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asapeveryday · 5 days

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The Last Time Pt1

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex

Summary: You rarely go out due to how hard your classes are, but a rare outing to a Halloween party draws you to a certain blonde’s attention.

Authors note: Not my first fic, but my first time writing for Paige, or writing anything on this app!!!im nervous asf but it’s okay 😇 pls point out any spelling mistakes pls I write these at like 2am.

Minors DNI beyond the cut!!

The house was one of the massive ones off campus, white picket fences and a big kitchen perfect for partygoers to escape the loud music. Fall had turned the hot, humid and vibrant summer nights into colder ones. Streets were littered with brown and orange leaves, and houses decorated with cobwebs and blow-up ghosts.

Your friends were used to going out for Halloween parties, but you never really bothered. Your classes just got harder by the year, so you always put off a long night out. To you it was worth it, because your grades were top 3 in your program.

“When was the last time you even got laid?” Your best friend asks you.

You shrug. “I dunno. July?”

“Whatever.” She sighs, realizing it wasn’t as bad as she thought. “Still, that’s like almost 3 months of no puss. Please just come to this party, it’ll be fun!” She whines.

“Isn’t it early for a Halloween party? It’s only the 20th. We still have a week. Plus, I don’t have a costume.” You say, hoping she’ll let you stay home.

“You don’t understand, this is massive. A Halloween-birthday-party is not one that you wanna miss” She beams at you. “And I have a basketball jersey you can wear for the night. Wear shorts with it, be sexy.”

“Shorts?? It’s October!” You groan.

Regardless, you found yourself inside of this house. Your friend wasn’t lying when she said this was a pretty big party, with all the people shoving up against you it was uncomfortable to be in in your sleeveless jersey and black shorts. The kitchen was slightly less rowdy so you started to search the fridge for some comfort in the form of food or alcohol before you heard a cough behind you.

“Yo.”

You turn only to find yourself having to look up at a much taller girl. Her blonde hair was long and down on her shoulders, except for the front pieces which were Dutch-braided closer to her head. She was wearing a really casual outfit, a matching Nike tracksuit. The only thing remotely Halloween-y thing on her was the pair of fake Angel wings on her back.

“Nice costume.” You almost scoff.

“You can’t be talkin. What are you, a fangirl?” She looks down at you. Her eyes are so blue you almost stumble backwards into to fridge.

“Fair.” You sheepishly smile at her. “It was really last minute, this isn’t even my jersey.”

“That’s cus it’s mine.” The mystery blonde laughs.

Immediately you look down at yourself, a white number 5 is sprawled against the navy fabric of the women’s basketball jersey you borrowed. You look up at the blonde again and your face drops.

“Oh shit! You’re-“

“Paige.” She finishes your sentence. “Not a basketball fan?”

“Not really.” You smile. You tell her your name and she repeats it back to you with a smirk that you feel straight in your gut. You’ve rarely seen Paige on campus, so having her right in front of you has helped you realize just how fine she really is.

“The jersey looks good on you.” Her eyes sweep throughout your body.

“You don’t come off as much of an Angel to me.” You raise your eyebrow at her, referring to her half-assed costume. You haven’t heard too many rumours about Paige Bueckers sex life, but you can just tell by her silent confidence, the way she stands and even just the way she looks at you that she gets around. Being a D1 athlete probably helps too.

“You’ll see for yourself soon enough.” She shrugs, maintaining eye contact with you.

“So Paige, is this your place or..”

“Nah. My friends threw this party as a surprise for me. Not even sure who’s crib this is but whatever.” She rubs the back of her neck. “You didn’t come with a gift, did you?” Paige asks.

“No, was I supposed to?”

“It’s my birthday ma, I think you owe me something.” She steps closer, looking at you through her long eyelashes.

You actually feel your heart drop to your ass at this point, and she can tell. Paige cocks her head to the staircase nearby and you almost run after her when she leads you upstairs.

You’re already making out by the time you crash into a bedroom, she slams the door shut and pushes you up against it. You almost faint when you feel her knee between your legs, applying pressure to your clit. She kisses you slowly, taking her time to memorize the feeling of her hands grazing your face, then trailing down your body and finding themselves inside the jersey. Her blonde hair tickles your neck as she starts to trail her kisses downwards.

Paige’s hands trail from your abdomen to your hips, roughly pulling your shorts down and kneeling to be face to face with your heat. You resist the urge to cover yourself from her, and can’t help but think about how awkward you must look from this angle, but she doesn’t seem to care. Gripping your thighs and looking up at you with her ice-blue eyes, she licks a slow stripe onto your already wet undies, chuckling when you shudder.

Pulling your underwear to the side with one hand, she slowly eases her finger inside of you and you throw your head back with a breathy moan that makes her smile. She sucks at your clit while adding another finger, then pumping into you almost on beat to the music blasting downstairs. Her tongue is insane to you, circling your clit so skillfully while curling her fingers inside of you, your knees almost buckle and your hands find her long hair, pushing her head. “Oh my god.” You breathe out. “I’m close.”

“Already?” Paige chuckles into you. When she removes her fingers and quickly replaces them with her mouth, lapping and licking inside of you you almost scream. The vibrations from her voice huffing around you are enough for you to feel that tight, building feeling in your stomach, and you cum right there and then.

She cleans whatever she can before pulling up your shorts for you and kissing you chastely, enough so you can taste yourself on her lips. When she pulls away you slump to the floor, legs twitching.

“Shit!” You embarrassedly mumble. Paige laughs and sits next to you. With both of your backs to the door you turn your head to meet her stare. “Happy birthday.” You laugh. She rubs her face, hiding her smile. “Pfft, thanks.”

“I thought I was supposed to gift you? You just gave me like, the best head I’ve had since I started college.”

“Seeing you fall to the ground at my head game is enough of a gift for me.” She shrugs, a smug look on her face. “Plus, there’s always next time if you wanna make it up to me.”

The two of you exchange numbers, the situation is so unreal to you that you’re convinced this is all some mistake.

“Did you even plan on hooking up with someone tonight?” You ask her suddenly, and she seems surprised at your honesty.

“Uhh…I’m not gonna lie, not really. This party was a surprise, remember?” She sighs. “I think seeing some cute girl in my jersey, totally oblivious, jus did something to me.”

You raise your eyebrow. “You didn’t even get to see what was under it.”

“Don’t tempt me, woman.” She laughs. “I’m exhausted, giving ankle-breaking head does that to you.”

“Shut up.” You say, shoving her lightly.

There’s a pause before you take a chance and say “There’s a good burger place nearby if you want to recharge a bit.”

The minute you say it you regret it. Paige Bueckers was in no hurry to get upstairs with you, there’s no way she’s gonna take you out for food too. Plus, since when did you go out with girls you met at parties?

She looks at you for a second, considering you. Finally she says “Fuck it, why not.”

Paige gets up and you follow after her lead. She laughs at the way you walk down the stairs and the two of you slip out of the house as sneakily as possible. Paige offers to drive you even though it was your suggestion. “What can I say, I love my car.” She smiles.

The burgers are good and her laugh is contagious. The two of you sit in her car while you eat, she almost screams when you steal a fry and you pretend to be annoyed when she takes a sip of your drink in retaliation.

You feel so nervous being around her, Paige seems so sure of herself. You can tell she already knows what she wants out of college, out of basketball, even out of girls. Sometimes, even though you devoted so much time to preforming well academically, you weren’t entirely sure it was all gonna work out for you. You feared all your hard work wouldn’t be worth it in the end.

After a moment of silence, you ask her “Does it ever freak you out, having so many people betting on your success? If I were you I’d be so scared of letting people down.” You disguise your own fear as a question for her. Paige looks at you for a moment, then smiles.

“Yeah, It does. I’ve already had moments where it felt like I let everyone down.” She says, looking down at her leg. “But no success comes without pressure, so I guess feeling that way is more of a blessing from God than anything. It’s like He’s reminding me of everything I have to lose. Ion’ think there’s much wrong with that.”

You’re surprised at how mature her answer is. “There’s no way you’re talking about God after you just gave head to a stranger.” You laugh.

She shrugs, a guilty but satisfied look on her face. “You’re not human if you don’t sin once in a while.”

“Amen.” You smile.

The two of you talk about stupid things until it’s well past midnight, and when she drops you off at your dorm you turn to say “I had more fun then I thought I would tonight.”

Paige smiles, her blue eyes staring holes into yours. “It won’t be the last time you have fun with me.” She says, laughing to herself.

“Shut up.” You nudge her. She shakes her head, and waves at you when you start to walk to your building.

You turn to wave back. Even though you know you can’t be anything serious with Paige, you can’t ignore the warm feeling in your stomach when you think about the night you shared. You seriously hope it won’t be the last time.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 11 months

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«Love Me Harder || King Rauru ||

Warning1: Monster fucking { Zonai x Hylian!Reader }here so if you don’t like that then please scroll on by.

Warnings 2: P in V, Knotting, biting / marking, cream pie, a little rough fucking, Rauru has quite a mouth on him, squirting.

A/n: I apologize if this sucks 😩, it’s 2am.

It felt like it’s been ages since you’ve been with your King, and with the matter with Ganon dealt with everyone was celebrating. Your hand grasping your husbands as you pulled him towards the bed room.

A snort left his lips the moment you were out of sight and it seemed your husband had other plans on where he wanted you. A light shiver running running down your spine already imagining his cock pumping into your pussy, you were preset wet he wouldn’t even need to get your ready.

“This is always my second favorite bit.” Rauru murmured against your neck aligning his blunter cock against your dripping entrance.

Feeling your cheeks grow warm you adverted your gaze for a moment, to curious for your own good. You couldn’t help but ask. “W…what is your favorite?”

“Why, it’s watching my Queen lose their fucking mind.”

A cry slipped passed his lips, his hand muffling the the sound of your voice as his cock slid into your warmth. Your eyes squeezing shut as your nails dug into his shoulders, feeling the soft fur. You’re never quite prepared enough not go almost cum the moment he slips inside of you. Your lower back now lifted from the wall.

“Such a good.” Pressing his snort to your neck you were finally able to find your voice. A cry that communicates your needs in a better fashion that you could ever put into words, you cum for the first time just feeling you love slowly slide deeper inside of you. His claws digging into your plump ass as he pressed you against the wall. Chuckling deeply, Rauru sunk his fangs into your neck, sucking at the skin enough to leave a mark. “I think my Queen is enjoying this.”

It was hard not to miss the look on your husbands face as he held your waist with a single hand. “Do not worry my sunshine. You will be happy in the end.”

Closing your eye, you tried to keep your thoughts coherent but it was like he knew what you were thinking. Perhaps it was written on your face right now, you could see it on his even though it was subdued. Every time your spasming cunt squeezes down on him, you can see and feel him pause momentarily, grunting in pleasure, holding back the urge to ravage your cunt.

Rauru always enjoyed teasing you, on his first outstroke you can’t help but groan deeply arching your back off the wall as the pleasure washed over you. The texture of his cock just rubs you in the most amazing way and with how you’re so fucking tightly wrapped around him that it’s impossible not to have the entire inside of your pussy stimulated every time he with draws and pushes in.

He always manages to steal your breath away as he knows it too. With a firm hand on your waist to keep you in place while he continues to pump into you, it does not take more than three strokes for you to come again, your hips bucking into his immovable grip as you cried out his name not caring who might hear as your eyes squeezed shut in the throes of passion as you felt your King quicken the pace.

You scream. You can’t help but cry out his name, your dress was now in tattered around your shapely hips as your legs were raised higher as he thrusted himself balls deep inside of you, feeling him gore harder as he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss.

Plunging inside your wet pussy, the Zonai brings you to another thundering orgasm, light dancing in front of your eyes as you shudder and buck against him. You did your best to keep your legs wrapped around his waist as your back stayed pressed against the wall letting the tidal waves of ecstasy wash over you with every single thrust.

His free hand reaching up to grasp your breast, massaging the nipple with one of his talons and finally after what feels like hours of having him between your legs you sense he is close to cumming, something you are far to used too.

It is the way he grunts deeply, the measures rolling of his powerful hips giving way to desperate savage thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoing across the castle walls. The closer he gets to his own orgasm the more of a beast he becomes, his speed increasing until you are loudly screaming his name, shaking in his grip.

When Rauru finally cums, both of you give long, loud groans of desperate relief as his thick hot cum begins to gush into your pussy, his knott swelling. A slight soreness hits you and er everything feels so incredibly good. Panting and moaning you slumped against your King, your face nuzzling into his neck as you did your best to catch your breath. “That…was fucking amazing.”

Snorting, Rauru gave the mark on your neck a small lick followed by a kiss to your temple. “It was worth the wait.”

Sighing, you could easily fall asleep like this but knowing Rauru and how long you both waited sleep was going to be for sometime.

“Are you ready for round two Sunlight?”

“Of course I am.”

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reasonsmandy · 1 year

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You're the hottest girl alive

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — i know you were looking for warren requests!! this thought just popped into my head - how would warren react to his girl being able to play the drums? like he didn’t know that she knew how to play but he walked in on her playing his set. i didn’t really think of any other details though like her backstory or anything :/

✧.* summary — Warren was mesmerized by you since the first time he saw you, and even with a lot of time together you always surprised him. And he fucking loved your surprises.

✧.* warnings — None.

✧.* word count — 1.7k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — This was actually one of my favorites to write, I really loved writing his reaction. Warren is simply the Golden Retriever boyfriend.

The first time Rojas walked into the label and his eyes landed on you behind the soundboard, his heart skipped a beat. The way your hair was tied up showing off her neck, he admired your skin from afar thinking he had never seen anything so beautiful, your eyes were focused on the equipment in front of you and he just loved the way you bit your lips while you were focused. He was amazed, and since that day he was sure that he needed to get to know you.

So little by little he approached you, staying a few days later at the record company helping you with what you let him do, showing you some new beats he had invented, commenting on the band and asking your opinion on various things, you didn't understand why he wanted your opinion on things so much but his presence always did you a lot of good.

"Can you play that one again?" Warren asks, pressing any button on the soundboard.

"Hey Rojas, don't do that!" You laugh, smacking his hand lightly to get his hand away. "Don't touch my baby without my permission."

"Your baby?" Warren laughs. "Alright, sorry baby…" He pretends to talk to the device in front of him, you laugh, he makes you feel so good.

"Exactly, the baby doesn't like strangers." You say playing along.

"Well, to make you less worried baby…" He keeps with the joke, talking with the soundboard. "I'm not a stranger anymore, I'm your mama's boyfriend."

You take your gaze to the drummer, your eyebrows raised and a small smile on your face. Warren was looking right into your eyes, that smirk you knew very well in that angelic face of his, you lick your lips trying to decipher if what you understood was really what he meant.

"If she wants that, of course." He says more like a whisper, you get closer to him placing your both hands on his bare chest.

He looks down at your hands, feeling butterflies in his stomach at the contact, you get up from the chair leaving him with a confused look, eyes still on you. You go towards the studio door and close it, he arches hin eyebrows trying to understand what you were going to do, he loved that even if he tried hard it was very difficult to decipher you.

You smile, noticing that it was now you who had made him nervous in a certain way, you sit on his lap and notice his uneven breathing.

"Come on Rojas, take care of your girlfriend." You whisper and he wastes no time kissing you intensely.

Things between you two were wonderful, you understood each other like no one else and each other's presence was always the main point for your daily smile. Warren loved every detail of you, and he loved the fact that you always surprised him in a different way every day, he never knew what to expect from you but he knew that every surprise from you was one more reason for him to want to put a ring on your finger.

Warren had you in his arms, you caressed his shirtless torso drawing a few hearts as he stroked your hair, it was probably around 2am but the drummer wasn't able to sleep at all, although you were struggling to keep your eyes open you did your best to keep him company.

"Rojas, I have an idea." You say through a yawn. "Come here, lie on my lap."

You say sitting on the bed, he looks at you with a big smile on his face, without asking too many questions he lies down keeping his eyes on yours.

"I want you to relax, okay?" He nods, closing his eyes.

Nothing in the world could have prepared him for what was to come, as he closed his eyes his ears began to witness something that leaves him in awe, you were singing and not any song you were singing Honeycomb.

He was sure he never heard anything better than that, even Daisy couldn't sing like you to him, he sits on the bed and you stop singing confused.

"I told you to relax Rojas." You say chuckling, he looked shocked and you didn't get why. "What's wrong baby?"

"You sing!" He exclaims, his passionate gaze on you. "Why did you never tell me this mi amor? You have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard."

"Don't exaggerate handsome, I sing like anyone else." You felt very happy to have someone like him by your side.

"You have the voice of a little angel!" He kisses you tenderly. "I'm so fucking in love with you."

You smile looking at your hands next to his, taking his hands and taking them to your waist. Lacing your arms around his neck then, you get close to him placing kisses on his neck.

"I'm in love with you too." You say between kisses, making your way to his mouth and kissing him there. "If you can't relax by yourself, let me relax you."

"With pleasure." He says, sighing at the contact with you.

That's what Warren meant by nice surprises, you always surprised him with details about yourself that he wanted to show the world, to introduce everyone to how you were the most wonderful person on earth. He was very proud of you, a woman who didn't care about what anyone thought of her, but was always there if anyone needed help, you were one of a kind and he felt so lucky to be with you, to be the one who you called boyfriend.

Today was the day of recording the instruments for 'The River', so Eddie, Graham, Karen and Warren were spending the afternoon with you and Tobias taking care of making everything right. You were sitting at the soundboard, Warren beside you with his arm around your neck and a cigarette in his lips, Tobias had left to get some more microphones, Eddie and Graham had left to buy some snacks and now was Karen's turn to play.

"She sounds so fucking great!" You say fiddling with some things on the soundboard. "Get ready handsome, you're up next."

"Yes mama." He says putting out the cigarette on his tongue and then throwing it in the trash can next to you.

Karen finishes playing and takes off her headphones, giving you thumbs up in question, you raise yours confirming to her that she nailed it. She smiles and goes to you leaving the room for Warren to play.

"And Graham?" The blonde asks you, pretending not to care too much.

"He must be outside with Eddie." You say with a smirk on your face, she leaves but not before patting you on the shoulder.

Now it was just Warren and you in the room, he had his headphones on his head and his drumsticks twirling between his fingers ready to go. He winks at you and you nod for him to start.

As always he was the best drummer you've ever seen, but there was something that maybe you could improve there, you had an idea of something but while your boyfriend was playing you architected your ideas better.

You get up from the table entering the studio, Warren frowns and stops playing, removing the headphones afterwards.

"Is there something wrong, pretty girl?" He says, watching you get closer.

"Would you mind going there for a bit?" You ask, he shrugs without questioning too much sitting in the chair and waiting for what you were going to do.

You sit in the drum chair and he starts to get more confused, you take the drumsticks and he arches his eyebrows.

"I was thinking maybe this might work at the beginning of the song." You say and count down to start the playing.

And there you were, majestically playing the drums, Warren was speechless he felt like he was witnessing the most wonderful scene.

"Did you know she played?" Eddie asks, biting into a sandwich as he watches you. "Warren?"

"Shii! Be quiet, let me hear her." He says to the bassist and he immediately goes quiet, laughing at Warren's reaction.

When you're done, you leave the drums with sticks in hand, going back to your place behind the soundboard, but before you could say anything Warren kisses you passionately, at first you are surprised but then you kiss him the same way.

Your hands caress the drummer's curls and he grabs your waist as he wants you closer and closer to him, Eddie fakes a cough but Warren completely ignores him so he decides to go and leave you two alone.

When you break the kiss in search of air, you look at him in question, waiting for an explanation.

"So?" You say with your hands on your hips. "Why's that?"

"Are you serious right now?" Warren cups your face in his hands. "You're the hottest girl alive, fucking hell!"

You roll your eyes and shake your head, he pulls you closer to him.

"I mean it, is there something you can't do?" He looked at you with enormous admiration, he loved you so much.

"You overestimate me way too much, you know?" You smile at him.

"I'll make sure you know how perfect you are." he whispers, kissing her neck. Your hands go to his hair stroking the curls.

"Oh yeah? And how do you plan on doing that?" You question, still feeling the man's kisses on your skin.

"We're going home!" Warren wanted to get you closer, and he sure as hell couldn't do that in the record company's studio room.

"We have to finish this." You laugh, looking in his eyes.

"Fuck this, you've played amazing we can keep your version." He looked at you with tenderness in his eyes.

"I'm not keeping my version handsome." You say, playing with his hair. "That's your band, and besides my place is right here." You say pointing to the studio booth.

"In fact, your place is in my bed." He says making you laugh.

"Can't you think about another thing?" You say when you finally take your breath. "We have to work."

"Hermosa, are you serious?" He looked indignant, and you waited for him to finish his thought. "I just saw my girl, the woman of my life playing my drums… that's literally the sexiest thing you've done!"

He grabs you by the waist and spreads kisses on your face, and you couldn't resist that boy anyway so you went home with him.

Y/N L/N: Yes, we lost a day of recording but... It was worth it.

Warren Rojas: *laughing* For sure it was worth it.

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candyquokka · 6 months

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.・゜long day | hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin/reader

word count: 552

genre: comfort!, tired reader, non-idol! au, boyfriend! hyunjin, this is actually just so adorable aasjkldjkhaadhgjkl

summary: you come home after a long day at work

warnings: reader is tired so a bit of crying?

edit: I was listening to cry by cigarettes after sex while writing this and I actually started sobbing

You were walking home from the bus stop. A massive document had been placed in your care at work, and so you had worked throughout the day with minimum breaks to complete it. It didn't help that some of the new junior coworkers were so stuck on wanting you to have the most miserable day ever, making multiple mistakes which kept getting on your nerves.

You glance at your watch: 11.24pm. You weren't sure whether you were going to be paid for having to work overtime, but all that mattered right now was going home to your sleeping boyfriend, Hyunjin. He had gotten off work early, and you had called him to tell him to go to sleep.

A crack of thunder was heard, and it suddenly started pouring. Tears poured down your cheeks as you, too tired to cover your head or run for shelter, cried with the sky.

Your hand was slightly shaking as you tried to jam your key into the keyhole to your shared apartment. It silently swung open and you were met with the sight of Hyunjin sprawled over the sofa, his head turning to smile at you when he sees you.

The expression on his face is beyond surprise and he rushed over to you to hug you.

"You're finally home, baby."

You slump over him, body too heavy with exhaustion to respond, and he carries you to the sofa, placing you down gently before running to grab a towel.

Hyunjin comes back, sitting you up on the sofa before kneeling on the floor face-to-face with you.

"You could'hv called me, I could'hv brought a umbrella Y/n."

Hyunjin looks worried as he lightly ruffles your hair with the towel. He notices the tear streaks on your face and leans forward slightly, brushing his lips over them. You smile softy, heart fluttering at his caring manner.

You don't respond. You don't need to, Hyunjin understands you too well. He gets up flops down on the sofa to lay next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and drawing you close. Your hands immediately go to his hair, eyes closing as you gently scratch his scalp. You nuzzles your face in his neck, making you feel safe and loved in a way nothing else can.

As you cuddle up next to him, your head resting near his chest, you take in the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his body. You feel your muscles relax, and you let out a contented sigh. Finally, you're in a place where all your worries are far away, and you're just enjoying the moment.

Hyunjin looks down at you and strokes your hair, and you can tell he's enjoying the moment too. You close your eyes, feeling completely at peace in his arms. You both stay there for a while, not wanting the moment to slip away.

When you finally open your eyes again, it's reads 2am on the clock and you realise you've both fallen asleep. Hyunjin is still holding you, his breathing deep and even. You sleepily trace his forehead, down his nose, and to his soft, plump lips with your finger. You smile to yourself, feeling grateful for the warmth and love in this moment. It's moments like this that make you glad to be alive.

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just-another-siimp · 1 year

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Surface Pressure 141 x Reader HCs

Just a dumb bunch of thoughts about the 141st members reacting to their S/O giving them a massage, i crave fluff so i'm writing it for myself. If you guys like this please reblog! It gives me my daily serotonin boost.

word count: 1.3k Warnings: Unsure, if you find any let me know <3.

Captain John Price

We all know that as Captain, John is under a lot of pressure to not only keep his team alive but to get results.

A lot of the stress that he has is held in his shoulders, it doesn't help that post mission he spent a lot of his time hunched over a desk completing reports.

Massages often helped.

You often bought him coffee in the early hours of the morning, strong and dark the perfect combination to get him through the rest of his reports.

Even with exhaustion hanging over you, you'd stay by his side. Keeping him company until he joined you in bed.

You sat on your phone, idly scrolling through the news trying to catch up on the normal of aspects of life you missed while deployed. In the three months since you'd been away there was another royal scandal, the clicking of keys stopped drawing your attention away from the click bait article you'd been occupying yourself with.

Looking up you noticed how John rubbed his shoulder, sighing as he checked over his work before turning to you. When your eyes met he smiled and you practically melted, rolling the chair closer to his side in order to steal a kiss to the cheek before you lost him to his reports again.

"I'm almost done, love. Won't be long now." Your hand reached out to his, squeezing gently as you stood fingers sliding up his arm and the shoulder he'd been rubbing just moments prior. Wordlessly you added a small amount of pressure, both hands now gently massaging the tension away. John leaned back in his chair, head lulling to the side as his hands reached up to hold yours. In a matter of seconds he'd completely melted in his chair, blue eyes staring lovingly up at you.

"You've been sitting at this desk too long, dear." "Hmm if you keep this up I'll never get the reports done."

"That's the point."

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Gaz always has an air of 'calm' surrounding him, it's the reason why you'd fallen in love with him. Even under pressure he never seemed to crack, though that didn't change the fact that even he could grow angry and frustrated.

Anger was often a result of exhaustion, nightmares, aching limps keeping him awake or the worst possible thing. Your young neighbours throwing a house party at 2am on a tuesday.

You'd hate to admit it but even you were growing tense with the near constant thudding of bass boosted music. The party did eventually end, only with police intervention. Which was probably for the best, because if either of you had gone next door it would not have been a nice encounter.

Even after the nights drama Gaz couldn't sleep, he'd continued to toss and turn next to you. No amounts of spooning able to quench the frustration he felt.

Gaz had gotten up to get a glass of water from the kitchen, you sat up listening to the sound of footsteps padding back into the room. He gave you an apologetic smile as he placed the glasses down, that's when you realised. He'd bought you water too. This man was far too sweet to be real.

"Sorry to wake you Sweetheart."

"Come 'ere"

Your voice was coated in sleep, soft and sweet as you reached out for him. As he knelt down on the bed he pulled you into a kiss, something soft and sweet hidden within all of his anger and frustration.

"Lay down."

"Is that an order?" He's smirking at you, you're rolling your eyes at him. Despite the sass he still lays down, on his stomach. Fingers tugging lightly at the shirt you wore, it belonged to him once upon a time. Doing your best not to accidentally knee Kyle in the ribs you straddled his back, hands running down his back.

"Don't be a shit, Kyle."

"Yes ma'am."

In a matter of seconds he was putty in your hands, muscles relaxing under your expert hands as they pushed out the knots in his back. Fifteen minutes later he was fast asleep, with you laying on his back like a weighted blanket. Both finally sleeping peacefully.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost isn't the type to enjoy a massage, or any form of TLC really. The feeling of hands on his shoulders send him back to the battlefield, the weight on his back makes him feel like he's suffocating.

Even with you he's not fond of a massage, if you start to rub his shoulders or back he'll guide you into a a hug. Often smothering you in a cuddle, or returning the favour and offering to give you a massage instead.

What he does like however, is his hands being played with.

Simon can't explain it, but the feeling of your fingers gently pinching the pressure point between his thumb and forefinger is relaxing.

The movie had long since been abandoned, yet it still played softly in the background. You and Simon hadn't moved from the couch since dinner, takeout containers sitting empty on floor instead of being disposed of immediately. 'It won't hurt for the floor to be messy for a few hours' Simon had said, his attempt at keeping you on the couch successful. He'd sat with his back against the armrest, you between his legs so he could stop you from leaving. So you wouldn't have been able to say no either way.

Your hands had taken one of his, gently massaging away the ache that had settled in during the cool evening. He told you he was starting to get old, you rolled your eyes and reminded him that you're both the same age.

As the ending title began to play you shifted, releasing his hand as you attempted to get up. The same hand you'd been holding moments early snaking back around your waist and pulling you back to him.

"Where are you going?"

"To pee"

"I'm coming with you." At that comment you smack his hand, standing up.

"Clingy are we?"

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Johnny is very much a head rub kinda guy, he would start world war three if it meant getting a head rub.

that's an exaggeration, he wouldn't.. unless- jk

He likes to sit in front of you on the couch while you play with his mohawk, normally he pulls your leg over his shoulder and will massage your calf or foot.

He doesn't want you to feel left out

but when he's stressed tho? like mega stressed all of the tension in his body goes to his neck. He ends up getting Migraines so bad he sits in a dark until they go away. When on a mission it's worse.

As the sun went down the chill in the safe house grew, huddling closer to the fire you waited for Soap to come out of the shower. He'd been in there for longer than usual, you could only assume that it was as a result of the exhaustion that had overtaken both of you.

If it wasn't for the chill that had set in you'd probably have fallen asleep in bed, but you'd wait for Johnny first. After all snuggling was the best way to achieve warmth, or so he liked to remind you. The door swung open behind you, footsteps skipping right past you as he flopped down on the bed.

It was clear as day and you knew the signs, he had one of those Migraines again.

"mo ghràdh.. I'm so tired."

"Come get into bed properly, love. Then you can sleep."

Once you were both snuggled up under the covers, your hand rested on the back of his neck. Thumb sliding up from his shoulder just to the base of his ear, adding a little pressure before going back to it's starting position.

"Y/N-"

"Shh, go back to sleep."

"Thank you.."

Within a few minutes you'd both drifted off to sleep.

#call of duty mw2 #modern warefare ii #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle garrick #captain john price #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john price x reader #captain price x reader #this got long #i'm not sorry #i want a head rub now #simp writes #thanks komo for the save with soap

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eddiesbug · 2 years

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eager [f.castle]

summary: you come home to your boyfriend hammered and clingy. secrets are revealed.

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

fandom: mcu

word count: 1347

warnings: reader throws up, literally all fluff n loving, frank being the bestest<33, touch starved reader, a little talk about reader punishing herself, frank uses all the good pet names😋 and he cooks!!

note: i’m back from being banned😭🤭 i had so much fun n i’m so proud of this so if anyone is mean I WILL CRY. and i’m sorry there’s no readmore line again but tumblr is all buggy and deleting bits every time i put one in:((

“Fr-Frankie!” Your voice slurs as you worm your way into Frank’s lap, your head lolling with the effects of the alcohol. Your mini dress rides up as you climb and he presses his fingers into the soft curve of your hip, drawing you in. You settle into him with a smile.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he chuckles. He didn’t know what exactly to expect when you came home hammered at 2am, but it wasn’t this. You’re not overly fond of affection at the best of times, pretty much avoiding contact altogether, so for you to be initiating this at all, zero coaxing involved, is strange.

“I missed you,” you giggle, craning into him as he pushes the hair from your sweaty face. A hum rips from your throat and you hook your arms underneath his on the sofa. He brushes his nose across your jaw.

“I missed you too, baby. You feelin’ alright?” he asks, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead; you’re hot to the touch. You nod, pressing your nose to the juncture of his neck and inhaling; you’re met with the scent of slight sweat and the last tinge of cologne from the previous day.

“So pretty…” you say, your hand reaching out to stroke Frank’s face in bewilderment.

“Hm?”

“You.”

“I’m pretty?” he laughs.

“The pr-pre-prettiest.” Your words start to merge into one and he shushes you, soft lips grazing your temple.

“My girl is prettier,” he answers, voice dripping with sincerity. You frown, head shooting up to meet his eyes.

“Who’s your girl?” you ask, the beginnings of tears getting stuck in your throat. In your inebriated state, you have honestly forgotten that Frank is your boyfriend. “I’m- I’m gonna f-fight her.”

“What’re you gonna cry for, baby? I’m talkin’ ‘bout you.” He keeps his tone light, cupping the back of your head with his calloused hand.

“Oh.”

“Silly thing. Why would I want anyone but you?”

“‘Cause I never wanna cuddle,” you pout. He shakes his head.

“I don’t care about that. Sure, it’s nice to cuddle, but I want you to be happy most of all.”

“Can I tell you a sec-secret?” you whisper, although it’s comically loud - almost louder than your normal speaking voice. You hiccup, pestering your way further into his lap.

“Yeah?”

“I always wanna cuddle.”

“That so?”

“Y-yeah. Scared you’ll get annoyed so I don’t say anythin’. Wait for you to ask.” His expression softens and he kisses your head. He never realised that you might be depriving yourself of touch to punish yourself, or worse, because you thought you’d be irritating him. He can’t get enough of you.

“Oh, baby. My baby.” Drawing you closer, his body engulfs yours completely; you mumble something halfheartedly, curling into him. Everything seems to shake ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly and you’re sure Frank doesn’t notice. He catches your expression, brow furrowing. His closeness has you breaking into a full body flush. “You’re shaking, darlin’.”

“Jus’ don’t let go of me,” you whisper, pressing your face to his chest.

“Alright, ‘ve got you.”

You stay like that for a while, cradled in his arms, eyes closed, until your stomach lurches uneasily. You blanch, dry heaving.

“Frankie…”

“Mm.”

“Gonna be sick.” You retch, trying to scramble free of Frank’s grasp and run to the bathroom. Instead, he lifts you with virtually no effort, sitting you in front of the toilet and gathering your hair at the nape of your neck just in time for you to start emptying your stomach contents. He soothes you with the softest voice, kissing the back of your neck and whispering encouraging words despite how disgusting you must look right now.

“Attagirl,” he murmurs, “What a good girl.” Your eyes flutter closed and you slump against the toilet seat, breathing heavily. He immediately lifts you, flushing the vomit away and closing the seat; just that helps the nausea ebb away as the seconds pass. He perches you on the seat, wiping your sweaty face with a cold cloth and grabbing the toothbrush you keep at his apartment at all times. He spreads a little toothpaste over the bristles, parting your lips with his thumb and brushing them gently.

“Good girl, let’s rinse your mouth,” he coos; you oblige without thinking, letting him hold you up by the waist and wipe your face with a towel. Your body goes completely lax and he cushions your head with his shoulder, handling you as though you’ll break at any second.

“Love you,” you mumble, hooking your legs around his waist as he hoists you into his arms. He makes for the kitchen with you securely in his hold.

“I love you too. You feel a bit better now?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s get you some water and something to eat, pretty.”

“‘m not hungry!” you squeak, hiccuping drunkenly, although you’re considerably less plastered than when you got home.

“You don’t have to eat it, but it might help soak up some of the alcohol, alright?”

“‘kay…” you trail off, worrying your lip between your teeth.

“What you thinkin’ about, hm?”

“Nothin’.”

“I can hear the gears turning. C’mon, out with it.” He kneads your side with sympathetic fingers, squeezing and releasing, squeeze, release.

“‘s it okay if I wanna touch more? Like cuddle ‘nd hold your hand?” Your voice is a fragment of its usual volume and you wince, preparing yourself for the rejection before he even has time to react.

“How could I say no to that, hm?” The relief at his statement is palpable. “If you wanna hang onto me forever like a little koala bear, I wouldn’t say no to you. You know that, baby. I want you to have everythin’ you’ve ever wanted.”

“Jus’ want you,” you murmur, peppering a trail of kisses over his face and neck. “Love you so much.”

“C’mon, my pretty. Whatcha fancy to eat?” He smiles, setting you down on a stool, hands out to catch you should you wobble tipsily. Once he’s sure you’re steady, he moves to the fridge. “How about some eggs?” You shake your head, nose scrunched.

“They make me feel sicky.”

“Alright, darlin’. How about pasta?”

“Pasta sounds good, Frankie.”

“Pasta it is, baby.”

You admire him shamelessly as he busies himself with your meal, ogling his thick biceps and his sharp jawline. The black t-shirt he wears hugs him just right, exposing his muscular physique to you.

“You enjoying the show, darlin’?” he drawls amusedly, sending you a cheeky wink. You flush, averting your eyes.

“Sorry.”

“C’mere, pretty girl.” His arms open and you wobble off of the stool and into his embrace. The affection, still so abnormal to you, makes you tremble.

“I’ve gotcha, baby. Not lettin’ you go anytime soon.”

Finally, when he’s finished making the pasta, something you never thought someone would do for you, let alone at half past two in the morning, he sets it onto the table and sits down, inviting you into his lap. You clamber onto him, hands roaming his chest. You’re eager to feel his skin on yours, fingers splayed over his throat and under his t-shirt. This new found appreciation for his touch has made you greedy and Frank is in heaven.

“Should’a gotten you drunk sooner if I knew you’d be this needy, baby.” He beams at you, dotting kisses over the entire expanse of your face. With his free hand, he spears a piece of pasta with a fork and lifts it to your lips. “Here, darlin’.” You take it gratefully, humming.

“‘s good!”

“Attagirl.”

You eat in silence until you’re full, pushing the bowl away and curling your body into Frank’s.

“Sorry I kept you up.”

“I couldn’t sleep without my girl anyway.”

You giggle; the lilting sound compels Frank to kiss you, his lips melding against yours like a puzzle piece.

Before he can find it in himself to move you, you’re fast asleep against his shoulder, snoring softly with your arms underneath his t-shirt, cool against his warm skin. You cling to him even as you sleep soundly.

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areyoudreaminof · 10 months

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Golden Hour: An Elucien Week Playlist

It's all come to this. To say I've been waiting on pins and needles for @elucienweekofficial is the biggest understatement. I spent months curating every song, beat, and lyric to best represent Elucien for Day 1: Mates.

SJM said that Elain was the person that she and Lucien didn't see coming, and that they would find "tension, growth, and healing," together. How great of a love story will that be? So for this playlist, I structured the 20 tracks around that narrative. Side A is the tension and Side B is healing and growth. Listen to it here! And come with me behind the cut for the lyrics. I hope this playlist inspires all of you to write, draw, create, and just jam.

Just Pretend-Bad Omens:

I know the pain That you hide behind the smile on your face And not a day Goes by where I don't think I feel the same So will you wait me out Or will you drown me out? I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

S P A C E-Amber Marks:

I know, it is hard to comprehend Why won’t, you let me be in my head? Alone, I need to be So don’t, straight up come walking in I tried, to warn you many times Now I, don’t want to start a fight But I, can’t go on this way So why, won’t you just give me some time?

Sunflower-Tamino :

Oh baby, don’t you notice me? Notice me, so ready to lose everything Everything for your love Every day I’m getting closer to you But you never answer my song I know love does not come easy Oh there must be someone who hears me

I Wanna Be Yours-Arctic Monkeys:

Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours

2AM-Foals:

It's 2am and I've gone and lost my friends But I can't sleep alone again No, I can't sleep alone, I just wanna go home And it's 2am again And all these years, I've been running from my fears But I can't sleep alone again And all my life, I've been looking for a light That I can't reignite again

It’s the nights When I keep you in my mind That I hoped that I'd be fine But I've started showing signs Of another late night Of another night time Oh, I hoped that you'd be mine

Old Stone-Laura Marling

Old stone Ten thousand years and you're still on your own Don't you love, don't you love me that way? And if you swear that you're alright I'm not gonna try and change your mind Because the same night I dream that I lose you I'll fall in love Oh, honey don't let me walk away from this If I'm trying to fuck up my own life Then until I figure out why I think it's best you keep your distance Lest I fall in love

1957-Milo Greene

The scent you wear moves in lines from your apartment into mine, You act like you don't know me My god you tempt my anxious mind, Takes me away, takes me away, takes me away

Shut Up, Kiss Me-Angel Olsen I could make it all disappear You could feed me all of your fears We could end all this pain right here We could rewind all of those tears I could take it down to the floor You don't have to feel it anymore A love so real that it can't be ignored It's all over, baby blue, I'm still yours

Spanish Sahara-Foals

Forget the horror here Leave it all down here It's future rust and it's future dust I'm the fury in your head I'm the fury in your bed I'm the ghost in the back of your head 'Cause I am

Waiting for You-The Aces

And I hope you know that I want you I've been sitting here waiting I've been waiting for you I've sent out invitations It's getting frustrating waiting for you I think you know, I'm waiting for you I'll take your hand and kiss your fingers So you don't have to break the ice No need for chill, just lose your filter I'm ready to dive in Melt the ice and just swim

Worship-Years and Years

Wanna be here tonight Wanna hide in your light Wanna cover my eyes I feel you reflecting me I worship all that you see

Just tell me how I can prove I'm the one for your fire And I'll take you higher I'll do it for you And you can worship me too

My My My! Troye Sivyan

Now, let's stop running from love Running from love Let's stop, my baby Let's stop running from us Let's stop, my baby Oh my, my, my I die every night with you Oh my, my, my Living for your every move

Butterflies-Kacey Musgraves

Kiss full of color makes me wonder where you've always been I was hiding in doubt 'til you brought me out of my chrysalis And I came out new All because of you

And now, you're lifting me up 'stead of holding me down Stealing my heart 'stead of stealing my crown Untangled all the strings 'round my wings that were tied I didn't know him and I didn't know me Cloud Nine was always out of reach Now, I remember what it feels like to fly

Cutty Love-Milo Greene

Time can over-complicate But darling I refuse to wait There's no way of planning For the fall All your paths will fade away Questions read by years in pain I can be the answer to it all

Even if your heart stops I'll be there to hold you up Even as the world turns I'll be there to watch the fire burn Burn us both alive

The Lamb You Lost-Jesca Hoop & Sam Beam

There is music in the sea And we swim into the sound Far adrift like I am free When your voice turns me around

Any heart could burst its shell Love is made for broken things Bring your hands to know me well Know my heart for what it sings

Moon in a tidal lock And I am born to love you

If It Feels Good, Then It Must Be-Leon Bridges

More than I choose to, I’m falling in love, And love I ain’t used to You give me that stuff No, I can’t refuse you You and I in the light, it’s alright Say you will, say you might If this is wrong, then nothing’s right See yourself like I do Oh, tonight looks good on you

Sunlight-Hozier

All the tales the same Told before and told again A soul that’s born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And at last can grant a name To a buried and a burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, my sunlight

Dog Years-Maggie Rogers

I spend my time daydreaming As sure as the sea It's just you and me Oh, and I'm the one that loves you

Come what may I'll still stay Inside your mind For all of time

Made to Love-John Legend

Oooh, I've never seen anything It's much more than you and me Extraordinary machine I was sent here for you We were made to love You were sent for me too We were made to love

Golden Hour-Kacey Musgraves

Baby, don't you know? That you're my golden hour The color of my sky You've set my world on fire And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright I used to get sad And lonely when the sun went down But it's different now 'Cause I love the light that I've found In you

I would not be here, writing or making playlists, were it not for Elucien. More importantly, were it not for Elucien, I wouldn't have met all of the wonderful people I now get to call my friends.

@acowarelucien @asnowfern @andrigyn @bookofmirth @bagelfyre @cursebrkr @c-e-d-dreamer @carmasi @damedechance @foundress0fnothing @iftheshoef1tz @melting-houses-of-gold @iheartfjords @krem-has-a-mess @kingofsummer93 @acourtdelaluna @lovingelucien @ofduskanddreams @mossytrashcan @octobers-veryown @panicatthenightcourt @reverie-tales @spell-cleavers @separatist-apologist @stickyelectrons @sunshinebingo @thelovelymadone @the-lonelybarricade @tuzna-pesma-snova @vulpes-fennec @velidewrites @wittyrejoinder @wilde-knight @yazthebookish @ineffable-resplendence @sideralwriting @ablogofbipanic @acourtdelaluna @foreverinelysian @filthyglamdoll @thesistersarcheron @ultadverb, @bellatrixship @potatocolada, @bennylavasbuns @lady-yenn @millameazza @acourtofthought

#elucien #elucienweek2023 #acotar playlist project #finally it's here!#Spotify

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frozenpeazz · 1 year

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NIGHTMARES

Pairing- Daniel Larusso x f!reader

Warning- angst? Not sure, crying, panic attack, fluff, mentions of bullying and injuries

Y/n was staying over at her boyfriend Daniels tonight, and its a good thing she was or who else would've been there to calm him from his nightmare about Johnny Lawrence and his gang.

It was about 2am, you and Daniel were sound asleep in his bed somehow facing away from eachother despite falling asleep in each others arms. You were peacefully dreaming about whatever you want. However, Daniel on the other hand. He was not peacefully dreaming the poor boy. He was having a nightmare about getting beat up by Johnny and his gang again except 10x worse and he had to watch them beat you up to. His body began to sweat as he tries to wake up. Suddenly Danny wakes up and bolts to sit up right. Body shaking, muscles tense and his breathe quickening to the point where he is getting little to no oxygen into his lungs. He tries to call your name but he cant. He's to weak. Tears begin to prick his eyes as he musters the strength to push you hoping you wake up.

You grumble. "Mm.. Danny go back to bed.." you tried closing your half awake eyes but they instantly open back up at the sound of your boyfriends sob. You sit up and whip round to face Daniel.

"Danny!" You panic as you stare at your boyfriend crying, shaking and barely breathing he cant even make eye contact with you. Your on the spot and you try to think of something to calm him down. When suddenly it hits you.

"Daniel.. Daniel look at me." His eyes flicker up to meet yours. You reach out and gently take his hand.

"Danny. I want you to breathe with me ok? Just copy my breathing. In.... And out." You repeat this process whilst drawing shapes in his hand softly with your fingers. As he begins to slowly regain his breathe, its not quite normal yet but getting closer you ask him a question.

"Danny, can i hug you?" You didn't want to launch yourself onto him and startle him. He nods slightly still not able to fully speak. You climb into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck your hand making its way to his hair as you begin to play with it. "Its okay Danny.. im here. I'm never going to leave. Okay? I love you so much Danny, you know that hm?"

"I-i love you t-to.." he whispers out as his arms wrap around your stomach hugging you tightly. You feel his breathe return to normal and his tears soak through your top. You use your nails to draw shapes on his back as his body begins to relax.

"You want to talk about it?" You ask gently separating you two slightly and tilting his chin up to look at you.

"I-its dum'.." he looks embarrassed as he averts his gaze from your captivating eyes.

"Oh Danny.. its not dumb. Not if your this worried by it. You dont got to tell me but just know, im all ears. I'll never judge you my pretty boy." You wipe the tears off his cheeks as you kiss his head gently.

"i had a-a nightmare. About.." he stops.

"Take you time Danny." You didn't want him to feel like he was obliged to tell you if he didn't want to.

"J-johnny an' the boys. They was beating me up, but it hurt more than usual.. a-an' they made me watch you g-get beat.. i felt so useless. I couldn't p-protect you.."

"Oh baby boy.. your not useless. Your the most kind, loving, thoughtful and good looking guy in the whole~ universe. That stupid prick Johnny is just jealous of you. Your looks, your personality you in general. And dont you worry your pretty little head about protecting me, i got myself covered." You kiss away the tears from his cheeks and he smiles at you.

"Why'd you pick me over Johnny anyway?.."

"Simple, your kind, you think before you act, your not stuck up, your not obsessed with your ex, you don't hurt people for fun and! You just look wayyy hotter!" You giggle slightly as his cheeks light up at your compliments. "You calmed down now pretty boy?" You tease. He nods, his cheeks getting brighter at the nickname.

"Thanks for helping me pretty girl."

"Anything for you." You smile as you lay with your boyfriend on top of you as your eyelids begin to get heavy again. ".. love you Danny."

"I love you to Y/n, my gorgeous girl." You smile before falling asleep.

#daniellarusso #daniel larusso x reader #daniel larusso #karatekid1984

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jongseongsnudes · 2 years

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four.

warning/genre; a toxic heeseung 💀. 0.9k words.

masterlist.

your eyes slowly flutter opened as you feel movement beside you on the bed, the warm arms and legs that were wrapped around you no longer there. turning your head to the side, you can make out a blurry silhouette of heeseung in the darkness, gathering his clothes from the floor and slipping them on one by one. judging by the lack of light outside your window, it was no doubt still night time so you’re curious as to why he had gotten up already.

“morning doll, did i wake you?”

“it’s okay...” you sit up on the bed to try and get a better look him, your hand immediately grabbing onto the sheets to cover your bare chest, “you’re leaving hee? what time is it?”

“it’s 2am but i have some things to deal with. go back to sleep.”

what things did he need to deal with at a time like this?

leaving him to continue dressing, you reach over for your phone to see a couple of missed calls from eunji and one new message from an unsaved number.

NEW MESSAGE 1:40AM (FROM: UNKNOWN NUMBER)

hey it’s yeonjun 😅 hope i didn’t creep you out so much that you ran off. jokes aside, i hope you got home safely. give me a call sometime, i’d love to take you out.

a smile unknowingly forms on your lips after reading the cute message from the handsome boy you met at the club. apart of you felt bad for leaving him so out of the blue, probably confusing the poor thing when he didn’t find you at the bar. he was nice after all, so maybe, just maybe you’d give him a text back later.

“eunji texting you?” heeseung suddenly asks you, the man slowly making his way over.

“ah no, yeonjun texted me,” you blurt out without much thought, only to see an instant change in heeseung’s face upon hearing that name. you’re not sure about the two men’s history but it’s obviously not a good one.

“you gave him your number?” his face is stone cold at this point, irritation very evident in his tone and you’re unsure why. he looked fine a moment ago but now he suddenly looks irritated, his brows furrowed and lips tightly pressed together.

“no... eunji must’ve given it to him. he was just worried about my whereabouts,” you figured with how tense heeseung had gotten, it was better to leave out what the second half of the text said.

you’ve only known heeseung for a short while but you could definitely tell when he’s unhappy. and this was it. his usual prince charming aura was no longer there, instead replaced with a 6ft man with a gaze so threatening that you’re sure no one would dare approach.

however, even this him was so ridiculously hot.

“are you going to message him back?” your fuck buddy is now standing on the side of the bed, staring down at you with such darkened eyes. although you’re slightly taken back, you can’t seem to look away from him. there’s just something so captivating about heeseung’s eyes that always draws you in no matter when or where. even now.

“i- i was just going to tell him that i got home safely.”

you let out a gasp as heeseung reaches out to grab your chin, his thumb now softly pressing down onto your bottom lips as his eyes stayed on you. the man watches you for a few moments, his gaze trailing from your lips to your chest that struggled to hide underneath the blanket.

“choi yeonjun isn’t good for you doll,” heeseung coos at you, his voice so low and husky that you immediately feel things, things you’ve only ever felt for lee heeseung.

“heeseung...”

“say my name again.”

“heeseung-”

your breath hitches as he leans down out of the blue, his lips now hovering just slightly above yours. he is so close that you could feel his soft breaths against your cheeks, the thought of him kissing you already driving you insane. you know he’s just teasing you and unfortunately, it seems to be working in his favour at this point.

the man gently pushes you onto the bed with his hand, laying you down against the soft sheets before moving to hover over your body. he doesn’t give you time to say anything, immediately capturing your lips with his, kissing you like he had been left hungry for days on end.

“you really drive me crazy, doll, and i don’t even know why.”

your body almost crumbles under his soft touches, the coldness of his fingers on your skin feels like an explosion of fireworks all over your body. and that’s just from him simply touching you.

“heeseung...” you’re already a breathless mess, your back naturally arching up against his body, impatient for more of him.

“look at you...” he whispers into the crook of your neck, his lips leaving behind a trail of sweet kisses on your skin, “you’re such a good girl for me.”

“but hee- don’t you need to leave now?” you probe up on your hands to look at him, the thought of his words before still in the back of your mind, “you said you needed to go deal with something?”

“narh,” the man smirks, his lips swooping in to kiss you but with much more force this time, ultimately pushing you back onto the pillow, “i’m good right here. for now.”

end.

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ok my kind of angst is being his ex and you dated for a while but then suddenly broke up nearing the end of tour. But when you were together maybe you were working on a scrapbook and were planning on giving it to him the morning of the last show😔 a whole book photographed from your perspective for him to remember this little journey😔 this truly became your passion project and the thought of giving it to him made you so excited, but now you’re broken up😔 a few days before the final show you find it in your bedroom and you decide to look through it and all those memories come flooding back😔 you decide there to finish the book with no intention of giving it to him but feeling like it needs to be finished😔you sit on your bedroom floor gluing the finishing pieces and after a wave of emotion just crashes through you you’re like….fuck it….I need to go to Italy. You pack probably 2 outfits and jump on the first flight out. You text a friend and find out where he’s staying, and you’re knocking on his door at nearly 2am. You know how extremely insane and irrational going there is, but there was something just pulling you there😔 when he groggily opens the door he’s just in pure shock and full of emotion, barely getting words out saying “What are you….how….you’re here….” Real life is starting to set in once again and you’re brain is like why the fuck did you come here, but you blurt out “I got you a gift. For your last show” and now he’s even more confused but he’s telling you to come inside😔 When you’re both fully in the room you say “I’ve been working on this for months, I always planned to give it to you before the last show….but then…..” and he’s taking the book from you looking through it and he says “You made this for me?” and you shake your head yes and he says “This is amazing, thank you” genuinely in awe😔 and you’re delusional brain is just like “Well I better get going” and when you start to walk out he’s like “Woah woah woah” and grabs your arm and says “There’s no way in hell you flew all the way here to give me a gift and then leave” and when he says that out loud you realize that no, you did not in fact just fly here for the gift. You flew here because you’re still in love with him and couldn’t bare to not be here for him during this time. But of course you say “Yea I just thought you’d like to have that, so now I should leave” and he starts laughing because he sees how ridiculous you’re being. He knows you both still love each other and he knows you both play these types of games but will never flat out admit you should be together😔 He’d say “The book is beautiful, but I’d be very offended if that was the only reason you showed up to my hotel room at 2 in the morning”😔 and you’d say “I don’t know why I’m here Harry” and he’d walk towards you while saying “I know exactly why you’re here” and when you don’t speak he’d say “Do you know how many times I almost asked you to come? We’re both stubborn as fuck and selfishly I am so happy you decided not to be right now”😔 at this point he’d pull you into him and have a hand on the sides of your neck😔 you ask “What does this mean?” And he’d say “I need you here….we don’t have put a meaning on this now but…” and he’s drawing his his knuckle up and down your cheek now😔 he’d finish saying “All I know is that I need you here” and you’d finally give into him and wrap your arms around him so tight😔😔😔 the rest of the night would be wrapped up in bed hugging whispering sweet nothings of how much you missed each other😔 you’re not back together but you know at some point you both need to admit you’re each others person😔 You’d go to the show and all of his friends and family would pretend to be shocked you’re there, but they all know you’re it for him😔 At the after party is when he finally kisses you for the first time since before the breakup😔 thanking you over and over😔 and in bed that night he’d joke and say “I can’t believe you tried to convince me you flew here to give me a fucking scrapbook…” and you smack his chest but also laugh because wtf were you thinking

OHHHHHHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GODDDIJFBHHRJFNBHJ THIS IS LITERALLY A WHOLE FIC IM OBSESSSEDDDJFHBHFJCHV WHAT THE FUCKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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vyliie · 8 months

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'tis the damn season

pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader

tags: angst, cheating, kinda suggestive at the middle, hurt, comfort/hurt, affair

a/n: hii i hope you liked thiss, so sorry for the delay, i wrote the first draft of this and accidentally deleted it, but i wrote a better one instead hehe (i keep deleting things idk why) also guess how many taylor songs are there in the story hehe enjoyyy <3

"hey babe," you looked up to see ethan, grinning taking a seat beside you on the couch. "hey," you smiled, snuggling up to him. "how was hanging out with chad?" you asked, drawing little invisible circles on his chest. "great, couldn't stop thinking about you though," he chuckled, running his hand through your hair. "couldn't stop thinking about you too even though i've been staying at home all day," you laugh. dating ethan had been one of the most magical things you have experienced. sure you had fights, screaming and fighting, cursing his name at 2AM, walking out but ending up kissing in the rain.

"oh that reminds me, i have something for you," ethan grinned and stood up, disappearing into the bedroom. you followed him into the bedroom, seeing him rummage through his bag. he pulled out a small black box, spotting you at the doorframe, he smiled at you and patted the empty space on the bed next to him. "what is it?" you asked, as you took a seat. "open it," he replied, handing the box to you. "oh eth," you gasp, opening the box and seeing a gold chain with the letter 'e'. "i-i know it sounds like possessiveness over you or something or like calling you mine but..." ethan took a deep breath, "it's because i know you," he says, looking deeply into your eyes. you couldn't help but smile, "well you do really know me," you chuckle. "it's okay if you like- not wear it or anything," he says nervously. "it's total-" you cut him off by crashing your lips with his. "i love it so much eth, i'd wear this every single day and i'd never take it off, ever." you mumble against his lips, attaching your foreheads together.

"really?" he whispered. "really," you said before kissing him. "now help me put this on," you grin, breaking apart the kiss. ethan's smile widened, delicately taking the necklace from the box and clasping it behind you. "you're so gorgeous," ethan breathed out, looking at the necklace sitting neatly on your chest. you smile at him, capturing your lips with him. "i love you so much," you whisper, placing a hand on his cheek. ethan leaned into your touch, caressing your hand with his. "i love you too," he smiled, before kissing you again. "promise me one thing," you whispered as you both pulled away. "what is it?" he asked. "promise me that you won't leave," you looked at him. he took your face with both of his hands. he looked you in the eye and said, "i would never go away, okay? i'm here to stay. i will be here every single day until the end i will be by your side,". he smiled at you, kissing you again and pinning you against the bed. you squealed in laughter as he attacked your face with kisses. "i promise i won't leave," he mumbles, his curly hair tickled against your skin, peppering every skin he can see with kisses.

but unfortunately, things always come to an end, and you both fell apart. long were gone the nights full of whispered empty promises, and plans for a future that will never be reached. no more dancing in refrigerator lights, leaving your scarves during autumn at his sister's house, staying up late and sleeping late with him. both of you no longer thought that you were timeless, reading each other's love letters every single night. no longer had you thought that his love was golden, like daylight. because it was just a sad, yet beautiful tragic.

tis the damn season when you decided to spend your holidays back in your hometown after three years in LA. you have also decided to bring your boyfriend to meet your parents. you parked your car in a mini mart's parking lot, intending to buy snacks for your 3-hour-long drive back home. "d'you wanna come with me?" you ask, unbuckling your seatbelt. "yeah sure," jack says, unbuckling his own and getting out of the car. you both entered the store, after taking a basket you hurriedly went to the snack aisle, and took both of your favorite snacks. your eye caught your favorite snack, and seeing it was the only one on the shelf, you took it but unfortunately, another hand had decided to grab it also.

"oh no you can have it i'm sorry," an all too familiar voice said. your heart skipped a beat, recognizing that voice even if three years had passed you haven't really forgotten it. "ethan?" you gasp, looking up at him. he looked different, more handsome than before. he still had his curly hair, but he was taller, more leaner. ethan smiled, "y/n, it's great to see you, didn't really recognize you," he laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. it was a lie, he recognized you the first time he'd heard your voice from another aisle. "what are you doing here? i thought you were back home?" you asked. "oh, i- i left home two months after you did because um... yeah,"

"oh," you say, a sudden suspicion growing inside of you. "and you decided to travel home today?" you asked. ethan sensing your suspicion immediately answered. "no it- it's not what you think, mindy invited me to her christmas party you see- and i missed my sister so..." he trailed off. you could feel the redness spread all across your cheeks as you realized, an awkward silence passing through the both of you. thankfully it was broken by your boyfriend jack, "hey babe, i'm adding this," he says dropping a bag of gummy worms on the basket. sensing the tension between the two of you, he asked. "is everything okay here?", eyes darting between the both of you. "is he bothering you?" he asked you, a concerned look in his eye. "oh no- we were just talking, he's an old friend of mine you see," you say gesturing at ethan. you saw him raise an eyebrow at the corner of your eye but you ignored it and kept talking. "we were just catching up," you smiled at him. "oh and who's this friend of yours," jack asked. "oh yeah right- um jack, this is ethan- ethan, this is jack," you said, introducing each other. funny, ex-boyfriend and boyfriend meeting each other at a snack aisle in a mini-mart. "nice to meet you man," jack said, holding out his hand for ethan to shake. "likewise," ethan smiled, shaking his hand. "so how long have you guys been dating?" ethan asked. "four months," jack said proudly. he glanced at you, his smile faltering a bit before turning back at jack. "well i hope you two the best," he said. "thanks," jack smiled at him before turning to you. "hey i think i found some drinks at the back d'you want me to get it for you?" he asked. "yeah sure, no problem," you said, tucking your loose hair behind your ear. you and ethan waited for jack to disappear into another aisle before turning to each other.

"boyfriend huh?" he asked, eyes roaming all over your body, his eyes lingering on the small 'e' sitting neatly on your chest. you squirmed at the intensity of his gaze, pressing your lips and saying. "yeah- we um, met at work," you smile. he nods. you yearned to wrap your arms around him, to whisper in his ear that everything was going to be okay when it simply wasn't. "tell me," you hear him say, he took a step towards you, and another, and another, til you were basically nose to nose. you could smell his perfume which was still the same three years ago. your skin tingled as you felt his fingers graze on your skin, taking the small 'e' from your chest. you fought so hard to resist the urge to grab the collar of his shirt and kiss him and have you scream his name then and there badly. he leaned in and whispered in your ear, "does he know you well as much as i do?". you could feel his lips against your ear, feeling his breath against your skin. and your body was frozen, part of you wanted to push him off and part of you wanted him to continue.

his lips grazed down your ear right down to your jaw. he kissed it softly. you couldn't help but part your lips in a gasp, you had seriously missed the feeling of his lips on your skin. his other hand gripped your hip as he continued, sucking and biting down at your neck. you threw your head back, not able to resist him. "eth," you whimper. it was like your voice hit like a train and you immediately stepped back, heart pounding in your ears loudly. "i- i'm sorry, i have a boyfriend," you breathed out, "and we shouldn't be doing this, fuck," you whisper, running a hand through your hair. your heart screamed for you to run back to him, to hug him, to kiss him. but your brain says otherwise. "um- i have to go," you say, taking the basket. "it- it was nice meeting you," you nodded slightly. it pained you to see ethan's broken expression, it took everything in you to not cry as you blinked fast to suppress the tears.

"you okay?" jack asked once you met him at the register, seeing your down face. "yeah- just remembered something," you smile at him. after checking out, you got out of the store and immediately went inside the car. "d'you mind if you drive today?" you asked him. "yeah sure no problem," he grinned at you and kissed the top of your forehead. "anything for you, princess," you smiled at him before entering the car, you leaned and stared out the window as both of you drove off in silence.

"oh my gods y/n!" anika, one of your closest friends squealed. she ran up to you and hugged you. "holy shit you look so good! how are you!" she asked. you couldn't help but smile, you had missed anika. "hey girl, i missed you, i'm good- how are you- how's everyone?" you ask. "aww i missed you too, come on let's get inside, everyone's waiting for you," anika grinned.

"oh wait- are you jack? she asked, turning to jack who was getting out of the car. jack smiled politely and answered yes. "hmm, you seem a great guy, don't break her heart or i will have to deal with another broken-hearted y/n, god i still remember the last time- ow!" you had cut off anika by elbowing her on the ribs. "let's just get inside shall we?" you laughed nervously, widening your eyes at anika as some sort of warning. she just rolled her eyes and excitedly dragging you inside the house.

"look who's back!" anika announced once you entered the room. after a series of screaming, and kisses and hugs you finally settled down on a couch with jack sitting down next to you. "god i missed you guys so much," you beamed at them. "so y/n," tara started with a smirk on her face. "tell me about jack," she says sipping in her own glass of champagne. mindy, anika's girlfriend nodded. "oh my god's y/n you have to tell us simply everything!" you smile, at them, taking jack's hand and taking a deep breath, getting ready to tell the story. but before you opened your mouth, the doorbell rang. "oh that must be ethan and quinn, more people to hear about your story then," anika winked before getting up to greet them. after a minute, anika comes back into the room with ethan and quinn trailing behind them.

and oh my gods, ethan looked absolutely fucking gorgeous. with his white long sleeves half-buttoned, you could see his abs. he no longer looked like an awkward kid that you met back in college, he looked more confident, more charming. you could feel something in you ignite, you wanted to unbutton his whole polo and rip it off his body while you kissed him ferociously like a wild animal. you could see your boyfriend at the corner of your eye, realizing what you had just thought of, you just shook your head and stood up to hug quinn. "hey, i missed you," you smiled at quinn, hugging her tightly. "really great! i missed you too!" she grins. "i think he misses you too," she whispered in your ear looking at ethan.

your eyes both connected, you could feel your heart beat faster. everyone was staring at the both of you now, there was silence all around the room. you felt awkward, and remembering what happened back at the mini-mart a few days ago made you want a hole to appear you and swallow you whole. "um," you started. "we met a few days ago back at that mini-mart but welcome back i guess?'' you laugh awkwardly, opening your arms as a gesture to hug him. he wrapped your arms around you, tightly. you missed his hugs so much that you did not hesitate to hug him back tightly. there was an ache in his hug that was put there by the ache in you. before it could get suspiciously long, you pulled away from him, already missing the warmth of his arms. you could see the longing in his eyes, but you looked away, glancing at everyone in the room. everyone was still staring at the both of you but anika and quinn had a small smirk plastered on their faces.

thankfully sam popped in, breaking the silence. "dinner's ready guys," she smiled. and just like that, the excited chatter came back. you walked into the dining room with jack, seeing anika assign seats. unfortunately, you were assigned to sit between jack and ethan. you could see anika's white smirk as she assigns you. you loved anika with your whole heart but right now you just want to slap her left and right.

it kept everything in you to stop brushing your arm with ethan's as you ate dinner. the chatter and the laughter all throughout dinner made you forget what had happened back at the living room. "so jack," mindy started as dessert was being served. you groan quietly, knowing mindy was going to interrogate him. "how much do you know about us? i have to make sure you're not a serial killer or something," mindy asked. jack cleared his throat. "well... i know you guys a bit i guess... i just know your names and stuff..." he says. "weird how y/n didn't mention ethan though, he seems pretty close with you all," he says, glancing at you. and once again, all eyes were on you. "really y/n? you haven't mentioned your old friend to your boyfriend?" ethan raised an eyebrow. you opened your mouth but there was no sound that came out. you glance at ethan then at jack, "he uh- i just forgot... i tend to forget things you know," you chuckle awkwardly.

"oh," was all jack said before his phone lit up with a ding. "oh he's here," jack said, staring at his phone. "who's here?" you asked. "steven, we're going out tonight, he's an old friend of mine you see," he explained standing up from his chair. "you didn't mention you were going out," you said quietly, feeling disappointed. "i'm sorry baby, i'll make it up to you i promise," he said, kissing your forehead. "i'll leave you guys to catch up, i'll see you later at home, love you bye," he says and left the room.

there was a small silence around the table, but once they heard the front door close, you were bombarded with "break up with him" and "he's a red flag". "girl he didn't even say bye to us," tara said. "should've told you earlier he was going out," chad rolled his eyes. "he's a jerk, leave him," mindy agreed.

"guys- guys, i can't-" you said. "why not?" ethan asked quietly, meeting your eyes. "i-" you pressed your lips into a tight line. "he's- charming and sensible and incredible and he- he makes me comfortable," you reasoned out. "today's just- one of his days that's all," you said. but everyone was not buying it. "can we just- not talk about him, we're here to spend the holidays with each other not talk about my boyfriend," you said firmly. mindy shrugged, as if saying 'if you say so'

"so who wants vodka?"

you and the group had decided to go to a bar to let loose. you sat down on a couch after ordering a cocktail, silently watching your friends dance. "your boyfriend isn't here y'know," a voice beside you said over the loud music. you didn't need to turn your head to know who it was. you scoffed, taking a sip of your cocktail. the two of you just sat in silence until you finished your cocktail. "what's something really strong here?" you ask as you turn to face ethan. "i think vodka," he answered, taking a swig at his beer. "mkay," was all you said before heading towards to order shots

"five shots of vodka please," you say to the bartender while sitting on a stool. "rough night huh?" he asked, lining the shot glasses. "very," you say as you downed a shot, it felt like fire going through your throat. "have you ever experienced like- going back in your hometown with your boyfriend for like months and then meeting your ex-boyfriend, who you are still sexually and romantically attracted to you and your friends keep saying that you should break up with your boyfriend because he's a red flag when in reality he isn't, he's super nice like you should've seen how he talks business with my father and he's close to my mother and he's charming and endearing and i'm comfortable with him but i miss my ex, i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, i miss being with him but i feel really bad for my current boyfriend because he's really really cool and i like him and i don't wanna break his heart and fuck- i'm ranting to a stranger again," you said in one breath.

"you should probably break up with your current boyfriend," a woman in her late 30s piped up, "i mean- if you and your ex are still sexually and romantically attracted to each other why don't you both try to work it out with him again," she says, taking a sip in her drink. you downed your third shot, "but like our breakup is like, clean or something," you whine. "is it?" the woman raised an eyebrow behind her glass. you sigh, "well no, i told him to fuck off,"

"yeah well maybe you should try to fix things up with him first and break up with your boyfriend," the woman suggested. you smile, feeling grateful at the woman's advice. "thank you," you say. "oh no problem, men right?" she chuckled before leaving the counter. you sigh, ordering another set of shots.

you came back to the couch a little later, feeling a little tipsy. "woah there," ethan helped you sit on the couch. "you okay?" he asked, concerned. "yeah i'm fine eth," you slurred, waving an arm in front of him. "you're drunk,"

"you're drunk too,"

"not more than you, god how many shots have you taken," ethan scrunched his nose, looking at you. "a little," you giggle. "oh gods a little sounds so funny i don't know why," you start to giggle again. your eye spotted a group of people dancing, to loud music. you immediately stood up, and grabbed ethan's hand shouting, "come on dance with me!" you grin as you drag him to the dance floor. "it's like old times," you grin as you wrap your arms around his neck, hips swaying to the beat. you see him still frozen in place, "oh come on- loosen up, like you said, my boyfriend isn't here." you said.

ethan's hand snakes around your waist as he pulls you closer, not once breaking eye contact with you. he couldn't just resist you, not especially seeing you in that red dress that hugged your frame completely. "does he compliment you the way you look?" he asked, tightening the grip on you hip. "he only said i looked good tonight, but it's not as good as yours," you say. "i know you'd rip it off my body the first time you see me wearing it, but you'd resist the urge because we're going to some event or a meet out but when we arrive home you just couldn't simply help it and rip my dress apart and ruin me and make me scream til my voice gives out and i couldn't walk for weeks," you whisper in his ear, hips still swaying on beat.

"be careful of what you say, y/n because it might literally happen to you tonight," he growls, leaning in so close that your lips were centimeters to his. "what if i want it to happen," you whisper, your fingers tangling itself in his hair. he stared at you for a few moments before crashing his lips with yours. fuck you missed the feeling of his lips, those soft and pink ones that she loved so much. both of you broke off the kiss and ethan dragged you into a more isolated place.

"eth," you whimpered as he pinned you against the wall. his hand snaked its way through the back of your legs and right down at the hem of your dress as he peppered your neck with kisses. you wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts your leg, hand going further to your inner thighs. he kissed you desperately, teeth clashing together. "fuck i missed you," he whispered between kisses, nibbling on your lower lip. "i missed you too oh fuck-" you gasp, feeling his finger hook at the garter of your panties. "should i rip or take them off," he whispered. "rip," you replied, but before he can rip them off, his phone started ringing. the both of you jumped, feeling as if you had worn off a spell that enchanted the both of you. "um, you should- you should go take it," you said, smoothing out your wrinkled skirt.

"it's um- it's your boyfriend,"

"shit," jack laid back down on the bed panting. he looked at you, "told you i'd make it up to you," he grinned. his idea of making up to you was fucking you, but only to his own pleasure which always leaving you unsatisfied. you only smiled at him, you liked him, you were happy with him but you felt nothing. you could feel him doze off, while you stared at the ceiling in the darkness. four years ago, you could still remember ethan laying beside you after a great date. ethan. then suddenly, an idea popped into your head. you immediately took your phone, quickly firing a text to him.

y/n

u up?

you waited for a reply, mind racing. after a minute, you were seriously considering deleting the message and going back to sleep. but you felt your phone flash and vibrate, you immediately opened it.

ethan

yeah why whats up

y/n

can i crash into your place tonight, but if i cant we can just drive around yk

ethan

no it's okay, i'll send you my location, room 208 second floor.

y/n

alr be there in ten

you turned off your phone as you looked at jack's sleeping form. you slowly woke him up with a shake, "hey baby," you whisper. "hmm?" he groaned groggily. "i'll be going to anika's, is it okay for you?" you whisper at him. "at this time?" he asked. "it's kinda our tradition you know like doing late night drives and stuff like that," you lied. "alright, be safe- i love you," he says, taking your face and peppering it with kisses. you giggle, "alright- alright i love you too," you laugh trying to take his hands off from your face. "think of me will you?" you felt a pang of guilt for this sweet boy, while you were out with your ex-boyfriend he was here thinking of you. still, you managed to smile a bit saying. "i will," you whisper before leaving the house and firing a quick text to anika to cover up for you if jack asks where you were.

you parked your car at the parking lot of his apartment, you immediately ran up the stairs, counting the numbers on the door. finally you found room 208, you took a deep breath before knocking. you heard scuffling before you see ethan opening the door with a smile. "hi," you breathed out, grinning. "hey," he replied. his hair disheveled, and stuck up in all places and he was wearing a baggy shirt and shorts and god how you missed seeing him dress like this. you hesitated no further as you immediately crashed your lips with his, your hand found its way to his jaw while your other one tangled itself in his hair, gripping it as if you were holding on for dear life.

he pinned you against the door, closing it with a slam. his mouth traveled right down at your neck, sucking and nipping on it. "no hickeys please," you managed to whisper at him. he only hummed against your neck, before changing spots and started sucking on your pulse point. you were going to regret it tomorrow but your only focus right noq was ethan, and you let yourself go and drown yourself in him.

you regretted nothing.

you woke up with your body sore but you're somehow happy, you hadn't felt like this in a long time in forever. you glanced at ethan who was sleeping peacefully with an arm draped around you. you watched him sleep, smile etched on your face. your mind wandering whether you should break up with jack, and what would be your friends' reaction especially anika. oh shit anika. you had just remembered you texted anika to cover up for you, knowing her she would've spammed you and called you many times the moment she checks her phone. you immediately sat up, trying to find your phone on the bedside table but it wasn't there.

ethan groaned, he was woken up by your sudden movement. "babe?" he asked groggily, his voice deeper than usual. "shit did i wake you up? i'm sorry, go back to sleep," you panicked. "no it's okay, i think i got enough sleep for today anyway," he chuckled. you smile warmly at him, "i think my phone's somewhere here, i'll be right back,"

you stood up, trying to find your phone. finally you had found it under the bed, how it got there however, was a total mystery to you. you opened your phone to see 27 missed calls from anika and 58 unread messages from her.

anikaaa

GIRL WTF DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE WITH ETHAN RN AND COVER YOU UP HUH

answer me pls help

should i be worried that you're with ethan

holy shit are you hooking up w him 😨

NO WAY IF YOU ARE

i mean ive been rooting for this since idk but HOLY SHIT BRO

HOE ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE!!!!

y/n

gm hi

yeah im w him rn pls dont say anything to anyone 🙏

you sigh as you turned off your phone. putting it on the bedside table and sitting down the bed, where ethan was still laying down and staring at you. "everything okay?" he asked you. "yeah it's just anika i asked her to cover up for me," you said. he nodded. "you should get out of bed you know," you smile at him. "don't want to," he groans. "come sleep with me til afternoon," he whines, taking your wrist and grabbing you into his arms so you were trapped.

you squeal as he practially dragged you and caged you with his arms. not that you're complaining anyway. "eth," you giggle, "i have to go sometime later,"

"i know, just let me cuddle with you," he said, nuzzling his face in your neck. "ethan, can we do this again this weekend?" you ask. "my doors are always open sweetheart," he smirked, kissing you. and you both continued to it, meeting behind malls, in parking lots, libraries, everywhere. you still spent some time with jack, watching movies with him, going on dates with him but you'd always go back to ethan every night, promising you'd break up with jack.

but you never did. there was only one week left of your vacation right before you leave for LA again, and you were meeting up ethan at a diner. both of you were halfway through your steak, "i think we should end this," you blurted out. ethan chuckled, "yeah right," he looked up at you smiling. the smile quickly faded from his face as he saw your serious expression. "seriously?"

you looked down, feeling guilty and nodded. "but- but you promised!" he exclaimed. "promises are meant to be broken eth," you mutter quietly that he could barely hear it. "why?" his voice broke, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "it- it's hard to explain," you said. "oh so it's hard to explain why we should end this shit and so easy to just come and fuck me up?" he asked sarcastically.

"you know damn well we'd ruin ourselves just for each other a million little times ethan," you snapped, you could feel the mascara running down your cheek. you hurriedly wiped it away with a tissue. a silence ensued for the both of you. you gulped, "i love jack..."

ethan shook his head. "no- no you told me you loved me," he said. "you promised me you'd break up with him!". all you could do was smile at him sadly, while tears were flowing down your cheeks.

he closes his eyes and let his tears fall, "don't do this to me please," he said voice breaking. "eth," you whispered, taking his hand. your heart was slowly shattering into pieces seeing ethan's pained expression. "don't- just... don't-" he says withdrawing his hand from yours. "i'm sorry, i have to do this, i can't break his heart-" you tried to explain.

"but you can break mine," he stated. "ethan-" you began. "no- fuck i shouldn't have gotten my hopes up," he whispered to himself.

"well congratu-fucking-lations now go marry jack because he's the right one for you isn't he?" he said, voice shaking. "i'm here y/n- i'm here, i treat you better than anyone could but why him?"

"ethan- i can't," you sobbed. you stared at his eyes, which was full of sadness and pain and anger and you just wanted to hug him and to tell him to let it all out. but you were the one causing those emotions.

he was completely devastated. he thought you both had something special. turns out it was just some affair. he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up, now his heart is breaking into a million pieces.

you took a deep shaky breath. "i'm sorry eth- i really am... i just- i'm sorry," you whisper, tears flowing down your cheeks as you tried to wipe them again and again. "just don't ever contact me ever again," he says coldly. and just like that he disappeared from your life.

a/n: wtf did I just wrote 😨

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ca-kie · 2 years

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it’s summer ✿ steve harrington

❀ [1.8k] best friend!steve harrington x fem!reader ✎.ೃ࿐ ˖♡ Every summer is hell. Both physically, and mentally. It's hot, and you still can't help but stay in your room all day. Right now, it's late, really late, and you're having another night-time descent to depression. You need someone with you, so who's best to call but your best friend? Wait- no- sorry! Nevermind... ╰┈➤ angst (also hurt/comfort?), fluff, implied suicidal ideation (if you've been thru it, you'll see it), descriptions of an anxiety attack, symptoms of depression, best friends to lovers !! , reader is implied to be shorter than steve and can wear his sweaters (doesnt say how it fits them tho!)

a/n: HI so this is actually my first fic uhmmmm!! i've based this fic a little on my own experiences with staying up late bc of anxiety, depression, all that jazz—and if at any point you feel triggered, its completely okay to click off! if i've missed any warnings pls dont hesitate to comment! same goes for things i could improve on! ALSO!! GUYS REBLOGGING HELPS A TON!! IT GETS WRITERS MORE REACH N STUFF!!!

a/n 2: i edited a bit lol

also! you do not have permission to translate/post this onto other websites, tumblr is my only posting site as of now, and i will inform yall if i ever decide to add another.

It should be playful splashes of water, and half-melted popsicles to beat the heat. Water balloon fight filled days, and picnics in the park. Stargazing in the cool of the night, and tired heads resting on shoulders. Where sweets and junk food replace heavy textbooks and tossed aside essays.

Yet, it’s 4 seconds in, and 4 seconds out. It’s, “5 things you can see, 4 you can touch…” It’s sleepless nights filled with loneliness and anxiety. It’s dried-out tears on your cheeks as you stare at the dark of your wall. You can’t close your eyes without the intrusion of no-good-thoughts. You can’t keep them open without feeling like your lungs are closing in on themselves. You’re too scared to sleep, dreading having to battle through another, repetitive and emotionally-exhausting day. You just want it to stop.

‘Splash some water on your face to ground yourself’ your mom had told you. But as soon as you open your eyes, patting away leftover droplets, your gaze drifts over to the bathtub. A bucket of water, filled to the brim. You’re tired, everything is too much and you just need a break. The cold prickles against your fingertips, gliding smoothly as you draw patterns. Plugging your nose, you dip your head in; coming back up with a sense of refreshed-ness. Albeit, short-lived, but refreshing none-the-less. You find yourself chasing that feeling.

A soft stream of water…

Plop

Plip

Plop

Plip

You gasp, running to turn off the sink faucet. The stopper had somehow broken, and plugged up the sink. Fortunately, only a small puddle had formed during your reverie. God, you’d be dead meat if your mom found out you’d accidentally flooded the bathroom at 2am. After getting a rug to clean up your mess, you take a look at the mirror. Your swollen eyes had calmed down after being soaked with ice-cold water. You had as well.

Not ready to go back to the dark confines of your bedroom, you sat down on the closed toilet seat. Only now, do you realize what you were thinking about whilst zoned out. And, god, did it scare you. Your breathing got more ragged, shallow, and all your senses were heightened. You were home alone.

Alone.

Again.

The vent was getting too loud, and the lights too bright. The bathroom mat beneath you more spiky than soft. Knives were running through your heart. Tears were threatening to fall, and you wanted to crawl out of your skin. Everything was getting so uncomfortable. You just wanted to shed like a snake and float away into the night; carried by the wind to faraway places. You needed something to ground you. Tell you that you’re okay. And by instinct, your feet led you to the kitchen phone. Dialing the oh-so-familiar digits that you knew by heart. You fidgeted with the phone cord, focusing on the swirly loops going through your fingers.

Doooot, doooot.

Click

A faint ruffle, then a sleep-dowsed voice spoke, “Hello…?”

You waited a few seconds to respond, processing the fact that Steve actually answered. You didn’t expect anyone to pick up at this time. Especially not him. A small whisper followed, meek and lined with unspoken apologies, “Hi.” “Y/n? Shit- Are… are you okay?” Steve could hear the sadness in your voice, the emptiness and longing for comfort. His heart broke a little at the thought of you going through this again. He knows about the many sleepless nights you go through, mind racing with terrible thoughts, “Wait, I- no- That was a stupid question, do you-” You panicked. Feeling bothersome because you had awoken Steve from his slumber; guilty knowing how much he needs it. “Uhm- I… Can you…” A deep breath in, “nevermind, I’m-sorry-I-woke-you-up-bye.” You spurt out quickly, putting the phone back without waiting for an answer and running back up the stairs.

Back to your blanket pile of pathetic-ness. Because that’s what you are, right? Just a pile of pathetic-ness who always bothers those around them with their problems.

He probably hates you now. Called him up at 3am for nothing? You’re so needy. He can probably tell that you’re fucking obsessed with him. Your friendship will probably go downhill from here. And that's all your fault. You stuffed your face into your pillow. Just wanting the night to end. The ticking from your clock is the only thing that can be heard, besides your breathing and the occasional night breeze. You sigh, and focus on the ticking sound to push any negative thoughts away. Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Ti– Plink!

… Plink!

Plink! You sprang up from your bed. That isn’t your clock ticking anymore. And it’s coming from the window. Cautiously, you grab the closest solid object near you, ready to chuck at whatever’s outside the glass. You swish your curtains aside and… Steve? Your brows furrow as you take him in; clad in plaid pajama pants and a gray pullover, backpack in his hand, pebbles in the other. He sighs in relief when your figure appears in the window. As soon as you hung up on him, he sprinted to his car, grabbing a few things along the way. He knew you were having another bad night, and it stung his heart—of which you hold—remembering how quiet and shaky your voice sounded. He yells as loud as he can at 3am, “Y/n! Can I come up?” Shock and confusion makes up your expression, blinking a few times before nodding and opening your window. Steve being Steve, he climbs up with ease, kicking off his shoes before engulfing you in a big, bear hug. Your face trembles, your emotions coming back to you all at once. He pulls back, grabbing his backpack and bringing out his maroon sweater to put on you. Oh, that sweater.

He knows how much you love it, despite actively denying it. Steve pulls you back into him, your head buried in his shoulder and you cry, “Shh, sweetheart. Let it all out, you’re not alone anymore… I’m here,” he mumbles into your hair, stroking your head comfortingly. His overwhelming affection made you cry even more, which made him hug you tighter.

A few minutes pass, and you’ve moved to your bed. Steve tidied your room up, taking dirty dishes downstairs, and swiftly coming back up with a glass of water, “Drink.”

When you’re done he places it on your bedside table, and cups your face in his hands, analyzing it, “What’s wrong? Or are you not ready to talk about it? I mean, that’s totally okay, we can just lay in bed or whatever.” You give him an appreciative, tight-lipped smile, and gesture to him to lay beside you. Your voice comes out a bit raspy as you thank him, “Steve… I don’t know how to explain to you how grateful I am for you to be such an amazing…” Sniff, “friend… Uhm– I don’t know what I’d do without you, honest.”

Steve smiles, and pulls you in for another hug; your head on his chest. He hopes you can’t hear how fast his heart is beating, and you hope he can’t feel yours, “‘Course poppet. Anything for you.” Your heart skips a beat at the innocent confession, he meant that in a platonic way—and you’re just emotionally vulnerable, right now… Right…? You push your feelings aside, which are probably deceiving you. You look up at him, but he’s already looking at you. You think you can see blush rise to his cheeks as he looks away embarrassed, you tease, “Like the view, Harrington?” Unconsciously, he squirms under your gaze and rolls his eyes, “Aren’t you supposed to be, like, sad right now?” Playfully, you sit up with a ‘humph’, and turn away. You steal the whole blanket from him, “Okay,” before inhaling and letting out a cry reminiscent of a toddler’s. “Literally shut up.” Steve laughed, grabbing you by your waist and tickling you. You jump from his touch, but he pulls you back just as fast. His fingers press harder, and it makes you laugh even louder. Giggles and snickers turned your once sorrowful room into a place of pure joy. No longer was it filled with a sense of loneliness, but a fuller, happier feeling of love. Silly, teenage love.

As you both calm down, you feel warmth rise to your cheeks. Steve is redder than a tomato below you, at that you let out a small giggle. “What?” he asks, “Shit– my hair’s messed up isn’t it?” But that makes you laugh even more, which makes him laugh even more. You collapse into his chest, tired from all the emotions you’ve gone through tonight.

A beat or two passes, the both of you enjoying each other’s presence in silence. It was never awkward when things died down after some banter. Your eyes grow heavy, and you nuzzle closer to Steve’s neck. Leaving soft butterfly kisses that have him growing warmer underneath you, “Thank you Steve. M’grateful to have someone like you…” You brush your lips against his skin; too short to be considered an actual kiss, but lingers long enough to cross the platonic-romantic border. As you fall into your body’s pleas for slumber, a confession of romance tumbles out. Quick, and casual; as if it's said on the regular, which it isn’t. At that, you both freeze. Steve processes your words in his head, “You… what?” You’re quick to put up your defenses, not willing to be hurt again tonight by your own, reckless actions, “Okay, I– Uhm-well-I… I meant that platonically…?” your voice goes up at the end, making you cringe internally at how fake that sounded, “Shit– sorry, it’s just that-”

Quick to interrupt, a confession of his own slips out, “I-love-you-too.” And Steve can see the wave of relief immediately sweeping away your tensed shoulders. You smile up at him, and kiss the corner of his mouth. As much as he tries to fight it, a huge smile appears on his face. Full of genuine elation and adoration. Steve pulls you closer, boops your nose with his, and pecks your lips.

Pulling away, he tsks, “Don’ be a coward, poppet.” Which is immediately met with a punch to his arm, and a peck back.

You throw your arm over his chest, and he pulls the blanket up. Signs of day tickle the sky; indigo, berry blues, a touch of vermillion, finished with a faint sprinkle of stars. Your clock reads 4 AM, but you don’t care. You aren’t going to wake up alone. And you certainly won’t be getting through each day by yourself.

Gone are the constant grounding exercises, and puffy, red eyes; sleepless nights, and negative self-lies. They’re replaced with love-filled hugs, and endless tickles. Feeling loved on bad days, and tissue-caught sniffles. It’s late diner dates, and shared milkshakes. Subtle gazes, and trips to the lake.

It’s finally summer.

❀

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arospecbandgeek · 1 month

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The sillies have consumed me.

Give me your BlaireCrash + FlameBomb Hcs, and DONT hold back.

I haven't even posted abt FlameBomb yet, I guess your Hcs will be the first.

Take a spinning Ramsey as Payment :3333

“don’t hold back” “alr” writes a whole fucking essay worth at 2am

tw: SA, Abuse, Eating Disorders

Blairecrash + Flamebomb HCs

Blairecrash (Blaire x Fred)

The two met through tutoring. Blaire was failing history. Fred wanted to make some extra money.

Eventually some of the side talk turned into actual conversation, befriending each other.

Fred caught feelings first. Blaire was completely oblivious to this.

The two actually got together through a drunken confession. Fred picked up Blaire after she went to a bad party and was too intoxicated to drive.

He even carried her to the front door. Until she confessed. Then Fred dropped her in the grass out of shock.

Fred will make fun of his girlfriend for being “short” even though it’s only by a couple inches.

In reverse, Blaire will make fun of Fred for being less athletic than her.

Fred is teaching Blaire how to draw.

Blaire spoils Fred. A lot. Many of their dates are just shopping sprees.

Fred sucks at dancing. During homecoming, he was completely embarrassing. Blaire would roll her eyes and keep going anyway.

Would 100% fit that “He asked for no pickles!” meme.

Blaire has an entire crying fit whenever the dog dies in movies. No matter how many times Fred has to explain it’s just fiction, she’ll cry even harder.

Blaire’s favorite thing ever is My Little Pony. Any and all generations (Except the 5th one, ew). She keeps this a complete secret. No one knows except for Fred (who probably found out by opening one of her closets and seeing 300 toys)

She feels welcome to talk about My Little Pony, and even wake up early to watch reruns or play with some of the toys.

Fred doesn’t judge her for it. Finds it a bit weird, but loves her enough to go along with it.

Angst

Tanner McCroy is an abusive ex boyfriend of Blaire’s.

She was sextorted by him for a year or so. Blaire essentially did anything he wanted.

After Tanner got “bored” of her, they broke up and she was finally able to find someone else.

When Fred realized what happened, it made him angry. A type of angry that he’d never felt up until that day.

So angry that he got into his first school fight for it, punching Tanner square in the jaw.

The effects of Tanner never fully went away. Blaire developed PTSD from the events.

Fred wanted to do something, but beating up Tanner over and over again wasn’t going to fix the bottom line.

The only thing he could really do was be there to support her. No matter what.

Flamebomb (Flamethrower x Valeri)

less bc i don’t know val like that and i don’t want to get it wrong 😭

Val is a night owl and Flame is an early bird (Due to his practices being so early in the morning). This causes the following to happen:

On Friday nights, Flame will tend to fall asleep doing anything extraneous/ comfy past 1am. This tends to happen during cuddling. Val finds that adorable.

Speaking of cuddling, sometimes Flame plain sleeps on top of his girlfriend. On accident. Not in a cute cuddly way, but taking up half the bed type of way. Val refuses to move, making productive things more difficult. For example her trying to type on her phone would produce gibberish.

They go on mini crime sprees as dates sometimes. The occasional fire starts.

Like Blairecrash, they sometimes also wake up early to watch Saturday Morning Cartoons and rather cereal in bed, albeit different ones.

Angst

Tanner was also an ex of Val. The situation didn’t get as far as Blaire’s, but Val was SA’d.

Flame feels similar about Tanner as Fred does.

When Flamethrower witnessed Valeri’s bulimia first hand, his heart dropped into his stomach.

He tried to stay calm when confronting her about it, staying completely passive and not blaming her for anything. After a couple minutes of her being out of view he completely shut down.

Flame wished she didn’t have to suffer like that. That he could just snap his fingers and make her healthy again. That she’d just be okay. But things didn’t work like that. Things were much more complicated.

Bonus - Double Date HCs

These mostly get planned by Fred and Flame since they’re closer.

Despite being somewhat the opposite of each other, Blaire and Val get along very well.

Their first double date was to a laser tag game.

Everyone got really competitive.

For extra competition, Fred and Flame were on one team, and Blaire and Val were on another.

Fred is actually really good at laser tag, causing Blaire to get targeted and shot multiple times. Because of that, Blaire “swore revenge” on him.

That essentially just means stealing the food off his plate later on.

^ Val actual ended up doing this to Flame. He got flustered and this was all he could think about for the rest of the day.

After, they went to go pick up something to eat.

It took a million years for them to figure something out since no one was craving anything but was also picky of where they wanted to eat.

They ended up choosing a fast food joint. (Taiga Country’s In & Out equivalent)

Blaire ate half of Fred’s fries.

Unrelated to this, I’d like to think they went on another date where Val blew something up. She would go:

“Whoopsies! Well, anyways….”

And then Blaire would stare at the fire like this

#i have some prom hcs but that’s a whole can of worms i’m not prepared to open #epithet erased #ee #epithet erased au #fred donaldson #epithet erased fred #epithet erased flamethrower #blaire katchadorian (arospecbandgeek)#valeri potage (sadsoftserve)#bandgeek oc #bandgeek writings

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strangerthingslover69 · 1 year

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You really are a tease ~ part 1

Hopper + female reader

Warmings ~ swearing~

~ Eventual smut ~

You’d move into Hoppers cabin a few months ago, your dad had enough of you shit and called his his oldest friend chief Jim Hopper asking if you can stay with him, how could he say no? Despite the age gap you’ve always had thing thing for the chief. Living with him can be difficult but one evening you decide to make things more fun. If your daddy found out he would of never asked you move in

Two months ago:

‘That’s it! I’ve had enough of to it shit Y/N!’ You dad shouts as you stumble in at 2am drunk. He storms to the kitchen phoning someone, you too drunk to hear the words exchanged but they are short and sweet. He makes his way up to your room, you follow behind. He’s throwing your clothes into a suitcase. ‘W-what the hell daddy!’ You shout as you make your way over to him. He just continues to put your clothes in. ‘I told you the last time Y/N if you pull anymore stunts your out. You’re 25 fucking years old! I’m done.’ You dad shouts angrily at you. Your mum unable to speak in your bedroom doorway behind you with tears in her eyes. ‘You you can’t! W-where will I go?!’ You scream at him with tears rolling down your cheeks. Then sound of the doorbell makes you turn your head. Your dad zips up your suitcase taking it with him, he grabs your wrist dragging you down the stairs. You try to keep up and not fall. Your mum shouting behind telling your dad to be careful, he’s not listening. He’s done with you like he said. Your dad opens the door passing the person the suitcase. He pushes you towards them, ‘she’s all your Hop. I’m done. Thanks for this’ your dad says to Hopper. As your dad pushed you into Hopper you stumble over your suitcase falling to his chest. He steadies you up. ‘No problem Jack. I’ll look after her, keep her on the straight and narrow’ Hopper says grabbing your bag. The door shuts in your face. You hear him lock the door. ‘C’mon kid let’s go’ Hopper says making his way to the car. ‘Daddy, please! Please let me in’ you say crying and banging on the door. ‘I-I’m sorry. Please momma please!’ You see the lights before he turned off and you sink to the floor sobbing.

Hoppers put your suitcase in the back and comes to get you. You don’t fight back as he helps you to your feet. You stumble walking over to the car but don’t fall as Hopper holds you. He helps you in and leans over buckling you in closing the door and making his way to the drivers side. All the way to his cabin you just cry. As Hopper pulls in he turns to you and says, ‘look Y/N, I’m sure they’ll come around. But for now you’re staying with me. So that means you follow my rules. Okay?’ You don’t answer. He leans over and lifts your chin up with his hand, ‘Do you understand what I said?’ You look into his eyes, despite the fact it’s 3am and he’s clearly not happy to be here he has kind eyes. ‘I-I understand’ you reply in a quiet voice. He lets go of your chin, ‘good, let’s go in. We both need a good nights sleep’ he says exiting the car. You undo your seatbelt and open the door, you slowly get out making sure not to fall over. You follow Hopper to the door of his cabin, it looks nice. Once inside you glance around, your vision is a little blurred from crying a lot and being drunk still. But you can see there’s a living room, kitchen with a table and chairs, a door leading to what you assume is a bedroom and another room with just a curtain. ‘It’s not much but it does the trick’ Hopper says locking the door behind you and making his way to get a glass filling it with water, he gets some aspirin from the draw. ‘Take these. Then you need to get some sleep.’ He says giving your the drink and tablets, you take them giving a small nod. ‘This is where you can sleep’ he says putting your suitcase in the room behind the door. You make your way over looking around. You start to miss your own room filled with all of your things. You begin to cry again. ‘Hey Y/N, it will get better kid. Honest’ Hopper says putting his hand on your shoulder. You look up at him, ‘w-why you being so nice to me after everything I’ve done?’ You say in between crying. Hopper rubs your shoulder slowly, ‘I’ve been there kid. Disobeying my parents. Causing havoc. Too much drinking. I get it. I don’t wanna see you go through what I did.’ He says with a sigh. You move in and give him a hug your arms reaching around his waist and crying into his chest. Hopper tenses as first by your actions but soon moves his arms around you returning the hug. ‘Hey it’s okay kid, c’mon. You need sleep’ he says pulling you off of him. You sniffle and nod. He turns to leave. ‘Hopper?’ You say in a small voice. ‘Will you stay? Only till I-I fall asleep?’ You ask awkwardly biting your thumb. He turns back, ‘erm sure kid. If that’s what you need’ he says back. You take off your shoes not bothering to change clothes as you climb into the bed. You pat the empty space beside you for Hopper. He hesitantly sits. ‘Thank you Hopper’ you whisper. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep. Before Hopper leaves he takes once last look at you. Your mascara has ran down your cheeks, even though your eyes are close he can see there red and puffy from the crying, you hair is a mess, still in the same clothes. He’s sure in for a ride with looking after you. He shakes his head a makes his way to kitchen grabbing a beer mumbling to himself, ‘why did I have to answer the damn phone’

You woke up with a thumping headache and a dry throat. You could smell bacon cooking, you sat up slowly as your head was spinning bit. Your eyes adjusted to the room. This wasn’t your room. Where were you? You take in your surroundings when you remember what had happened. You came home and your daddy kicked you out. It was all flooding back to you. You caught you reflection in the mirror. You looked awful. Make up all smudged along your face, reeking of alcohol, same clothes as yesterday and your hair was sticking up everywhere. You grabbed your suitcase and began to search. Luckily you found your make up wipes, hairbrush and deodorant. You wipes off your left over make up and brushed through your hair. Taking off yesterdays old clothes and putting on some of pjs, your daddy didn’t pack all of your stuff so an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties will do. You looked at yourself again, ‘somewhat better’ you mumbled you yourself. Before opening the door you took a deep breath and opened it.

You see Hopper in his kitchen cooking some bacon on the cooker. He hadn’t noticed you yet. You watched as he turned over the bacon whistling to himself. You’re not going to lie you’d always had a crush on him despite the age difference. It’s ever more awkward now since you’re living with him for the unforeseeable future. He was in his uniform ready for work. He always looked good in that, the amount of times you thought about him handcuffing you and bending you over with his uniform still on. God get yourself together. You slowly approach him as you’re about to tap him on the shoulder he turns around. ‘Jesus Y/N! You scared the shit out of me’ he nearly shouted out. ‘Sorry’ you say in a whisper. You don’t realise how close you are to one another until Hopper tries to move back but can’t. ‘I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for letting me stay chief’ you say bringing your hand up to his chest. You think fuck it. May as well flirt whilst you’re there. It could be fun, no daddy to tell you no. He takes your hand off him and moves to the side going to the fridge. ‘No problem kid. Always looking out for you’ he says pouring some juice out for you both. ‘Take a seat, made you some breakfast to hopefully help that hangover’ he says pointing to the chair. ‘Thank you, feeling pretty shitty’ you say sitting down. He places a plate of food in front of you, it’s not just bacon he’s cooked. There’s eggs, sausages and toast. It looks like a perfect cure. You start to eat as he joins you. ‘So erm, your dad called this morning.’ Hopper begins. ‘Your mums got the rest of your stuff in bags to bring here later today. I said you can stay here as long as they need. Well as long as you need. Your dad isn’t happy with you kid.’ He says taking a sip of juice. You look down at your plate sad, ‘I really fucked up this time Hop. I don’t know what I can do’ you try to hold in your tears but you can’t. You’ve always caused trouble for your parents. They were never around much growing up, your mum always working and your dad always at the bar. He doesn’t drink now though, he got sober as you started becoming more reckless. It wasn’t bad at first, staying out past curfew, going to parties on school nights but then you started skipping school to go smoke with your friends. It just carried on down hill once your graduated. You started staying out all night sometimes two, not contacting your parents to let them know where you were. You just drank and smoked. You needed to escape the reality you were in. You had a job, you hated it but you had one. You don’t know how you managed to keep it considering you were late most days. But last night was different. It was your grandads birthday (he died last year so the first one without him) and you, your grandma, mum and dad were going to go out to dinner to celebrate his birthday. You didn’t show. You didn’t want to go. It hurt to remember he was gone, you always looked up to him, more than you did with your daddy. You drank away the pain. You went bar hopping with your friends, hooked up with a girl at one and fucked a guy in another. You have no clue who they were. But you needed to escape. To forget. You knew you were a let down. You always had been so why break the habit of a lifetime?

The tears kept coming out and once again you were a blubbering mess. Hopper got up from his chair and crouched next to you. He rubbed your back. ‘Hey it’s okay, I-I’m sure you can work it out.’ He said to you comfortingly. You turned to look at him. He’s so kind to you. You don’t know why. He always has been. Even when he’s arrested you for stealing and caught you with weed. You’ve no criminal record though, he never took you to the station, you just talked it out in his van and he’d listen, it’s like he got you more than anyone. He felt sorry for you. He knew how your dad could be and your mum had just given up. Hopper wanted to to know he was there for you. ‘How? How can it be okay Hop? I’m just a disappointment!’ You soon leaning down into him. You nearly knock him off his feet but he steadies himself as your hold onto his shoulders and just cry. He runs his hand up and down your back to try comfort you. You stay like that till you calm down. You lean back rubbing away your nose and left over tears. ‘Sorry’ you say in a small voice looking down. Like last night he takes your chin in his hand and lifts your face to meet his. ‘Don’t be. It’s okay kid. I’m here to help you okay?’ He says sincerely. You give a small nod. He gets up and finishes his juice. ‘I’ve got to go to the station now but you’ll be okay? Feel free to have a shower, towels are in the cupboard.’ He says putting on his jacket. You stand up from your seat walking over to him. ‘Thank you Hop. Again. I-I think you would be a great daddy’ you say putting your arms around his neck pulling him in for a hug. It takes him be surprise but he hugs you back. His body feels so warm and comforting on yours. You pull away and kiss him on the check. ‘See you later’ you say walking away to get a shower cause you stink of leftover booze. ‘Yeah erm see you later kid’ he says leaving the cabin and going to his truck. ‘What the fuck was that? ‘You’d be a great daddy? Jesus. She’s gonna cause me trouble’ he say starting the car and leaving

You had a nice hot shower and it made you feel better. You were still upset about the whole situation but living here was good. It could be good for you. You didn’t care anymore about anything so fuck it. You made it your goal to get Hopper exactly where you wanted him. That being in between your legs

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