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wineauntie · 4 months

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I DON’T KNOW WHY I AM, THE WAY I AM — the hughes brothers x hughes!sister reader

summary: when things go south, hughes!sister reader finds herself needing her older brothers more than ever.

PART ONE HERE

note: I didn’t expect part one to get so much love and support but I’m so grateful for it, thank you and enjoy part two <33

warnings: fem reader, reader is the youngest, use of Y/N, reader has a mild panic attack and it’s alluded that she has anxiety. Reader puts everyone else before herself. Reader also has self deprecating thoughts and blames herself for a lot things.

word count: 2.1k

"The fine line between roaring with laughter and crying because it's a disaster is a very, very fine line."

You couldn't quite recall where you'd read the quote, nor could you place who had once said it...but perhaps it could offer an explanation as to why you were simultaneously hysterically laughing as horrid sobs wracked through your body.

This whole situation was comical!

Hilarious, in fact.

You'd ruined a perfectly good dinner and everyone's good mood all for the sake of, what? A pity party for your own inner envy? A chance to berate your family? Remembering your outburst as it replayed through your head made your stomach churn and pull in all sorts of directions, forcing you to choke on another sob as you curled yourself up tighter into a ball on the wooden floor beside your bed.

It had been five minutes since you'd fled the scene of your crime and you'd barely been able to keep your emotions at bay until you'd finally shut your bedroom door tightly.

You'd already caused enough issues tonight, best not to add to the problem as your emotions peaked.

You hadn't meant to ruin everything, it had just all built up and now?... now it felt even worse than before. All the emotions you'd been repressing all summer seemed to spill out so easily once the rage had broken through the gates to allow a clear passage for everything else to filter out.

You hadn't been able to register the heartbroken faces of your brothers and parents in the heat of the moment but as their faces flashed before you now, that's all you could see. Your mom and dad had looked devastated and Quinn and Jack looked so concerned and you'd...you'd just ignored it!

And Luke, oh, his face when you'd snapped sent you into another fit of broken laughter as you cried. He hadn't meant to cause you to burst, he'd just been the unlucky one to speak at the wrong time. All he'd tried to do was help you, and you'd practically shoved it right back at him.

His crestfallen face haunted you.

A knock broke through the room and before you could call out, your bedroom door slowly crept open. Your hands quickly brushed away your tears, trying to hide your upset as a pair of footsteps slipped into your room and shut the door behind them. You felt them lower themself to the ground to sit by your side, their hand on your arm.

Quinn let out a little sigh as he let you try to cover your red-tinged eyes from him.

"Hey," He began, his head tilting towards you. His greeting was met with ashamed silence, as you struggled to keep more tears from bucketing down your face.

"Look, no one's mad at you," he started cautiously, his eyes flitting carefully around your face. His words were exactly what you needed to hear even if you didn't want to absorb them. Your tears which had been successfully stopped we're now threatening to spill over onto the cushioning of your cheeks as he pulled you into his side, your head burying itself in his shoulder.

"I don't know how to fix this, Q..." you stammered, your words broken up with staggered breaths. "I was so horrible and—"

"Stop," Quinn cut you off, "you weren't horrible or wrong to say what you did. You have to stop beating yourself up about it."

"But I usually know how to fix everything!" You sniffled through your rambling. "But I can't figure out how to fix myself or fix this big mess. No matter what you say, Quinn, I was awful and Mom and Dad tried to just help and I was a brat to them-"

Your words ended with more cascading tear drops as Quinn gently ran a hand up and down your arm trying to soothe your breathing which was beginning to get more rapid by the second, despite your eldest brother's reassuring words.

"Y/N, listen to me, you're going to work yourself up," Quinn stated as calmly as possible, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. This wasn't the first time he'd helped you through a situation like this, he'd helped you countless times and he would do it countless more if he had to. "You need to slow down and breathe...come on, in and out,"

You nodded quickly as you tried to quash the rising swell of panic whilst you focused on your breathing.

The familiar sensation of a panic attack was slowly fading as your brother continued to coach you to breathe. You'd had these 'moments', as you called them, every once and a while, when everything got too much, and too hard in too little time. The world would cave in, your elbows pressed against an invisible, airless box as you fought to break free. In this box everything swirled in a tornado of alarm; every thought, every whim, every word a flurry of fear designed to target your very being.

You took a sudden and deep breath in, your eyes swimming with tears as you attempted to steady your breathing as much as possible.

"Atta girl," Quinn briefly smiled as his grip on you loosened. He glanced towards the door before concentrating on you once more. You squeezed your eyes shut and leaned into him as the remainder of your panic began to ebb away.

After a few moments of silence and steady breathing, Quinn began to speak again.

"We should've noticed how miserable you've been, hell, I mean I noticed this summer but I just thought...no. There's no excuses." He stopped himself as he trailed off.

"I'm sorry," You sniffed, "I didn't mean to cause a scene, I just...I'm so tired, Q, I'm so tired."

"You always bundle everything up inside when you don't have to," Quinn hummed as his hand brushed over your head, sending a wave of comfort through you.

"You should've just told us,"

Both, you and Quinn's heads snapped towards the door where Luke and Jack stood quietly. Jack, who'd spoken, stepped forward and took the space on your other side, his legs stretched out ahead of him as he fixed the hat on his head.

"We could've, uh, stopped, y'know?" He continued, clearing his throat as he looked at you. "Didn't mean to make you feel left out and we should've gone to more of your events."

"That was selfish of us," Quinn added, looking between Jack and Luke, who both nodded in agreement.

"You're not selfish," you mumbled, looking down at your hands which were fidgeting on your lap. "You're just busy. You all have your own lives, I can't expect you guys to be at everything, I'm sorry I threw it in your face."

"Stop saying sorry," Luke scoffed, his eyebrows furrowed as he moved around the room. You bit your trembling lip as you watched him pick up a few trinkets lying on your dresser.

"I..." you looked at Quinn and Jack in slight bewilderment, before focusing on Luke again. He moved closer towards the three of you before crouching down in front of you, his eyes locked on yours. "But I am sorry...to you especially, I blew up on you– all of you actually, and you guys were only trying to help me."

"Stop," Luke repeated himself, "Listen, look, we fucked up here. Stop feeling sorry." He didn't bother to look at Quinn and Jack, his eyes solely on you. Luke's sincerity caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but stare into his eyes, searching for any signs of resentment. Instead, you found a mix of concern and understanding. It was as if he wanted to convey that your feelings were valid, even if your actions were flawed.

You and Luke had always been close. You were the closest in age and it came as no surprise that you two were always thick as thieves in your childhood and yet you'd never seen him be quite as careful as he was right now.

"We all have our moments," Luke continued, his voice softening. "But now that you've let it out, let us help." You gulped and nodded half-heartedly, dropping your head to your chest.

"I don't know why I'm like this," you slowly confessed with a croaky voice whilst a shaky hand ran through your hair. "It's all so..." You paused and waved your hands around before they fell back to your lap. "...and I just feel so stupid."

"I always thought you were part robot, honestly" Jack chuckled, earning hums of agreement from your other brothers and causing you to let a small smile cross your features. "You're human, Y/N, congratulations, we all have our breaking points, and it's alright to reach them sometimes," his eyes widened before he rushed back into the conversation. "–as long as you let us help, of course."

"Look, we're here and we'll figure it out." Quinn supplied as he gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, while Jack offered a genuine smile. "We don't want to make you feel as you have ever again."

As you absorbed their words, a gentle wave of gratitude and relief washed over you. It wasn't fixing everything immediately, but the reassurance that you didn't have to carry the weight alone anymore made a world of difference. You let out a shaky breath, feeling a sudden shyness creep over you.

"I appreciate you guys being here...saying all this," you admitted, your voice steadier. "I let things just build, and I convince myself that I can handle it all on my own, but I don’t think it worked for me this time."

"Stubbornness runs in the family, doesn't it?" Quinn chuckled softly, "But around here we share the load."

"Ew," Luke recoiled with a look of disgust, earning a brief melodious laugh from you.

"Not like that, idiot," Quinn scoffed and reached forward to whack Luke over the head.

"Strange that your mind went there, Lukey boy," Jack joined in on the teasing, nudging the boy with his foot.

"Alright, alright," Luke huffed as he rolled his eyes and settled cross-legged on the floor.

You found yourself caught in a strange mix of emotions. The laughter and tears that had been at odds earlier now seemed to blend into a bittersweet symphony. The camaraderie and support from your brothers were a soothing balm for your wounded soul. It was as if the disaster you had unleashed earlier was being slowly pieced back together, not perfectly, but with a promise of conclusion.

With a small sigh, you finally let go of the tension that had gripped your body, allowing yourself to relax into the makeshift circle of comfort your brothers had formed around you. The room felt warmer, the air lighter, and the fine line between chaos and resolution became a bit clearer.

"I needed to let it out...I needed this to happen," you admitted, a small smile playing on your lips. "I am sorry about the execution, but sometimes, it's hard for me to see beyond the mess."

"That's what we’re for, right?" Quinn reassured, exchanging glances with Jack and Luke. "To help navigate the mess."

"Yeah, like, y'know, sometimes it takes a breakdown to experience a breakthrough," Luke spoke, still seated on the floor, tilted his head thoughtfully.

"Pack it in, Einstein," Jack teased, earning a playful shove from Luke.

"Yeah, yeah," Luke grinned, his eyes flickering with a rare vulnerability. "I've been paying attention, y'know."

The room filled with a light-hearted atmosphere as your brothers continued their banter. It was a strange dichotomy—just moments ago, you were drowning in a sea of self-loathing, and now, you found solace in the warmth of your siblings' presence– a solace you hadn’t allowed yourself to experience in a while.

Luke's eyes softened as he caught your wandering gaze once again, a silent understanding passing between you two. The air was completely clear between you and him. It was a relief to know that beneath the chaos of the evening, there was a foundation of unwavering support on his half which allowed for the knots in your stomach to gradually loosen.

"You're not alone in this, Y/N." Quinn leaned in, ruffling your hair affectionately. "We've got you…always."

"But I should go talk to Mom and Dad, shouldn't I?" You spoke up, looking at your brothers nervously. "I feel bad that I just left them there."

"What did we just talk about?" Luke poked your leg, "No feeling bad is allowed and I know that Mom and Dad don't want you to feel bad, they just want to see you be yourself again." You nodded and took a shallow breath in before letting it out. "Now bring it in team!'

Luke grinned as he flung himself towards you, landing on top of you, his arms outstretched to drag Quinn and Jack into the somewhat embrace, crushing you in the chaos.

"Luke—" you choked out, your eyes wide as Jack and Quinn struggled to get loose from Luke's chokehold.

"You love me, I know!"

"Yes, but please get off...I can't breathe!"

I hope you guys enjoyed this, I have a bunch of other imagines on the way ranging from more hughes!sister ones to ones based on the boys themselves 🫣

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hugshughes · 3 months

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Family Dinner C. Loveland

Colston Loveland x fem!Minter!reader

synopsis - The first time Colston meets your family, as your boyfriend.

wc - 3k

contains - unedited for the most part! WAIT. I didn't specify this in the fic but ITS THE READER'S APARTMENT COLSTON'S JUST STAYING OVER!! i was not giving them a shared apartment after dating for three months. set a couple months in the future (not specificccc just needed cause these two get together right after the cfp playoffs so it's like april), cursinggg, kissinggggg, touchingggg, makin outttt, my usuals. GUYS SHE HAD A DORM IN THE FIRST PART NOW SHE HAS AN APARTMENT OKAY????? ITS GONNA BE OKAY. hmmm um i describe the outfit???? like i always do and it's usually not a problem(?) soooo, um i literally think that's it. is minter!daughter!reader a warning?

an - SHESSSSS BAAAAAAACK!!!!!!! could NOT resist and i had the cutestttttttttt requests coming in sooooooo how could i not. this was the cutest thing to write.

You groaned as your phone sounded, your scheduled alarm had gone off. Scheduled for 5:30, so when you'd know to start getting ready for dinner at your parents.

Usually it wouldn't really matter, but since tonight was the first time you'd taken Colston home, you wanted to look a little nicer than normal. You shut your alarm off quickly, before turning to look at the boy sleeping next to you.

You crept your hand under his sweatshirt, your palm flat against his warm back as you rubbed back and forth, whispering his name gently.

"Colston, baby, we gotta get ready to go, Lovey."

His eyes squeezed tightly before fluttering open, his long and full lashes leaving a forever pang of jealousy on your heart. He smiled that perfect smile, and you gave one right back to him. He shuffled just a little, moving onto his side before he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his long, strong arms around you.

"Hi baby."

Your heart tripled in size. He sounded sleepy and it was the cutest yet hottest thing you'd ever heard. You let him snuggle into you, laying back on his stomach with his head now on your chest. You raked your nails through his hair, before lightly scratching the back of his neck. The act almost put him right back to sleep, but you gave his hair a gentle tug before it could, causing Colston to look up at you with attitude.

"You gotta get up, at least I gotta get up."

He just ignored you, kissing the concern off your face. His hands layed under your (his) shirt as he now leaned over you. He kissed you long and hard as your hands grasped at his jaw, then neck, then chest, then hair. You pulled him back by your grip in his hair, once again tugging it.

"Y'cant kiss me outta this, Loveland."

"Are you sure?"'

Then he kissed you again, and you almost gave into him as he kissed you so good that your mind just blanked. Oh right, dinner, your family, 7pm. You could tell Colston was stalling partially because he just wanted to kiss, but also partially because he was nervous. Colston didn't like being nervous, but how could he not be? It was his first time seeing your parents in the context of 'girlfriend's mother and father' instead of Coach and Mrs. Coach.

You pulled away after indulging in him just a tad.

"Cole, they already love you, you know that, I know that. My dad might be a bit weird but he's just being a dad. My mom is obsessed with you and me, so she shouldn't cause any problems. And as for the three monsters under the staircase-"

"My top three Minter siblings."

You gasped, before you pushed his face away from yours as a smirk encapsulated it. You let his head lay on your chest before continuing.

"Rude. But anyway, it's been known that they love you. They're probably our biggest supporters. What's our couple name? My sister was wondering."

Colston shook his head, laughing at your baby sister's actions. The kids did love him, they had loved him for way longer than when you began dating. Colston sighed, it would be fine. He started kissing your neck, now just because he wanted to kiss you.

"You cannot go giving me marks right before we see my parents, you psycho."

You could feel him smile into your neck, and you almost told him to do whatever he wanted to you. He was so hot, and he knew how it affected you. For the third time, you ran your fingers through his brown hair and tugged it, this time to get his face away from your neck. He gave you an innocent look, causing you to roll your eyes heavily.

You rolled out from under him, getting off your bed with a heavy heart. If you could, you would jump right back in bed for a makeout session, but you knew it was probably for the better.

"Stop looking at me like that, or I'll get back in bed with you."

"You say that like I don't want it more than anything."

You shook your head as you trudged into the bathroom to do your hair. Your phone played music that floated into your bedroom as hot tools and brushes ran through your hair. Colston came into your bathroom, wordlessly wrapping his arms around your hips, his head laying on your shoulder. Your heart melted as you heard him start humming along with Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers. You were rubbing off on him.

You did your makeup with one hand as the other rested on top of Colston's. When you were finished you turned around in Colston's arms, standing there, hugging him for just a little bit while the music played.

Soon enough, you left the bathroom, Colston following behind you. If was 6:15, and you had to leave at about 6:40, and you both needed to change clothes. You put on some jeans and a white sweater, standing infront of your mirror to adjust the collar. You watched Colston through the mirror, he slipped a crewneck on, tugging his chain out from under it. He sat on your bed to put his sneakers on, and when he looked up for just a second he caught your eyes in the mirror. He smiled at you, looking back down to tie his shoe.

"You look that good, and you're saying I can't leave marks?"

You shook your head, giggling as you walked over to him, standing between his spread legs.

"I can play nice, leave no trace behind."

Your knees almost buckled. He was so subtly hot. You shook your head with wide eyes. You leaned down and placed a completely innocent kiss on his lips, pulling away from him before he could get too into it. His hands ran up and down the sides of your thighs, gripping every now and then.

You took a step back, letting him stand up. It was time to go. You turned around to grab your shoes and Colston's palm met the fat of your ass. You turned back to him, a faux offended look on your face. He smiled, shrugging at you, fuck he was hot.

You put your shoes on, grabbing your phone and keychain as Colston slipped his keys, wallet, and phone into his pockets. Colston opened the door, letting you out first and closing it behind him. You exited your apartment complex, finding Colston's car quickly. You put the directions to your parents house onto the screen of the car as Colston's hand found its place on your left thigh.

The drive was silent other than the music, and the occasional robotic noise telling Colston where to turn. You instinctively pulled up his sleeve to trace over his tattoo, one of your favorite things to pass time with.

Colston pulled into the driveway of your parent's home at 6:57, right on schedule. You could tell he was nervous again, his leg bouncing as he turned the car off. You laced your fingers with his, calling his name to get him to look at you.

"Loveland, everything's gonna go perfect. You know them, baby. They know you, which is even better. You don't understand how happy my whole family was when I told them you'd asked me to be your girlfriend. You probably don't even understand how happy I was."

You brought his hand up to your face, kissing his wrist, rubbing your thumb back and forth.

"Serious?"

"One hundred percent."

He nodded, a smile lightly gracing his face.

"There he is."

You two exited the car, walking up your driveway to the front porch. You opened the door, knowing it would be unlocked and the only two people with authority to open the front door were likely busy.

"Guys? We're here!"

Your voice echoed through the house, the three children sitting on the couch bolting up towards the foyer. Your two youngest siblings jumped into Colston's arms while the oldest of the little ones, your first brother hugged you tightly. He was always your little best friend, since he came first among the littles. The other two eventually hugged you, before you all walked through the front of the house to the kitchen, where your mom and dad were handling dinner.

"Hey you two! How are y'all doing?"

Your mom smiled brightly, looking up from where she was pouring waters. You smiled, leaning against the island while you let her know the latest details of your life. Your dad had yet to speak, you knew he was already a bit awkward around people that weren't your immediate family, and Colston being one of his players probably made it worse.

"Dad, speak. You two spend more time together than I do with either of you."

Finally, you got your dad and Colston talking, and everything else fell into place.

You and Colston helped set the table, you subtly bumping hips with him to silently applaud his performance thus far. While you ate, you occasionally rubbed Colston's thigh, just to keep him comfortable and calm.

Your dad thankfully wasn't trying to do the whole, 'What are your intentions with my daughter?' conversation, but you couldn't confidently confirm or deny that he hadn't already tried that at workouts in the past months.

After dinner you watched as Colston helped your mom and dad clean up, your siblings dragging you to the living room to see one of their new things. You were sat on the carpet while you played with your siblings, patting the spot on the couch behind you when Colston came into the living room. You leaned your head on the inside of his thigh as you now sat between his spread legs.

Your parents soon came in too and you watched a hockey game as you talked to them. They asked about school, football, friends, everything. Colston played with your hair while he discussed his current life with your parents, the conversation becoming more and more fluent as time went on.

You moved onto the couch next to Colston when your ass started to feel the hardwood under the rug more and more. You curled into his side, his arm wrapping appropriately around your shoulders.

After some time, your siblings demanded Colston's presence in their playroom. You followed him upstairs, holding his hand for just a second before he was whisked away to the play kitchen.

You stood at the door, leaning against the frame as you stared at the group. You swore you fell more in love with him as you watched him shamelessly wearing a dress up cowboy hat given to him by your 6 year old sister, pretending to eat fake food served by your 4 year old brother, while he talked about video games with your 8 year old brother. He would be such a good dad, holy fuck you were thinking about making him a dad.

"Oh, honey, he's in deep."

You jumped slightly, turning and seeing your mom behind you. She'd just seen the amount of love in your eyes as you watched your boyfriend play with your siblings.

"It seems like you are too."

You blushed, looking away from her. She was right, of course. The two of you were both so heavily infatuated with the each other.

"He's just so.. I think I love him."

Your eyes widened when you realized what you'd said, your mom's smile widening when she heard it. Her baby was in love, with the perfect guy. You really did love him, you'd always known it, but it was the first time you were saying it. You loved him. Soon, it was past 9pm and your mother was telling your siblings it was bedtime. You and Colston said goodnight to each other your siblings, Colston giving in to their requests and ready a book for the younger two.

When the kids went to bed, you told your parents it was probably best for you two to head out as well. You said bye to them, and you giggled as you watched Colston and your dad bro hug.

When you got back in the car, you immediately jumped to hug Colston over the center console.

"I think you're just perfect, Cole. I swear, everything you do is like perfect."

You pulled away and held his face in your hands, looking into his dark eyes.

"I love you."

Colston's eyes widened, his heart erupting when he heard the three words. You two had never said that before. Colston had wanted to for a while now, but was nervous.

"I love you."

You smiled and kissed him sweetly, pulling away with butterflies swarming your stomach. You laced your fingers with him, resting them on your thigh as you began the drive back to your apartment.

You parked and quickly ran in to escape the evening chill in Ann Arbor. You got ready for bed together when you were back in your apartment. Colston's hand rested on your hip as you both brushed your teeth. Your eyes were not so subtly trained on his toned stomach in the mirror. He had opted for sweatpants and no shirt as pajamas, while you had comfy shorts and one of his tshirts on. You raised your sight line and made eye contact with Colston, who raised his eyebrows at you, questioning your staring. Your face warmed as you bent down to wash your mouth out.

Soon enough you were getting into bed with Colston, your head on his chest as you listened to his heartbeat. His hands rested on your bare back underneath your shirt.

"You made tonight so perfect, Cole. It means a lot to me, how sweet you are to my family."

You tilted your head up to look at him, seeing a smile fight its way to his face. He really was so gorgeous, the moonlight shining through your blinds bringing light to his face.

"Well, your family happens to be really nice, baby. I think your siblings would've kept me there forever."

You giggled, nodding against his chest. You couldn't help yourself as you shuffled upward, holding his jaw as you kissed him. Colston definitely didn't mine. His hands sliding to the curve of your ass when you got onto your knees, now hovering over him. Colston deepened and heated up the kiss, a grin adorning his face when he heard the smallest sound leave your mouth.

The two of you continued making out, hands wandering and minds racing. Colston's giggle broke the kiss as he couldn't help but react to a gasp you let out. You felt warmth spread from your chest to your face, laying your head in the crook of Colston's neck. He poked at your sides, laughing again as he called your name.

"C'mon, coach, don't be embarrassed. Don't hide from me, baby. You love me, 'member?"

You turned your head, shuffling to his chest to look at him. He was smiling down at you, you loved him.

"Don't abuse your power, Loveland."

His smile widened, pulling you closer.

"You know you're the first guy my dad's ever actually trusted with me?"

You snuggled into his shoulder, yawning. You closed your eyes, you became so comfortable with him rather quickly. You two just knew each other in a way no one else did. You'd known each other for over a year before you ever started dating, but you never really tried to be super close.

Colston was shocked at the admission, he was sure your dad didn't like him that much.

"Y'serious?"

"Mhm. My dad knows that you really care about me, he told me earlier he was glad he could tell you make me happy. He's never ever been even slightly fond of other guys I've had him meet."

Colston was internally celebrating. He'd won your dad over, though he would've had no idea had you not told him. Jesse Minter liked very few people that weren't his family, and sometimes, just sometimes, he liked the people that made his family happy. And he could see that Colston made you happy, very happy.

"I make you happy?"

Colston said it as a joke, stretching the last word for a few seconds longer than normal.

"For some reason, you do."

Colston pinched at your hip, giving your ass a squeeze before leaving his hand to rest there. You snuggled closer into each other, eyes gently closing. Light kisses left on foreheads and necks, hands rubbing back and forth, up and down, soothing. You two whispered three words to each other seconds before you were both asleep, warmth filling your stomachs. Both you and Colston had finally found the person for you, and knew that you were in it for the long haul.

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urrockstar-xe · 5 months

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movie nights n pretty girls - c.m.m x fem!reader

posted dec 7th, 2023 5:25 pm

@popeheywardssecretgf asked: helloo, could u do a Chad Meeks Martin fluff where fem!reader goes to Mindy and Chad’s house to see Mindy (beacuse they were bestfriends friends before her and Chad started dating) and Chad’s just kinda like wtf she’s my girlfriend Mindy~ tyy!! (love your writing btw)

okay he's a little less jealous-y and i am so fucking sorry for the wait wow i really hope u enjoy, i think its pretty cute, thank u for ur patience xx

summary: Mindy needs to tell reader all abt her date and chad gets sidelined use of y/n, a lot of platonic!mindy x reader, not a lot of romantic!chad x reader :/ mentions of mindy getting laid lol

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wordcount: 1.2k

“Y/n!” Mindy’s voice rang through your ears as the familiar front door of the Meeks-Martin household opened. “Hey, Mindy” You responded with a smile, backpack slung over one shoulder but quickly being slid down her arm as Mindy practically pulled you inside.

“So, you remember that girl I said asked me out?” “yeah, Ivy right?” Mindy’s face lit up at the name which verified your guess was correct. You listened with a smile as your best friend rambled on with details of the date as she mindlessly pulled snacks out of the pantry for your sleepover. You set your bag on one of the chairs at the table before leaning against the counter and taking one of the chip bags from Mindy.

By the time Chad had gotten to the kitchen, Mindy’s arms were full, and her rant about the pretty girl was far from over, so Chad took it upon himself to carefully maneuver his way throughout the room to not get in his sister’s way before slinking his arms around your waist and hugging you in one swift movement. Mumbling a “hi” into your hair and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before moving away from you and to the fridge, leaving you suddenly cold.

You smiled, setting the bag of chips on the table by your backpack and crossing your arms, “so wait, did you kiss her or-“ Mindy cut off your question with harsh shushes, earning a laugh in return, “you need the full rundown before I tell you the best details”

“So she did kiss her” Chad answered, deciding the fridge was boring before grabbing a water bottle and closing the door, taking your previous place against the counter.

You laughed as Mindy glared at her brother before she threw a majority of the snacks into a reusable bag from the grocery store, holding the few that didn’t fit in the bag in her hands.

“Come, sweet Y/n, I’ll finish the story while we set up for our movie” Mindy announced, pointing at you while she picked up the bag and started for the living room. “Hey, so what are we watching?” Chad asked as the two of you followed Mindy.

“Y/n/n and I will be watching Silence of the Lambs, you will be butting out of our movie night” Mindy responded matter of factly, ignoring the sympathetic smile you shot Chad as she abandoned all snacks on the coffee table.

Chad scoffed, “You know she’s my girlfriend right? not yours?” Chad asked sarcastically, “Yeah, only after you stole her from me” Mindy scoffed back, accidentally reminding you about the fact they were twins as you watched the encounter, setting up the couch. “Y/n?” Chad said, getting your full attention, those brown. puppy eyes just waiting to work their magic on you.

“No! Nuh-uh! don’t put her in that weird trance you do!” Mindy snapped her fingers in front of her brother’s face, causing you to laugh once more before slapping your hand over your mouth to stop it. “We have our date tomorrow night! think you can last till then?” You asked, smiling at Chad, watching as he rolled his eyes and took one of the bags of chips from the snack bag. “I’ll be waiting for you when you inevitably get bored of hearing about Ivy, babe,” Chad said pointing at you in a similar way to how Mindy did a few moments earlier before he turned around and started for the stairs, not missing the way Mindy called him an asshole as he flipped her off without turning back.

A few hours had passed now as you cleaned up the empty soda cans and a few beer bottles from the table when Mindy’s phone lit up with a text, initially you both ignored it, laughing at some dumb comment you had made about Hannibal Lecter as Mindy tied the trash bag and set it on the floor. It lit up a few more times this time catching your attention, “Tara maybe?” you asked with a shrug, Mindy mirrored your action before picking up her phone. “Oh my god it’s Ivy” she smiled, her face lighting up from the light on the screen. “What’s she saying?” You smiled, picking up the empty popcorn bowl. “Oh,” Mindy’s smile dropped before she shoved her phone into her back pocket, picking up the bag of trash. “She just wanted me to come over,” She shrugged, following you into the kitchen so you could put the bowl in the sink. “Told her I can’t, too busy with my Y/n,” she said teasingly, smiling at you as you scoffed. “You should go, movie’s over, it beats studying til we pass out,” You said with another shrug, “you’re sure you’re okay with it? I’m not gonna ditch you for a girl,"

"not ditching if I told you to go, it’s just for tonight! Maybe next movie night it’ll be a group thing” you teased, smiling at your friend as she let a toothy grin fall over her lips.

“Okay, but only if you’ll still be here when I get back,” Mindy said, “let's go take this trash out and then I’ll go,” She smiled once more, practically skipping as you two went out the backdoor to the trash can.

You were met back in the kitchen with Chad, cleaning your popcorn bowl as Mindy ran past him to get upstairs and find a different jacket. Making your way over to him silently, you laid your head on his arm as he turned off the water and shook his hands carefully to not splash you before reaching with his free arm for the rag and drying his hands. “Where you guys going?” he asked, tilting his head towards you. “Mindy got invited to Ivy’s, I told her to go” you responded, moving to look at his face properly.

He smirked that half smile he always does before turning fully and pulling into his hoodie-covered chest, earning a laugh as he did so. “So, that means it’ll just be us?”

“at least till she gets back, yes” You responded through a muffled laugh.

“Later losers! I’m getting laid!” Mindy called to you both as she rushed back down the stairs, as if on cue all three of you called out I love you at the same time before the door opened and swiftly shut.

“Just me and you” Chad sighed in content, “now what?” you asked in response, leaning back just enough to look at his face, but quickly moved back into him for a kiss this time, a quiet hmph being heard as your lips hit his but seamlessly falling in tune with his movements.

“I missed you” he mumbled into your hair after pulling back and hugging you once more, “ you saw me at school earlier” you laughed.

“That was forever ago,” he said through laughs.

“I missed you too, let's go watch a movie,” you said, pulling away completely and taking his hand, leading him to the couch littered with blankets and pillows.

Chad spoke once more as you landed on the couch, “Can we watch the Mario movie?”

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luvrxbunny · 7 months

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Pairing: subby!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Prompt: Toys

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, cockring, public tomfoolery, cum in pants (ofc) (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 3.0k

A/N: i blacked out (not proofread)

He shouldn’t have let you convince him to wear this. He should’ve known you’d abuse your power, but he didn’t think this far ahead, he didn’t realize the potential, all the possibilities he was giving you to humiliate him. Now it’s too late.

Joel is trying desperately to listen to what Mary Beth is telling him. She’s talking about her son… or maybe a sports team? He’s not sure. All he can focus on is your burning gaze from the corner of his eye, your hand that rests in your pocket, and the gentle buzzing of the ring around his cock.

You brought it up because one of your friends had given you a cock ring as a gag gift. However, upon realizing it vibrated and came with a Bluetooth remote… you suddenly thought it was the greatest gift in the world. You knew about this upcoming cookout and begged Joel to try it out then. He spent a week and a half denying you, laughing you off or just ignoring your question but eventually, he gave in, as he always does. He grew nervous on the day, hard as a rock while you put it on but once people started shuffling in, all his blood went to his rapidly beating heart, leaving his cock flaccid against his thighs.

Once you turned the vibrations on though? His knees almost buckled, his legs nearly giving out beneath him from the overwhelming pleasure. You’d kicked it about as high as it could go; 8/10, just to test how he would react but you quickly turned it back down with a shocked smile when his legs lost their strength, dropping him into a small squat for a split second. His eyes snapped to yours, wild and aroused and he shook his head lightly, a warning. You smirked and walked out of sight.

It’s been around 25 minutes since then and Joel’s grown comfortable. He’s had a beer to loosen up a bit and is now drinking his second one. He’s getting a bit too loose, however, because now he’s okay with the way these women are throwing themselves at him. He’s no longer flinching away when they run their hands down his arm, when they lean in, obviously just trying to get closer to his gorgeous face. You know it doesn’t mean anything to him. Hell, half the time he doesn’t even notice and you trust your boy, you know he’d never, ever hurt you intentionally. What’s bothering you- What’s causing you to seethe where you stand, is the disrespect.

The fact that some of these women think that they could get with Joel at all, let alone take him from you. Now, to clarify, you’re not a self-centered, or self-absorbed person by any means… You just know your worth, and the fact of the matter is, you’re worth more- at least to Joel- than any of these women. Yet they still have the audacity to try and get at Joel, in your presence.

So this whole cockring situation is more to keep them away than to keep Joel with you. You’re hoping at some point Joel breaks, he can’t hide his reaction and ends up muttering your name like he does. When he’s on the brink and you’re feeling too good around him; he lets your name out like a grateful whine, a prayer, or a giving of thanks. You’re hoping he can’t help but let remnants of you fall from his lips, alerting whatever wife he’s entertaining that there is someone else on his mind, someone who’s always going to be in his head, no matter how desperately she flaunts her tits.

You’ve been watching Joel, watch him relax back into his chair, talking with multiple wives. You’re waiting for one of them to do something, to cross a line, for you to remind him, that they’ll never know the power you hold over him, currently and constantly.

It’s Tara-Lee that does it. She’s standing next to Joel, one hand on his shoulder- already on thin ice- and a drink in her other hand. She’s started talking about Joel’s hair, how soft it seems, how beautiful his curls are, all good points, you can’t help but agree. Unfortunately, her fingers are starting to reach up, as if she thinks she’s actually going to touch your man's hair, play in his curls, and admire them like you do.

Wrong.

You turn on the ring, setting it to 6 after being off for about 30 minutes. Joel jumps in his seat, knocking her hand away and his head whips around, searching for you as you watch his tummy convulse. The women are staring at him a bit frantic as they ask what’s wrong. They’re putting their hands on him, rubbing his arms up and down, trying to soothe him like you do.

Wrong!

You kick it up to 8, the highest you’ve gone today and he stands, stuttering out an apology to them as his head stays on a swivel, not noticing you in the corner. You drop the vibrations to 5 and watch him sigh out a breath of relief and run his fingers through his hair until his eyes land on you. His eyes flutter as his eyebrows furrow for a moment before he starts toward you. You’re wearing an evil smirk as he makes his way over, his pace stuttering as his legs weaken in pleasure.

You feel as though you can see him leaking into his briefs, you know he is. Joel’s always wet for you. “What-” He comes in a little too hot for your liking, starting off with a very accusatory, very angry tone. You sedate him with vibrations, setting the remote back to 8 and smiling as his hand reaches out for you, gripping your bicep as he whines and folds over himself. His hand is tensing around your arm, trying to pull away every once in a while but his legs almost give out every time he lets go. He wants to touch himself, he needs something, anything at this point to make the vibrations more bearable. He feels like he’s floating aimlessly in a pool of pleasure.

Your scent is surrounding him, and through his blurry eyes, he can see an adorable smirk on your lips. He loves it when you take charge like this, make sure that everyone knows he’s yours. It turns him on beyond belief. So pairing that with the cockring is sending him to heaven- or hell. “I’m sorry.” He rushes the words out of his mouth, cutting them off as a whine tries to escape his throat. You turn it down to 6 and begin to walk to the house. “For?” You prompt as almost pass him, pulled back by his hand on your arm. You turn towards him and try not to coo at his expression. His eyes are wide and hazy, unfocused as they flit over your face. His mouth opens and shuts, gaping like a fish as he keeps trying to speak, nothing but rebellious moans slipping from his mouth. You mercifully turn the ring to 4 and let him breathe for a moment.

“The- the wives.” He clears his throat and removes his hand from your bicep. “I know sometimes they’re too much. I don’t- I never notice though. You- You know that, right?” Joel’s concern is too heartwarming, you smile gently and pull him in for a kiss. You have to ignore the way a fire burns in your stomach at the groan he lets out when your lips meet his. “I know you’re not flirting the the wives.” You run your hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and behind his neck. “My problem is that they’re flirting with you.” Your fingers bury themselves in his hair, gripping hard enough for him to feel the pull but soft enough that no one else would notice.

You watch his features fight the urge to contort in pleasure as he lets out a little whine before clearing his throat, trying to play it off as you let go and walk toward the house. You turn the ring back to zero and figure you’ll turn it on when you get back if Joel is talking with a wife. A playful smile spreads over your face and the heat in your belly rages at the thought.

You grab another drink and only then do you realize Joel followed you into the house, he’s been standing behind you silently, patiently as you put your drink together. “Joel! You scared me..!” He’s silent for a moment, his eyes now hooded and unfocused, and he licks his lips slowly before speaking. “M’ sorry. You- I just missed you.” He walks to the island, leaning against the countertop. “Someone tried to talk to me but all I could think about was you, I’d always rather be with you.” Joel’s eyes are shut and his head is hanging low as he speaks to you, his arms crossed over his chest making him look erotically broad.

You’re beaming at him, you’ve never seen him so delirious. “Really? Always?” His head rises quickly, his brows furrowed in what looks like slight anger? “Yes.” His tone is firm and demanding, he didn’t hesitate in his answer for even a second. You’re making strides to him before you realize, crashing his lips to yours and moaning at the way his arms wrap around you instantly, pulling your body against his as tightly as he can. He’s moaning against your lips, forcing you to kiss him every time you try to pull away. His desperation is the best thing you could ask for, it’s the biggest turn-on, but you can’t breathe and he won’t let you pull away.

You reach blindly into your pocket and turn the cockring on. You have no clue how high you set it, you just need it to be enough for Joel to pull away, and he does. You’re still pressing the button, cranking it higher and higher as Joel’s knees give out, crashing him to the tile with a groan as you look around quickly. You lean back to get a glimpse of the backyard as Joel moans at your feet, spewing garbled nonsense from his mouth as his hips twitch up. You don’t see anyone making their way over, and the sliding door is completely shut so you’d hear something if it opened. You focus back on Joel and turn the vibrations back down, earning a grateful but pained whine from Joel.

He’s gazing up at you with a look you can’t describe. It’s love- definitely but so much more somehow. You feel like you can see right into his soul with how vulnerable his gaze looks. He’s gripping the backs of your thighs with both hands, stroking them up and down, almost reaching your butt but he refrains from grabbing. He’s resting on his thighs, almost in a wide seiza position. He’s looking into your eyes as you smile down at him and bring a hand to his hair, stroking gently as his eyelids flutter and his face rests against yours. “You okay, baby?” You ask him with no tease in your voice, genuinely asking because you’ve never seen him like this before, so soft, just for you. He whimpers against your thighs and brings his hips forward, pressing himself against your shins for just a moment. “Need.”

That’s all he says, his eyes closed and brows furrowed as your fingers scratch his scalp. Your smile is almost splitting your face as you lower yourself to the ground, pushing him back slowly so he’s fully sitting on the ground, legs spread for you. His breathing speeds up as you crawl toward him for a moment. Your hands place themselves on his knees once you’ve sat and they apply pressure, pushing them down slowly so you can fit yourself between them. You sit in front of him, between his legs but not in his lap, and reach for his pants.

He sighs out as you unbuckle them, you can hear his head smack against the cabinets with a groan as his hips rise, pressing themselves into your hands and a broken whine leaves his lips at the stimulation. You reach your hand into his boxers and he moans, loud and unabashed despite the multiple people currently at your residence. You just smirk and place a quick kiss on his exposed neck, you don’t care if anyone hears, not when he’s saying your name like that.

Joel is ready, excited, and waiting for you to touch him. He feels your fingers wrap around the cockring and he can imagine the relief he’ll feel when you take it off. He gasps when your fingers leave, trailing along his cock until you’re able to get some precum and wet his entire shaft with it, pumping him slowly as you coat the cockring in his juices. He’s whimpering for you once you get ahold of the ring again, but all you do is twist it around his cock and pull your hand out. His head rises from the cabinets quickly, eyes frantic and sad as they take in your mean smile. “Sweetheart.” He means it as a warning, a demand that you either touch him or explain yourself but instead, it comes out like a whine, a beg for you to do something, to make him feel good. So you do.

You turn the vibrations back on, immediately jumping to five and you kiss Joel to conceal his shouting moans. He hadn’t realized, he didn’t know your reasoning for flipping the ring around. He assumed you wanted to tease him, get revenge for all the times he’s teased you. The real reason though, was so the ring could vibrate against his balls. His hands come from where they’d planted themselves on the ground to your arms, his fingers pressing into your skin painfully as he tries to cope with the new pleasure. His eyes are clamped shut, his entire body shaking as you turn the vibrations up to seven. “You’re so incredible, Joel. So perfect for me. Look at you.”

He releases a strangled, desperate moan of your name before his head falls back again and one hand leaves you to palm himself roughly through his jeans. “Letting me own you the way I do. Letting me stake my claim in front of the whole neighborhood, without them even knowing the hold I have on you.” His hand comes from your shoulder to your face, pulling you into his waiting, whimpering lips. He’s frantic with the kiss, licking into your mouth, moaning against you, and gripping your hair so hard it hurts before mumbling an apology and stroking over the same part softly.

He’s all over the place. His hand is over his cock, massaging himself, pressing the vibrations into his balls. “I- baby.” He can’t even get his words out, cutting himself off with a bite of his lip, trying to hold his sounds in as he nears his peak. His hips are starting to thrust up into his hand, putting on a pretty show for you, letting you admire the utter need in this entire scene. “I’m gonna- fuck, gonna cum.” His voice is breaking on every other word, letting out little mewls and rough sighs against your lips. “More- need more.”

You smile at his request, kissing his neck with prideful praises falling from your lips, rewarding him for telling you what he needs. You turn the vibrations up slowly, stopping at nine when Joel slaps a hand over his mouth. It doesn’t do much to muffle his screaming groans, his eyes snap open to meet yours but roll back at the proud look on your face, the uncontrollable smile, and the subconscious grinding of your hips. His hand comes down from his face to palm himself again, eyes still shut tight. “Tell me, baby-”

His words cut off with a grunt as his hand falters over his bulge, losing its pace. You lean forward and press your hand over his, helping him massage his cock with a moan. “Tell you what, honey? How good you’re being?” He’s shaking his head before you even finish your sentence. His mouth is gaping again, like he wants to say something but can’t, all he manages out is, “Yours?” You have to actively bite your lip to hold in a moan of his name, you become aware of your grinding because your hips stutter as arousal shoots through your entire body like electricity.

“Y-Yeah? Want me to tell you all about how I own you? How everything you do, everything you feel is dictated by me?” He nods his head frantically, ragged moans tearing from his throat as his hips thrust into both of your hands with renewed vigor. “You’re all mine, Joel. You know that, right? You could never belong to someone else.” His eyes open slowly, hazy and unfocused as they try to meet yours again, locking in and holding your gaze with his mouth hanging open. His muscles start to tense, pulling tighter, his biceps beginning to bulge as he almost curls in on himself, eyelids fluttering, trying to break his gaze.

You turn the ring to ten and pull his face into your neck, letting him muffle his shaky, raspy, moans of your name in your skin. His hips stutter and thrust violently into your hands as he cums, soaking the inside of his pants for you. You’re whispering possessively loving words into his ear the whole time, stroking his hair softly as he moans incoherent things for you, mumbles how good you make him feel, how much he loves you, and more.

He’s fucked out afterward, it takes the threat of one of the wives coming in to get him off the floor and you have to walk him to the bedroom. He’s clinging to you the whole time, telling you how good you smell, how much he loves you, and how he loves that you love him. You put him to bed after cleaning him gently and go to excuse your guests when he grips your forearm desperately. “Yours?” He asks with an uncharacteristically uncertain tone. You bend down and place a soft kiss on his forehead. “Mine.”

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5secondsofmoxley · 7 months

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Wrestling With Feelings // Part 2

Read Part 1 here

Quick reminder, I am not a pool expert. So the beginning of this chapter is brought to you today by Google 😂

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“Did you not see how bad I am? I’m a lost cause.” She huffed.

“You just need some guidance on aiming. It’s pretty easy once you figure out your grip.” Hook quickly reset the table for a new game. Once the balls were set, he put the cue ball in position and turned to her.

“Why don’t you start? You get an advantage when you can choose whether you wanna go for stripes or solid. If you get a good hit, you might be able to knock a ball right off the bat.” Hook stepped back, motioning her to take his place and go for the break.

She stepped forward hesitantly. Giving him once last glance, she focused on the task at hand. Leaning over the table, she lined up her stick with the cue ball. Hook had to remind himself that he was helping her learn to play better, focusing his eyes on her hands and not her ass. But damn, if she didn’t look good in those shorts.

“Are you sure I should start and not watch you take the first hit?” Startled from his thoughts, he quickly looked at her face, hoping she didn’t catch where his stare was. Two drinks and I’m thinking like a horny teen? Hook thought to himself.

Pulling his mind out of the gutter, he stepped forward next to her. “Right off the bat, I can show you how to hold the cue. Are you a righty, or a lefty?”

“Depends on what I’m doing.” Hook blinked at her. She sighed before adding, “for the most part, I’m a righty.”

Baffled at her response, he chuckled. “What does that even mean?”

“It means I’m ambidextrous, but for most things, like writing and such, I use my right hand. I can write with my left but it’s smoother with my right. But, I’m backwards when playing hockey, I was told I held the stick like a lefty. And I carry purses on my left arm. I don’t know, Tyler, I’m just weird like that. I walk my own path.” Ignoring the fluttering in his chest from hearing her say his name for what he’s pretty sure is the first time ever, he lets out a hearty laugh. He couldn’t help but find her nervous rambling absolutely adorable.

“Okay then. So, assuming that to play pool your right arm is dominant, you want to use that to aim. Your right hand is going to grip the back end of the stick. Use your left hand for the bridge. It’s basically just your leverage to hit the cue ball. Your right hand is doing all the work to aim and push.” Tyler leaned over, showing her what he meant as he explained it. “I’m going to break, but I’ll let you take the first shot after. Next round, you’ll break.”

“And that means?” She asked sheepishly.

“It just means you’re breaking the rack. Making the first hit after the balls are set in the triangle piece.”

“Oh, makes sense.”

Tyler smiled, shaking his head before making the first shot. Once all the balls stopped, he looked to her expectedly.

“Okay, I’m going now I guess.” She stepped to the table again before looking back at Hook. “Um, which am I going for?”

“Doesn’t matter, choose whichever you think you might be able to knock into a pocket right away.” He watched her as she walked around the table, carefully inspecting her options. He could see the gears in her head turning, but when he caught sight of her best shot, he guided her in the right direction.

“Come over here.” He motioned her to follow him to the side of the table. “This solid blue is your best shot. If you hit it at the right angle, and just the right amount of force, you have almost a clear shot into the pocket.”

“Tyler,” there’s that fluttering again, “I really think you have too much faith in me.”

“Lean in for your shot, and I’ll fix your form.”

She wiped a hand down her face, staring down her so called “best shot.” Leaning over the table, she took what she had thought was the correct stance.

Tyler hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was appropriate to lean over her and move her into better form. He couldn’t figure out a way to explain it to her that she’d understand. So, he convinced himself that she’d tell him if she wasn’t comfortable, before going in for the kill.

He took a breath before stepping next to her, and wrapping his right hand around hers. He gently twisted her hand, making it more comfortable for her and giving her a better grip. Moving his left hand forward, he fiddled with her fingers for a second to make her a better bridge. His eyes flickered to her face for a second, just in time to catch her eyes flicking back up to his from his mouth.

Holding eye contact with her, everyone else in the room disappeared. All the noise was drowned out, and suddenly it was just the two of them. Tyler couldn’t hear a thing besides his own heart pounding out of his chest. He wondered if she could feel it as he caught her just slightly pressing her back more into his chest.

And in his normal awkward fashion, instead of making a move, he helped with hers.

“Pull your right hand back, and just slide it forward with enough energy to hit the ball straight to the pocket.” He pulled his hand back, and since it was still firmly wrapped around hers, he gave her the perfect shot. The cue ball made contact with the solid blue ball and knocked it right into the corner pocket.

She turned her head just in time to catch the ball falling down the picket. Squealing excitement, she grinned at Tyler. “That’s the first time I’ve ever gotten the first shot! I mean, you did all the work, but it counts right?”

He laughed at that. “Yeah, ready to go for another?”

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“I can’t believe I actually won! Twice!” Tyler smiled at his feet, not having the heart to tell her he let her win one game. He wasn’t entirely sure she understood that she only won because he “accidentally” knocked the 8 ball into the pocket before his final striped ball. He was proud of the fact that she did legitimately win that second time. Hook was surprised how fast she picked up pool once she knew the proper way to hold the cue.

They had played 3 games total. She really got into playing after that initial game where he taught her how to play. He would’ve let her win that game, but he knew it would’ve been too obvious since she missed every shot he didn’t help her with.

“And you said you were a lost cause.”

“I would’ve been without you.” He swore she could hear how loud his heart was beating. They were walking shoulder to shoulder back to their hotel. Sometime during their second game, Danhausen had gone over to them seeing if they were ready to go. Hook was exhausted, but when he saw the look on her face, he decided he’d stay as long as she wanted to. So, Danhausen had left without them, promising to take their luggage back and not take anymore of Hook’s chip stash.

Tyler smiled at her, not knowing how to respond. Tonight had been amazing. Though most of their focus had been on playing, they really got lost in their conversations. He didn’t think he’d spoken to anyone nearly as much as he had with her during those few blissful hours.

A gentle nudge broke him out of his thoughts. “Give me your phone.”

Confused at the demand, but not worried too much about it, Hook handed over his phone without a word. He watched as she tried to get into it, but was locked out by Face ID.

“Unlock it, dummy.”

Hook snorted at the insult, but again, obliged without question. He watched silently as she opened his texts, and started a new conversation. After a few seconds, she handed him back his phone. Looking at the screen, he sees a simple “hi” text sent to an unsaved number. Hook looked back at her, just barely catching her creating a new contact on her own phone. She glanced at him after feeling his stare.

“I needed your number so we can set up that pool game to kick Adam’s ass. I’m no expert, but you seem pretty good at pool. And if I beat you twice, imagine how we’re going to crush Cole.” She smirked, getting a good laugh out of Tyler.

“You’re hell bent on beating him, aren’t you?” He chuckled.

“You don’t even know how many times Adam has destroyed me. This vendetta has been long brewing but now, you actually gave me a good fighting shot. Especially with you as my tag partner.” She nudged him again.

Nudging her back, he looked up just in time to notice them approaching the front doors of their hotel. Trying not to be too obvious, he took a couple big strides to reach the door in order to open it for her. She offered him a soft smile as she quietly thanked him. Looking at the ground for a second, she glanced back at him with a smirk. “Glad to see chivalry is thriving with you.”

Stepping in behind her, he hoped she didn’t catch the flush of his cheeks. He couldn’t remember a time a girl made him blush like she could. Hook tried to think of something that could return the favor and maybe even surprise her.

“Well, chivalry is just one of my many charms. Care for a knight in shining armor to sweep you off your feet?" Acting fast and with the help of the alcohol still in his system from earlier, he wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other under her knees to pick her up bridal style.

Gasping out a laugh, she quickly wrapped both arms around his shoulders as if afraid he’d drop her. “Tyler!” She giggled.

A few heads of the staff working through the night turned their way, but Tyler’s focus was fully on her. He couldn’t care less of who was watching them. He carried her to the elevator, managing to hit the up arrow without having to maneuver her much.

Stepping in once the doors opened, he looked down at her bright, smiling face. “What floor, milady?”

She shook her head, still laughing at the cold hearted handsome devil’s surprising silliness. “Third floor.”

Hook couldn’t help but smile to himself. “Same here.” He couldn’t thank the universe enough.

It was a short walk from the elevator to her room. He begrudgingly put her down, before asking her an important question. “Doesn’t Danhausen have your stuff still?”

“Nah, he brought it up to Kris. He knew we were staying together.” She stated, digging through her bag for her room key.

Tyler ran a hand through his hair, not sure what more to say. He wanted to say goodnight, but he also wanted to do something to guarantee they’d hang out again. He thought quick on his feet, before coming up with what he thought was the perfect excuse.

“Wanna grab breakfast in the morning? You know, for team bonding.”

A smile took over her face again. She shook her head, chuckling to herself. “Just for team bonding?”

“And for the most important meal of the day, yeah.” He played it cool, but he was almost positive she seemed to deflate just a little bit. He swore her smile dimmed for a split second. He cursed himself for that one.

“As long as you let me sleep till at least 11, and there’s coffee, I won’t say no to that.”

“Sounds good to me.” Tyler went to walk away, before she quickly laid her hand on his arm. He turned back to her, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Goodnight, Ty.” She kissed his cheek, shuffling into her room without giving him a chance to respond. He thanked the heavens she did though, he was sure there was no way she could’ve caught him blushing for the millionth time tonight.

Danhausen’s right, he thought to himself, touching a hand to where her lips touched, I do have it bad.

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queentheweeb · 1 year

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Aonung X Fem Navi Omaticaya Reader

A/N: Soulmates exist in the Navi world, and you knew that Aonung was your soulmate when he defended you and your siblings. Also, canon divergence

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You didn't think that you were going to be accepted as quickly as you thought. You were convinced that the Tsahik was going to kick you guys out and fuck y'all but, the Olo'eyktan had a heart and allowed you guys to stay as long as you learn their ways to keep from being useless. She had inspected your siblings making a spectacle of Lo'ak and you swore you almost hissed at her but, your dad stepped up and placed his hand in her face showing yeah, he's a demon too. Your family wasn't freaks or demons regardless of her prejudice. You guys lost too much to be judged so harshly especially since your dad tried so hard to fit in and do right, there is only so much he can do. He was one person with feelings, no matter how hard he tried to hide them. You being the twin of Neteyam can only watch how hard he was with Lo'ak and Neteyam. Yes, Lo'ak got in trouble but, more than once your mom has said he was exactly like their dad and Neteyam was like their mom and you were a mix of both of them. You would always comfort Lo'ak and Neteyam when your dad wasn't around. This time Lo'ak was by himself sulking so you jumped him from behind earning a startled yelp from him.

"How's my baby brother, huh? Why you're sulking? No sulking allowed!" He was trying in vain to stay angry and annoyed but, with you tickling and wrestling with him he was giggling and laughing trying to pin you in the dirt.

"I got you!" He was on top of you but, you used your tail to yank him back and this time it was you on top. The both of you were giggling entirely too much to take this seriously.

"I win!" You couldn't even say anymore except fall on top of him laughing from the gut. Unbeknownst to the two of you Aonung and his friends were not too far away poking fun at Kiri but, your sensitive ears picked up their voices and the annoyed tone from Kiri. Getting off of Lo'ak, he noticed your face and followed your eyes to Aonung making him hiss.

"The fuck is he bothering Kiri for." You were already on your feet making your way over there and Kiri was the first one to spot your fuming form on the way.

"Why are you surrounding my sister." You faced Aonung who seemed to have started all of it, glaring at him and all he did was smirk down at you. He had five seconds to stop smirking before you wiped it off of him.

"Relax princess we were just playing around...she's a freak anyway so why do you care." You shoved him and his eyes widen when he landed on his ass and you hissed at him.

"She's not a freak! You're the freak for picking on someone that doesn't look like you! Leave her alone!" You frowned hard, disappointed in him, and turned to grab Kiri but were blind-sided by a punch right in the face that sent you flying backward, head over heels. Holy shit, you haven't been hit like that since your Ikran head-butted you off the cliff during your Iknimaya, and it hurt. Tears unwillingly came to your eyes, feeling the blood flow like a faucet from your nose; shit, it's broken. Through the pain, you heard full-blown snarling and punches being thrown. You opened your eyes blearily, seeing Kiri and Lo'ak fighting the boy who you think hit you while his friends watched, unsure if they should break it up. Ignoring the pain, you stood up, walking side to side cause now you were nauseous, aiming to grab Lo'ak and Kiri off of him.

"DON'T YOU EVER HIT MY SISTER AGAIN YOU BITCH!" Kiri bit his fingers and got up off of him turning to see you standing there reaching for her and Lo'ak who pulled the guy's tail growling at him. "Lo'ak it's Y/N." That got his attention leaving the guy groaning on the ground and grabbing you by the face gently.

"Mom can fix her." He went to pick you up but, was stopped by Aonung who both he and Kiri hissed at.

"My mom can do it, it's my fault." Kiri and Lo'ak were about to heavily protest, but you stopped them with a hiss and Aonung nodded ushering the three of you to follow. Lo'ak who was still full of adrenaline picked you up and kept up with Aonung's pace to the Tsahik's Marui. When the four of you got there all of your parents were there which was a surprise but, before anything can be said

"What happened?" Lo'ak put you down and when Jake and Neytiri saw your face they hissed, Jake grabbed you gently and sat you on the floor in between him and Neytiri while Ronal got some healing herbs "Lo'ak" His ears pinned back because of why they got to blame him automatically even though he was part of it.

"It was my fault." All eyes turned to Aonung, and he cringed, wanting to crawl into a hole from all the eyes staring at him, particularly the nasty glare Neytiri and his father were giving him. "I-I was being mean to Kiri, and she told me to stop, which I did, but Key'ko hit her in the face, and that's when Lo'ak and Kiri fought him, and we brought her here." He knew he would have to apologize, so he might as well do it now. He was embarrassed as it was, having to swallow his pride. He turned to Lo'ak and said, " I am sorry." He turned to Kiri, bowing to her, "I am sorry. for being mean to you. You are not a freak." He turned back to Y/N, who was staring, got down on his knees, and bowed to her. "I am sorry for the way you have been treated." He glanced up at her and, with a deep breath, got up and exited the Marui so he could go drown himself from the sheer embarrassment of getting on his knees and apologizing.

"I didn't think he would do it." Ronal was impressed with her son's maturity glancing back to Y/N who flinched at the light touch on her nose and mouth but, she shushed her gently. She saw the way her son looked at her and Eywa told her there was something special about Y/N but, she will keep it to herself.

"Mawey, ma'ite." Neytiri was rubbing her head humming softly while Y/N had a death grip on her dad's hand. When all was done Ronal hummed

"Thankfully it is not broken but it will be sore for a few days. If you keep bleeding or cannot breathe come back to me." You thanked her watching as she patched up the scrapes on Lo'ak and Kiri quickly and that's when the boy who hit you was brought in by Aonung who forced him to his knees. He had two black eyes and scratches along his chest and arms and he hissed at the sight of Kiri and Lo'ak who hissed back.

"None of that!" Everyone stood quiet at the assertive tone from Tonowari who was staring at his son and the boy. "What do you have to say for yourself Key'ko." The boy said nothing but, hissed when Aonung pressed on his neck

"I'm sorry Y/N for hitting you." He glared up at Aonung who glared right back at him. Lo'ak and Kiri looked at him, looked at each other, and then looked back at him.

"I'm sorry." It was like pulling teeth out of Lo'aks mouth to apologize but, he did it suppressing the urge to smile at the proud look his dad gave him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too." Kiri's eye twitched but when all was said and done both of them got out of the marui to go back to lessons with Tsireya who was currently teaching Neteyam. Satisfied Aonung left the boy to be seen by his mother who was disappointed in the behavior but, said nothing. You refused to look at him instead your focus was solely on Aonung who kept glancing at you and was hovering at the entrance. Holy shit, what was this pull at your chest? Why was that so cool how he made them apologize after he apologized himself to you and your siblings?

"Why don't you go with Aonung sweetheart? I and your mom have to finish talking with the Tsahik and Olo'eyktan." You nodded smiling at the kiss he planted on your forehead. You got up to go to Aonung who held the beads open for you to come out first and followed behind you. You were flabbergasted by the 180 and you were convinced that when he was around his friends was when he was an asshole but, now? Not so much.

"You need a new friend." You're not going to say too much about the others because you did notice how they didn't help Key'ko instead just watching him get his ass handed to him by your younger siblings. He should be glad it wasn't Neteyam.

"I don't normally hang out with him, we all found him a bit...strange, a tad too aggressive towards girls but, we ignored it thinking it was us looking too much into it... I should have followed my gut from the jump." He surprisingly looked guilty as the two of you sat near a secluded area of the beach with your feet in the water.

"It's not your fault, you didn't think he would do that. That's why none of you helped him, right? He had it coming for a long time?" The silence with a single head nod was enough for you. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence looking out to the sea until you felt his hand gently grab yours. You looked up to see he was looking down at you with a sweet smile the sparks in your chest returning with the way he was looking at you.

"Can we start over? We got off on the wrong foot. I will never make fun of your siblings or you. I promise." You stared at him to see if he was being deceitful but, all you saw was honesty and hope. Allowing the sparks in your heart to grow a bit you smiled at him.

"Of course, we can." The way his face lit up and he let out a little chuckle made you feel okay with accepting him as your soulmate.

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sako-mii · 1 year

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༆ Sweet exchange༆

Note: I had this idea and thought it's cute so why not. Tagging @cy-inky because she asked me to and @shibalen because she loves him. I don't know what else to say so enjoy<3

Warnings: idk none? But just to make it clear, the italic lines mean that they're talking in another language.

He looked through the pages and documents in his hands and on the desk in front of him, quietly sorting them out as you approached him, a small smile adorning your face. He gave you a quick glance before returning back to the oh so important pages in front of him.

"What brings you here?" He asks you as you sit down in front of him across the desk.

"Well, I wanted to see you but I also wanted to ask you something," you said and waited for a response from him. You continued when he looked at you and waited for you to go on, "Kaveh told me that you could speak four languages,is it true? How come you never told me?" He continued to look at the papers in his hands lazily and answered you in his usual straightforward manner, "yes, it's true. You never asked me and I didn't think it was something worth mentioning."

"Could you say something in another language?" You asked him, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you. "Why do you want to hear me speak another language?" He asks, seemingly confused at your request. "I just want to hear you speak."

"Maybe later. I'm busy right now."

"Please?"

"No."

"Just a little bit!"

He sighed and gave in, putting the papers down to look at you.

"What do you want me to say?" He asked and leaned back on his chair, relaxing a little. You told him that anything is fine and whatever language he prefers. He seems to think for a bit before speaking.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" He asks and looks at you being all excited over hearing him speak. 'I guess they really can't understand me,' he thought.

"... it's quite endearing when you get excited over small things like that," He looked at you, searching for any signs that you understood what he said.

You look at him all amazed, trying your best to hide your grin before asking him what he said. He wasn't going to tell you that he called you cute and ignored the question. "Could you say some more stuff? That sounds amazing!" You ask him and he agrees rather quickly to your surprise.

"Hmm let's see... You're very persistent and hard working in whatever you do, I think it's admirable. I always enjoy your company no matter how busy I can be. I like it when you talk about the things you like and listen to my interests as well, showing interest in what I show you as well. You never cease to amaze me."

He continues and you listen quietly. You rest your arm at the desk and smile gently as you listen to his every word carefully.

"And I love you."

"I love you too."

He stops talking and looks at you, clearly taken aback by what he just heard. "You... could understand me the whole time?" He asks, his eyes slightly widen as he gets flustered.

You grin and nod, causing his cheeks to flush a little. "Why didn't you tell me that you could speak another language as well?" He asks, trying to keep his composure.

"You never asked~," you grinned, the teasing tone very audible in your voice. He covers his face with his hand, trying to cool down his flushed face.

You started laughing, causing him to glare at you. Once you've calmed down, you look at him and smile sweetly,

"Who would've guessed that you have this sweet side on you as well."

" Please stay quiet.."

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andrigyn · 9 months

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1920s Neris mafia AU just for you <3

Nesta traced a circle on the dark, shiny surface of the counter with her index finger. It was impossible to ignore the feeling of the man’s intense stare, although she wished to avoid eye contact. He was handsome. In her initial assessment, she observed an angular and defined bone structure. His eyes were large, with russet irises framed by thick eyelashes. The man’s hair was an eye-catching shade of red, and he was well dressed. The suit he wore was dark grey, and tailored to fit his lean frame. Nesta’s eye was drawn also to the expensive looking watch that adorned his wrist.

“We could leave right now, you and I, for the right price,” Nesta said, barely choking out those dangerous words. There was no going back now, she had really done it. Whether or not she wished him to say yes, she couldn’t be certain.

He only laughed in reply. What started off as a low chuckle progressed until he became borderline hysterical. Nesta’s face twisted into a scowl as he sat there, mocking her. “Now you’ve offended me. What makes you think I need to pay for the company of women?” he asked.

“I can’t say for sure, you just have that look about you,” Nesta quipped. Her insult caused his face to fall for a moment, which was enough to keep her going, “Don’t be ashamed, there are advantages to paid company, as you well know, but I won’t waste my time, or yours detailing the merits.” Nesta rose from her seat, well aware of the fact that her cheeks were now beet red. This type of rejection stung. In fact, it made her feel so low that the idea of whoring herself out like this began to disgust her. An empty stomach couldn’t bother her anymore now that this place stunk of failure. In the morning, Nesta would report to the school and plead with the principal for her job back.

“Sit back down, we aren’t finished yet.” His tone was teasing at first, but by then it became firm. It carried with it the type of authority that most would obey instinctually, but Nesta wouldn’t give in.

“As much as I’d love to stay and chat, my time is valuable.” What a lie that was.

The man reached into his pocket, and pulled out some money. He then reached for her gloved hand and put the bill inside, closing her fingers into a fist. Nesta quickly unfurled them and to her shock it was a fifty dollar bill. She quickly shoved it into her pocket, not wanting anyone else to see it, and decide to try their luck at robbing her.

“Now, sit back down and humor me for a minute.”

She sat.

“I’ve never even seen you here before,” he said with a genuine curiosity.

“What does it matter?” Nesta snapped. She could have explained that it was Emerie who told her of this place, that even though she seldom reached for the bottle, it was worth the risk to her livelihood to unwind every now and again. Perhaps the stranger would have recognized her pretty dark eyes and neatly cropped hair. Perhaps he would have said yes to her.

“It matters because I don’t think you belong here.” He took a long sip of his drink. “You’re letting that go to waste.” The man gestured towards Nesta’s untouched drink.

She raised the glass to her lips, and let the liquid burn as it slid down her throat. “How would you know anything about me, or where I belong?”

“You can learn a lot about a person before they ever open their mouth. Your eyes keep darting about the room, and you’ve hardly looked at me directly for more than a few seconds at a time. You are constantly in motion, like how right now you’re tapping your fingers against the counter. That’s a clear sign of nervousness.”

Nesta’s hand froze, and she laid it down flat.

“Your dress is awfully long for a call girl, and once you started talking, I could tell you were well educated, intelligent perhaps, but not streetwise,” he explained.

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thesamoanqueen · 2 years

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Breakfast

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: SMUT; Fingering; a bit of oral sex; Errors like always, probably…

A/N: I'm shameless. I repost it cause the tags didn't work. Let me know if you want to be tagged for the next one~ Wish someone will like this new one anyway, bye!

Awakenings weren't for her. She had never liked to stay between the sheets, her body numb from sleep, feel her eyes get used to the light again or maybe she had never really had the opportunity to appreciate them. Certainly, had never happened to appreciate those of the two days she had left behind her, too much weight on her chest and her mind wandering in the dark all the time. In those days she usually kept herself busy to avoid the pain, till she collapsed physically letting the time do the rest and as expected, she had done it too the previous day. The results, however, had been different and for once, she had no desire to get out of bed to start the day and the weight that she felt around her waist was even pleasant.

- Aren't you a little too old to pretend to sleep? - Roman asked, his voice rough, giving her a little pinch on her bare side.

She should have regained consciousness, take stock of the situation and try to get a clear picture of what they had done, but she didn't really like it at that moment and honestly, the only picture she could visualize was Roman's face buried between her legs for what had seemed like an eternity. Or maybe it really had been, the big boy had been furious to the point of making her beg for mercy.

- Ssh, it's not nice to disturb... - she murmured, eyes closed with fake annoyance, moving under his arm to turn away.

Tried at least, because she just had time to inspire between the sheets, before feeling crushed against the pillow, Roman's shadow overhanging her and his weight hanging over. A sound of surprise escaped her mouth as she felt his grip on the wrist pinning her to the bed and her eyes flew open, snapping over her shoulder where she knew she would find him. His beard tickled her sensitive skin and his breath pounded on her neck full of red marks, moving a single tousled lock resting on her cheek.

- Find a kinder way to shut me up babygirl, you already ran enough your mouth yesterday... - Roman suggested, moving her hair with a disarming slowness considering how quickly he had jumped on her just a second before.

And it didn't matter if it was that or the tone he'd warned her in, lower and rougher than it usually was, a jolt ran straight between her thights and Roman's lips began sucking the line between hers shoulder and neck again, were just helping to make her a mess.

- I thought you liked hearing me talk - she muttered, putting on an offended expression.

Roman laughed, giving her a grin before sliding two fingers along her side and further down, up to her bare ass to feel its consistency with his entire hand.

- I found something I like better - he admitted, rubbing his lips on her ear and at that touch, she bent against him, in a perfect arc.

God, they've been up for how long? Ten minutes? Less? And she already wanted to be fucked until she forgot where she was or even who was. Intention that Roman was more than ready to indulge considering his boner which was resting against her buttocks and which made her bite her lip with heavy breathing.

It was not a one-night stand, nor a sudden attraction for a stranger that she would forget in the next town and maybe it wouldn't end well for her, but she didn't want to stop. She couldn't do it, not if Roman was in the middle and so, ignoring the dozens of work and friendship reasons why she shouldn't, she pushed to her knees to slide his shaft between her asscheeks. Y/N felt him rub against her with a low growl and his grip on her wrist tightened for a long moment, almost as if he were afraid of losing her, until the heat between them became too much. With heavy breathing and tense muscles, Roman kissed her nape and then released the wrists and grabbed her hips, drawing her closer to him. A moan made her tremble, toes already crumpling as she felt his tip pressing her wet entrance to rub between her asscheeks again, leaving a soggy trail. Up and down.

- Oh… I like that sound you make - he blew satisfied, repeating that gesture over and over, prompting her to rock her hips in an attempt to increase the friction.

She was such a mess and was more than sure she had never behaved like this to anyone else, but Roman had an effect on her that no one else had ever had. He had it when they worked, when they spent time together and with the latest discoveries, he also had it under the covers. And if he wanted to take control of her she would let him, Y/N trusted him and the way he held her was a turner on.

- You're such a tease! How about doing something? - she tried to retort in frustration, completely flattening her upper body on bed to push herself better.

At that gesture, Roman's fingers sank possessive into her hips, certainly creating yet another mark and Y/N turned to look between her lashes, discovering him almost hypnotized by the meeting of their bodies and the precum that dripped on her skin. His eyes had become darker and his mouth had curled into that typical expression, which he occasionally brought out even in the ring, when was about to lose control, hair falling around his gorgeous face.

Y/N had never had a type of man, not even in her teenage years, but there was no part of Roman inside or outside that didn't drive her crazy. He was her person. And seeing him so absorbed by the simple sway of her hips, so hungry, gave her a rush of power and arousal that her core didn't really need in the state already was.

She was hot and with humor dripping down her legs, she boosted him from the muscular thighs to his abdomen, rocking up and down with obstinacy without losing sight of him. The weight of his shaft leaping to the rhythm of thrusts was almost enough to make her cum and her moans became more needy with every second, until Roman began to give in too.

- Easy babygirl, easy or do you want to beg again? - he stopped her, pulling Y/N’s body against his manhood with a tug on the umpteenth turn of hips.

Ah she wanted it so bad! Wanted to feel him everywhere, to find out how weak her legs became from his thrusts, wanted her mind and body filled only with him, she wanted to feel herself tiny between his hands and his voice in her ears growling her name like a mantra.

- I didn't ask you to be gentle – Y/N mumbled and Roman leaned over her with a grin, kissing her on the shoulder.

- Dont push your luck with that attitude.

- I can be worse, y’know that. - she tried to retort stubbornly, but words died in her mouth the instant two fingers slipped inside her, snatching her a high-pitched moan.

After spending part of evening and the whole night getting fucked, her nub was so sensitive that she was on the verge of breaking up at any moment, but she couldn't have asked for more and Roman seemed to never get enough of her. Of every part of her.

- Uh-hun, but you're such a good girl for me... - he murmured, maybe to her or to himself, while his fingers pumped in and out of her with a disarming slowness.

Y/N felt her insides tighten around them with each intrusion and lost in that exhausting rhythm, didn't even notice that was on her side, one of her legs clinging to Roman's chest and his mouth going down hungry to her breasts. She leaned against him, grinding on his hand as he sucked one sensitive nipples and held him tightly, her fingers through his hair.

They could have blown up the hotel, been in the middle of a press conference or had a hurricane over the window and she wouldn't give a damn. It was worrying, cause she didn't even have Roman inside her yet, at least not until that very moment. The lack of his skillful fingers had been sudden, so short not to give her time to get angry and certainly she wasn't going to complain about that big change now.

- Holy shit! Ro! - she moaned, clinging to his big arms to hold herself when it was all inside her with a single deep movement.

- You're so beautiful all spread out like this... - Roman admired her, licking his lips to sink into her with another thrust without holding back.

The fact that he had touched that spot with disarming precision should have warned Y/N about what her body was teaching him, but she was only able to squirm against the pillow from her rush of pleasure.

It was so damn good...

- Just for me... - she heard him growl, sinking a second time into the same spot and her eyes shut as an all too familiar heat turned her stomach.

Y/N felt one of his hands caress her cheek to make her turn again and the other anchor her better to him for a new thrust. She reopened her eyes just in time to see him lowering himself, thumb rubbing her lips with love and his gaze dark with lust.

- Only for me - repeated, slamming his lips against hers in a heated kiss.

She grabbed him by his neck and squeezed under him, holding on to anything to keep from letting go, just to feel him so close, so over her. Roman tongue was already tasting every corner of her mouth and the thrusts did nothing but force Y/N to moan in silence, while she let him devour her without the slightest intention of giving in to the need for air. But in the end was too much for both of them and with their forehead pressed together, hairs scattered everywhere, Y/N bit his lip one last time deserving a low growl.

- Did you hear me, babygirl? - He urged her, increasing the pace of his thrusts without taking eyes off hers.

The bed under them was now creaking in a dangerous way and although the rooms were soundproofed in that hotel chain, there was very little to do about the knocks on the wall. But did she care? No, not in that moment, not with Roman pumping her inside like it was his life’s mission. And more the pace increased, more helpless she felt under him, more she wanted.

- I asked you if you hear me! Its just for me! - He growled heavily, turning her over to bury himself inside at a new angle.

Sure she had heard, but they weren't in position to talk about certain things at the time. None of them.

He was deep enough to make Y/N feel it in her stomach and her walls now did nothing but squeeze him, letting her humor dribble everywhere, creating obscene sounds with every thrust. More Roman pushed, more she got wet letting him slide better, more the noise of their naked bodies increased. It was ringing in her ears and she wanted more.

- Again please, I-fuck! Fuck! - she screamed out of control, escaping yet another kiss to cling on his shoulders.

- Mine… you’re m-mine. Take it, cmon!

- D-Dont stop, oh my!

Her legs ached, her lips were swollen and her mind had lost track of everything. She had the impression of being in a press, a fucking skillful press. The sheets were damp and air heavy with the smell of sex. She was so close to implode… so close…

- You love it, like t-this hm, dont you babygirl?! - Roman laughed, biting and sucking every piece of her.

His hands were everywhere, the chest half covered by the tattoo pressed against her breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. Y/N had no idea how he was capable of it, but he had picked up the pace again and when he began to slow down with the obscene phrases, to delight her with those groans it was too much for her. She squeezed her legs around his sweaty hips, still bringing him closer and hid against his shoulder. He smelled so good, like a safe place.

- R-Roman, I- need it a little harde- Ah! - begged with broken voice, already feeling his hands lift her.

- I got you, babygirl… give it to me. I-Im right here, I got you! - He reassured her, his voice less harsh than before as he pulled her over him without the slightest effort.

- P-please! R-Ro, Im-God!

Leaning on his legs, with shaking arms around his neck and his beard tickling her jaw between kisses, she felt her heat grow thrust after thrust, until it was too much. Undaunted, Roman held her on top of his body and continued to thrust indulging every wave of pleasure as she descended from her apex and brought her forehead back against his with watered eyes.

She felt so good, it was all so...

- B-babygirl… - Y/N heard him grumble, his face sweaty and his muscles tense.

She moved a lock of hair stuck to his forehead and rocked on him, meeting his deep thrusts at an unnatural pace. She was bursting in her chest as she looked at him like that and further down, her center had begun immediately to tighten mercilessly around him, causing another orgasm to grow. She kissed him softly, despite the movements of the rest of her body, going down to bite his bearded jaw and neck to give him a little breath. Y/N felt his big hands squeeze her ass as she glided on him frantically and his thrusts became confused, disjointed, his muscles tenser.

- So thi-ght… fuck! Yes! That’s it! K-keep doing that! - he moaned, his brow furrowed and abs contracted from the effort of thrusts.

- It feel so good! - she was burning and couldn't help it.

Y/N placed her hands on his pecs, trying to hold on as much as possible and positioned herself better, guiding him inside her in circular movements that made him throw his head back with an almost furious growl. The entire length of him pumping in and out of her wet core, staying in with only the tip and then coming back and starting over. It was a drug.

- You're take it all, d-don't stop!

- ... n-no way!

And Y/N would have done it for the rest of her days if she had been able to, but her body was on the edge and the heat in her lower belly was building up faster than she had expected. But it couldn't happen right now, she had to hold out a little longer, she had to do it for Roman and she bit her lip, looking down under her. She watched in bewilderment as their bodies met one lunge after another, legs trembling and moods mixing, a sticky trail shone on Roman's shaft up to the inside of her thigh and a burst of heat hit her, making her tremble.

She couldn't take it, she was trying, but it was too much. It was just too much.

- It’s… i-its okay, Im there too, i-m just… Fuck!- she heard him call her back as if he had read her mind and it was enough for her to look up.

Her walls tightened one last time, while Roman under her stiffened in a thrust deeper than the others and the heat of his released hit her, giving her the final blow. She clung to his back again, Roman's lips already on her and felt like she was falling from the top of a building. Her body shaken by tremors and her mind clouded as she slowly, more and more slowly regained consciousness of the bed, of the room around them, the light that filtered through the heavy curtains.

She rested his head on Roman shoulder and he took the opportunity to kiss her, pulling Y/N down with him for some rest, his fingers stroking her head. Silently, she listened to his breathing become more regular, the hearts of both slow down the frantic rush they had launched into, and her fingertips began to trace the line of his tattoo, one leg still clinging on him.

- Do you know what would be perfect now? Breakfast. - Roman boomed beneath her after some time and her eyes ran from the anonymous alarm to him.

- Don't look at me like that, you sneaky little, there's nothing in my stomach... since yesterday. Im a big boy - he joked, making her giggles.

Amused, she shook her head and seeing the smile with which he was looking at her, an idea suddenly hit her.

It was definitely not breakfast time and sooner or later someone would come to disturb them to find out at least what happened to the face of WWE, but maybe they could make a tear. On the other hand, she too was hungry, but not necessarily for food.

- Then… we have to do something about that. – she said, lifting herself up just enough to slide her face down and blow her breath on his boner.

With her gaze fixed on him, she saw his eyes darken at the first touch of her fingers and one of his hands snapped to caress her lower back. Y/N licked her lips and took his shaft, feeling the tension build up again, the veins swelling and she rocked her body beside Roman. She pressed the tip against her lips for a moment and with her gaze back on him, she slowly sucked it, making him groan in approval.

- Ladies first? - asked with a fake innocent look and Roman nodded, giving her an encouraging caress on her head.

- Always.

- They raised you so well.

Just for a little more. Just for breakfast time.

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Hello this my first time doing this but if you don’t mind can I request a Hobie x reader where the reader is in a somewhat depressive state because they miss their best friend that they’ve been friends with for 6 years. And they haven’t seen them in 3-5 months but to them it seems like a year. And reader is having breakdowns at random times through the day. But tries to hide it and make it seem like they are ok but it’s obvious that they aren’t ok.

You can ignore this if you want

Ngl, I know this one is a personal request. I know how it feels to be depressed, or have depression for that matter. If I'm correct I hope you know that your loved and that it'll be okay

Just pretend

Bst.F/N=Best friend's name

I tear trickled down my check as I looked in the mirror, and hand over my mouth. I missed them so much. It was so painful to sit here without them. Memories of us sitting together and laughing at jokes that didn't even make since to our self's flooded my mind as more tears fell as knocking on the bathroom door broke the silence as I was cover the sound of my silent weeping.

"Love? A'e you alright?" Hobie said to be through the sound of the door as I wiped away my tears and tried to make my voice sound as normal as possible. "Yup! Just finishing up!" I said as I grabbed a mascara bottle and put some one, trying to hide any sight of the fact that I was just crying. Hobie knew about me and my best friend, he knew that they had moved away just about five months ago, he knew I was hurting because of it, but I was determined to make sure he didn't know just how badly this was affecting me, I don't want him to worry...

As I unlocked and opened the bathroom door I stepped out and hugged Hobie tightly with a warm smile on my face. "Coffee?" I said as I looked up at him with pleating eyes. It was something that really kept me going throughout the day. "Of course, love." Hobie chuckled back as I let go of him and started walking to the door.

Our entire drive there was practically silent. I stared out the window as I felt tears threaten to fall from my face as another flash back of me and my best friend flooded my mind once more. I thought about how me and my best friend would go out and get coffee together on Saturdays and we would simply talk about our life's. Before me and Hobie were dating I would tell her everything about our friendship and as soon as me and Hobie started dating I would tell her everything that was going on between our relationship. She was even there for me and Hobies first kiss.

"Love?" Hobie said in a worried tone as I jolted back to reality, looking over to him holding back the tears best I could, "You alright love? You ain't answer'in me and I've been tellin you we're here for the past minute." Hobie told me as I simply blinked wide eyes as I felt the tears begin to make their way out of my eye. "Sorry, must've spaced out there." I said as I unbuckled and got out of the car quickly, walking inside and to the bathroom as quickly as I could.

As soon as I got into the bathroom I broke. The pain was so much, I couldn't handle it alone but I had to. My best friend ended up getting a new number and had forgotten to tell me exactly what it was. It was killing me on the inside cause I knew I would most likely never see them again. As that thought came into my mind I broke once again, covering my sobs with my hand as someone else came into the bathroom. I felt steamy tears roll down my eyes, falling onto my ripped jeans as more and moire followed after, mascara becoming ruined.

After the person had left I took my hand off of my mouth and whipped my tears with a piece of toilet paper, throwing it away and walking out of the bathroom shortly after.

"Babe.." I heard Hobie say beside me as I stepped into the car. "Yeah?" I said giving him a smile. Looking at his expression my smile slowly faded as he examined my face. "Love what's going on?" he asked me as I simply looked at him blankly. "What do ya mean? I'm great!" Hobie looked at me concerned as he handed me my coffee and put the car into reverse and began to drive out of our parking spot. "Whatever you say.."

As the car drove by building after building, I felt tears come up once again as I took small sips of my coffee. I felt Hobies eyes on me. I knew he knew. It was stupid of me to think I could hold up a game like this for so long.

As we pulled into the parking lot and walked up the stairs towards our apartment it was silent. Tears pecked at my eyes and burned them as I held them back with all the force I could muster up. As we opened the door I couldn't take it anymore as I dropped the coffee entirely and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. After, I turned the water on and slid down the door as loud, sad sobs erupted from my mouth. Tears ran down my cheeks and ran down my nose, face, and chin. Some tears went into my mouth as I tasted the salty water mix of sadness.

Knock knock knock

The knocks were genital. Soft and full of worry. "Please let me help." I heard a genital voice say as I covered my mouth. Hobie had been listening the entire time I was crying. Before I could stop myself I felt myself reaching up and unlocking the door, moving over to the wall behind the door as I felt it open quietly. "This is about (Bst.f/N) innit?" he said as he gave me a soft look, sitting down next to me and hugging me genitally. I shook my head.

"Its okay to talk to me about this stuff." hobie said as he moved me to his lap as I straddled him, putting my head on his shoulder as I sobbed louder as I felt him genitally pet me, playing with the bottom of my shirt as we simply sat there as I cried.

"It's okay, love. I'm right here."

I'm so sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted it was just what I had come up with so yeah thank you for the request though!

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herroyalhighnessqueenmomo · 2 years

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Faded Memories (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) |Part 2|

Warnings: I do not own the song that is used here. Also swearing and angst up ahead.

Nancy was at your parent’s house. She came over to comfort you after you had called crying once you hung up with Eddie telling her you were second. She supportively told you that it didn’t matter how Eddie saw you, that you were still number one. To her you were her number one. It warmed up your heart a bit but it wasn’t the same. Nancy sighed as she sat at your desk and did a double take at the journal that laid open to the page where your song was. She grabbed the journal and began reading the lyrics. “What’s this?” She asked you. You simply shrugged. “Just something stupid I was working on. It was gonna be a song but I don’t think its any good.” You had explained. Nancy finished reading and looked up at you. “Y/N this is beautiful. You have to sing this to Eddie.” She stated.

You shook your head quickly. “No, Nope. Absolutely not.” You got up and grabbed the journal from her hands. “Why not? You always struggled to figure out how to tell him how you feel. This song is perfect.” Nancy stated her case. You shook your head again. “I already told you that I’m not telling him how I feel. It’s pointless, he doesn’t feel that way about me. Its a for sure rejection.” She huffed. “It is not a for sure rejecti-” “Nancy he basically told me I am second best right after his bitchy fiancée. Even if he didn’t reject me I’m always going to think of myself as his second choice. I can’t do that.” You said. “Well at least do it to get it off your chest. I’m sure its weighing on you a lot.” You didn’t say anything because she was right. It was like the weight of the world was on you. Which might have been fitting since Eddie pretty much was your world. “See? You know I’m right.”

The two of you dropped the conversation and just talked the way the two of you usually did. You’d talk about everything under the sun.

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The weekend hit and it was time for Eddie’s bachelor party. Something about the event made you nervous. You wore your old Hellfire club t-shirt and a black suspender skirt with your signature combat boots. You drove over to the Hideout. You made sure to arrive at least 20 minutes later than the planned time. You generally were a punctual person but this was your attempt to try and appear casual about the whole event. Once you walked in you saw the Hellfire club members and Steve sitting at a table. The older members were drinking while the younger ones being Lucas, Mike, Dustin, and Will just chatted alcohol influence free. “Well if it isn’t my favorite girl. I was starting to think you weren't coming.” Eddie got up and walked towards you. His favorite girl? Just the other day he said you were his second favorite. You ignored his slip up. He is obviously not himself. He gave you a huge bear hug and then kissed the top of your head. “Munson, are you already drunk?” You asked him. He scoffed. “No I can handle my liquor better than that babycakes.” Well that was a new nickname. “But I am definitely high.” He then busted out into a fit of giggles. You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face.

Eddie led you to the table and as he pulled out his seat for you, your eyes landed on a tattoo on his arm you hadn't noticed before. "Eds, is that a new tattoo?" You asked as you took your seat. He sat down beside you and then you pointed at it. He looked down at it. "Oh. Yeah. Kendra said this the other day, kinda loved it so much I tattooed it." You took a moment to read it. Honesty plus love will get you through most situations. It was not an outlandish quote. In fact, it was mediocre at best. Definitely wasn't worth tattooing.

You tried your best to give a fake smile. "Wow, that's so...different." You said. "Yeah. After Kendra said it I just wanted that reminder from her always with me." He said.

"Sounds like she has you pretty whipped." Gareth stated causing you to snort and the guys to laugh also. "Say what you want but as far as I'm concerned, I'm the only here who is actually getting some." He stated with a level of smugness that at any other time you would find insanely attractive but this time you fought so hard not to roll your eyes. You instead scoffed. "Yeah sure, that you know of." You said as you got up and walked towards the bar. You don't even know why you said it. You were pretty sure he was. You just wanted to say something that would wipe that smug smirk off his face. The guys all stared at you as you left. You hadn't paid any attention.

"The hell does that mean?"Eddie asked as he thought out loud. The guys shrugged. "Seems like Y/N is implying that she's getting some too." Jeff said taking a sip of his drink. Eddie almost laughed. "Absolutely not. Nope."

Steve got a little annoyed by Eddie's attitude. "What? You don't think she could get any?" He asked. Eddie looked at him. "No, because if she did she would have told me." He said with a matter of fact tone. "What makes you think she'd tell you?" Steve asked. "We tell each other everything." Eddie replied. He took a swig of his drink. Something about this whole conversation just bothered Steve though. Maybe it was the way Eddie seemed too sure of himself or the way he dismissed the thought too quickly. "Well obviously not everything because she told me." Steve blurted out. Eddie damn near broke his neck by how fast he turned to look at Steve. "Bullshit."

"I'm serious." "With who?" Eddie asked. He couldn't believe it. Steve shrugged. "I don't remember, she said it was some guy she met at the library." He bullshitted. "The library?" Eddie asked. "Uh yeah...something about them reading the same book and he asked her out to dinner." Suddenly Steve mastered the element of bullshitting and Eddie was really starting to believe him. "Why the hell didn't she tell me? I would've been happy for her." Eddie was frustrated beyond belief. In fact he was borderline pissed. Why? He wasn't even sure. "Uh...buddy you've been busy planning a wedding and practically neglecting her." Steve said. "Neglecting her? Did she tell you that?" He asked. He hated the mere implication. Steve shook his head. "She didn't have to tell me that. I can see it, I have eyes Munson."

Eddie was really getting worked up by this. He stood up. "I'm going out for a smoke." He said and walked out it seemed almost too obvious that he was livid. "What just happened?" Dustin asked. No response from anyone.

By the time Eddie got out the door you had made it back from the bar with a glass in each hand. "Where'd Eddie go?" You asked as you went to sit down. "Apparently to go smoke." Steve replied. You gasped in general annoyance. "Are you shitting me? I have been working so hard to try and get him to quit smoking cigarettes." Steve went to grab the second drink that you had. You slapped his hand. "Excuse me, these are both for me." You said. Steve looked at you with some shock. "You got two glasses of screwdrivers for yourself?" He asked. You nodded. "I am trying to catch up to you guys. Plus I told the bar tender to give me another two once I am done with these." You replied and took a deep sip of your first glass. You moaned out with satisfaction. "God damn that's good. I needed this." You looked up to see the guys all staring at you. "Is there something on my face?" You asked placing a hand over your mouth.

"Didn't realize you liked drinking that much." Dustin said breaking the silence. You shrugged. "More like every once in a while I need to indulge. This is one of those times." You said taking another sip. "So Y/N, Steve was telling us that you're seeing someone-"Will began trying to make conversation. You spit out your drink and looked at Steve with wide eyes. Steve looked away from your gaze. He cleared his throat. "Uh yeah, sorry Y/N. Just kinda slipped up. Didn't mean to out your secret like that." He said. You were utterly confused. "And um...why did this come up?" You asked. "Well after you implied that you were uh...getting some... the guys were curious. Eddie didn't seem to think it was true so I just confirmed it." Steve explained. Eddie didn't believe you were seeing someone? Why wouldn't he believe it? Should you be offended? "So I told him how you met him at the library." You looked at him. The library? Was that the best he could do? Guess it could have been worst. "I think Eddie is a bit offended that you didn't tell him though." Steve added. "He was?" You asked. Steve nodded.

You made sure not to smile at that statement. Eddie still deeply cared about your relationship... friendship. You took another sip of your drink. You saw the door open and in came Eddie. He still appeared visibly irritated. He didn't say anything as he sat down smelling like the cigarette he just smoked. "Eds I thought you were quitting." You said. He didn't look at you. He refused. "And I thought we told each other everything. Guess we're both wrong." He deadpanned. His bluntness caught you off guard. "Seriously? Why are you so upset, Eddie?" You asked. You weren't expecting it to bother him so much. "I just thought you were always honest with me. I never thought you would hide things from me." He stated. Steve furrowed his eyebrows. "She didn't hide anything from you man. She just didn't get the chance to tell you." Steve said defending you. Eddie finally looked at you. "When the hell were you planning on telling me?" He asked.

You were at a loss for words. The hell were you supposed to say. "I um...was gonna tell you today, actually." You stammered. Eddie didn't look like he believed you but he didn't bother asking you anything else. Everyone basically tried to move on from the now awkward conversation. You on the other hand were trying to drown your thoughts by getting to the bottom of your glasses. You got up once again to grab the other two glasses from the bar. The guys looked at Steve. “Is Y/N okay? She seems a little off.” Mike questioned him. Steve didn’t know how to respond. “Yeah she usually doesn’t ever stay this quiet.” Dustin said. “Or drink this much.” Gareth added fully knowing you never went past drinking two glasses of alcohol before. Eddie was quiet too. Was something really wrong with his best friend? Why would Steve know and not him? Eddie was slowly starting to freak out in his head that he was possibly losing you as his friend. That was something he refused to let happen. “I’m sure she’s fine. I think she’s been stressed at work is all.” Steve said as he managed to come up with an excuse.

You came back excited to be carrying two more glasses. You sat back down and didn’t waste time to start drinking. “Y/N.” Eddie said your name softly trying to get your attention. “Be honest. Are you okay?” He asked. The question caught you off guard. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “You’ve been acting really weird.” Jeff stated. “Just answer the question.” Eddie pressed. Next thing you knew your attention was taken away when Bernie the owner of the Hideout came to the table. “Guys I’m having a bit of an emergency. Our performer canceled tonight. Do you think your band could play?” He asked looking at Eddie. “We can’t. We don’t have any of our stuff or anything prepared. I’m here for my bachelor party. Eddie explained. Bernie looked beyond stress. “Shit, the evening rush is gonna be coming in less than five minutes and they’re all gonna be expecting something being played live.” He said as he freaked out. Something clicked in your head. “I can go up.” You stated. You weren’t sure why you volunteered yourself. Maybe it was the fact that you downed three glasses of OJ and vodka but you had an odd amount of confidence. “You will?” Eddie asked. He hadn’t realized you had performed anything before. For argument’s sake you hadn’t but you were suddenly willing to try. You nodded. “Are you sure?” Bernie asked you. “Sure, why not?” Bernie had a huge smile on his face. “Kid, you’re a lifesaver. Is there anything specific you need for your performance?” You thought for a second. “You by chance have an acoustic guitar back stage?” Bernie nodded. “Yeah. Just the one. Why don’t you head back there and get ready.” You got up without a word and went backstage. You had been back there many times in the past after Eddie’s gigs to always tell him how great he was. This time was different since that obviously wasn’t the case. You found the guitar and grabbed it. You leaned against the wall behind you as you strummed the guitar to see if it needed tuning and it definitely did.

After tuning it you decided to spend the next few minutes to practice playing the beat of the song. You already knew how it was supposed to go. You just wanted to make sure it sounded right. A minute later Bernie walked up to you. “Okay we’ve worked up a pretty big crowd. Its time for you to go up. Are you ready?” He asked. You took in a shaky breath and nodded. He walked you to a stool in the middle of the stage. You took a seat and he then left to pull the curtains open. Your heart started to beat incredibly fast as the stage lights blinded you. You looked out to the crowd. There was easily about 30 people out there. Your eyes met Eddie’s as he appeared to be studying you. He was generally curious to see how you would do. The mic went on and you cleared your throat. “Um hi. I-I’m Y/N L/N. I don’t usually perform here. Actually...I don’t perform at all so this will be my first time.” You stated. “Just sing something already!” Some guy shouted from the crowd which made you nervous. “Hey shut the hell up.” Eddie turned to look at the guy. The guy thankfully didn’t say anything else. “So I’m going to sing this song I wrote. It’s called Honest. It is pretty important to me.”

You started to strum the guitar. You took a deep breath and began to sing.

Listen, I've got something to tell you. You looked up to Eddie. As you sang.

And no, I don't know how it'll sound. I was never good at conversations. Whisper when I meant to scream out. You took in another breath and looked back down at the guitar in your hands. All of these feelings are saying, That I could never find a better love, better love than you. The silence is killing me, doll. The chorus was coming up. You thought. That's how I know I haven't said enough. Said enough. If my heart had a voice. It'd cut through the chaos, cut through the noise. If my heart had a choice. I'd tell you the stories. I'd always avoid. I'd be honest to you, honest to God. If my heart had a voice. You decided to look back up at the crowd who was deathly quiet. Distance won't make me forget you. This line made you think of how you didn’t get to spend any time with him during the two months and yet you still thought about him. Won't you please just ask me to stay. I know that I can be frustrating. Promise you, my touch will explain. All of these feelings are saying. That I could never find a better love. Better love than you. The silence is killing me, doll. That's how I know I haven't said enough. Said enough. If my heart had a voice. It'd cut through the chaos, cut through the noise. If my heart had a choice. I'd tell you the stories. I'd always avoid. I'd be honest to you, honest to God. If my heart had a voice. You began to hum the harmony as you strummed. You took another deep breath. If my heart had a voice. It'd cut through the chaos, cut through the noise. If my heart had a choice

I'd tell you the stories. I'd always avoid. I'd be honest to you, honest to God. You stopped strumming as you had completed the song. You hadn’t realized it until now that there was tears in your eyes.

The crowd was silent for a bit but then everyone started clapping and cheering. You breathed in deeply. The breath was shaky. Tears kept streaming down your face. They wouldn’t stop. You put the guitar down and walked out of the building. You felt like you couldn’t breathe from all the emotions that were coming at you all at once. You took a deep breath. You leaned forward and placed your hands on your knees as you breathed out. The door opened but you were too distraught by your emotions to even process the fact that someone was approaching you. It wasn’t until you felt a hand on your back that you realized your weren’t alone. “Baby, you did so great.” It was Eddie. Your muse. Did he know? “I didn’t realize you could sing. I’m so proud of you.” He showed his support as he kept rubbing circles on your back. You stood up straight. “Thank you.” You said almost in a hushed tone. Eddie brought you into his arms. “That guy isn’t worth it if he’s making you feel that way.” You heard him say softly into your ear.

You were confused by his comment. “Huh?” “That guy, you’re seeing. From the library.” He said. Oh my god. He really didn’t know then. He pulled away from you and rested his hands on your shoulders as he looked into your eyes. “The song was about him. Wasn’t it?” He asked. You had two options. Either lie through your teeth and just say you were planning on leaving this so called library guy. Or you could tell the truth and be honest with him. That’s what your wrote the song about anyways. Being honest with yourself and him. That would be the right thing right? “No. It wasn’t.” You admitted. “Then who was it-” “It was about you.” You stated cutting him. It felt like all the air in your lungs was just sucked right out of you. The silence between the two of you was deadly. “I love you. I’m in love with you.” You said as you broke the silence. “Y/N...” “You shouldn’t marry Kendra. Y-You can’t marry her.” “Y/N. You’re drunk.” He tried to argue. He found this all too hard to believe. “I-I’m not.” You shook your head. “Yes you are. You need to go home Y/N. You don’t know what you’re saying.” He said as he grabbed your arm and began to pull you inside. “Yes. I do. Why won’t you believe me?” You asked as he stayed quiet. Eddie made his way back to the table with you. “Harrington take her home.” He said to Steve.

Steve looked confused. “Why? The party isn’t over.” He said. “It is for her. She’s drunk.” Eddie argued. Steve shook his head. “She seems fine to me-” “Well she’s not fine, so please take her home.” “Eddie I-” You wanted to defend your sobriety but Eddie wouldn’t have any of it. “Harrington. Now.” “Alright fine. Jesus Christ man.” Steve got up from his chair walked over to you. “Come on Y/N. Lets get you home.” You started crying again. The waterworks coming right back. You didn’t say anything as you walked back out by yourself. You walked all the way to Steve’s car. Steve followed shortly after. He opened the car for you and you got into the passenger seat in silence. “Y/N are you-” “Just drive Steve.”

You kept crying as Steve obliged and started his drive towards your house. You sniffled. “I told him Steve.” You finally spoke. “I finally told him how I felt, and he didn’t believe me.” You explained. “He didn’t?” He asked as he turned to look at you briefly. You shook your head. “No. He said I was just drunk." You sniffed and wiped your nose. "I know I was drinking a lot but I-I...I'd know if I was drunk." You cried even more. Steve was so angry at Eddie at wasn't even funny but he said nothing about it.

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That next day the four of you were at Family Video again. "I just don't get why he wouldn't believe you." Robin was furious. "It doesn't make any sense. I mean you were sober enough to play guitar and sing that song. That man is an idiot." She continued. Nancy rubbed your back. "I'm really proud of you Y/N. I know how hard that must have been for you." She said. You tried so hard not to cry this time. "It just hurts so much. He didn't even want to consider that it might've been true, despite if I was sober or not.” You clutched your chest. “It hurts to think about him. It just hurts to even see him.” You say. “Then don’t.” Robin replied. “I can’t just not see him, Robin. It feels like he is everywhere. Hell I’m even supposed to go to his wedding. I can’t just avoid him. Hawkins is too small.” She looked deep in thought. “You’re right. Hawkins is too small. but you can leave.” You were confused. She wanted you to leave Hawkins? “Do you not want me around?” You asked. “Well of course I do but not if it means you’re not happy, and lets face it, you haven’t been happy here in a long time. I think you could use a fresh start. One where Eddie isn’t around.” Robin explained to you.

All she really wanted was what is best for you and she did bring up a great point, there was no way you’d be happy here in Hawkins. It started to feel like you were living life in hell. As if life had seen all your fears and worst nightmares and decided to make it a brutal reality that you honestly couldn’t stand. The idea was tempting to say the least. “I guess a fresh start would be nice...but I would miss Eddie too much. I would miss you guys too much. Hawkins is my home. You guys are my home.” You said as the thought brought tears to your eyes. “No this isn’t fair. Y/N shouldn’t have to leave because Eddie is the biggest dumbass to walk this Earth, okay? It should be him leaving.” Steve interjected. You shook your head. “Yeah but that isn’t gonna happen obviously. Look Robin is right. If I want a fighting chance to heal and to survive this heartbreak I need to leave.” Nancy started to cry now. “Y/N you can’t leave. You’re my best friend. What about all of our movie nights? Our late night chats over the phone? I don’t want to lose all of that.” You hugged her and also cried freely. “We can still talk over the phone when I leave Nance. This is something that I have to do. Eddie made his choice. No it’s time to make mine.”

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yumizcorner · 1 year

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Hatred~

Yang Jeongin x Reader

Jeongin was one of the most popular guys at the Highschool wich Y/n and him attended to. Jeongin was two years older than Y/n and always made fun of the younger students,including her. He always stopped her in the hallways and commented her outfit or her looks in general. Today was another day like that. He‘d make stupid comments,she would roll her eyes at him and then they both will keep on living their life’s…at least that’s what she thought.

„Hey cutie.“ she heard someone say when she was walking to her next class. „What do you want this time Yang?“ she said,knowing that Jeongin hated it when somebody called him by his last name only. „Decided to be teasing today didn’t you?“ he commented as he saw y/n‘s skirt wich was pretty short. „Nothing you should care about.“ she said and kept on walking. Jeongin walked besides her. „mhhh i think you did that for me,pretty girl.“ he said smirking a little. Y/n turned towards him in disgust and stopped walking. „what the hell do you mean?“ the older laughed a little and looked down at her with a teasing face. „want my attention so badly,little girl? I didn’t expect you to be that desperate.“ she looked at him in disbelief. Jeongin came closer to her until y/n stood in front of the door of the janitors room. He quickly opened the door wich made y/n fall into the room. Before she could touch the ground he grabbed her by her waist and held her close to him. Y/n looked into his eyes for a sec,being unable to move. Once she came back to this world she pushed herself away from him. „let me go you pervert.“ her actions caused Jeongin to laugh. „I was just saving you from falling onto the floor but okay I won’t do it next time.“ y/n rolled her eyes and wanted to leave the room but Jeongin stopped her. He held her wrist tightly and looked at her eyes. Y/n was obviously avoiding eye contact with him,yet he thought it’s adorable. He liked to see that,no matter how much y/n tried to deny it,she was weak for him. He leaned down to her ear and whispered „stop pretending that you hate me,love….we both know you want me.“ y/n looked at him with her eyes wide opened. „T-thats not true-“ Jeongin scoffed at her. „did nobody tell you that good girls aren’t supposed to lie?“ y/n‘s cheeks turned red at Jeongin’s words. His hands slowly found their way under her skirt,to her ass. Y/n gasped a little as he slapped her ass. „Innie-“ she moaned out as another slap landed on her ass. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand as she realised what she just said. She never called him any nickname since she "didn’t care" about him. „awwww how cute. A few spanks and you lose your mean self. What a good slut you are y/n“ he said as he traces his long fingers against her wet folds. She moaned again and gripped onto his arm. „I hate you.“ she mumbled. „What was that?“ he asked entering her with two fingers. „mhhh~ fuck“ y/n said. „Thats what I thought.“ Jeongin pulled away and picked her up and sat her down at a table nearby. Y/n didn‘t hesitate and started to unbuckle his belt. Jeongin just stood there and smirked at her. „Such a needy slut.“ y/n ignored him and pulled his pants down. „Stop talking and rail me already.“ she rolled her eyes again. „God I’m gonna fuck that stupid attitude out of your whore body.“ y/n spread her legs in respond and said „you won’t even be able to make me moan.“ Jeongin just smirked and pushed into her without any time to get used to the feeling. He started to fuck her immediately. He held onto the desk while his hair started to fall out of its place. His teeth were gritted as the things that were placed on the desk fell down at the motion of his bucking hips. Y/n had her eyes closed and tried her best not to moan. „Let it out,pretty girl. Don’t hold back and be a good slut for me y/n“ she didn’t care anymore at that point. Jeongin was fucking her so hard she thought he would rip her apart at any second. „Fuck Innie~“ she almost screamed. He then dragged her down the desk and placed her in front of it,her back facing him. Jeongin grabbed y/n’s hips and started to fuck her even rougher than he did before. She moaned louder as he slapped her ass. „You‘re way tighter than I imagined.“ y/n moaned again. „You’re a fucking pervert Yang“ Jeongin scoffed. „You’re a fucking brat y/n“ he turned her around again and placed her legs over his shoulders to hit deeper. „Fuck I’m gonna cum-“ y/n said. Jeongin placed her legs around his waist.

One hand placed on her waist and the other placed on her clit,playing with it,he kept on fucking her. „mhhhhh I-“ before

Y/n was able to finish her sentence she came. Jeongin‘s eyes widened and he came too when he saw that y/n just squirted. „Oh my god that was so fucking hot.“ Jeongin said in disbelief as he came down from his high. He pulled out,picked y/n up and set her down at a chair. He then cleaned the mess up with one of the tissues that laid around and then got dressed again. „Can you walk?“ he asked softly. She got up and tried to walk but failed instantly. „It’s okay.“ he said as he stopped her from falling again. „I‘m gonna take you to the nurse and tell her ur sick and then I’ll bring you home and take care of you okay,love?“ she nodded. „You‘re mine now y/n.“ he said and kissed her head.

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asks-n-trolls · 10 months

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This doesnt have a title it's just the Xavier drabble. blushblush shyshy

Lmk if there's any triggers I should tag please!!

Characters: Xavier, Arveil, Sedris

[Doc]

Xavier thought there was no lonelier sight than that first sunrise, but a few dozen sweeps worth of them brought a whole new meaning to the word that clawed at the walls of his solitary confinement. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and be with those he loved again, but the second he got close to the door of his bedroom he felt this dreadful sharp pain, then flashes of that night came rushing back.

Another quiet night in his room although now it looks much bigger, he’s trying to fall asleep but as soon as his eyes close, and he feels himself drift off to sleep he’s brought out of it by the distant sounds of a record start to play in the foyer and two all too familiar voices having a hushed conversation. Arveli and Sedris, two ‘servants’ Xavier’s ancestor had tasked with watching over him in his absence.

He can’t recall what they were talking about, all he recalls is the embarrassment that washed over him when they caught him eavesdropping. They laughed it off and even invited him to join them in celebrating…what was it. A milestone maybe he couldn’t remember, but one thing he can't forget is how he felt that day. Happy. Truly happy, like he belonged for once, right here right now at this moment; Caste, Ancestry, Status. None of it mattered. He had friends - family that loved and cared for him. Everything felt in its place for once. His heart beating faster as he finally let himself be free, laugh and enjoy himself without the fear of an overbearing family monarch telling him he was being an embarrassment.

It felt like hours had gone by. Xavier almost couldn't remember why he wanted to sleep so early to begin with, why rest when there was fun to be had right downstairs, but just as quickly as the fun started it began to come to an end.

There it was again, the sharp pain in the pit of his stomach that was growing increasingly hard to ignore. He had let himself get swept away by the music and laughter, he had overlooked his very past due feeding time. That’s what he was trying to do, sleep it off. Deep down he knew it wasn’t possible, he knew he'd wake up at sunrise again and call that sketchy ‘doctor’ to drop off another shipment of blood, ill-gotten no doubt, but for now more than anything he was focused on leaving and getting as far from them as he could.

Xavier tried his best to excuse himself, one hand placed on his stomach almost as if he was trying to calm it down somewhat, but it just grew angrier with him, sending more pain into his side causing him to trip on the very third step of the stairs, he would've fallen head first into the next step had it not been for the railing. Arveli rushed over, concern clear on her face as she ducked under his arm, careful to not disrupt his balance as she wrapped her arm around him from the other side. When she was sure she had a good hold on him, Arveli stood to get full height, taking the brunt of his weight up with her. It was there when he turned to thank her that it happened.

Darkness. Ears ringing and the warm feeling of something dripping down his chin. The pain subsided, he felt strength return to his arms and legs, it was only then that he even realized he was holding on to something-no, someone they felt heavy, and their arms moved as if they were trying to push him away, but he could feel them grow weaker. Xavier's heart began to beat quickly as he grew increasingly scared, too scared to even open his eyes, yet he did and there she was. He didn’t know how long he was standing there holding her still, all that was certain was that she wasn’t moving anymore. Xavier didn’t know what to do, what to say, this is something a simple sorry couldn't fix. Sedris shoved him to the side and held his sister in his arms, placing a hand over the bite mark in her neck, trying to keep what little blood was left inside. Sedris screamed for Xavier to get help, but when he looked up, he was already gone. The door to his room slammed close. Xavier collapsed to the floor, out of breath and horrified at what he had just done.

He leaned against the door, hoping it would stop anyone from getting that close to him again. For everyone's sake.

#dan writting tag #I AM SHY....#xavier writes

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bamby0304 · 2 years

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Her Saviours- Ch.35

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Dirty talk.

Bamby

Sam was fast asleep in the passenger seat in front of you. Dean glanced over at him, a smirk forming on his lips.

Reaching over, he grabbed a plastic spoon and placed it in Sam’s mouth carefully. You watched, knowingly, with a smile of your own as he pulled out his phone and pressed a few buttons before moving it closer to Sam. He took a quick photo and tucked the phone back into his pocket.

Then he turned the music up until Sam jolted awake.

Spitting out the spoon, Sam shook himself as he was forced awake. Once he realised what had happened, Dean’s laughter a dead giveaway, he glared. “Ha ha, very funny.”

Dean simply chuckled. “Sorry, not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own.”

“Man, we're not kids anymore Dean. We're not going to start that crap up again.”

“Start what up?” Dean played dumb.

“That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates.”

“Aw, what's the matter Sammy, scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again huh?”

Rolling your eyes, you looked between them before leaning forward to rest on the back of their chair. “Every time you guys play pranks I always end up getting pulled into it,” you noted before reaching forward to turn the music down.

Dean moved quickly to kiss your exposed neck before he turned back to the road. “That’s ‘cause you never take a side.”

Sam turned a charming smile onto you. “Maybe she should.”

Looking into the younger brother’s eyes, you felt your cheeks burn. His smile grew as if he knew how he made you feel. Leaning forward, he caught your lips with his own.

Melting against him, you sighed into his mouth as he brought his hand up to cup the back of your head, keeping you against him. Moving closer, you went jelly against the back of their chair as he turned around as much as he could.

“Hey! Hey!” Dean swatted at the two of you. “You’re not playing fair. I can’t win her over while I’m driving!”

Laughing, Sam pulled back as he turned a smirk of his own to his brother. “Just remember you started this.”

Rolling your eyes once more, you fell back into your seat, trying to ignore the heat between your thighs.

…

While Sam was busy carrying yours and his things, and unlocking the motel room door, Dean took the chance to sweep you up. As soon as the room’s door was open he threw his bag inside and grabbed you, lifting you into his arms.

You gasped out of surprise and shock before laughing as your legs wrapped around him. His hands grasped your ass over your jeans as he hurried the two of you over to one of the two beds before dropping the two of you onto it. On top of you, he took a short moment to grin down at you before he crashed down, pressing his lips against yours in bruising kisses.

Moaning against him, you carded your fingers through his hair as his fingers crept under your shirt, causing you to grind against him as heat began to pool in your panties once again.

“Hey!” Sam threw a pillow from the other bed at his brother. “We’ve got a job to do.”

Groaning, Dean pulled back just enough to look over at him. “You’re just worried I’ll win her over and she’ll take my side.” The playful glare Sam gave told both you and Dean that he was right. He just laughed. “Don’t worry, Sammy, you can still play with her after you lose.”

Swatting at Dean’s chest, you glared at both of them. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not taking sides here. I want nothing to do with whatever stupid crap you guys are about to get up to.”

“Really?” Dean turned to you. “What if I promise taking my side will come with perks?”

Hesitating a moment, you raised an eyebrow as you asked, “What kind of perks?”

“Maybe a late night ride in Baby… take you somewhere secluded… and then bend you over the hood and have you screaming on my knot?”

You swallowed thickly, ready to follow him in an instant.

Sam came over to stand by the bed then, his crotch in line with your head. Your eyes dragged up his body until you met his heated gaze, pausing any words of compliance towards Dean in your throat.

“I’ll have you coming on my tongue until you see stars, and then I’ll fuck you from behind so I can smack your ass until you can’t sit for days.”

An involuntary whine escaped from your lips as you looked up at the younger brother.

Dean’s hand came out to caress your cheek as he turned your attention back to him. “Don’t listen to him, sweetheart. I know the Omega in you wants nothing more than to be wild out at night, under the stars.” Leaning forward, he nuzzled your neck, licking tentatively at your pulse point.

Your head was turned towards Sam, which meant you could watch him drink in the sight of you as his hand reached down to rub at the very obvious lump in his pants.

“I just wanna taste you on my tongue. Bury my face in you until I can’t breathe,” he started. “Making the Alpha in me pant at the thought, baby.”

Your eyes rolled back as their Alpha scents smothered you deliciously. “Oh fuck.”

For days now this is how you’d lived. Both brothers torturing you and worshipping you with every fibre of their Alpha beings. They were praising and thanking you for staying with them instead of going with their father.

It had been a big risk, denying the pack Alpha, but you knew it was what was best for you. You knew going with him would leave you miserable and alone. If you had gone with John you wouldn’t be stuck in the torturous prediciment the brothers had you in, now.

“You two aren’t playing fair,” you pouted, whining at both of them.

Chuckling against your throat, Dean pulled away then. You moaned in disapproval as he slipped off the bed entirely. “Sorry, sweetheart, but you don’t wanna play.” He shrugged.

“I want to play, I just don’t want to choose,” you argued.

Sighing, with a soft smile, Sam leaned over to catch your lips with his in a searing but short kiss. “No one’s making you.”

As he pulled away to join his brother by the bags by the table, you sighed and dropped back onto the bed. You were wet and horny, and they were leaving you to cool down without any satisfaction.

“Next time either of you want sex I’m withholding it,” you declared.

“Sure,” Dean scoffed.

“We believe you,” Sam added.

Rolling your eyes, you rolled over and buried your face into the pillow to scream in frustration. Meanwhile, they got back to work.

“Gimme the lowdown again?” Dean asked.

“All right, about a month or two ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house,” Sam started.

“Haunted by what?

“Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters. Anyway this group of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar.”

As you rolled back over to watch them, you spotted Dean frowning. “Anybody ID the corpse?”

Sam shrugged. “Well, that's the thing. By the time the cops got there the body was gone. So cops are saying the kids were just yanking chains.”

“Maybe the cops are right,” Dean suggested.

Sam didn’t look convinced. “Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids firsthand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere.”

“Where'd you read these accounts?”

Sam scoffed, as if he knew this line of questioning from his brother wasn’t going to end well, “Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, umm, last night, I surfed some local ... paranormal websites. And I found one.”

“And what's it called,” Dean pressed.

“HellHoundsLair.com”

“Lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement.”

“Yeah, probably.” Sam shrugged.

“Yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter.”

Sam sighed, shrugging once more. “Look we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checking this thing out.”

“All right. So where do we find these kids?”

You chimed in then, smiling. “Drive-in, boys… means food!” Jumping off the bed, you scooped up Baby’s keys from the table.

Dean reached out after you, trying to snatch the keys away. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“If I’m not getting satisfied with dick, I’m getting satisfied with fries,” you stated matter of factly, holding the keys in front of you, moving them closer to your neck as you tilted your head back. Both brothers eyed the vulnerable skin with heated eyes as you grinned. “Unless you’re finally ready to make his kitty pur.”

Jumping out of his seat, Dean snatched the keys away from you with one hand as the other snaked around your waist. He leaned in, breathing against your neck, scenting you as he backed you up until your back was against the door.

You giggled and bit your lip, tilting your head further to give him more access as he began to trail his lips over the exposed skin.

Sam stood then, eyeing you knowingly and hungrily, but he kept his focus. “She can have fries, Dean. Your dick can wait. We’ve got a job.”

Pausing for a brief moment, Dean breathed in your scent once more before he pulled back. “Yeah, you’re right. I know,” he mumbled.

You stepped aside and let Dean leave as you pouted at Sam. “I just wanna have fun. You guys are the ones who got me so hot and bothered.”

Chuckling lightly, he leaned down to kiss the corner of your lips. “Patience.” Then he continued on, walking out with his brother.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself, you then followed the brothers out and over to Baby, hoping that this case will hurry up and finish itself so you can enjoy your two Alphas.

…

Sitting at one of the tables in the diner, you watched as the brothers went to each of the three people that had been at the incident. You had gotten the fries you wanted, and a cheese burger, which you were currently casually munching on as your eyes drifted around the room.

You couldn’t help but smile, seeing the looks on the brothers’ faces. Whatever they were being told wasn’t that helpful.

Good. Means they’re suffering. Serves them right.

Rocking side to side a little, happy with your food and showing it with a little dance, you smiled at the brothers as they headed your way. “Get anything good?”

Dean dropped into the seat next to you. “That was painful,” he sighed.

Subconsciously, your body turned to lean against him as his arm rested behind your chair. “Wanna share my burger?” you offered.

Even though he was half of the reason you were sexually frustrated- once again- you still felt the need to ease him. It was the Omega in you, the need to care for your Alphas outweighing your desire to brat a little.

Dean smiled appreciatively before grabbing the burger to dig in.

Sam sat across from the two of you. He reached over to slide your water closer, which you were sure he didn’t even realise he’d done. Since you’d decided to stay with the brothers over John he’d become more of a caregiver towards you two. Your theory was that it was his own subconscious way of showing his thanks.

“We got a lead,” Sam started.

“Finally,” Dean grumbled around his mouth full of food.

Ignoring his brother, Sam went on, “All three retold the story differently, but they all agreed on one thing. The same person was the one who told them about the place and took them there.”

Nodding as you grabbed another fry, you shrugged. “So where is this guy?”

“Works at a record store,” Sam answered. “We’ll check it out tomorrow. For now, we should head back and get some rest.”

“Okay.” Dusting the salt off your fingers, you slid off your chair as Sam stood as well.

Dean took another couple of bite of the burger before wrapping it all up and grabbing the food to go. He was already pulling the keys out of his pocket and headed towards Baby before you and Sam had moved.

…

Walking out of the bathroom in an oversized shirt that belonged to one of the brothers- you weren’t sure who exactly, though- you walked into the darkened motel room. Both brothers were in bed, Dean flicking through his phone while Sam was sitting up, with his arm resting behind his head. He was looking up at the ceiling, deep in thought.

You used to struggle with picking who to sleep with, but since John had gone again you’d left it to your instincts. You trusted yourself more than you ever had before, so you simply let your feet do the walking and didn’t question which bed you ended up crawling into.

Tonight you found yourself creeping over to Sam. His eyes caught sight of you as you neared. Reaching over, he pulled the sheets away and let you crawl in beside him.

Humming happily, you smiled as he shifted until he was pressed against your back, his arm wrapping around you. His nose found the crook of your neck where he breathed in your scent which had him sigh with content. Any tension left his body.

After a short while Dean turned his phone off and rolled over. Not too long after that, you heard his breath even as he fell asleep. Neither you nor Sam had drifted off, yet.

“You should get some sleep,” he whispered to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

Nodding against him, you shuffled into him further, letting his warmth and embrace lull you to sleep as his breath stayed even against your neck.

…

You walked between Dean and Sam, the latter taking the lead as the three of you stepped into the record shop Craig supposedly worked at. Your eyes drifted, taking in all the records and cds on display for sale. You didn’t even pay attention to the customers milling about, knowing the brothers would take charge as they always did.

It was nice, benign included in the hunts even though you didn’t always bring something to the table. It just felt really good to be wanted, not necessarily needed. The brothers liked having you around, and now that you were all on a more trusting level neither brother had a problem bringing you along.

“Hey,” a guy who you could only assume worked there, stepped up to you and the Winchester brothers, “can I help you with anything?”

Sam nodded, taking charge. “Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?”

“I am,” the guy answered.

“Well we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News,” Dean started. “'m Dean, this is Sam and Y/N.”

Craig looked to each of you, growing excited at the prospect of some publicity. “No way. Well I'm writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine.”

You watched him as he tried to cover up any hint of his excitement, getting back to work. He was a small Beta, not much on him. You doubted the guy ever got much attention so this was like Christmas for him. Sniffing the air, you could practically taste him trying to puff up his chest proudly. But he was a Beta… you could barely sense him over the brothers.

“Well, good for you Morrissey.” Dean gave a tight smile. Clearly he didn’t care.

Ignoring his brother, Sam got back on track, “Umm. We're doing an article on local hauntings and rumour has it you might know of one.”

“You mean the Hell House?”

“That's the one.” Dean nodded.

“I didn't think there was anything to the story.”

“Why don't you tell us the story?” Sam suggested.

Taking the bait, Craig started, “Well, supposedly back in the '30s this farmer, Mordachai Murdoch, used to live in this house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, he didn't have enough money to feed his own children. So I guess that's when he went off the deep end.”

“How?” Sam asked.

“Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quick, rather than starve to death,” Craig explained. “So he attacked them. They screamed, begged for him to stop but he just strung 'em up, one after the other. And when he was all finished he just turned around and hung himself. Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl that goes inside.”

So much for joining them in the case. You knew, without a doubt, they weren’t going to let you tag along if you were in any particular danger.

Dean watched him carefully. “Where'd you hear all this?”

“My cousin Dana told me. I don't know where she heard it from.” Craig shrugged. “Ya gotta realise, I- I didn't believe this for a second.”

“But now you do,” Sam noted.

Craig sighed, “I don't know what the hell to think, man. You guys, I--I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, ok? That girl was real. And she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, ok?”

…

Sam and Dean were walking ahead of you as the three of you neared Mordachai’s house. It was run down, barely standing. The property was off the road, a decent distance away to not be worth much to pay attention to. Clearly that had changed recently, though.

“Can't say I blame the kid,” Sam sighed as he took in the state of the house.

Craig never wanted to come back to this place, and you could tell why.

“Yeah, so much for curb appeal,” Dean added.

As the three of you came to the edge of the front fence of the house, both brothers stopped and turned to you.

“This is where the line stops,” Dean noted, giving you a pointed look.

You glanced from him to Sam, trying to plead with your eyes. But the younger Winchester simply nodded, agreeing with his brother. “Story says any girl that goes inside won’t come out. You’re staying here.”

Pouting, you gave in with a sigh. “Fine, but if anything happens-”

Reaching forward, Sam rested his hand on your arm reassuringly. “If anything happens we’ll come right out. We don’t wanna risk you following us in.” He knows you would. Any sign of danger and you’d run in to save them. “Just promise me you’ll stay safe.”

Nodding, you did just that.

He smiled, stepping closer to you. “Thank you.” Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before he and his brother turned to walk towards the house, leaving you to stand there and wait anxiously.

Bamby

#alpha!dean fanfiction #alpha!dean fic #alpha!dean x omega!you #alpha!dean x omega!reader #alpha!sam fanfiction #alpha!sam fic #alpha!sam x omega!you #alpha!sam x omega!reader #her saviours

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robby-bobby-tommy · 9 months

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Aghaghag, here's a WIP of a fan fiction abt Breakdown (him becoming an Autobot and his past) I've started. I'm a bit slow with this (I hate my laziness and sudden lack of motivation), but it is what it is. Enjoy.. (???)

"Am I the only one here, who considers this to be an overkill on Lord Megatron's part?" Arachnid said, moving forward, as her partners stayed behind. "I mean, dispatching two of his most proficient warriors to track down one unconfirmed energon spike."

"Megatron knows me and Dreadwing here will get the job done." Breakdown gestured at himself and his winged companion, who to this moment stayed quiet.

"Actually, I was referring to Dreadwing and myself." The sardonic smile appeared on the helicopter's face.

Orange-faced bot's fist clenched, as he angrily took a few steps towards a bold fembot. They never were on the good terms. Warrior found her intriguing, yet soon enough understood that she was just a crazy, rude killer with no morals or respect for authorities. Spider-looking con, on her part, never saw her comrade as anything worthy of her attention.

"Breakdown" A hoarse voice of a Seeker called out. "Remain on task. This must be a unified effort."

"Indeed, Breakdown. I know, we've never seen eyes to eye." Arachnid continued, not even trying to hide her smug expression. "But it doesn't mean we can't patch things up." She winked.

Now that was the last straw. With an fuming "that's it", Breakdown fiercely charged to attack, completely ignoring Dreadwing's objections. Yet the battle didn't last long, for Arachnid quickly transformed and blinded an attacker with her web. Yet fembot hadn't much time to celebrate, as a Seeker pulled out his riffle and started blasting helicopter. Being as shifty as she is, former second in command managed to dodge the blast, but was unable to web her opponent on the first try. For a few moments luck was on fembot's side, as she finally trapped Dreadwing, tying him to a nearby tree. But the last shot caused her to collapse, losing one of her spider legs. Breakdown, all this time trying to get rid of the web on his face, finally tore down his blindfold and resumed the chase. Blue boy's cannon fired, as Arachnid jumped from the spruce tree to another. Eventually helicopter fled further into the forest. One-eyed warrior wanted to run right after.

"Breakdown! Don't be a fool!" Seeker yelled, still not able to free himself.

Breakdown stopped for a few seconds and fired a couple of shots where commander's arm would be, thinning the web. He didn't stay any longer, as he decided to get the job done. Blue bot ran after the fleeing figure of the traitorous Decepticon, jumping through some fallen trees and rocks, and got to a pool of a bright blue energon. Suddenly, helicopter's shadow appeared once more, proceeding future to the bushes and leaving a trail of Cybertronian blood behind. Eventually, one eyed bot caught up with Arachnid at a small pile of stones, that weakened fembot seemingly had no strength to jump over.

Laughing, Breakdown said. "Easy prey.", swinging his hummer for a final blow. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lower his weapon. It was too late, when a hunter realized that he was cleverly outsmarted by this cunning decepticon. She led him to a trap, pretending to be weak, only to trap his hand in a web. Arachid smiled, as she saw how defenceless Breakdown was. She lifted one of her spider legs and slowly, as if enjoying her victim's useless attempts to get out, sliced blue bot's chest, revealing a spark chamber. Orange faced decepticon fired his cannon, while being in immense amount of pain.

Arachnid prepared for the finishing blow, when suddenly, out of nowhere, she first heard a loud steps and then saw an energon blast, almost loosing another leg. Deciding this fight wasn't worth it, she transformed into a helicopter and fled the scene, while a red shots followed her.

Breakdown was flabbergasted by this save, looking shocked at Dreadwing. Admitting defeat, seeker stopped blasting at a long gone Arachnid.

"You won't chase her?" Bleeding bot asked.

"You won't thank me?" Winged con responded sarcastically. His face was gloomy, as he destroyed the string that kept Breakdown's hand.

Wounded decepticon fell on his knees, as the pain consumed him. Second in command placed a hand under his comrade's armpit.

"Thank you, sir..." Breakdown mustered, trying to get up on his feet. He honestly never expected for any decepticon to save him (well, minus Knock Out), especially this newcomer. But the more one eyed bot watched his comrade's actions, the more fascinated he became with the nobility of an explosive expert. Something felt really wrong about it, since the fraction, they both belonged to, has long forgotten about justice and kindness, even to each other. First seeker lieutenant's actions drastically contradicted Megatron's, and this revelation sparked something strange in Breakdown's mind.

"Soundwave, we require a ground bridge immediately, on my current location."

The mere seconds later a circular green portal appeared, illuminating surroundings. Dreadwing supported his subordinate the way so he could carry most of the weight himself. After entering this ground bridge, they immediately showed up on the board of the Nemesis. A few Vehicons were passing by this corridor and were very distressed, seeing their superior with his spark almost falling out if his chest.

"Is Knock Out at the medical bay?" Seeker asked the soldiers loudly.

"Yes, sir."

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #maccadam #maccadams #breakdown #tfp breakdown #arachnid #tfp arachnid #dreadwing #tfp dreadwing #here's what it looks like at the moment #also i really want to apologize for any mistakes with grammar or prepositions (i never get them right)#this is just a snippet of the first chapter out of idk how much #i have only 4 chapters planned #but they have some time between them; i maybe put more chapters of bd working for Autobots and meeting kids #i wanna sleep ughhh

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