”

“You are so exasperating! I gave her my all, I bared my soul to her, and she shoved me aside! I—“

“How do you think she felt?” Enid yelled, shoving her own finger in Wednesday’s face. “How do you think she felt when you berated her with those— those cruel words? When you left her alone at those dates she spent hoursplanning, just so you could learn more about the Hyde?” Enid took another step forward, making Wednesday trip over herself. “Or how ‘bout when you made out with Tyler? I’ve tried being your friend, dude! I tried supporting you, but you are screwing up everything! She deserves better.”

Wednesday gulped, her jaw clenching. Enid watched as her body shook once again, but this time not with rage, or coldness, but with grief.

“I didn’t believe you had the guts to say it, Sinclair,” she whispered.

“Say what?”

“What everyone’s been thinking— what everyone knows,” she corrects. “That I’m no good for her.”

Enid sat Wednesday on her bed, sitting an inch away from her. “That’s not true, I said she deserves better, and who says you can’t be? You just need will, and the spirit.”

“Who’s?”

“Huh?”

“Whose spirit, Sinclair.”

Enids eyes shot open, last thing she wants is Wednesday playing with an Ouija Board. She shuddered, remembering the last time that happened.

“Not literally! Like the metaphorical spirit of, y’know, courage, or, whatever.”

Wednesday nodded. “Will— Would you—“

“Yes, I’d love to help you.”

She nodded again, fidgeting with her hands in her lap. “You have to believe me when I say it came from good intentions. I never wanted her to hurt. I just needed to know that my suspicions were correct. I needed to put him away, so I could protect her.”

The blonde nodded. “I know. It doesn’t make it right, though.”

Hesitantly, Enid wrapped her arms around Wednesday. She left her embrace weak so that if she didn’t like it, the psychic would be free to leave. She didn’t though, instead she rested her head on Enids shoulder, breathing shakily.

“We’re in for a long trip.”

You stomped your foot down on the black petals, stuffing the chocolate in your mouth.

“It’s the third time this week, Bianca. She won’t stop.”

“At least you’re getting free chocolate.” Bianca shrugged, stuffing her mouth with the dark candy again.

With a mouth full, you grumbled. “Maybe it’d be nice if it was from someone else. And these notes?”

Bianca picked one up. “I’ll keep sending these until we talk. You cant stop me.”

She snorted.

“It’s not funny, dude!”

“It is though! Like, how worse can she get?”

You shook your head. “This probably isn’t even the least of it.”

Then, just as if the gods wanted to curse you, a pair of keys slid under your door. You walked over, picking them up with the black ribbon. A small tag was placed on there, only reading ‘enjoy’.

You frowned, turning them over. With a loud gasp, you dropped the keys.

“Did she give you a real rabbits foot?”

You whipped around, jaw dropped to hell. “She bought me a fucking car.”

Bianca’s face copied yours and she paced over to you. She picked up the keys, chuckling.

“What the fuck.”

You snatched the keys out of her hand and opened the door.

“What are you doing?”

“Returning her gift. I’m not letting her but me a car.”

“Hey, be reasonable! Yours has been stuttering every two seconds and it’s gonna break down any day now.”

“I don’t care, Bianca. Stay here.”

You slammed the door shut, not bothering to change out of your slippers. You marched down the stoned corridor, mumbling to yourself.

“Buying me a damn car,” you grumbled angrily.

A tap on your shoulder knocked you out of your rambling.

“Dude! Have you seen the new Porsche parked outside? It’s sick!” Ajax jumped up, grinning.

She bought you a fucking Porsche. You wanted to scream. Ignoring Ajax, you broke into a sprint.

When you saw her dorm come into view, you picked up your pace once again.

“WEDNESDAY ADDAMS!” You yelled, pounding your fist on the wood.

The door swung open, and your fist was caught mid swing by freezing hands.

“You bought me a fucking Porsche?”

“I’ll return it if it’s not to your taste. Perhaps a Lamborghini?”

You scoffed. “No! You’re going to return it either way, and not buy me a car.”

“Yours has been repaired? I thought it was still stalling.”

You looked away, embarrassment coated your face. “Well, no, not exactly, but— but I don’t need half the school fawning over the car you bought me. Not only that, I never asked your to! Those things are like a million dollars!’

“The 911 Turbo Cabriolet is only $195,700. Although I could buy you the 911 GT3 RS, which holds a value of $223,800.”

Wednesday’s hand dropped your fist, still holding it. You gulped.

“Look, I appreciate the gesture, and I think it’s really swe—“ you cut yourself off, “you have to return it.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you spending that kind of money on me.”

“Unfortunately, it seems that I am unable to express my love for you through words, so I’ve resorted to pricing measures. You’re keeping the car.”

You gulped, looking into the hallway.

“Why don’t you just give up?” Your voice cracked.

Wednesday frowned. The hand not occupying yours held you face softly. “Because there’s nothing in the world that I wouldn’t do for you, and having you back is on that list.”

You shook your head, slamming the keys into her hand.

“Keep the car.”

Against her protests, you walked away from her dorm and back to yours. You paced down the hallway, the nail polish being chipped away by your thumb.

Your breath stuttered as you breathed in deeply, trying to get her out of your mind. Why would she do that? That was stupid! And when did Wednesday get that type of money? You frowned, remembering the multiple times she described her home as a large, gothic manor.

You entered your dorm, seeing no Bianca. Sighing, you jumped onto your bed face first.

God, she was so infuriating, and tiring, and annoying, and stupid, and— and oddly enough, romantic. You curled your hand into a fist, hitting your bed as you huffed. You just wanted to move on, get over her and find someone else. Heartbreaks suck, you concluded.

You pushed yourself off your bed, stumbling over to you closet. Whatever random sweater you grabbed, you flung it over yourself. The motion caused a whiff of a scent to flood you, and you could’ve fainted. It was a light lavender and a small hint of coconut. You buried you face into the sweater, the soft, wooly material easing you. A nostalgic sense crept in and you could’ve swornyou’ve smelt this before. Your eyes fluttered open, hands pressing out the sweater. A gasp launched out of your mouth, the black sweater recognizable in an instant. It was the sweater you’d gotten Wednesday for her birthday, she looked it over nodding in approval. You felt so ecstatic because you had gotten her sense of fashion correctly, three sizes too big, black only, and dead things. The sweater held a skeleton looking wayward, flowers for eyes and white petals plastered over it.

You stared at it for a hard moment, eyes becoming hazy. Hot streaks came down your cheeks and you confusedly wiped them away. After realizing they were tears, you let them fall free, huddling on the floor. Her sweater stored your tears as you wept, the occasional hiccup jolting you. You flexed your jaw, the tears making your face uncomfortably sticky, and yawned loudly. A note shot through the door, and you frowned.

You picked it up, sniffling, and ripped it open.

‘Four hours before the witching time. Jericho’s cemetery’

You folded the note into your sweatpants pocket, sighing. God, why did you even indulge this anymore? She hurt you, and went you crawled back to her like a kicked puppy. Regardless, you shrugged off your gray sweatpants, opting for something more classy. You buttoned up your ripped jeans, anxiously biting your lip.

You didn’t bother changing out of her sweater, what’s it matter anyways? It was comfy and worked for you. You checked your phone, seeing you had about an hour until then.

The dorm door bursted open and Bianca came in holding two trays of food.

“Figured you haven’t had dinner yet. Come get your tray.”

“Thank you. Which one?”

“You’re right.”

“You’re fantastic.”

“I know.” She smiled, sitting down on your bed with you.

“She asked me out.”

Bianca tried to contain her spit take, some of it shooting out anyways. “You’re shitting me.”

You shook your head. “I mean I think so. It said something about meeting her at a cemetery.”

“Knowing Wednesday, it’s definitely a date.”

“Right then,” you tutted.

Bianca hesitated for a moment, her mouth dropping before closing. “Are you— are you gonna change out of her sweater, or…?”

“No.” You shifted in your feet, walking away to the bathroom. “It’s comfortable.”

Bianca snorted, following you. As you wetted your toothbrush, she started rambling.

“Wednesday literally cheated, are you sure you want to go back to that?”

With a mouth full of toothpaste an foam, you tilted her head up. “I uh ow! I ill oh her!”

With a disgruntled face, Bianca shook her head. “I have no idea what you just said.”

You spat into the sink, looking back to her. “You’re worse than the damn dentist.”

“Don’t avoid my question.”

You shoved the toothbrush back into your mouth, grinning. “Orry! Uh’ing mah feef!”

“You’re gross.” With that, Bianca walked out the the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

You continued getting ready, your nail polish practically gone at this point from the anxious chipping. You played with your hair a bit, trying a messy bun, then shaking it out, a pony tail, shaking that out too, before you grumbled angrily. You decided to just leave it as it was, not wanting to be frustrated any more than you were.

As you walked out the door, Bianca whistled. “You look fantastic.”

“I look like I just rolled out of bed. Shut up.”

She shrugged, smiling at you. “Only saying the truth.”

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled, sliding on a couple more rings.

You played with the new jewelry, twisting it back and forth.

“It’s almost eight.”

Your eyes bulged out of your head in shock. “I cant walk there in that ti—“

Your sentence was disrupted halfway through as Bianca dangled a pair of keys. “You were saying?”

The car roared to life, soon fizzing out to pure silence. Your jaw dropped, people used to have to yell at the top of their lungs over your engine. Now, someone could whisper in the back and you’d hear it clear as day. You moved the stick into reverse, gently pushing on the gas. It jerked backwards, and you stomped on the brakes.

Trying again, you slowly applied pressure, feeling the car gain speed fast. As you twisted the wheel, you looked at your dash, a review camera showing your surroundings. Once you’d gotten out of the parking slot, you pulled the sticky note off the center console, reading it.

‘Knew you’d need it. Careful with the gas, she shoots faster than a bullet. -Yours.’

You stuck the note back where it was, and shifted the stick into drive. At that time, a women’s voice blared through the car.

“Good afternoon, ma’am.”

You screamed, slamming on the brake.

“Who the fuck is that?” You panted out, eyes wide in alarm.

“I’m S.A.M.A.R.I.A, a program built by Ms. Addams for your aid.”

You took in a deep breath, still not used to the voice in your car. “She built a program?”

“Yes, for you. She figured you may need assistance when learning to drive this vehicle. That’s what I’ve been made for.”

You settled down, placing your hands back on the steering wheel.

“Would it ease your anxiety if I gave myself a face?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

You looked over to your dash, an upright ‘:)’ was plastered over it. Laughing, you gripped your steering wheel.

“I don’t suppose you can drive this car yourself, Sam?”

“Of course.”

You hands whipped away from the steering wheel as it twisted. “Holy shit! This is like, STARK technology!” You cried.

The car smoothly whipped out of Nevermore student parking lot, out the gates, and onto the winding road.

“Would you like to plug in your desired destination?”

“Uh, yeah, can you get me to Jericho’s cemetery?”

“Right away.”

The car took a sharp left, cutting on to a bikers path.

“OH FUCK! SAMARIA!”

You doubled checked your seat belt, letting your hands grip the arm rests afterwards. Clenching your jaw, you shut your eyes tight mumbling whatever you were thinking.

“Your heart rate has increased exponentially in the last fifty-seven seconds. How may I aid you?”

“You can stop driving in dirt paths, for one! And for two, maybe tell Wednesday I might be late.”

“Ms. Addams has already been alerted of your tardiness.”

“Great,” you spat, still clenching your jaw.

You watched in horror as the car didn’t slow down, about to crash into the cemetery’s gates.

“SAMARIA!” You yelled. Suddenly, the car jerked to a stop. Your eyes peeled open and you were barely an inch away from the lock.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathed out, wiping sweat from your forehead.

The gates opened automatically, and the car slowly lurched forward. It cruised until it reached the parking lot, stopping in the middle.

“I hope your cruise was enjoyable.”

“Peachy.”

You exited the car, locking it in your way out, and headed into the cemetery.

Unfortunately, Jericho’s got a lot of dead people, so you were left pacing around hollering for her.

“Wednesday!”

You turned around, checking the horizon. It struck you then, that you forgot to bring a coat, and the wind nipped at you fiercely in retaliation.

With chattering teeth, you called out her name again. “Wednesday!”

“Behind you.”

You whipped backwards, stumbling a bit. Wednesday walked up to you, talking off her own coat. She stepped close to you, wrapping it around your shoulders.

“You’re going to get hypothermia.”

“So are you,” you protested.

“Perhaps, but I’ll enjoy it.”

You shook your head. “What’d you want to meet me here for?”

“You’ll see.” She took off the opposite direction, only turning back to gauge you.

As you walked side by side with her, your hand occasionally brushed against hers. The awkwardness of the situation brought you back to your first date with her. You took her out to Jericho’s library as a study date, it also was the first time you’d kissed. The memory made a red tint cover your cheeks, and you were glad you could blame it on the cold.

When your hands brushed again, Wednesday locked her pinky with yours. You gulped, looking down to her. She continued marching forward, not bothering to address it.

When your eyes left the side of her head, you were met with a white gazebo, bright with different sized candles. In the middle, black pedals surrounded a blanket placed in the center. You gasped slightly, faltering your step for a moment.

Wednesday tugged you forward, and under the threshold.

She looked up to you, allowing you a second to process everything.

“I’m aware people typically have to agree to dates, but I feared you’d shut me down if I’d stated my intentions.”

You swallowed harshly, the log in your throat not budging. “It’s beautiful.”

You looked around once again, not realizing Wednesday hadn’t taken her eyes off you. “It is,” she whispered.

You sat cross legged on the floor, still in awe.

“I hope the car was behaving.”

Oh, yeah, that. “You built an entire A.I system?”

Wednesday nodded, shrugging like it’s normal. “I built SAMARIA when I was ten, since then I’ve done upgrades on her. Only a couple months ago I completely reprogrammed her to fit a car. It was to be your Christmas gift, along with a new vehicle.”

You looked away from her, wringing out your hands. “Here I was thinking I’d get you a new bow for your cello.”

She hummed slightly, starting to open the basket. “It’s a great gift idea.”

“Nothing compared to a new A.I and a car,” you snorted.

“Anything from you, is better than anything else.”

Dejecting the butterflies in your stomach, you pulled up a snarky comment. “When you’d get so romantic?”

Wednesday sighed, pulling out sparkling cider. “In my quest to not become my mother, it seems I’ve become my father. Sickening displays of affection are all I want to show you now.”

You stuttered, not able to find the right words. “Oh.”

She nodded, cracking open the bottle. Carefully, Wednesday poured them into two glasses.

“Unless you’ve changed in thirty-six days, I believe this is still your favorite.”

“N—No, it still is. Thank you.” You took the glass from her, timidly smiling.

“How’d you set this all up?”

“Knocked out the guard whilst he was in his post, and pulled off petals from dyed flower.”

“You knocked out the guard?”

“Yes, no need to fret, the cameras have been disabled by Thing.”

“That’s not the point! The point is you assaulted an officer of the law!”

“You’re unable to rent our cemeteries anymore, quite the pity. It was the only way.”

Laughing, you set down your glass. “You are crazy, Wednesday Addams.”

“I’d go insane for you.”

You bashfully shook your head, snorting. Her hand locked with yours, and she squeezed slightly.

“I want you to know, even if you do not forgive me—“

You sighed, the weight of the situation crashing down on you.

“We—“

“Even if you do not forgive me, I will keep trying. I will not stop until I’ve earned your trust and love again.”

You tried to talk, but it was almost like you completely forgot how to. You gulped, looking into her eyes. Hoping the look on your face showed her just how much this meant to you, you squeezed her hand back. Wednesday looked at you like you were her whole world, and maybe in a sense, you might’ve been. If you were her world, she was your North Star because no matter what, you knew’d you’d always be stuck following her. The scary thing was, you didn’t think you’d want it any other way.

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I love 9-1-1! So could you write an incest smut where Reader Diaz is Eddie's little sister, who lived with her brother to take care of Christopher. While Christopher and Eddie, reader is a secret cam girl. Eddie didn't know until he took a day off and found out about his sister's secret

(repost bc of the community tag)

This one got me h-word on isle 14

part ii

tw: incest, voyeurism

•Eddie loved his home unit. It consisted of the two people he loved the most and it was actually working and functional

•Christopher loved having his aunt around because you took some of the tension away from him and his dad when it got too bad

•Speaking of which, Chris is grounded for three weeks from his game console and you’ve been racking your brain all day trying to keep him entertained

•It was just you two for the most part because Eddie had some insane hours at the firehouse, but he never missed the important stuff and that’s what mattered most

•It was 1am when you got a message from one of your regular viewers. He was offering $300 for pics of you cosplaying as a gamer girl, so you did

•You did your hair and makeup before changing into your metallic bathing suit and grabbing your headset

•Eddie had gotten you your own so you could properly play with Chris. You did however need his chair and set up

•Since it was displayed in the living room, you had to be careful of the time so your brother wouldn’t walk in and listen for the sleeping child in the next room

•You sauntered out there and turned on his console. You realized you can get to the internet on here and if you clear the history and delete the pictures, no one would be the wiser

•You set up your phone and started taking sexy pictures and videos of you fingering yourself in the chair

•Once satisfied, you uploaded them to the console and logged into your cam account. You went live for about an hour and a half before calling it a night

•You said your goodbyes and logged off. But before you could even properly stand, you heard the keys in the lock

•You jumped up, turned off the console and the light and made the fastest beeline to your room possible

•Right when you closed your door is when you heard the front one open and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief

•You took off the look for that night and went to sleep

•The next day you hear Eddie yelling and you jump out of bed to see what’s going on

• “Hey, hey, hey! What’s going on?”

•Eddie stood there with arms crossed, “You wanna tell her or should I?”

•Christopher just sighed and rolled his eyes, “I was trying to show dad a cool video and it said I was logged on last night, but I wasn’t! Dad I swear.”

• “I don’t want to hear it. Go get ready to go to Tony’s. Which you’re lucky enough to still get to do.”

•He got off the couch and went to put his shoes on and went to meet his friend downstairs

• “Can you believe that kid? All the lying and secrets,” he said turning off the console.

• “He’s 13, Edmundo. He’ll grow out of it.”

•You felt bad for letting your little nephew take the rap, but it was better him than you. Plus he didn’t get in anymore trouble, so what’s the real harm?

•Your phone buzzed and it was another subscriber asking for fresh shower pics. You didn’t have any in your folder, so you’ll actually have to take a shower

•You got off the couch and made your way to the bathroom, leaving Eddie to his own devices

•Eddie sighed and looked around at what to do when his eyes landed back on the console. He was curious to see what Christopher was viewing so late in the night

•He turned it back on and logged in. He went to the history and his face immediately got red with anger

•Not only was his son lying to him, but now he was watching porn? LIVE porn at that

•He clicked the link and it took him to a different screen…a screen that showed your profile

•He sat up in his seat, not sure what exactly he was looking at. He clicked the latest thumbnail and saw his little sister, spread eagle in their living room, getting herself off for strangers

•He watches a couple minutes of it before you moaned and he felt his cock twitch. He was taken off guard by his body’s response to his little sister, but goddamn it he was only human

•He began palming his hardening cock through his sweatpants when he heard the shower turn off

•Eddie quickly signed off and acted like nothing happened. He got off the couch and began roaming around aimlessly until he saw your bedroom door cracked

•He snuck over and placed his eye right in the crack, watching you lotion your still soaking body and change

•He never knew you looked so beautiful doing the simplest things like clasping your bra. He suddenly grew envious of the men that get to watch you and have you all to themselves

•He knew it could never be him, but that was honestly part of the fun

I’m definitely going to do a part two to this!

#eddie diaz smut #eddie 911 #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x black!reader #sfw #don't fucking flag this tumblr #i s2g #911 fox #911 smut #eddie diaz imagine #eddie diaz headcanon

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ahhh exes with benefits to lovers with suna

it's silently taking care of each other when one of you is in need to help and never bringing it up, it's knowing each other's regular orders on night outs, it's seamlessly working together on a project because you're amicable exes (not because you had sex to dull down the tension or anything)

suna still brings you coffee to class in the morning

"it's just a habit," he says with a shrug, slumping into his seat beside you as he lets his backpack drop to the floor at his feet. "do you want it or not?"

you order his drink for him at the bar on a night out because you're on good terms with the bartender, and with rin's apathetic nature he's unlikely to be able to flag him down amongst the rowdy friday night crowd anyway--so what's the harm in just getting his too?

"is this-"

"yeah, i made sure they added extra lime."

you're sitting in the cramped confines of his dorm room late one night, cursing out your groupmates who bailed on the project meeting last minute for variously superficial reasons. tensions are already running high when suna makes a snippy comment about your attitude, which you return with an equally biting jibe of your own, and before you know it you're pressed into the throw rug that his roommate bought with suna's hand groping you under your sweatshirt and your legs wrapped around his waist. you get an A on the project because the two of you stay up all night pulling it together, you wrapped in one of his hoodies, splitting energy drinks and snacks that suna shuffled out to get you from the vending machines in the dorm lobby at 1am

"hey."

you jolt a little, catching yourself nodding off.

suna's peering over at you from his desk chair where you sit working on your part of the presentation in his bed. his roommate is spending the night at his girlfriend's apartment but you still feel a bit weird about claiming the desk on the opposite side of the room for yourself, so you're working propped up against suna's headboard.

"if you wanna sleep I can finish up the slides, i'm almost done this part." he points to his own laptop screen where he's cleaning up the bibliography that your other group member had butchered.

you shake your head, exhaustion throbbing behind your eyes.

"i'm fine," you decline the offer, but suna quirks a brow in a way that feels almost accusatory.

"you're falling asleep sitting up."

"i'm fine, suna."

suna, not rintarou, even though it used to be the latter. but things are different now, even if the ache between your legs and the marks hidden under the collar of your hoodie (his hoodie) say otherwise. neither of you have said much since your romp earlier in the evening.

you're not exactly sure what to say.

suna tosses a tiny plush toy shaped like a fox (that you remember him winning from a capsule machine months prior on a date) at you, and it hits you square in the forehead.

"what the fuck, ri-"

"take a 20 minute nap. i'll wake you up." suna doesn't even look up from the screen of his computer as he makes the demand.

your eyes flicker to the time in the upper righthand corner of your screen--you really could use a rest, and would probably be more productive if you did. begrudgingly you set your laptop off to the side, after making sure you've saved your progress on the presentation, burrowing down in the soft material of his hoodie as you curl up against his pillows.

you wake up just before dawn, your laptop closed on rintarou's desk (slides completed), and suna snoring lightly atop his roommate's bed across from you.

#stop this is hurting me #this isn't even a livtarou thing anymore it's just making me pine #liv got mail #writing #hq hcs #hq drabble

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emblem rinea emblem rinea emblem rinea

good morning june. you are getting. my scrunchies. EMBLEMS BERKUT & RINEA. my fan emblems are made for an AU by @thanatophagency !!! He told me about his Very Very Cool Alear-Veyle roleswap and I thought. "wwhat if. it had different emblems." and then i went hogwild.

SO!!! Berkut and Rinea are, of course, a Duo Emblem. They are also: Firene's Emblem. YKnow how Firene is very very much like Zofia.

(Berkut fucking hates it here and it's Rinea's ongoing psychological campaign to make him smell the flowers)

All my fan emblems have a less... protagonisty slant. They're either all antagonists or got possessed at some point, lmao. (It's thematic to the AU, and it's fun.) IDK if salem actually wants to use these for his AU but I'M having fun and since he only thinks about Alear it means I get to think about roleswap Veyle as much as I want.

So I also had the thought of. "Hey. since we swapped ONE pair of older-younger siblings.... what if. we swapped all of them." so now the younger siblings get to be the plot important ones.

Which means Berkut and Rinea end up with Celine, and as I was thinking about them at like, 1am last night, I did actually hit cinematic parallels. Celine thinks, knows, that she'll be queen one day. That Alfred's rule will not last long. She is prepared for it.

So Berkut and Rinea confront her with a possibility: What if he doesn't? What if you never become queen? What if all your efforts go to waste? Who will you be then? Who are you outside of being a princess? And hearing that from a guy who literally died trying to become emperor is very scary to her. And it's Rinea who helps her grow comfortable with the thought that one day Celine may just be herself, and nothing more. (And in the process also helps Berkut get some closure.)

Much like Sigurd, the two recall their deaths. And they recall their promise to meet together in the afterlife. Despite how bitter Berkut is, that's exactly what Rinea views being an Emblem as, and goddammit she's going to enjoy it. She and Celine hold tea parties :) Even though Rinea can't drink as an Emblem, Celine pulls out the most fragrant teas she has so they can still pretend. It's nice.

I also had a fun thought that, as a dark emblem, they take on the appearance of their last battle. Berkut insane with the purple smoke, Rinea all burned and witch-y. This guideline applies to all my emblems pretty much because it's fun!! Out of Salem's AU four hounds, I'd probably give this Emblem to Pandreo.... burned up by devotion, and all that... narrative parallels....

And that's the story stuff!!!

NOW TO MY FAKE GAMEPLAY!!!!

(I claim no guarantee that this would actually be a good and balanced Emblem in the game itself. I'm just having fun and laying out a general powerset for them helps make AU stuff. Ok.)

(You will also be getting my director's commentary on this.)

(This is definetely my Most Well Baked emblem just from a completion standpoint)

Berkut and Rinea - Emblem of Devotion

Alternate title: Emblem of the Scions (bcuz. Scions' Dance in Purgatory. yknow)

Invocation: Dance with us, Emblem of Devotion! (I'm a sucker for the ballroom dance scene and their ballroom feh alts. I might need to workshop this one depending on how Emblem Ninian shakes out.)

Engage Attack: Waltz Of Embers. Teleport an enemy within 10 tiles toward the user and strike them with a powerful Lance and Magic attack. Mystical: +5 range. Backup: enable chain attacks.

This one's!! So fun!! It's intended as a "reverse warp ragna" more or less. Based primarily on the fact that Rinea has Entrap in Echoes and she will not hesitate to use it so Berkut can kill you instantly. Embers obviously bcuz of the burning stuff, and Waltz bcuz. they like to dance :) Maybe the animation is the engaged unit dancing with Rinea as the enemy comes in and they Kill.

You could so cheese bosses with that. Who needs Astrastorm to proc aggro when you get a free 15 range guaranteed hit Entrap. (I cheesed two bosses with Entrap it was great.)

Engage weapons!!

Rhomphaia: Deals effective damage against armors and cavalry. +2 Speed when equipped. This one isn't really associated with Berkut, but it's a unique lance to Echoes. Same way Roy just has the Lancereaver because it's a FE6 Sword.

Seraphim: Effective against Corrupted. Listen I know this is Celica's, but Celica isn't here, and it's the only offensive magic Rinea has.

Kriemhild: 3-range lance that boosts def and res by +5. You'd think this is OP, but I've actually nerfed it by removing its innate skill. What the fuck, Berkut. This is definetely a bond lv15 thing.

Sync Skills:

Burning Echo: Sacrifice HP to gain Atk (-3hp for +1atk on a single turn. Amount chosen at will.) [When engaged only]. This one's intended as a counterpart to Celica's Resonance skill, except with this one, you can go big or go home. I'd image it would have an upper limit in an actual game, but the idea that you can put yourself at 1hp and use the remaining 60 to oneshot a boss is really funny. Based on Echoes' magic system.

Wildfire: Increases hit and avoid by +10. Increase by +5 oer A-Support partner within 3 spaces. This one is based on Rinea's passive skill in Echoes! I added the support based effect since Berkut and Rinea are the only enemies with anything like this. Considering that Veyle would A support with anybody, you could totally turn her into a situational dodge god.

Phantasm: Halves damage taken from magic and bows. This is what I nerfed Kriemhild with - by moving this to skills instead of having it be innate to the weapon. It could be percentage based, honestly, but eh, I like coming up with the names, not with the numbers

And that's Emblems Berkut & Rinea!!! My beloveds!!

#Feli gets asked #Feli writes #fake emblems

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Nine: MADMAX

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 3,611 Warnings: lil’ bit more angst, fluff if you squint Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! We get more Dusty in this episode!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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October 28, 1984. Just a few days before Halloween. Was I excited? Hell no. Halloween really isn’t my favorite time of the year. Mainly because the last two years, I’ve spent a good portion of my Halloween nights from around 11pm to 1am in a jail cell, not booked.

Anyway, I was sitting on my bed reading a book and listening to my favorite record when I heard Dustin walk down the hall saying, “Son of a bitch,” over and over again. Sighing, I got up and followed him through the house, trying to see, as well as asking, what he was looking for.

When we made it into the living room, he started looking in the couch cushions. “Another stupid penny.” He threw it, causing our cat to meow.

“Dusty, watch it!” Mom said. “You almost hit Mews.”

“Can I please check under your cushions?”

“Dustyyy.”

“Mom, please! It’s an emergency!” he whined.

They sarcastically moaned at each other as Mom got up.

“Why do you do that?” I asked.

“Do what, Livvie?” she asked.

“Give in to him.”

“Livvie,” she warned.

I put my hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry.”

“Love you, Mom,” Dustin said. “Liv, come here.”

“No.”

I went back into my room to continue reading. I didn’t make it a whole chapter before Dustin came bursting into my room. “Liv, you’re coming with me.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the front door, grabbing Mom’s car keys as he did. “We’ll be back later!”

“Dustin, what the–”

“Drive me to the arcade,” he said.

I gave him a look that read excuse me?

“Please.”

“Well, since you dragged me out here, I guess I have no choice.” When we got in the car, I started it up and made my way to the local arcade, Dustin trying to make small talk on the way.

“Thanks,” he said. “You don’t have to stay, though. You can go see Steve.”

Steve and I started hanging out again after the events that went down last year. It was nice. He made time for me again which was something I definitely wasn’t used to when he became King of Hawkins High.

Was he still King? Yes. Was I still Queen? Unfortunately, yes. I didn’t want to be Queen and told people to direct that title to Nancy, since she was Steve’s queen. They all ignored me. But, it’s whatever. I’m getting used to it.

Steve and I had those sleepovers last year for a few months. Nancy walked in on us sleeping one morning, and confronted us both about it. We explained that it meant nothing and that we were just friends. We did it more as a comfort thing and all we did was sleep and nothing else. She was upset for a few days, but she didn’t really have room to talk since she was still hanging out with Jonathan when she wasn’t with Steve.

It was nice for things to be back to normal, but feelings that I was sure weren't there… ended up being there. When I stayed at Steve’s one night over the summer after a party, I thought long and hard about it. I even went as far as making a list that just confirmed everything. But I wasn’t about to let those feelings show.

“Dusty, I don’t wanna go see Steve,” I said. “I wanna spend time with you.”

“At the arcade?” he asked, incredulously.

“Yes. At the arcade.”

When I pulled into a parking spot, I noticed Joyce’s car sitting in a spot, so I walked over to her just as Will was getting out. I told Will that I would be inside in a moment and then I said hey to Joyce, telling her that I’d give Will a ride home if she or Jonathan didn’t come sooner.

When I walked inside, I immediately found all four boys at the game Dragon’s Lair.

Dustin played for a while before the cartoon princess… person said to use some magic sword. “Oh, I’m in uncharted territory here, guys.” “Down, down, down,” the boys yelled.

“I’m going, I’m going!”

They were all directing Dustin on which way to go as I just stood and watched the screen, the animated characters not doing what Dustin was wanting them to do, which resulted in his character dying.

“No, no, no!” Dustin exclaimed. “I hate this overpriced bullshit! Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!”

I giggled at Dustin’s antics, not really upset that he was using such language. Like I had room to talk.

“You’re just not nimble enough,” Lucas said. “But you’ll get there one day. But until then, Princess Daphne is still mine.”

“Whatever,” I said. “At least he’s still good in Centipede, while I’m the reigning champ on Dig Dug.”

“You sure about that?” Keith asked.

I quickly turned around, looking at him, watching as he munched on Cheetos Puffs. “What?” When it hit me like a bus, I said, “You’re fucking kidding me,” and ran to the gaming console that became my stress relief over the summer.

Seeing the score above mine made me furious. “No, no, no!”

“They beat you by 300 points!” Mike said.

“751,300 points!” Will said.

“No one’s been able to top my score of 751,000 for months!” I exclaimed. I went searching for Keith, which I didn’t need to because he followed us. “You tell me who the hell MADMAX is right now, Keith!”

“Yeah, spill it, Keith!” Dustin said.

“You want information, then I need something in return,” Keith said.

We all turned to look at Mike, who was looking at me. “Don’t you dare look at me,” I whispered.

“No, no, no. No way,” Mike said. “You’re not getting a date with her.”

“Mike, come on,” Lucas said. “Just get him the date.”

“I’m not prostituting my sister!”

“But it’s for a good cause!” Lucas and I exclaimed.

“No, don’t get him the date,” Dustin said. “Ya’know what, he’s gonna spread his nasty-ass rash to your whole family.”

“Acne isn’t a rash,” I whispered.

“And it’s not contagious, you prepubescent wastoid!” Keith said.

Stepping in front of Dustin, who had an arm in front of me, I said, “Hey, no one insults my brother or these snot nosed pre-teens but me, you understand?”

“Liv, calm down,” Dustin said.

“You can’t go back to the station,” Mike said.

“I’ll have his head mounted on a stick!” I exclaimed.

Mike and Lucas had their hands and arms in front of me and on me, trying to keep me from killing Keith, who just stood there like this happens every week… because it does happen every week between him and I.

“Okay,” I said, still feeling everyone’s hands on me. “Okay. Okay! I’m good.” I turned around to walk outside when I noticed that Will wasn’t around. Worry instantly hit me like a bus as I looked for him. When I saw that he was outside, I walked out, saying his name.

When he turned to face me, I asked him if he was okay.

“Yeah, I just…” he said. “I just needed some air.”

I nodded. “Me, too. I was about to rip Keith’s head off.”

“Again?” he chuckled.

I chuckled with him, “Yeah. Come on. Let’s see if you can beat my score on Dig Dug.”

He smiled. “You’re on!”

~~~

I had to go to the station the next morning to log in some community service hours since I got “busted” for “shoplifting”. The charge was bullshit. Carol had put something in my bag without me knowing and got me busted for something I didn’t do.

I watched as Murray Bauman followed Hop through the station, as well as Flo following Hop. She took his cigarette out of his mouth and put it down, which I picked it up and took a drag from it. She then took the donut from him and gave him an apple.

Blowing out the smoke from another puff I took, I said, “Ya’know that doesn’t do you any good, Flo.”

Putting the cigarette out, she replied, “And I’ll do the same with you.”

Hop walked closer as he was telling Murray that he had five minutes to talk to him and not a second more before he looked at me and said, “Liv, go to school.”

I sighed and picked up my bag, telling Flo, “Duty calls.”

What I didn’t expect to see was Steve and Nancy parked outside. I walked up to them, confused, as Nancy rolled her window down. “Uhh, y’all here to file a complaint against someone?”

Nancy chuckled. “No. We’re here to pick you up.”

I furrowed my brows a little. “That’s very generous of you, thank you.” I got in the backseat and brought out my homework that I missed last night to finish doing, making small conversation with Steve and Nancy on the way while stealing glances at Steve.

I was done with my homework by the time we got to the school, so when Steve brought out some papers to discuss with Nancy, I was fixing my makeup and playing with my hair in the rearview mirror.

“It’s crap, I know,” he said.

“No, it’s not crap,” Nancy lied. She looked at the papers again, skimming over them.

“It’s… not good.”

“Let me see,” I said, reaching over to grab the papers from Nancy as she said, “It’s going to be.”

“This needs major reorganizing,” I muttered. “Nance, let me see your pen.”

She handed it to me and I started to write some suggestions.

“Hope it’s okay I mark on this,” I said, focusing on what I was reading.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said.

“Okay,” I said, leaning forward. “So, in the first–”

“Liv,” Nancy said, softly.

I looked at her, seeing with her eyes that she wanted to be the one to help him. I nodded and handed her the papers back, as well as her pen. Going back to messing with my hair, I sighed.

“In the first paragraph, you used the basketball game versus Northern as a metaphor for your life, which is great, but then around here where Liv marked, you started talking about your granddad’s experiences in the war. And I– I– I just don’t see how they’re connected.”

“It connects because…” Steve said. “Because, ya’know, we both won.”

“Steve,” I whispered, hanging my head for a moment.

“Should I start from scratch?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure who he was talking about, so I looked up, seeing his eyes connect to mine in the mirror. “No. Just rewrite it and talk about the basketball metaphor. When’s the deadline?”

“It’s tomorrow for early application. Can you come and help me tonight?”

“She can’t,” Nancy said, without missing a beat.

We both looked at her, at least mine asking why. “We have our dinner tonight, remember,” she said, looking dead at Steve.

Nancy and I were on touch and go terms. When we both were around Steve, it was like she was fighting for his attention, but when it was just her and I, Steve wasn’t mentioned and we were like the best of friends.

Steve sighed, saying, “Oh, my god!”

“We already canceled last week,” Nancy said.

Tension. That’s all I felt was tension whenever I was with them.

“You don’t have to go,” she said. “Just work on this.”

“What’s the point?” Steve asked, grabbing the papers from Nancy. He crumbled them up as Nancy and I told him to calm down.

“I’m calm,” he said. “I’m calm. I’m just being honest. Ya’know, I mean… I’ll just end up working for my dad anyway.”

“That’s not true,” Nancy and I said, albeit she was a little louder.

“I don’t know, Nance, is that such a bad thing?” he asked, as I sat back. “There’s insurance and benefits and all that adult stuff. And if I took it, ya’know, I could be around for your senior year.”

“Steeeeeve,” Nancy said.

“Just to look after you for a bit. Make sure you don’t forget about this pretty face and stuff.”

Nancy chuckled as I rolled my eyes and looked out the window, trying to hide a tear that wanted to fall from my waterline.

“Nance, I’m serious.”

I was unsuccessful as I watched from the corner of my eye Steve lean over and kiss Nancy.

“I love you,” Steve said.

“I love you, too,” Nance replied.

An engine revving had my attention. I quickly wiped the tear away as I opened the door and stood up, leaning my arms against the top.

Everyone in the parking lot watched as a beautiful blue Camaro pulled up and parked into a spot, a little red-headed girl getting out and skateboarding to the middle school.

A dirty blonde boy with a mullet got out, taking a drag from his cigarette before flicking it off and heading into the school.

I hadn’t noticed that my tongue was running across the corner of my top lip before Nancy got my attention. “Hmm? What?”

“Wipe the drool,” she said.

“But check out that ass, Nance,” I said. “Look at it go.”

~~~

After third period, I hunted Tina down, wanting one of those orange flyers I was seeing around school. Once I had one, I went hunting for Steve, knowing he already knew about it, but couldn’t find him.

I did find Jonathan and Nancy, however, so I walked up to them right as Nancy handed him a flier.

“You’re coming to this,” she said.

“Come and get sheet faced,” Jonathan read. “No, I’m not.”

As Nancy was telling Jonathan that she just couldn’t let him sit at home alone on Halloween, people were saying hey to left and right. Was it because of the Queen status I apparently held? Yes. Was I used to it? No. Was I getting used to it? Eh, kinda.

Jonathan telling Nancy that he was taking Will trick or treating brought me back.

“No, you’re not,” I chuckled. “Let me predict this for a second. You’re gonna be home by 8, listening to the Talking Heads and reading Vonnegut, or whatever the hell you read.”

“Sounds like a nice night,” he said, a small smile on his face. The smile I held died at seeing Steve sneak around the corner from Nancy’s locker where we stopped.

“Jonathan, just come,” Nancy said. “I mean, who knows, you might even meet someone.” Her words were cut off by Steve wrapping his arms around her and pulling her away from her locker. She turned around, shoving his shoulder while telling him to take his sunglasses off as I felt a hand on my back.

I sighed and looked at Jonathan as Steve was telling Nancy he missed her. He leaned his head closer to mine as he said, “He’ll come around one day. Don’t worry.”

~~~

As I was sitting on my bed doing my homework, my personal landline rang. Confused, I picked it up and answered, “Hello?”

“Can you come with us tonight?”

I sighed. “Why? So that I can drive while you two fu–”

“Okay, that was one time and it was… unexpected.”

“Yeah, because no guy in their right mind would just get a random raging boner,” I said.

“Happens more often than you think.”

“Gross, Steve.” After a few seconds of silence, I sighed. “Fine. What time?”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, I love you, I’ll pick you up soon,” he rushed.

I couldn’t even get my next words out before he hung up. “Oh, okay..” I sighed again, getting off my bed and putting on a jacket and my shoes. When I made it to the living room, Mom asked where I was going. I lied and told her that Steve wanted me to help him with some homework, which she believed.

A few minutes later, Steve showed up with Nancy in tow. Being around the both of them was awkward enough, and I had been doing it a lot lately. I said my hellos and got comfortable in the backseat. I hadn’t realized I’d fallen asleep until I felt a hand on my knee, softly shaking me.

“Liv, wake up,” Steve’s voice said. “We’re here.”

I opened my eyes, breathing in deep before I leaned my head up to get out of the car.

Steve, Nancy and I walked down the walkway to Barb’s front door. We all stood there for a moment before Steve asked, “Okay. Ready?”

“Yeah,” Nancy answered. “Liv?”

I looked up from staring at my shoes to Nancy, my brain taking a moment to process what she asked. “Oh. Yeah. Sure. Let’s do this.” I sighed, putting my hands in my jacket pockets.

Steve sighed, “Okay,” and rang the doorbell.

Mrs. Holland answered the door, surprised to see me standing with Steve and Nance. Once we went inside and took our jackets off, we hung them on the coat rack before following Mrs. Holland into the dining room, KFC buckets sitting on the table.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t get to cook,” Mrs. Holland said. “I was gonna make that baked ziti you guys like so much, but I just forgot about the time, and before you know it, ‘oh, my god, it’s five o’clock.’”

I chuckled as Nancy said, “It’s fine. It’s great,” while Steve said, “Right. I love KFC.” I felt their eyes on me as I put a biscuit and a piece of chicken on my plate. Looking at them, Nancy’s eyes were wide as she waited for me to answer. “O-oh,” I stuttered. “Yeah, this is great.”

Making conversation, Nancy said, “So, I noticed a For Sale sign out in your yard. Is-is that the neighbors, or…”

Mr. and Mrs. Holland looked at each other for a moment before Mrs. Holland said, “You wanna tell them.”

“Go ahead,” Mr. Holland replied.

Mrs. Holland looked back at Nancy. “We hired a man named Murray Bauman. Have either of you heard of him?” She looked between the three of us.

I stopped mid-chew, seeing Nancy and Steve’s eyes on me. I swallowed my bite before taking a sip of my drink. “Yes. I kinda know him. He’s been coming into the station on a daily or weekly basis.”

“We haven’t,” Nancy said.

“He was an investigative journalist for the Chicago-Sun Times,” Mrs. Holland explained.

“He’s pretty well-known,” Mr. Holland said, handing Steve Murray’s business card.

“Anyway, he’s free-lance now, and he agreed to take the case.”

“That’s… that’s great,” Steve said, mouth full of food. “No, that’s really… that’s great, right?” He looked at Nancy as he paused for a moment.

“Uhm, what exactly does that mean?” Nancy asked.

“Means he’s gonna do what that lazy son of a bitch Jim Hop–” Mr. Holland said.

I cleared my throat, to give Mr. Holland a chance to redeem himself… since almost everyone in town knows about me doing community service at the station. Mrs. Holland put her hand on her husband’s arm.

He looked in my direction, saying, “Sorry.” He exhaled. “What the Hawkins police haven’t been capable of doing. Means we have a real detective on the case.”

I put my napkin to my mouth, clearing my throat. Feeling something lightly hit the tip of my shoe, I looked from my plate up to Steve, seeing in his eyes that he doesn’t want me to start anything. “Would you excuse me for a moment? I need to get some air.”

Steve and Nancy both whispered my name, but I ignored it as I put my napkin down on the table and went to the front door, getting my jacket and putting it on. Once the cool, fall weather hit my face, I took in a deep breath before walking back down the walkway towards Steve’s car. I laid myself on the hood and looked up at the stars.

I guess I had fallen asleep again because I woke up to Steve softly saying my name again.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“What?” I asked, groggily.

“You keep falling asleep,” he chuckled.

“Yeah,” I said, sitting up. “I’m fine. I guess I just haven’t been sleeping well.”

He sighed and leaned on the car next to me, asking, “Nightmares again?”

“No,” I shook my head. “It’s the weirdest thing. I’m not dreaming about that anymore. It’s… it’s something else.”

“Like what?”

I was quiet for a moment before he nudged my shoulder, saying, “Come on, tell me.”

I chuckled before saying, “Okay, I’m not gonna go into detail or anything, but let’s just say that I wake up from these dreams… breaking a small sweat.”

Looking at him, I saw the confusion on his face. I laughed, like, actually laughed for the first time in a really long time. “Do I need to break it down for you?”

He looked at me like he needed me to explain, causing me to laugh again. “What are you dreaming about?” “Sex, Steve,” I laughed. “I’ve been dreaming about sex.”

It almost felt like jealousy was coming off of him because he slightly stiffened before asking, “With who?”

“I’m not telling you!” I quietly exclaimed, the smile never leaving my face.

It was nice to sit here with Steve like this. Just talking and laughing… being best friends again. But, it was nice while it lasted because a throat clearing had both of us looking at the responsible party; Nancy.

Steve quickly got off the hood and stood up, as did I. I could tell she was upset, and not wanting to poke the bear, I made my way to the backseat, where I fell asleep on the way home… again.

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17boyzz · 2 years

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young love - joshua hong

seventeen as romantic tropes - high school sweethearts

some high school au, idol joshua x gn!reader ish?

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you started dating joshua the summer after freshman year. the two of you were young, dumb, and foolishly ‘in love’.

you met him in your guitar class elective, him being assigned as your partner for the semester. he was the same as he is now; sweet, gentle, patient, and always knew how to bring you to comfort using his words. he always made you feel safe and secure, even just as your guitar partner. you cheeks would heat up whenever he got a little closer and gently arranged your fingers on the fingerboard to form the right chord, taking your other hand in his to help you strum.

“see? isn’t it easier?” he giggled, watching you repeatedly strum the new chord you learned to play.

it had been like that the entire semester. you were falling - had fallen - so deeply for joshua hong, you couldn’t handle it anymore. you had absolutely no idea if he felt the same, but it being the last day of school before summer break, you decided to go for it.

“h-hey, joshua…” you sat next to him in your assigned seat.

“hey y/n, what’s up?” he asked, instantly noticing something off.

“oh nothing, i just had something i wanted to ask you, you know, if you’re fine with it”

“of course i am. when have i never been okay with you asking questions?” he smiled, giving your shoulder and friendly pat.

“i don’t know, well, okay… i was wondering if you like, i don’t know, maybe wanted to go out with me?” he asked quietly, but you know he heard it because of the way he looked at you, the same way he looks whenever he’s processing what you say.

“i thought you’d never ask, y/n. of course i do” he smiled widely, taking your hand in his.

“text me a date, time, and place. i’ll be there, i promise”

that was the very beginning. you lasted through the summer with him becoming your boyfriend, and all your friends were surprised at the beginning of sophomore year when you finally told them about the relationship.

people change throughout high school, it’s a common knowledge. but joshua, joshua on the other hand, he didn’t change one bit. okay, that was a lie. throughout the years you dated him, you watched him grow into himself, grow into a better person. he became even sweeter, kinder, and overall and lovely person to be in the presence of.

“you doing okay over there, babe?” he asked from the foot of your bed.

“yeah, good enough i guess. chemistry is just kicking my ass, though” you sighed, throwing your pencil down.

“oh, i think i still have my sisters old chem notes from when she was in 10th grade. let me find them” he instantly turned to his bag and dug around, and you watched him with a gentle smile on your face.

“oh i found them - here! hopefully these should help. my sister was really good at note taking” he hands you the obviously old papers with colorful and organized vocabulary and definitions.

“you’re the best, shua” you lean over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“i try. also, you missed” he gives you a cheeky smirk.

“missed? what did i miss?” you asked, only a little confused.

“i said… you missed” he points towards his lips.

“joshua, i’m not having my first kiss with you in my bedroom over chemistry homework” you folded your arms, and he rolled his eyes.

“whatever, i tried. i’m going to kiss you this week, you’ll see” he sent you a cheeky wink and went back to his homework, leaving you to ponder upon what his plans were.

he kept his promise.

the boardwalk was oddly empty for a friday night, though most people do tend to visit and leave at sunset. you and joshua though - it was nearing 1am and your phone buzzed with missed calls and texts from your parents, but you couldn’t care less.

he held you under the stars, gazing out into the pacific. your head resting comfortably on his shoulder, the two of you sharing body heat.

“y/n…” he called gently, making you hum and look up at him. he held eye contact, and it wasn’t awkward like it had been with others. it was gentle, loving, and comforting. he brought a hand to rest on your jaw, tilting your head up just a little more, eyes dropping down to your slightly parted lips, anticipating his next move.

he leans in slightly before speaking, “can i kiss you?” you feel his breath on your lips. you could only mutter a small ‘yes’ before he closes the gap. it was perfect, the perfect first kiss. it felt like a fairytale, even though neither of you knew how to kiss back then.

“i love you, joshua. don’t you know?” you pulled back to whisper, leading to his small chuckle.

“i think you’ll need to tell me again, and maybe just a couple more times after that to be sure. i love you more, y/n”

junior year is when joshua left. you respected his dreams of being a kpop idol of course, who were you to stop him? joshua was so in love with you, you knew that if you asked him, he would stay for you. you knew that if you asked him, he would give up his dreams to stay for you. joshua would do anything for you, it was your selflessness that made him happy.

“i passed the audition” he announced, holding your hands in his.

“oh my, that’s good, isn’t it? i’m so proud of you, shua” you smiled, taking one of your hands to cup his face.

“i’ll have to leave, you know? leave you, leave the school, leave this all behind” his voice had dropped to a whisper and he instinctively leaned into your palm.

“i know, shua. i know” you brought your other hand to his other cheek, bringing him in to rest his forehead on yours.

“i don’t want to leave you, y/n” he mumbles, pressing a short kiss to your lips.

“i don’t want you to leave either”

“y/n”

“what’s up?”

“if you want me to stay… just say the words and i’ll stay” his arms wrap around your waist.

“shua… we both know what i want…” you sighed, knowing joshua was going to be a little stubborn about this.

“then i’ll stay”

“no, joshua. you should go. i want you to go” you pushed, shaking your head a bit.

“you… want me to leave?”

“shua, don’t get me wrong, okay? i want you to stay. i love you, i love you so much and just thinking about being away from you breaks me inside. but, this is your dream. i want you to be happy-“

“but you make me happy”

“i know, josh. but, people come and go. the opportunity to chase your dreams doesn’t come everyday. once you’re out there and famous, you’ll have everybody falling at your feet. people like me come and go. dreams stay, and i want you to chase your dreams. i don’t want to be in the way of your dreams”

“y/n…”

“if i have to be the one to do the breaking up, then i will. i’ll still see you off at the airport, but you need to start thinking of yourself now. just know, i’ll always support you, okay?” you pressed a small kiss to his nose, and he nodded.

“joshua hong”

“y/n?”

“i’m breaking up with you”

and that was it. the best relationship you started and ended. you never met anybody else better than joshua. no matter how many dates you’ve gone on, nobody ever stood a chance to joshua. but you’re happy.

now, you’re able to turn on the tv and see your high school sweetheart on tv, happy, and living his dream.

it hurt. it hurt so bad breaking up with him. it hurt seeing him off at the airport, the last time you ever saw him; in person at least. but you’re happy.

#comet writes svt #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fics #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen joshua #seventeen joshua hong #joshua #joshua hong

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flowers-in-bloom13 · 6 months

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A valgrace oneshot that I of course wrote at 1am

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Summary/notes:

A short valgrace oneshot.

basically Leo get nightmare, Jason calms him down, major character death! :D

Don't ask about the timeline.

also idc that basically none of this except major character death is canon . this is fanFICTION I can do what I want.

Word count: 878

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"I think I'll miss you the most"

It was a dark, stormy, rainy night aboard the Argo 2.

Leo awoke from a nightmare, sweating, his heart beating quick. he sat up instantly. ''that's the third one this week. .'' Leo said aloud.

he tried to calm himself down, taking deep breaths like his mother, Espranza Valdez, used to tell him to do when it was thundering outside. . . just like it is now.

he managed to calm himself down. ''I wonder why I keep having these nightmares. . .'' he said.

. . .

it had been a week since Leo's last nightmare.

''hey, Pipes?'' he asked Piper Mclean. ''yeah?'' she replied. ''I've been having these nightmares recently. . . I haven't had one in a week though, luckily''

''awh'' she frowned. ''what are the nightmares like? is there any recurring theme in them?''

''yeah. there is.'' Leo shifted uncomfortably. ''that might be a sign from the gods.'' Piper mentioned. ''do you mind telling me what it is?''

''sure..'' Leo spoke. ''It's- It's Jason.''

''Jason? what about him..?'' Piper exclaimed. Leo looked up at Piper. ''in the nightmares he.. he dies.''

''he dies?!'' Piper exclaimed a little too loudly.

''yes he does, now don't be so loud. I don't want the others to hear'' Leo said. ''especially not Jason. and especially if it really is a sign from the gods like you said.''

''okay, okay. I'll try to be more quiet''

''is there a recurring way he dies..?'' Piper asked.

''yeah..'' Leo replied. ''impaled. impaled by a spear.''

'' oh ''

''yeah. . .''

''oh gods.'' Piper said. ''I hope it's not a sign from the gods..''

''so do I.'' Leo replied. ''but I have a feeling it is..''

. . .

Leo had another nightmare. the same one he keeps getting - Jason getting impaled and dying.

Leo awoke once again like he always did after that nightmare, short of breath, heart beating quick and sweating.

Leo sat up instantly like last time. his hand clutched over his heart - right where Jason would be impaled.

''that was...that was worse '' Leo said to himself aloud.

Leo was panicking more then usual though now. he knew when Jason will die, and knows he will die - there's no stopping it.

Leo started to panic more. his bestfriend was going to die.

Just then, Jason walked past and saw Leo panicking, his hand clutched over his heart.

''hey, you okay..?'' he asked in concern. ''you seem to be panicking.. quite a lot''

Jason's voice made Leo jump.

''o-oh yeah. I'm fine..'' Leo laughed nervously.

''no. no you're not, Leo.'' Jason said, concerned for his friend.

just looking at Jason's face made Leo tear up. he wouldn't see Jason's handsome face again, his death date was coming up soon.

a tear trickled down Leo's cheeks. Jason looked sympathetic for his friend.

Jason walked over to Leo's bed, sat down and held Leo in his arms.

''you wanna tell me why you're crying and panicking so much?'' Jason asked. ''It's perfectly fine if not.''

Leo contemplated wherever he should tell him or not.

''I've been having these nightmares, recently.'' Leo said. ''not just normal nightmares but.. in-'' Leo started sobbing.

Jason looked down at Leo concerningly. worried for him.

''hey, hey, It's okay, Leo'' Jason said. ''it's not like anyone is dying.'' the irony of that sentence was almost enough to make Leo laugh.

''well...'' Leo said, trying his best not to meet Jason's eyes. ''You are.''

''what?''

Leo managed to look up at Jason despite the tears in his eyes. ''you're going to die, Jase.'' ''you'll be impaled with a spear.''

''What- I-'' Jason said. ''how... how can you be sure?''

Jason looked in disbelief.

. . .

Leo sobbed in Jason's arms. Jason held Leo tightly.

''hey, Jase?'' Leo asked between the tears. ''can.. can I kiss you?'' he looked up at Jason

Jason looked surprised, he even managed to blush a bit between his own tears. ''sure..''

Leo smiled softly and leaned in closer to Jason until their nose's were touching almost.

Jason kissed him.

eventfully Leo pulled away. Jason and Leo managed to smile through the kiss.

''I think.. I think that was the best kiss I've ever had'' Jason said

''and how many kisses have you ever had?''

''..very few...''

''well at least I'm still the best''

Jason managed a weak laugh.

Leo was surprised Jason could laugh after being told he was going to die. Leo laughed too.

''I think I'll miss you the most.'' Jason said. ''obviously I'll miss everyone, Piper, Thalia, Percy, etc but.. I think I'll miss you the most.''

Leo didn't know what to say. ''I'll miss you so much, Jase'' Leo brushed Jason's cheek with the back of his hand.

then, Leo awoke.

Leo both loved and hated that dream. well... it was more of a memory.

he loved it because it reminded him of Jason. he hated it because it was only a reminder that he'd never kiss those lips again, he'd never see that face ever again, he'd never hear that warm, comforting voice, he held by those arms ever again.

Leo especially didn't need that reminder today. it was the one year anniversary of his death.

him, Piper, Thalia, Nico and Reyna are going to his grave to place some flowers by it and catch him up on everything that's happened in the past year.

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End Notes:

I'm not the best at writing romance so sorry about that.

the ending COULD have been happy. but then I asked (idk what to refer to her as) to choose either 1 or 2. one was happiness and 2 was saddness and death. she chose 2. her response was ''BITCH NO''

it was going to be tooth rotting fluff but then after wrting like 5 words i decided on angst and then i had 2nd thoughts and then asked (BHDHFEVUFCKEBIVEVYWGHBVGKG) and then sadness and angst ensued.

comments are always greatly appreciated <3

My username on AO3 is "W_itch_With_A_B"

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huggybug · 2 years

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when it rains, it pours - matty beniers

word count: 1.4k words

um hello i wrote this in 30 mins at 1am so don’t hate me if it’s bad🫣 but the world needs more matty love and something about yelling at him in the rain is very therapeutic to my soul

“She’s still there?” You furrowed your eyebrows when you heard Brendan’s voice. Walking down the hallway in Matty’s new apartment in Seattle, you were quick to figure out that he was on facetime with his friend so you hung back, hoping to not disturb him.

“Yeah dude, I think she’s going home in a couple days” Matty replied.

“She better be gone before I get there, we’ve gotta tear shit up bro” Brendan said and Matty laughed loudly. You probably shouldn’t be eavesdropping but isn’t there a rule like if someone’s talking about you then it’s fair game? That’s what you’ll go with anyways.

“Yeah yeah, trust me I’ll have her back home long before that” Your breath hitched and you could feel the tears pricking you eyes. While maybe what he said wasn’t particularly bad, you had felt like you’d been walking on eggshells this entire trip.

He asked you to come out to see his new place and maybe catch a game or two. He bought you a plane ticket and picked you up at the airport before taking you around his new home, a place you could already tell he loved. However, with everything he showed you, it just made you feel out of place.

You were apart of his college life. The two years of fun he got to have before starting his career and as amazing as it was to see him finally playing in the NHL, you knew that you weren’t meant to be here alongside him.

This was different. Seattle had captured Matty’s heart in a way he’d sworn would never happen because he ‘loved Michigan too much’. He looked at home here, it was natural for him. His life was already set up and planned out without leaving room for you. It was just as well though because at the end of the day, you were in Ann Arbor and he was here, simple as that.

You ran back to the bedroom, taking a few deep breaths as you tried to collect yourself before figuring out the best move. It only took a few minutes and a text to your mom to have her book a flight back to Michigan and you were ready to go.

You were doing him a favour, he deserved to have a fresh start, to not have to worry about his girlfriend back in college across the country. It would be easier this way. Once your bags were packed, you towed them out to the main area of his apartment. Matty was still on the couch but his phone was resting on the table and he was watching a replay of his game last night.

“Oh hey, we’re gonna meet for dinner at- what are you doing?” Matty cuts himself off when he sees you standing with your suitcase. “What’s going on?”

“I’m going home” You say, your voice coming out a little hoarse but you clear your throat, ignoring the feeling.

“What? Your flight isn’t for another couple days babe, did something happen?” You’re frozen as he gets up off the couch and makes his way over to you.

“I think we should break up” You blurt out, surprising yourself just as much as him. You weren’t even sure if there was anything to break up. He claimed that he didn’t think labels were important, that your feelings should be enough to not warrant a silly label. In hindsight, that should have been a red flag.

“Can we talk about this?” He was confused. Everything was going well, he thought inviting you out here would show you how serious he was and that he wanted to take the next step with you, at least that’s what Nick told him.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m going home, good luck here Matty, you’re going to do great” You knew he would. He was Matty freaking Beniers, of course he will be amazing, it just sucked that you wouldn’t be here with him.

“Y/n! You can’t just leave like this what the hell!” Matty yells and you flinch. He’s never yelled at you and you hated it. It lit a fire in you that gave you the courage to actually walk out the door. You grab your suitcase and practically run to the door but Matty’s quick behind you, trying to grab your hand to stop you.

“Stop- just let me go” You storm out of the house and into the rainy streets of Seattle, not even caring that you didn’t have a jacket, you just had to get away from him.

“Y/n! Stop! Come on!” You ignored Matty’s calls, focusing on your steps as you felt the rain mix with the tears on your cheeks. “Don’t do this! I love you!”You whip around to see him standing right behind you, panting a little from chasing you down the street.

“You’ve never loved me Matty, we both know that” It was all just a game to him, you were something to keep him busy while he waited for his real life to start. He never intended on bringing you along, you were never supposed to make it that far.

“Don’t say that” He huffed, reaching to grab your hands but you pull away. The rain continued to pelt down around you but the heat in his gaze was enough to distract you from your drenched clothes that were now sticking to your body.

“Why not? It’s true isn’t it? Isn’t that what you were talking to Brendan about?” Matty sucked in a sharp breath, he didn’t know that you heard him. “Yeah, you need me to leave so that you can go party with him so here you go, I’m making it easier on you”

“Babe, come on. That’s not-”

“Don’t. I can’t do this with you Matty” You didn’t want to hear a lame excuse. It would only make things worse.

“I thought bringing your out here would help make sense of everything. That it’d show us that long distance wouldn’t be so terrible and we could do it” He reached for your hand and this time, you let him. “Brendan was being an asshole, I swear whatever you heard it doesn’t mean anything”

“You don’t want me to leave?” You ask hesitantly and he scoffs, as if it were a completely ridiculous question.

“If you could, I would’ve had you move in with me in August” Matty smiled softly, “I always want you here, trust me”

“Swear?”

“I swear. Why wouldn’t I want my girl here?”

“Didn’t know I was your girl” You mumbled and Matty rolled his eyes.

“You wanna know the first thing I told Truss after I met you at that party?” He asked and you looked at him before nodding. “I said ‘if I don’t end up with her, I must’ve seriously fucked it up’ and yeah, maybe I was drunk out of my mind but I meant it and he reminds me of it all the time” You chuckle which makes him smile. “I love you and I’m not letting you go like this. You’re my everything, I don’t know when you decided that I wasn’t yours but you’ve always been mine” His eyes burned into yours and as much as you wanted to look away, to call a car to come pick you up and take you away, you couldn’t.

“I love you, always have and always will” You finally cave, squeezing his hands in reassurance.

“Yeah? So you’re not running out on me?” He asked humorously, smirking down at you.

“One condition”

“Anything” He grinned lazily.

“Am I your girlfriend?”

“Of course. I told you, you’re my everything give yourself any title you want, I don’t care. All I care about is if I have you” He pulls you into him and you go easily, finally feeling a little at ease in the new city. The moment seems to freeze when he kisses you, the rain falling around you goes silent and it’s suddenly just the two of you.

“This is so cliché Matty” You giggle once the moment ends. He wipes a tear from your face, still holding you close.

“What? Yelling at each other in the street?”

“No” You laugh, “Just something about the rain” It was something out of a movie but you loved it.

“Well it rains a lot in Seattle so you better get used to it” Matty replies, grabbing your bag as he guides you back to his apartment.

“Yeah I guess I should” You definitely plan on spending more time here, rain or not.

#matty beniers x reader #matty beniers imagine #matty beniers fic #seattle kraken #hockey writing #hockey fic #nhl players #nhl fanfiction

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