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mrsriddlenott · 5 months

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The Fifth Day Of Smutmas

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~ Decorate With Me ~

Alpha!Mattheo Riddle x Bratty Omega!Reader

Summary: Alpha!Mattheo is too lazy to decorate the house for the holiday’s, thinking it useless, you however entice him to decorate one thing at a time as you strip for him, teasing him and escaping his grasp until all that’s left to do is place the ornaments on the tree, leaving him to decorate you.

- kinda AU but not really, Omegaverse and no mentions of magic, implied businessman Mattheo bc thats hot☺️ -

Warnings: 18+ Content!! Language, SexualTeasing, Stripping,Marking Kink, HairPulling(only a lil),Unprotected PinV, Cumplay, Breeding Kink, Consensual Sexual Punishment, D/S Dynamics.

“Come on Matty, pleeease” You begged, standing over Mattheo where he sat, his navy colored business suit contrasting the black leather of the large couch.

“I said no. What’s gotten into you, you always listen to me why the fuck aren’t you now?” He rolled his beautiful eyes away from yours and back to the book in front of him that gripped his attention in this moment far too much for your liking.

“I told you, I want you to decorate with me.” You pouted, crossing your arms and poking your hip out defiantly, “Me and my family decorated every year, and now that we live together you have to too. You’re just holding it off because you’re lazy, you put the tree up weeks ago and it’s still empty.” You sighed, pointing your arm in the direction of the large, bare Christmas tree.

“I think you’re forgetting that I do not have to do anything Princess, and you calling me lazy is rather funny considering I work for the money that pays for everything you can ever desire. So please decorate if you wish, but I’ll be sitting right here while you are.” Mattheo’s voice was laced with indifference as his eyes remained unmoving but focused on the pages in front of him, gripping his glass of bourbon tightly at your intrusion. After days of being denied his help you were fed up, you knew of one surefire way to grab your mates attention and that was of course, you naked in front of him ready to do anything he wished for. But….until he granted your wishes you wouldn’t be granting his.

“Fine. I will just do it all alone.” You stated innocently, walking off as you discreetly began tugging the thin straps of your red gown down your arms, allowing it to slip off your frame and pool around your ankles where it was kicked off towards the man behind you. Mattheo’s knowing gaze immediately latched onto your matching lingerie set and stockings with a scoff before locking with your eyes over your shoulder, licking his lips in an obvious attempt to control himself.

“What do you think you’re doing? Did you fucking plan this?” You giggle as his brows furrow, looking away from him and arching your back much more than necessary as you bent to grab the large box of Christmas decorations you were allowed to take from your parents when you moved in with Mattheo.

You felt his eyes dig into your behind, giving a little shake as you tossed the lid open and began grabbing the lights that were neatly coiled above the many layers of decorations, “This isn’t gonna work y’know,” Mattheo laughed, slamming his book shut and tossing it aside as he pushed himself further down the couch cushion, spreading his legs to give himself more space as he watched you move about the room. The way the hem of your lace underwear was cradling your curves in a teasing manner as your tits bounced against their harsh confines was cracking his reserve already, “You think I can’t resist you prancing about in that….” He spoke in a deeper voice now, clearly affected by your body and clearly trying to convince himself of what he was saying.

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” Your face grew warm as you twirled the string of lights around the base of the tree, avoiding his burning eyes as you sauntered around it teasingly, reminiscent of how you would a pole. His eyes trailed along your exposed thighs and stomach, aching to have you in a way he hadn’t felt since your last heat. You weren’t usually such a brat and he was loving every minute of it, he saw how you became whiny after he had told you just a few days ago that he was too tired to decorate, fully intending to do it the next night. However, when you stood there with crossed arms and a deep pout he just had to see it again. Now though, he was losing his patience, he had to have you and he’d do anything for it.

Once the lights shone brightly up and down the tree you stepped back to observe your handy work, placing your hands on your hips as you looked over your shoulder to find Mattheo’s eyes raking up your body until they fell into yours with a silent order you weren’t going to follow. You could sense his desire to gain control again as he always had, but you wanted more from him, you needed more. His little reaction had done nothing to stray you from your plan, you saw in his dark eyes that he wouldn’t last long.

His eyes followed your movements as your fingertips ghosted up your body, tickling against your flesh to slowly grasp the latch of your bra in your steady hands, turning back to observe the tree as though nothing was happening. Mattheo’s breath hitched as you slowly unhooked your bra with your back still facing him, your shoulder blades moving teasingly as you shoved the material onto the floor in front of the partially decorated tree, still not turning to show him your exposed chest. He hissed as you stepped forward again, moving away and out of his sight to grab more decorations, his pants were tightened around his growing dick as he took the last swig of his drink before abruptly standing to follow you.

You noticed his presence behind you immediately, the tension in the room growing as soon as he stepped through the entrance, “You think you can tease me like that?” He asked, voice low as he approached your turned back slowly, each step sending a shiver down your spine and directly to your core as his expensive dress shoes hit the wood below them tauntingly. He chuckled, clearly thinking he had you cornered as he grew closer, gripping your hip in his aggressive hold as he leant over your nude shoulder, his warm breath against your neck filling you with a mix of expectance and defiance of his actions.

In one quick motion, Mattheo’s strong hand spun you to face him, almost knocking you off your feet as they attempted to catch up with the maneuver. His eyes met yours before trailing down your chest with a genuine smile, “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he sighed, his free hand finding your neck as he began melting into your touch. You allowed him to pull you into him, almost touching your lips together before you pulled away, “I need to get this box to the living room, we can get back to this after,” You almost let out a chuckle at the mans dumbfounded expression as you grab the box behind you, conveniently hiding your chest as you maneuvered around his still figure to the door behind him, “It would go way faster if I had some help though.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” Mattheo mumbles to himself as you leave him alone in the spare room, his mind racing with ways of gaining power over the situation but each one required focus he couldn’t obtain while you strutted around the house half naked. So instead he opted to give in….just this once.

The echo of Mattheo’s footsteps didn’t shock you, nor did the growl that escaped his lips as he took in your now entirety bare ass in front of him, the only remaining part of your outfit being the white and red stockings that were driving him absolutely insane with each passing second. “Okay! You win, give me the fucking Santa,” Mattheo snapped, making you turn to him with a wide smile before throwing yourself onto him for a hug, almost immediately stepping out of his grasp quickly as he attempted to pull you back in.

He huffed behind you as you handed him item after item to find a place for in your home, still solely focused on your almost fully nude body in front of him even as he placed miniature Santas and reindeers all around your house. Eventually however all that was left was to place the ornaments on the tree which only took an excruciating 30 minutes before he could finally have what he wanted.

Your face smashed into the couch as Mattheo aggressively shoved you forward, tugging your hips upward as his hand firmly placed against your face, “Do you need me to fuck this attitude out of you Princess?” Your incoherent mumbles of yes go unheard as he forces his fingers into you hair, tugging you upward and against his clothed chest, “I asked you a question,” He whispered against the shell of your ear, nibbling on your flesh before he spoke again, “Now fucking answer it.” He spat out, shoving you back forward as you begged him to fuck you senseless, his hand finding it’s spot against the side of your face once more as he tugged at his belt buckle. The clinking metal sending shocks of pleasure to your core, drenching your entrance as it ached to have your Alpha.

In a matter of seconds, Mattheo tugged his dress pants and boxers only partially down his thighs, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable in front of him as he lined his leaking cock up to your entrance before plowing into you with no real warning. Stretching you out almost beyond your limit as he immediately set a steady, rough pace to his thrusts, grunting above you as you clutched onto the leather of the couch. “Oh fuck Mattheo, you feel so good,”

Your almost incoherent babbles of pleasure egg him in as he snaps his hips faster against yours, eyes trained on where he disappeared deep into you, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into, pulling a scream of a moan from the back of your throat as he groans at the sound. The feeling of your walls clenching around him, silently begging him to stay inside of you, urging him to fill you up with his cum almost made him lose focus of his goal, snapping his hips harder and faster, his public bone bouncing against your clit every few thrusts as he built up his release.

Your mind was hazy as his warm, rough hand held you against the heating leather, the grip of his other hand on your hip surely leaving an entirely intentional print of his hand that had your mind going dumb as you clamped down around him, your legs shaking each time his tip slammed against you g-spot sending you soaring as your mind fogged, so close to your orgasm it felt almost painful.

“Oh fuck Matty please” You practically screamed, begging to cum as Mattheo slammed into you, the sound of damp skin smacking together echoing across the hardwood floors as you mewled and whined below him, his hard grip being the only thing keeping you in your position as you absentmindedly began bucking back against him, feeding his ego as you bounced on his cock, meeting his thrusts with a lazy smile on your face.

Your moans became whimpers as your walls clamped down on him tightly, unrelenting and desperately trying to hold him inside while you came around him, your legs were shaking uncontrollably against him as you quickly approached your high falling over the edge as Mattheo’s thrusts sped up, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, almost overstimulating you as he grew sloppy. His hips stuttered against you, groaning above you before he was pulling out of you entirely causing a desperate whine to escape you, sending him flying over the edge, shaking uncontrollably as thick spurts of his cum covered your back.

You whined below him, unable to form full words as you clenched around nothing, still coming down from your high as you almost cried at the lack of the full feeling Mattheo always left after filling you and stuffing his fingers back inside to ensure nothing came out. You wiggled your hips as if expecting him to go again just to fill you with his seed.

“Oh my pretty, bratty Baby,” Mattheo mockingly pouted down to you as he mindlessly played with his release covering your back “Are you mad I didn’t fill you up Princess?” Mattheo asks, knowing the obvious answer as he laughs over you condescendingly, “But I thought you wanted me to help you decorate, isn’t that why you thought this all out? Well….think of it as your punishment for being such a little brat to your Alpha.” He chuckled at himself, falling down beside you as he tugged your face into his chest, whispering to you that you did good for him and looked absolutely gorgeous covered in his cum.

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nevernonline · 7 months

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omg pls finish the members as dad’s ask you did the other day they were so so amazing 😭

dad! svt

hi, nonnie!! you and the nice people in my asks were so lovely about this ask. I figured instead of answering you all separately I would just post the rest of them members here 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank u all sm carat land is the happiest land

warnings: mentions of child nourishment, fem! partners.

also pls note I know the bare minimum about having a child and what taking care of one would ever look like <3

SVT's reactions to you seeing you taking care of your child in front of them:

jeon wonwoo

sweetest dad!! nobody can come for me over that

wonu is def one of the members that would know so much about having a child already because he was SO excited for the day his s/o was ready for it

would be so gentle while holding the baby!! i will say sweetest dad again

while you’re feeding he 100% is all about privacy for you he would make you both a comfy spot to rest and when your finished have your fav snack ready to go!!

has the baby trying in every pair of his eyeglasses because he’s nervous they’ll have to wear them when they grow up and that he got bad eyesight from him

lee jihoon

i feel like he opted to be the most PRIVATE father ever but failed

pretends to not care when people ask to see a picture of his kid but ultimately gets gitty when people yell him he has the most beautiful child

caught his s/o feeding for the first time while coming to visit him at work and made SURE the room was private for them and stood guard outside only to peek his little head in 24/7

only trusts him or wonu to hold his child nobody else is safe

xu minghao

hao as a dad makes me want to rip my hair out of my head bc he’s going to be so amazing if he becomes a father

has the most specific baby night routine for his kid and his partner ever

would draw you an amazing bath after feeding with such nice essential oils and candles as he sits next to the side of the tub to read you and your baby a good book

has an amazing rotation of healthy recipes for you to eat so you and your baby are getting the best nutrients

kim mingyu:

did somebody say dilf ?? (Srry)

def flexes his muscles pushing his baby stroller just in case you catch him!! he just wants to look good for his s/o all the time

he would be similar to hoshi where he wants to be involved in everything, so if you’re feeding he is right on top of you assisting with your baby

the first time he saw you feeding them he couldn’t help but finding himself giggling every time the baby would burp or smile into your chest

his heart would be so full of love he would be constantly gleaming with joy

def the dad to hold his baby bare chested when his s/o isn’t around so they always feel warm and comfortable :///

lee dokeyom:

constantly sharing the sweetest posts about him becoming a dad and sharing what it’s been like with a new born <3

started crying the first time you were feeding in front of him just because he was overwhelmed with the sight of his new family

the type to buy a puppy around the same time you gave birth to make sure his baby always had a friend to take care of

while you fed the baby he fed the puppy so he can be involved!!

boo seungkwan

dad! Kwan is so complete fr

can not even begin to smother with enough love

would be so AWKWARD in a SK way the first time you started giving your baby their meal in front of him, trying not to watch, trying not to make you or them uncomfortable

would fail really hard trying to quietly sneak in to give the baby a kiss before or after work and knock over something in the room only to wake them up from their slumber

keeps telling you he’s going to teach your baby a profanity as their first word as a joke and actually ends up doing it 😭

chwe hansol

lmao ofc he’s the silly dad all the kids would be so obsessed

prettiest baby ever possibly <3

he was really shy to become a father for the first time but was so naturally good at taking care of his kid

would always announce himself when he entered into the room while your feeding just so he knows you’re comfortable with him coming into your special time with his precious child

actually religiously enjoys watching all the new kids movies and tv shows with his kid like maybe more then they do

lee chan :

ahh chan as a dad would be so so so nice 😭

ik we’ve seen snippets of how he is with his family so I just know he’s so excited to further the lee line replicating what he had with them

does not care how young his child is he gets them started early dancing and being active with him even if it’s just him dancing with your baby in his arms around the room

his LAUGH when he sees you feeding for the first time like obviously not because it’s funny it’s just the cutest thing he’s ever seen

def gives you really sweet massages during baby dinner time too, no questions asked<3

definitely insists on any chance to take a nap with his child in his arms and you cuddling next to him on the couch

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loomisadvocate · 16 days

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the inevitable 𖤐 part five

woodsboro would soon be a distant memory - but some things would make it hard to forget.

pairing: billy loomis x fem!reader

word count: 7.4k (holy shit i am so sorry)

tags/warnings: strangers to enemies, enemies to lovers, smut (eventually), angst, slow burn (heavy on this), cursing, alcohol and marijuana, make out scene who cheered!, probably others i'm forgetting.

a/n: clearly i got a little carried away with this part... it's the longest one to date. i hope that's not a bad thing. not 100% edited bc i promised i would post today. enjoy!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

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“I’m sorry, he actually said enchanting?”

Tatum stifles her laughter to avoid any of her soda passing through her nose. That, and to avoid any more stares from the old woman who’d been glaring at Tatum over her less-than-modest plaid skirt. You nod, scrunching your nose up at the memory.

Your outing with Tatum has, so far, been spent filling her in on your entire Billy situation. It was prompted by her asking why, and you quote, “rat-boy,” was so hellbent on the group knowing in the first place, seeing as you’d only formally known each other for a few weeks. In the spirit of having no more secrets, you gladly answered her question.

You started from the very beginning: how a seemingly innocent conversation about red wine versus white turned into a quick trip to the garage that ended in telling him your plans to move. If Tatum thought the garage incident was hilarious, she was sure to piss herself when you told her about him coming to your window.

“Wait for it; it gets much worse.” You laugh along with her and take another bite of the pretzel you were sharing, wiping cinnamon sugar dust off on a useless paper napkin. “So then a week later, I’m writing my paper and hear something outside. I’m thinking it’s a small animal or something, but no. Guess what?” You pause for dramatic effect, Tatum raising an eyebrow and waiting expectantly. A few seconds go by before her hand smacks on the table and she gasps.

“Shut up!” The old woman next to you grunts and picks up her belongings, clearly fed up with your friend’s dramatic reactions. Tatum doesn’t care, and neither do you. If people looked at you and saw two high school seniors behaving like they were spilling middle school gossip, you couldn’t care less. You’d been waiting for more moments like these with her, and you’d be damned if you let a stranger spoil it with just a dirty look.

Tatum lowers her voice and leans in closer to you. “Shut up. He came to your house. Through your window?”She confirms with you, and you nod with your nose scrunched up.

“And I actually let him in, which is the even crazier part. But I talked to him—like, actually talked to him, Tatum. And he wasn’t that unbearable. Then, for whatever reason, he just flipped a switch.” You run a hand through your hair and push the pretzel towards her. Thinking about it all was taking away your sweet tooth.

What confused you the most about Billy Loomis is why, all of a sudden, he made fucking with your circle a personal mission. You racked your brain, thinking perhaps you had offended him by accident and didn’t realize it. You’d been doing that over and over again, coming up empty each time. Tatum knew him much better than you did and had a different angle, seeing as her boyfriend was the boy’s best friend.

“I think Billy is just a shithead and likes to get under people’s skin. He’s really good at it,” she offers. You already had the opportunity to learn that the hard way. “So what happened after you guys talked? Did you throw him out on his ass?” She asks with a giggle, getting a kick out of the mental image of you grabbing him by his hair and tossing him out of the window. A bit morbid, but a girl could dream.

You hesitate to answer. It’s not that you wanted to lie again; god no, that was the last thing you wanted to do. But something about telling another soul about the tension and the bubbling desire you’d been feeling in your gut since meeting him? It felt eerily similar to the reason you took so long to tell Tatum about leaving; it would make it real. You were perfectly content living in denial for as long as it took, even if that was up until the moment the moving van drove away.

You don’t answer, and Tatum kicks your leg lightly under the table. “Hello?’ She draws it out, waving her hand in the air. “What, did you guys make out or something?”

“No!” You shout immediately—defensively and hopefully convincingly. A few more people turn to look due to your quick outburst. “He got all... angry? Called me ungrateful and said I needed to wrap up my pity party. So I called him an asshole, and then..." You trail off at the memory. He taunts you, his lips now ghosting over your temple and his slim fingers resting on your hip. Through the thin, unreliable material of your t-shirt, you could feel him tracing circles.

“And then what?! You’re killing me here.” Tatum is growing more impatient by the second, like she’s heard the juiciest rumor about her favorite celebrity on TV, and suddenly the signal goes out. You look at her with uncertainty. Truthfully, you weren’t even entirely sure what had happened yourself. “I swear to god if you don’t spill.”

“And then it got weird,” you continue. Tatum doesn’t speak for you to know she’s asking how it got weird. “He got really close to me, like he was going to kiss me. And then he just didn’t? He said I should finish my paper and said my secret wouldn’t last much longer. Then the party happened, and he tried to give me a ride to school this morning. Well, I accepted the ride only ‘cause I would’ve been late and—“

“Whoa, we aren’t going to just skip that part. You guys almost kissed?!” Your best friend was crazed by all of this. Finding out you were moving, that Billy had it out for you, and that he had made a half-move on you all in one day was a bit much, even for her. She had absolutely zero interest in your ride to school this morning. Besides, she would be reinstating herself as your chaffeur starting tomorrow anyway.

"It was just weird and tense; nothing crazy happened. But it was definitely something. I just don’t know what his angle is.” You shrugged the entire thought away, entertaining it felt distasteful.

Admittedly, you hadn’t reached the point of being repulsed by him. The Billy you’d met a month ago was lingering in every crevice of your brain. Even the Billy that appeared in your bedroom seemed more kind, more palatable in some sense. Billy had proven thus far to be, if nothing else, a complete wildcard. You weren’t sure which Billy you would get on any given day. One day he is mocking you in your bedroom; the next he’s embarrassing you; and after that, he’s offering to bring you to school.

It was all too confusing, and your mind being seemingly detached from your body was not helping. The manner in which he could keep you frozen in place with a single look, your eyes the only part of your body able to move. Tracing over his stature, his lips, and his hands. It was positively disturbing. Now it had happened not once but twice, and everyone knows what they say about the third time.

"It sounds like he wants to see if he can get the library girl to open up more than her books." Tatum giggles and finishes off the sugary snack, crumpling up the paper to toss into the trash later. You don't respond; you're still fantasizing about the night in your room. Even when he wasn't in proximity he was able to throw your focus. What you fail to notice is Tatum's dawn of realization—the revelation that occurs while you're daydreaming.

"Oh my fucking god, you want to screw him!" She says it accusingly, pointing a finger at you. This is definitely enough to catch your attention. Your mouth is agape, but nothing comes out in your defense. After stuttering a few times, you manage to say something; however, it doesn't remedy much.

"Tatum, I don't want to screw him! He's horrible. Abhorrent, even." You throw in a big word in an attempt to throw her off your scent. Tatum knows you. She's known every guy you've thought to be remotely cute based on how you look at them. You never made a move on anyone the entire time you'd been in town. Partly because you preferred to avoid any serious attachments and strife when you eventually moved, but also because boys just weren't something you prioritized.

"You're basically drooling just thinking about it. God, no wonder there's so much tension." Tatum is enjoying every second of this. Maybe a small part of her is doing it on purpose, just as a little payback for what happened. Your willingness to talk to her about it, despite how humiliating it was for you, didn't go unnoticed. What killed you was how on the nose she was. It felt good to have your best friend in the loop on what would likely be your first and last real boy problem until the end of the school year.

"Ugh, you're right." You confess, unable to even laugh. Instead, you grab the hair at the top of your head and rest your face on your palms. "What do I do, Tatum?" You ask for guidance; your voice muffled. First you hear the slurping of the rest of her soda; she'd run through hers in record time.

"Just mess around; you're leaving soon anyway. He’s clearly into you, in his own bizarre, freakish way. What's the worst that could happen?" Tatum answers nonchalantly, and it earns an incredulous look from you. Tatum had personally ensured Billy was nowhere within five feet of you up until last month, and now she was encouraging you to sleep with the enemy?

"You're insane. I'm not going to mess around with him. He's an asshole; he has no respect, and he's made it clear he likes seeing me miserable.” You shake your head and lean back in your chair; one of the legs must be shorter than the rest because it's been rickety since you sat in it.

“True, but maybe he could like you? The only person who knows what Billy is thinking is Billy. Stu probably doesn't even know what happens in his bird brain." She offers an explanation, and you can't exactly disagree. You never knew what his motive was, and clearly, he kept his cards close to his chest.

"I know he's a dick; trust me," she continues. "And I'm definitely not a fan of him after what he pulled. But it's almost summer, and you've never even gone on a date with someone. Obviously, it's not a necessity, but you could probably benefit from a little something to take the edge off. You are a little bit uptight." Tatum's hands are clasped on the table as she tries to reason with you. Not only are you still in shock that she's suggesting this, but now you're surprised to find yourself agreeing.

Even so, there was still the matter of addressing his little stunt. Now that you and Tatum were fine, the next two things to take care of were, first, Randy, and secondly, the fucker that caused all of this in the first place.

"I can't believe you're telling me to screw around with Billy Loomis." You state, frankly, with a twinge of amusement donning your features.

"I can't believe you were already thinking about screwing around with Billy Loomis. You wear your thoughts on your face, by the way." Tatum smiles at you patronizingly, but you know it's with a light heart. You definitely had a lot to think about, but most of it needed to wait until after you tracked down Randy.

The squirrely one of the group was hardly ever taken seriously, but you knew that in this situation he needed to feel heard. He truly did see you as a sister. Whenever Stu would shoot down his ideas, you were always one step behind him, coming to his defense. You always said yes when he asked to hang out after school, mainly because he would go into a dramatic monologue about how much you hated him if you said otherwise.

Even though Tatum was your best friend, it was an unspoken feeling among all of you that Randy had somehow gotten the shittiest end of the stick. Randy was chaotic and, at times, unpredictable, but in a lot of ways, he was the one who bridged everyone together. You were positive that if Randy wasn't part of the group and hadn't pulled you from the library so many times, you wouldn't have gotten as close to Tatum. In the same beat, Randy was a simply guy. You knew an apology and a promise of grabbing food (on you, of course) would likely be enough. You still wanted to make it up to him.

With a clap, you stand up, ready to get out of the food court that was quickly starting to fill up with more people. The mall on a Monday afternoon was, believe it or not, one of the more entertaining places to go around town.

"No more Billy-talk; let's go. I need to find Randy." Tatum agrees quickly, standing up and tossing all of your trash in the bin before looking around in her bag for her car keys. Tatum agreed to stop by the video store on the way back and wait for you to talk to Randy. She assured you that he wasn’t angry, and noted that it wasn’t really in his nature to get angry anyways. That brought you much more comfort.

"For the record, fooling around when you're mad at someone is so much more fun. Why do you think I start fights with Stu so often?" Tatum twirls her car keys around her pointer finger and catches them in her palm. "Let's roll, Arizona," she says in a deep voice, earning a light smack on the arm from you.

You push Billy to the back of your mind for now, where he sits at any given moment lately. Perhaps Tatum was right, but if you were going to fool around with Billy Loomis, you were going to need to get your nerves in check.

Your talk with Randy was equal parts amusing and proactive. As Tatum informed you, Randy was nowhere near angry. Hurt, yes. Shocked, absolutely. But Randy, like your best friend, also knew that you couldn’t be an awful person if you tried. All of your self-hatred over the situation now felt slightly hilarious. You’d caught Randy at the beginning of his shift, luckily for you. That meant he wasn’t annoyed by people making, in his opinion, subpar movie choices just yet.

You’d given him a very similar spiel to the one you gave Tatum, filled with an obscene amount of “I’m sorry’s” and a very long hug. You had to remind him you weren’t leaving that night to get him to pull away. Nonetheless, it appeared that a lot of your worst fears were no cause for concern. Nobody (that you knew) hated you or would be cursing your name for the foreseeable future.

Randy did make it a point to really hammer that Windsor College was still taking applications despite the priority period ending already. He and Tatum had applied as soon as they opened, wishing to get as far away from Woodsboro as possible. Why it ended up being Ohio of all places you had no idea. Still, you rattled the idea around in your head. You figured it couldn’t hurt, but that was something you had to speak to your parents about.

The last you’d heard, your father was planning on taking a book deal that required him to live in New York in order to be close to the publishing company. Out-of-state tuition was likely going to be way too expensive, even with grants and scholarships. If you were able to convince him to agree on Ohio, you wouldn’t have to completely start over in the friend department.

Tuesday morning arrives, and for the first time since last Friday, you wake up without a weight on your chest. Your usual morning routine ensues, and it’s music to your ears when you hear the familiar horn of Tatum’s car outside your window. The ride to school felt even better today; after all, you didn’t have an impudent troll following you until you got into the car. Stu is taking up his usual spot in the passenger seat, his seatbelt evidently not on. Midway to school, he turns around, practically on his knees in the seat, which earns a reprimand from Tatum.

“So how are things with you and Randy? All better now?” He asks enthusiastically, a twinkle in his eye telling you he was probably asking because he wanted some juicy drama to laugh at.

“Yep, we’re all good. All is right in the world again, or whatever.” You nod once and keep your answer brief, refusing to give in to his wish. Your relationship with Stu was interesting, to say the least. You didn’t quite know him well, but his personality made it easy for you to take his banter in stride instead of taking it offensively.

“And what about things with Billy?” He asked immediately after, and Tatum slapped his shoulder quite harshly. You can see in the rear view that she is glaring at him. You scoff and direct your attention to her.

“You told him? Him of all people?! Tatum!” You lean forward and push Stu away by putting your hand over his face, staring at your best friend with a look of betrayal.

“He was gonna hear about it eventually; besides, he technically brought it up first!” She defends herself, pointing the finger at her boyfriend. You look between the two of them beyond confusion; what reason could Stu possibly have to bring up you and Billy? You raise both of your eyebrows at him, waiting for him to speak.

“You guys were like, eye-fucking each other on Friday. I didn’t know if I should feel awkward or kind of turned on,” he starts cackling as you start hitting him repeatedly.

“Don’t. Even. Go there!” You pause between each word, giving him a final slap on the top of his head. Stu was probably the least observant of everyone. If he and Billy were Dumb and Dumber, he was definitely the latter (which wasn’t saying much, really).

"Hey, fucking chill! I'm all for you getting some. A little weird it's from him, but maybe it'll fix that uptight attitude you've got going on," his words echo the ones his girlfriend had uttered to you less than twenty-four hours prior.

"Why do you guys think I'm uptight?!" You immediately shift into an even stronger defense mode, pleading frantically to the couple in the front seat for some kind of answer. You were no idiot; you had enough self-awareness to know that perhaps you could take your unyielding need for structure and order down a couple of notches.

Stu catches that you don't comment on 'getting some' from his best friend, and sticks his tongue out at you. "Arizona's fucking Billy!" He yells it as Tatum parks in her usual space, loud enough that if the windows were down people would have definitely heard it.

"Leave her alone! They haven't screwed yet." Tatum speaks up finally; although not to as much of your benefit as you would've appreciated. She puts the car in park and you jump at the opportunity to get out before you strangle Stu for his teasing. You scowl at the 6'4 child next to you and he, as usual, ignores your silent protest.

"Don't worry, Stu has to be on your side because I'm on your side. That means no Billy tomorrow night, right babe?" She looks up at him to confirm, but you can tell she's shooting daggers at him; compelling him to provide the answer she was looking at again.

"What's going on tomorrow night?" You ask. Hopefully it was nothing involving as much alcohol as the last time you spent time with them.

"Movie night, Randy insists there's a movie we need to watch that can't wait until the weekend. Billy will not be there." Tatum's chin turns up and she smacks Stu's chest. He feigns discomfort but she quickly provides him with a swift kiss.

"No Billy," you repeat. Relief washes over you. The unavoidable confrontation with him that had been plaguing you could be put off for one more day. The three of you split up to go to your respective classes, and you can only hope that Stu makes good on his word and keeps Billy as far away from you as possible.

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Stu, surprisingly, keeps his promise. In fact, Billy was nowhere to be seen all day at school yesterday. Today he'd passed by you in the hallway, but he was too invested in whatever conversation he was having to notice you, or he chose to ignore you. Either way, you were content. Stu welcomes you inside, clearly prepared to drink the night away in his signature red 'party robe.' You didn't plan on drinking copiously; after all, it was still a weekday. However, the memories of the last time you were in Stu's living room began creeping up on you as soon as you walked inside.

Nobody brought up last Friday, which you were grateful for. But if you were going to relax enough to enjoy your night, at least one drink was necessary. To avoid falling into the cycle of running through beers all night, you instead asked Stu for a shot of tequila from his parents' liquor cabinet. It was hot and stung your throat as you forced it down, but the warmth that filled your chest afterwards was well worth it. That, and the soda you'd downed immediately after, helped with the foul taste. Everyone else indulged in a shot of well, most of them chasing it with their first beer of the night.

You were comfortable in the same place you were the first time you'd come to Stu's house. It seemed like so long ago. The season had already changed to summer since you'd made small talk about wine with the boy, who would soon become something close to your only adversary. Tatum and Stu were already settled in their places while Randy fiddled with the VHS player, a sight you'd become used to.

The tape's sleeve tossed haphazardly on the small table read Hellraiser IV: Bloodline, and you kept your complaints to yourself. You didn't plan on spoiling Randy's enthusiasm for the remainder of your time in town. You just really did not like horror movies, good or bad. Randy performs his regular pre-movie sermon, this time complete with a full run-down of how the original director had bowed out due to "artistic differences" and that a lot of the characters' fates had been rewritten. You couldn't help but inaudibly laugh at the irony. Oh, how you wish for your fate to be rewritten.

You actually try to focus on the movie, despite the faint buzz you can feel between your ears from the tequila. A group of guards are attempting to break down the door in order to take Dr. Paul Merchant when loud knocks at the front door scare all of you.

"Jesus, fuck!" Stu yells and groans loudly, hopping up over the back of the couch. Your attention briefly wanders to the entrance, but the front door is out of sight from where you're sitting. You don't hear much and assume Stu is coming back any second.

A few minutes go by without Stu's return, but Randy and Tatum are too captivated by the movie to notice. You get up quietly to avoid any other unexpected scares, going through the open archway until you can see the front door. Stu's towering height is hiding whatever he was looking at.

"You can't be serious, Stu," you hear a voice whisper. Whoever he was looking at. Stu senses you behind him and quickly turns to look over his shoulder, revealing none other than Billy fucking Loomis. Of course, he would be here right now.

Upon seeing you, Billy attempts to step inside through the small gap. "Just - there you are. Arizona, can I please talk to you?"

Stu puts his leg out to block his path, his hands clasped together, while his eyes flash between the two of you. It would be a lie to say Stu wasn't finding this a thousand times more entertaining than the movie.

"What could you possibly have to say to me that I would care about?" You respond boldly, crossing your arms and tilting your head at him, like you were suggesting a challenge. You should drink tequila more often. Billy's lips stay pressed together, and you can tell by the slight twitch of the corner that your reply was both unexpected and unappreciated.

Stu knows his friend far too well and quickly interjects. "How about you guys go talk in my room?" He suggests it, more-so an attempt to beg Billy not to make a scene. Stu is smiling, but it’s strained. Billy was not used to hearing any form of 'no,' and the last thing Stu needed was Tatum yelling at him for Billy showing up unannounced. You glance over at the living room, both of them completely unaware of what was happening in the foyer.

“I’d rather rot than listen to anything that comes out of your mouth.”

With that, you turn on your heels and walk straight back to the kitchen. Luckily, your arms were crossed to hide your shaking hands from his view. They are just still enough to pour yourself another shot of tequila, and you drink it without a chaser this time. You shake your head first, then your shoulders, and end with your arms in an attempt to get your body to relax. You desperately need to calm down and carry on with the rest of the evening as you intended—Billy free.

You return to your spot just as Stu reenters the living room, and trailing not too far behind him is Billy. So much for him not being here tonight. Tatum finally looks over when Stu sits down next to her, and her jaw drops while she follows Billy with her eyes.

“Really?! I told you not to invite him!” She whispers harshly, making no effort to keep it a secret that he wasn’t exactly wanted. Billy doesn’t bat an eye; he just sits on the floor furthest away from you, right by the arm of the sofa Tatum and Stu were occupying.

“He just showed up. What was I supposed to do?” Stu whispers back, throwing his hands up defensively. “Just watch the movie; who cares?” He mutters, avoiding looking in your direction. You and Tatum both roll your eyes, settling more into your respective places as you attempt to focus on the movie again.

It’s not much longer before Duc de L’Isle is summoning the demon princess, Angelique, into a woman’s body. Even with the movie accelerating, you’re processing none of it. The small television doesn’t give off enough light for you to see everyone, but it does cast the perfect amount of illumination on Billy. The movie progresses without your attention, and even with Randy’s animated reactions, Tatum’s commentary, and Stu’s childish (and inappropriate) jokes, you have no reaction. You feel as though you’re watching yourself from the other side of the room, desperately trying to look uninterested enough to avoid any attention coming your way.

You and Billy are playing the same game. From his spot on his floor, you are just in his peripheral vision. He can make out that you're sitting with your knees to your chest, but he can't see your face clearly without making it obvious he was looking. He is actively fighting every urge to steal a quick glance at you, truly hoping to find you looking right back. Every so often, he adjusts, the hard floor starting to be a literal pain in his ass. Each time, he manages to look at you for what feels like half a second.

Thirty minutes later, your couple of shots of tequila are starting to wear off, making you painfully paranoid about a certain someone. Just as you'd done before, you get up quietly and pad over to the kitchen. The tequila bottle is sitting in the same place you'd left it, your empty shot glass by its side. You sigh softly, taking the top off and pouring another to the brim this time. You quickly scan the counter for something to chase it with, but all the sodas are empty. You take a few steps to the fridge and pull it open, bending over to look for something. You spot a lone can of root beer in the back and grab it.

When you turn back around, another lanky figure is waiting for you. You gasp instantly, and the root beer falls from your hand. Nobody in the living room stirs at the disruption; the movie is too loud.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you begin, your mouth immediately snapping shut as your brain catches up to your body.

"No, just me." Billy gives you a placid smile. You don't say anything in response, stepping around him. You make it a point to hit his shoulder.

"Fair, I deserve that." He nods in understanding, hands clasped behind his back. You deserve a hell of a lot more than a shoulder-check, you think to yourself.

The can opening fills the space Billy expects you to take up with a response. He watches you intently, chin turned down, while you chuck back the shot and follow it up with root beer. You do your best not to show it on your face.

"Arizona, I'm just trying to apologize," he begins, taking a step towards you. Immediately, you fall back and hold your hand up between the two of you.

"Like last time? I'm not interested in hearing it." You snip back at him. "Why can't you get the hint that I don't want to listen to your fake sympathy? And I sure as hell don't need to be reprimanded by someone like you." You keep your voice low enough to keep this conversation as private as possible. The last thing you want is another confrontation like last time.

He stays silent and stares at you, his face falling just enough for you to notice. It's clear he fully expected his ambush to work, but there was no way you would go through this again. Not if you could help it. His nostrils flare so fast you almost miss it, but what you do miss is how fast his hand is wrapped around your elbow. You begin to protest and try to yank it out of his grasp, but Billy is intent on getting you upstairs. You both struggle up the stairs, and you are nudged into a bedroom with gaudy blue and red plaid sheets. The door is almost slammed behind you as Billy stands in front of it.

"What the hell is your problem?!" He demands an answer, and you laugh incredulously.

"Are you serious? What part of I don't want to talk to you do you not understand?" You attempt to leave the room, but he intervenes by stepping over to the left. You huff and try the other side, but he mimics you.

“I rarely apologize, you should feel grateful. Are you that goddamn stubborn?" His height is an advantage in this situation, and he uses it to make you step backwards towards the bed.

"Do I need to remind you that this entire thing is your fault?You are always so out of line; you just can't help yourself, can you?" Days of pent-up anger at the boy in front of you bubbled up to the surface. Your fists are clenched by your side, something Billy finds quite endearing. You were right; he couldn't help himself. It was too easy to get you this way: defensive, riled up, with a spunk nobody else in the group had seen except for him. He knew it was in there somewhere; he just didn't expect to find your buttons so quickly.

"What did you say earlier?" He cocks his head to the side, and his forehead creases. A beat passes, and he snaps his fingers. "That's right, you'd rather rot than talk to me. Rot, Arizona. Bit harsh, isn't it?" He speaks evenly, his words laced with condescension.

"I meant it, and I still mean it," you confirm. "You had no right to do what you did."

"Oh, I know that. For the record, I am very sorry about how it all happened," he says, rocking back on his heels a couple times. You allow his words to go in one ear and out of the other.

"But if I hadn't, you wouldn't have told them. You and Tatum seem like two peas in a pod again, so was it that horrible?" His hands are held out, palms facing up as if to say, see? It all worked out.

It takes a moment for you to decide if you want to even entertain this.

"That's... Billy, that's not the point. It turned out okay, but it's the principle of the situation." You are too exhausted by the subject to continue holding your ground.

"Girls and their principles," he chuckles. You raise your eyebrows and shake your head once, about to really force your way out, but Billy tries to dial it back.

"It's a joke, Arizona. Relax. I really am sorry. I was a dick that night, and I would probably be one again. But everything is fine now." This boy needs an extensive course on the art of a meaningful apology.

You sigh, almost in defeat. Billy was so caught up in the specific situation that he was neglecting everything that occurred before it. You'd opened up to him; you'd trusted him with your feelings. You told him something you hadn't even told your best friend, and he used it against you.

"That night in my room?" You start, jogging his memory for him since he had clearly forgotten. "I thought you were actually hearing me. I thought I was gaining another friend before I left, and you didn't care. You embarrassed me in front of everyone, yeah. But you also just..." You trail off, and this is why you didn't drink tequila. You can feel your eyes heating up, and you have to catch your lip between your teeth to keep it from trembling.

"I what?" He asks. He's speaking softly now, inching closer to you.

You don't want to say it. You'd come to terms with the fact that Billy was not your friend, but it was unusual how simply unkind he could be. You had only been crying because of hurting Tatum, but you hadn't fully processed your feelings about what Billy had done. You were so intent on soaking up more good with your best friends that you ignored the other side of the coin. Now it was just the two of you a third time, and even after your bold display downstairs, you are still scared to tell him how you feel.

"You really hurt me, Billy." You finally breathe, and Billy is right in front of you. As quickly as the air comes in, it leaves again. You blink profusely, trying your best to keep any rebellious tears at bay. For the first time, Billy feels. a pang of guilt. He wasn't the most emotionally intelligent guy on the planet, but he thought he had enough awareness to remember that this was a layered betrayal for you.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." It's the first offering of regret that you believe, albeit not completely. Each shot of tequila has relaxed you up to this point, but you feel that familiar air coming around you again, of your defenses being broken down with hardly any effort. You don't respond, and Billy takes it as an opportunity to move closer. Now you are almost nose to nose, Billy shrinking down to meet your height.

His eyes have that same look that you'd seen the night in your bedroom. His hair is falling in the exact same place. Deja-vu strikes you in the gut when you realize that once again, you haven't moved an inch. Billy's hand comes up to cup your cheek, head tilted slightly so he can get a good look at you.

"You are so confusing," you confess, mustering up enough nerve to make eye contact. The corner of his lip comes up in a half-smile; he knows he's confusing. It's not an accident.

"I know; it's what makes me interesting." He remarks, and your head shakes in disagreement. His hand is cupping your chin now. You're talking in order to keep yourself from passing out from the overwhelming heat beginning to build in the pit of your stomach.

"You don't have to be an asshole to be interesting, Billy." Your head is spinning from the proximity of your bodies. You begin to think back to your first encounter in Stu's garage—how charming he appeared to be and how easily his compliments rolled off his tongue. Even in your bedroom, he seemed endearing before it went downhill. In a different circumstance, you actually might've liked him.

"Then what else should I be, hm? Any suggestions?" Before you can answer, his thumb swipes languidly over your bottom lip. It seems to draw a deep breath out of you, much to Billy's satisfaction. He has you exactly where he wants you, where he's so easily been able to get you.

"You could try being decent for once," you retort, your voice barely above a whisper. But even as you stay firm in your conviction, his touch is getting more distracting as the seconds pass.

Billy's smile widens. "Decent, huh? I can be decent," he replies as his thumb continues its slow descent along your jawline. You almost laugh. He can be decent despite proving otherwise at every turn.

"Everything is okay with your friends. And we're finally alone. Do you want to keep talking about that, or do you want to talk about us?" He challenges. You want to push him away to reclaim some control over the situation. But there's a part of you that's satisfied the longer you stay this close to him. After all, he was right; everything was better now. He was the only loose end that hadn't been tied up. Tatum's advice is echoing in your head; it couldn't possibly be that bad. Could it?

"I don't want to talk." Your voice is low but no longer hesitant. Your eyes trail from his lips up to his eyes, and without needing to say a single word, Billy understands.

His other hand cups just under your ear, and he pulls you the few centimeters of space to close the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours gently. The first thing you notice about his lips is the lingering taste of alcohol. You wonder for only a second if he did the same as you, downing a few shots in preparation for some kind of confrontation. Billy takes his time, his grip on you loose enough that you could pull away at any moment if you wanted to. After weeks of dancing around each other and playing tug of war, every logical part of you wanted to stop this. But the other part of you that never gave in to anything but always wanted to try—that part was much stronger right now.

Your hands come up to wrap around Billy's wrists, and slowly but surely you stop fighting all of your urges to stay away from him. Billy takes this as a signal that you want this just as much as he did, likely for very different reasons. You feel his hands trail down to your lower back, resting right on the dip before the top of your jeans. Your hands find their way to his shoulders instead, and Billy begins stepping back towards the bed.

You follow his every move, completely enthralled by the warmth pooling between your legs to take notice, or really to even care. Billy's tongue swipes along your lower lip just as he sits on the edge of the bed, using his hands to guide you onto his lap. You welcome his tongue into your mouth and greet it with your own, your fingers moving to clasp around the back of his neck.

The excitement was starting to kick in, and kissing Billy turned out to be the most incredible thing you'd done in a while. Your best friend's words come back again, and this time you have every intention of listening to them.

Your lips are still moving with his near-perfectly. It is a shock after telling yourself how incompatible you were and putting so much of your energy into making sure he knew just how much you couldn't stand him. A wave of urgency passes over you, and you're pressing yourself against him without a second thought. Billy groans when you brush against the steadily growing bulge in his pants, so you do it again.

Billy pulls away just enough so he can speak, his lips even pinker than usual. "Slow down, Arizona. We have plenty of time," he teases you, and this time you don't take it personally. Your heart is racing, and you don't know what's making you feel more drunk: Billy or the tequila.

"Sorry, sorry." You shake your head, attempting to get yourself to think clearly. Billy's hands are comfortable on your hips, his fingers dipping just below your waistband to rub small circles.

"It's okay. Just come here," he says softly, easing you forward, his lips touching your throat instead this time. He places a few kisses, and a shiver runs down your spine that makes your back arch. He catches your lips again, but it's even slower this time. He's torturing you. You whine, beginning to get a little greedy when you hear someone who is definitely not Billy.

"Well, well, well," Stu leans against the doorframe, shaking his head in amusement. You've never moved so fast before in your life, hopping off of Billy's lap and scrambling to try and look like you weren't just devouring him.

"I fucking knew it; I told you!" He pumps both fists into the air triumphantly. Tatum and Randy soon pop up right behind him, and you begin to swear under your breath, hiding your face in your hands. Billy is sitting next to you, leaning back on his hands as if nothing was happening.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Randy is beside himself, pointing between you two with a look of horror. Stu nearly collapses in a fit of laughter, and Tatum stands with her arms crossed, trying to hide her smile.

"Movie's over, freaks. Let's go home." She cocks her head to the side, signaling for you to get up so you can catch your ride back. Thank god for Tatum, whether it’s intentional or not she is helping you avoid further humiliation.

Billy remains quiet, and you almost look to him for some kind of help. What were either of you supposed to say?

You clear your throat and adjust your shirt, avoiding giving him a second glance, and do the short walk of shame out of the bedroom. Randy is speaking nonsensically—a string of questions and words that don't make any sense. What you don't see is Billy hiding a smile of his own, even coughing to try and remain as stoic as possible. You hustle down the stairs, flushed with embarrassment, and follow Tatum outside to her car.

Your seatbelts are on, and the radio is off. Now that you're out of that room, the reality of what just happened settles on you. Tatum is looking at you from the corner of her eye, trying to gauge if she should say anything or wait until tomorrow. You look at her, and a few more seconds of silence pass between both of you, and you burst into laughter.

The third time was most definitely a charm.

#billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #scream #scream 1996 #billy loomis fanfiction #billy loomis smut #ghostface x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x fem!reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader #stu macher x fem!reader #skeet ulrich #skeet ulrich x reader #skeet ulrich x you #scream movie

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spaceclefairy · 1 year

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Make Me

Pairing: Chris Redfield/Reader

Prompt: “You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”

Tagging: @verbo-volant bc we're semi-illegally wed in bro-ly matri-homie and they requested prompt #7 from the smut prompts list

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Chris is built like a brick shithouse and he knows it, and he absolutely uses it to his advantage. It's not that you're short - you’re not. It's just that Chris is fucking huge and towers over you. And because he’s tall, and built, and towers over you, he thinks it's funny to hold your stuff up out of your reach.

Kind of like he's doing right now.

"Give me my book back, Chris,” you huff.

Chris does this when he wants attention, and he's incorrigible. It’s a game he likes to play when he’s needy and doesn’t want to say it.

“Oh, you want me to give you your book back?" Chris pretends to yawn like he's bored. "Make me."

"Christopher."

He shrugs, fighting back a grin. "I said make me."

You have several options to get your book back, really. Chris is easy to dissuade with the right technique. Said technique usually includes taking your clothes off, which usually gets you what you want pretty quickly.

And it's not like you don't enjoy this game - you absolutely do. You don't get to see Chris as often as you'd like, so you surely don't mind when he wants attention. You also, kinda-sorta, need some attention.

You roll your eyes. "What a difficult assignment you've given me, Captain. Whatever will I do?"

Chris almost grins. Almost. He loves when you call him Captain. "I don't know - what are you going to do?"

You grin up at him. "Well, since you've been gone for two weeks on assignment and want attention so bad, Captain, I suppose I could give you some."

"You could."

You press your hand to his chest and guide him backwards to the couch where you'd been laying right before he snatched your book. He sits when you push him, book still in his hand. You straddle his lap and pull your shirt over your head; Chris immediately wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, face pressed into your bare cleavage.

You reach behind you and snatch the book from him while he's distracted. "That was easy."

You know good and well that if Chris didn't want you to get the book back from him, you wouldn't have been able to snatch it from him. You are, in fact, exactly where he wants you, and exactly where you want to be.

He mumbles against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your chest just above the soft tops of your breasts. "Sure was."

You bury your nose in his hair - book long forgotten on the couch cushion next to you - while he trails kisses along your collarbone. His hands, broad and callused and so, so, warm, span your back easily. He grips your hips and squeezes, bucking up into you so you feel how hard he is for you already.

You roll your hips, grinding down in his lap while he cups your breast and takes your nipple into his mouth. "I guess you missed me, huh?"

Chris hums in agreement, flicking his tongue across your nipple. "I sure as fuck did."

You've missed him, too - you miss him every time he's off on assignment somewhere. Sure, you've got your own duties to attend to, your own assignments, but keeping busy doesn't make the ache in your chest go away when Chris is gone for days or weeks.

"Feels like you missed me pretty bad, Captain."

Chris pulls away from sucking your nipple with a light pop and kisses you hard. You’ve missed his kisses, especially these - the kisses he gives you when he’s so desperate to get to you, when his beard stubble itches at your skin and his usually soft lips are hard and insistent against yours.

"You're gonna be feeling how much I missed you for the next week," Chris promises.

Heat licks up your spine like fire at that, fed brighter when Chris’s fingers find the front of your underwear. You’re noticeably wet already, the front of your underwear soaked. He presses down on your clit through the fabric, drawing tight circles just lightly enough to make you grind down against his hand.

"Fuck, you're wet.“ He pulls your underwear to the side so he can slide his fingers through your slick heat, teasing your clit too lightly to give you any real relief. “You're not gonna have time to read a damn book when I've got you on your back all day."

“Promises, promises...”

You've had enough teasing. Your fingers find the front zipper of his pants and yank it down, then pull his cock free from the confines of his underwear. You stroke him with one hand, the other hand gripping the back of his neck so he's forced to keep his eyes on you.

"Promises, nothing. I’m gonna keep you on your back, on your knees, in my lap..." Chris grips the meat of your ass, keeping you steady with one big hand as he holds your underwear to the side with the other. "Put me where you want me, baby."

You hold him steady while you sink down on him with a soft moan. Chris is a big boy, so he holds still long enough for you to adjust. He's heavy between your thighs, the fat head of his cock nudging something deep inside of you. Desperate as he is to fuck you, it's not so much fun if he's hurting you - he waits for you to move first, for you to use him as your own toy.

A wicked heat burns the base of your spine until you have to move. You shift in his lap, riding him in short, slow strokes until any shred of pain left is gone. You brace yourself on his shoulders and ride him, his hips meeting yours. He grabs your hips, bouncing on you on his cock with as much restraint as he can muster.

"That's it, baby," Chris says, groaning softly in your ear, "take what you want."

And you do. You take him until your name starts to sound like a prayer on his lips, and you come with his fingers at your clit and his lips at your ear.

Chris lifts you up off of him and strokes himself until he paints your stomach with his spend. And he kisses you, softly, cupping your chin with his free hand, his thumb swiping across your cheekbone.

Ever the gentleman, he helps you up and sits you down on the couch. He heads to your shared bathroom and comes back with a nice, warm washcloth to clean you up.

You relax while he cleans you up, watching him idly with a grin. "Why am I the only one naked?"

Chris shrugs, grinning his smug little grin. "I guess you were in such a hurry to get back to your book, you couldn't wait for me to take my clothes off."

You swat his shoulder playfully. "Well, you should probably go ahead and take your clothes off, then. You know, since you're gonna keep me on my back for the next week."

You love when Chris blushes like that, even more than you love books.

#prompt list: smut prompts #resident evil #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x you #resident evil imagines #requests are open for chris prompts

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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heyy hope ur day has been good so far!

could i request a bill x reader hurt/comfort oneshot?

Reader and bill get into a massive fight about something stupid they dont even remember anymore and in the heat of the moment bill says something about readers weight wich they are extremely insecure of (reader is a bit chubby) and both of them are just standing completely shocked about what just happened and the reader starts tearing up so bill tries to hug her and apologise but the reader pushes him away not wanting to be touched and he then realises how he fucked up.

a few days later after the reader avoided him he shows up with puffy eyes and eye bags, holding flowers and apologises saying how he knows that what he did wasnt right and that he cant undo everything but he wants to try and will wait how ever long reader needs to trust him again?

sorry if this is a bit much and its ok if ur not comfortable writing this!

have a great day!

(Yo! Sure I can but so sorry, I'm not good at apologies so I left it at the end like a sorta cliff hanger bc I suck at giving and writing apologies. But anyway, enjoy!)

An Apology Won't Cut It

You didn't even know how the hell this started, and how it ended up here.

It was a small argument, ending up in comments thrown and bickering until yelling ensued and the rest of the band left you both alone.

Yelling in the hotel room you and Bill shared after a concert when you just wanted to sleep away everything.

What you can remember was that Bill got mad at you for 'flirting' with a fan.

Yes, you used to flirt with fans, basically what Tom did, flirting with fans girls and boys alike until you got into a relationship with Bill and that stopped.

You used to enjoy it, but put an end to it once Bill expressed his feelings for you before.

You didn't engage in fan advances, but when you put them off you were scolded by your publicist and told not to and just smile, brush them off and move on.

Of course, you didn't want to be scolded anymore, so you just agreed and tried to keep your distance.

But the fanboy at the signing today would not give in, not taking the hint at your strained smiles and goodbyes but being tugged back into the conversation.

Bill noticed and you could see his attitude change the more and more the boy flirted, and the more you stood there, trying to get away but Bill didn't see that through his annoyance.

Georg had to swoop in and save you from being uncomfortable, and the last thing you wanted was to be arguing with Bill over something you didn't even want.

"This is so goddamn pointless, Bill. I tried!" You yelled, exhausted from the night and fed up as Bill scoffed.

"You didn't try anything. You stood there and let him flirt with you when I stood there like a dumbass!" Bill countered, visibly angry at you.

"Yeah! You stood there and watched him make me uncomfortable! Georg had to come get me." You sighed, running a hand through your hair to try and calm down.

"For all anyone knows is that you were flirting back! Like you always do!" Bill tried to get it across from his spot standing across from you.

"Like I always do?! Don't throw that shit back at me!" You yelled back, pissed at him for bringing up past relationships before you were even together, and something he already knew wasn't true.

"Don't go there because I didn't do anything wrong. I tried to get away, you stood there like an asshole watching me but are still blaming me."

Bill scoffed, muttering a comment under his breath he would soon regret when the room fell silent.

He soon stilled, a cold sweat running through him as he heard what his own mouth muttered through the room.

Bill looked up to see your face, anger, hurt and shock written across your face.

"Really?" You muttered, you scoffed as you gave a small laugh out of bewilderment as Bill stood up in surprise in himself.

"(Name)-" Bill tried before you cut him off.

"You really wanna fucking go there?" You asked, your voice strong but coming out with the same hurt written across your face.

Bill felt guilty eating up in him, the memories of comforting you about your insecurity of your weight in his mind, bringing up your confidence in yourself as he helped you.

Even holding your hand as you told him about the insecurities, remembering how he comforted you and made you feel like the most beautiful being in the world.

Only to see him crush it as the stupid fucking comment about your own weigh and insecurity was used against you in an argument.

By none other than Bill.

"You're an asshole, Bill." You shook your head, trying to blink away the tears.

You were angry at yourself for what happened at the concert, even if you tried your best to make it stop but was still blamed.

"I'm sorry." Bill apologized quickly, walking closer to you and trying to pull you in for a hug, for both of you but his hand was quickly slapped away.

You backed away towards the door of the room, snatching your arm away from your boyfriend, or what Bill feared, ex-boyfriend.

You were a strong person and Bill knew that, you told him many times that even if it was an insecurity, you wouldn't let it be used against you or let yourself feel like shit because of it.

It had been before by previous boyfriends, and you left their asses because of it, and Bill may even now join that list.

"Don't you fucking touch me." You cursed at Bill, the boy's guilt multiplying as he saw you get rid of the tears, replacing them with anger fueled ones.

"Get the fuck out and get a new hotel room. I'm not gonna be around someone who immediately goes to that when arguing." You told Bill, your boyfriend tried to speak up but nothing came out.

"I told you about it, you even comforted me about it." You scoffed, staring through him as Bill frowned.

"(Name), I'm sorry." Bill apologized once more, trying to step closer to you but stopped when you turned on your heel and walked to the door.

"Get your shit and you better be gone when I get back. I'm not crying over your ass."

Bill watched the door open, hearing it slam against the frame and your footsteps leaving down the hall.

Bill stood in his place, cursing at himself for his own stupidity and trying to find a way to fix this but came up empty.

The only thing Bill could do now was sink down into the seat by the bed, looking around at tour abandoned belongings mixed in with his.

He could only hope for a way to fix what he may have fucking ruined over his own stupidity.

#tokio hotel georg #gustav tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz

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wannaseewhatshangin · 8 months

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can you please do a dallas winston angst where reader is going through a depressive ep? and they aren't in a relationship but they also aren't friends (like a romantic connection type thing)

OOO I LOVE THIS! Also if any of you are going through a state of depression, I want you to know that it will be okay. Just keep trying and you will eventually get to wherever you wanna go! <3 Also I'm gonna make this like a depressive ep bc she's sick of Dallas not making up his mind about if he wants to be with her or not. Hope that's okay :).

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

❝ And what I really meant to say is I'm sorry for the way I am. ❞ (also the song is "Cold- Crossfade" <3)❝ Cause I'm pretty when I cry. ❞ (Song- pretty when I cry -Lana del ray.)

Dallas wandered around town, seeing you at the diner so he thought he'd come see you.

Big mistake.

All the flirty and playful banter that you two used to share wasn't there when he flashed you a smile and you had yet to wipe your tears.

"Hey Y/n. Whatcha doin' all by yourself?" He said, his accent already making you sick to your stomach.

You loved his accent. But today you didn't wanna see him.

You didn't wanna hear him.

"Trying to get away from people. So if you'd be my little helper and go away." You said, looking out the window of the diner.

He stayed quiet for a bit, trying to search for reasons why you could be acting like this.

"You gonna keep staring? You heard what I said. Get lost." You snapped, pushing him out the booth seat.

He was kinda shocked, pony and Johnny stood in the background, wondering why their best friend was acting so mean.

"You okay y/n? I don't mean to stick around after you told Dallas not to. But I'm a bit worried." Johnny spoke softly to you.

You looked at him plainly before rummaging through your purse.

"I'm alright Johnny. Just- here." You hand him and Ponyboy a few dollars, telling them to go get a snack from the counter.

They didn't wanna walk away, but they knew it was better to leave you alone so you didn't get upset again.

Dallas watch as you avoided his stare.

"Doll-"

"Don't call me that, Dal." You say as you play around with your French fries.

He looked at you with confusion.

"I've been calling you that since we met, whats up with you?" He says, anger obvious in his voice, now getting fed up with your cold shoulder.

"Dallas. I don't mean to sound like a bitch but I don't really give a damn. You come in and sweep me off my feet but then when theres a time where we should be together, you brush me off like some dirt. Make up your mind, Dal." you said as your old tears began to be replaced with new ones.

He looked at you, and you couldn't tell if he was angry. He tried to keep you calm, in fear of other people seeing the scene the two of you are causing.

"Doll I do love you-"

"Do you though?"

He banged his fist on the table, making you jump slightly. He noticed and wrapped his arm around you, not wanting to come off to harsh.

"Yes. I do love you and you know I do. But are you sure you wanna be with me? I'm not boyfriend material and you know that."

You rolled your eyes, a smile threatening to shine through.

"Im sure dal." You hugged him tightly, in hopes of him wanting the same thing.

He kissed your forehead softly, before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the booth.

You looked up at him confused as he wiped away your recent tears with a smile on his face.

"Lets go the the drive in tonight, yeah?" He said, twirling your hair.

You were deeply in love with him. And you didn't care anymore if this was another sick trick. You would fall for it over and over just for him.

#dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston x reader #angst with a happy ending

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oneforthemunny · 11 months

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heyy evie i have a little specific ask so pls just ignore it if it's dumb. lately i wasn't feeling v well and when i'm in that headspace i get clingy. how would eddie react if i was trying to cuddle and be held by him and he snapped at me because he was busy and didn't know i felt bad? i didn't adress it further, apologized and went to bed alone and he felt guilty about it later. how would we make up? maybe not janitor or modern eddie 'cause i don't see them behave like that but the others? or maybe just one of the others? need a little bit of angst and comfort you write so well<3

at first glance I wanted to say dom!eddie bc he seems like kinda a gimme answer in a way, but then I really think he wouldn't be mad at you for being clingy because that's a little unheard of for you. and I think that would be the same with rockstar!eddie, if anything he'd be on high alert and kinda freaked out.

but I think this would (and I apologize bc I'm about to hurt some people) be mafia!eddie coded.

he's fucking stressed to the max. rick is pissed the feds raided his place, hopper and steve were supposed to help him out and keep him ahead of this and they dropped the ball. they had to move shipments to another place bc obv rick doesn't keep shit at his house but they were scared they'd find the warehouse, and they moved it but that pushed things back leaving their buyers furious- they lost a lot of money.

rick is on eddie's ass to expedite the next shipment, send some guys down to miami and pick it up themselves, and he's stressed, he hasn't slept, and fuck- he's exhausted. mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally exhausted.

kitten had been getting sick, a little under the weather and usually eddie doted on her after one sniffle. she tried to keep it under wraps just because she didn't want to add to his stress, but she really didn't feel good and she missed eddie.

"ed?" you knocked on the door to his office. it was late and he'd been in here all day, barely leaving to even use the bathroom. "ed, are you coming to bed, honey?"

"I'll be there in a second." eddie huffed, fingers knotting through his already mussed hair.

you pouted, moving closer into the room. it smelt like cigarettes, which judging by the full ash tray, he'd been chain smoking. "baby, why don't you do this in the morning?" you ran your hand over his shoulder, feeling the tensed muscles. selfishly, you just wanted to spend time with him. you weren't feeling the best and combined with your lack of sleep from eddie's absence, it wasn't making you feel any better.

eddie ignored you, jaw tightening and continuing to mark up plans. you sighed, moving to sit in his lap. "eddie, you need to rest. you're overdoing it-"

eddie smacked his hands on the desk, shouting your name so loudly you stood before you could properly get into his lap. "for fuckssake! can you leave me alone to work? I have to get this shit done, ok? I fucking have to. I don't have time for this bullshit right now. I don't need sleep, I need you to leave me the fuck alone so I can figure this out!"

you felt the growing lump in your throat, turning on your heel, muttering a soft apology before going back to bed, teary eyed and head throbbing with congestion from your cold and tears.

eddie didn't come to bed until much much later, and when he did, he collapsed next to you, not even taking his clothes off he was so exhausted. he finally got things sorted and approved, rick was more calm and steady, jeff and max had picked up the cuban shipment in miami and were headed to rick, and it looked like he could finally relax for a little bit.

then he woke up the next day.

his arm was on you, even in his sleep he just reached out to hold you, but you were covered in a soft sheen of sweat, shaking a little even under the blankets. eddie blinked awake, seeing you covered in the blankets. "baby, are you ok?"

"'m fine." you muttered, still shivering and voice wavering. he didn't miss the way your voice rasped. "just a little cold."

eddie sat up, placing a hand on your head. it was damp and hot. "you're burning up, kitten." he frowned. "are you-are you sick?"

you hesitated and that was answer enough. eddie was up, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. "no, ed, I'm fine. really. I just... don't worry about me. I'll be alright."

eddie shakes his head, reaching for the phone book. "I'm calling dr. stephens to come look at you, alright? should've told me you were sick."

"I didn't want to bother you anymore than I already did, ed, please. I'll be alright." you pleaded, guilt creeping in your chest.

eddie paused, confused at first, before realization flooded him. then the horrid feeling of dread. "oh...oh fuck, kitten, no." eddie set the phone down, eyes rounded up at you. "I didn't... I was just...I'm so sorry." he didn't know what else to say. excuses felt lame and pointless, and the guilt and horror of his words were making him feel sick to his stomach. he'd talked to you so mean, so vile when you were just looking out for him. when you were sick.

eddie spent the rest of the day coddling you in any way he could. a lame excuse of an apology in his eyes, but it was all he could do. he felt horrible, and you knew that, that's why you let him dote on you, baby you and fuss over your blankets and pillows. you let him hold you in the office when he did have to go over a few things, snuggled in his lap or lying on the couch and napping. just in his company, it made you both feel a little better.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #mafia!eddie munson

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scoonsalicious · 23 days

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you've got me invested with Unwanted! and I've got stuff I wanted to say. First off, buckle up because this is a long one. Second, I'm not defending him in anyway shape, or form, Bucky is still an absolute piece of shit for what he's done. BUT I will say, I do see why it came to that point. I mean, the obvious manipulation from she who i will not name correctly. look, Jusepie is smart, I'll give her that, bc she's so calculated about every single interaction she and Bucky have. The way she played into his insecurity, self-doubt, and fears, it didn't come off as a surprise to me why Bucky went down that rabbit hole. I saw it this way, Jordan made his fears worse unbeknownst to him, she's the reason why Pocket and him are arguing more and causing a rift in their relationship, AND THEN she throws in that life vest of "oh i understand you more, you can be open to me because we're basically the same person" so she seems like the good guy in the eyes of Bucky. it's kinda like, you push someone who can't swim in a pool without them knowing, and then you save them from drowning so at the end, you still end up being a hero even tho you caused the problem in the first place?

THEN you add the layer of what Hydra has done to him which, we already know how much that messed him up both physically and mentally AND THEN you add the layer that he's not even from this century! And during that time? fragile masculinity? lack of consent? so many things wrong in that era? It's This might sound so condescending but Bucky is a very very VERY fragile man with a fragile mind that can easily be manipulated AND ON TOP OF THAT, actually has a really fragile ego too. And Jeremiah FED all that, she kept telling him things he wanted to hear to make it SEEM like she's on his side and that's she's the only one who gets him even tho that's not true at all.

Bucket isn't innocent obviously, especially with the things he said and didn't say (a.k.a. defending pocket, calling out Jerico and putting boundaries). basically everything he's admitted about the mental gymnastics he was doing to make it seem like he wasn't doing anything wrong blah blah blah. i could only shake my head bc, really? But then it circles back to how fragile his emotional and mental being is. but still, you can't use that as an excuse. AND i will argue, he was having a power trip. what, someone who thinks no one will ever love or even admire him after everything that he's done (even tho it's not his fault) to suddenly having two women vying for his attention? better yet, FIGHTING for him? he's a man, at the end of the day, and they ain't shit.

now, while i don't see him as unredeemable bc I do see his side then again, people keep saying i have too big of a heart so lol, i also don't think this is going to be an easy fix bc hell, i don't trust him either. like everything that comes out of his mouth, i'd be side-eyeing a lot. While I do believe that once you start spying on who your partner talks to, texting, interacting, etc, that relationship is already over. But i also can't blame Pocket bc this is more or less a last resort to save a friendship for than anything else. bc I really do think they need to start from scratch to be able to come out of this. like, build that trust first, then that friendship before they can even start thinking about dating each other again.

I am worried though, because the thing with Bucky and Josiah, as much as we don't like to admit it, they have built some sort of friendship (toxic one but i'll digress). And it has also become a habit (i could argue addiction) for Bucky, especially when he's been open and vulnerable to her (i get there are things you just aren't brave enough to tell your part but like dude, pocket isn't the fragile girl that you think she is, she can handle it) so it's going to be a tough thing for him to navigate and there's still a possibility that he'd crack under pressure (i don't want to say relapse but u get my point), especially knowing the lengths Jose will go through to get to him. It's really up to him to resist her as much as he can, but Bucky is also a good man. He tends to see the good in people even if they absolutely do not deserve it. I mean I'm the same, because if i see someone cry, even if that someone has been absolute shit to me, it cave so easily. and I have no doubt Julian will play into that HEAVILY. i don't think she's shown what she's fully capable of and that's scary.

I know you said that something is still about to happen come chapter 18 before things become all fixing and groveling, and i'm really worried that this would be a nail on the coffin that would make Bucket irredeemable but, you also said it wasn't as bad as chapter 13 so i'm having my theories that the angst might not come directly from bucky, or that he has no control over it a.k.a it's all Jack's masterplan that Bucky wasn't conscious about it (i really hope not please i'm thinking about the worst). And while i don't agree with Pocket doing a nasty revenge just to get back at Bucky. I think it's more powerful for him to hurt solely because it's his own doing, not because Pocket did something intentionally to hurt him. But I also can't say I don't blame her. but I mean, if it wasn't intentional though? I could look the other way haha. Anyway I can't wait to see how you've decided to play this out! sorry for this whole essay haha much love 🤍

Okay, first off, I fucking LOVE THIS. All of it. These J names? SENDING ME. GIVING ME LIFE! I am cracking up over here to the point my dogs are concerned. They’re giving me Looks.

Second, it fills me with unspeakable JOY that you completely, 110% get where I’m trying to come from with Bucky! It’s been difficult for me to express all the things going on in his head when he’s not a POV character, especially without making it sound like he’s just bullshitting Pocket with his words, or being insincere or flat out lying, so to read that you picked up what I was putting down so succinctly is just ::chef’s kiss::

Third, Pocket gets her revenge, but not in a malicious way. Like, she doesn’t set out to make him suffer. She just… makes some decisions that lead to him facing the consequences of his actions in painful ways. Some are satisfying and funny and some are sad and difficult, but they all build toward Bucky seeing how absolute shit he was to her. As for Judas’s master plan, if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking re: Bucky not being conscious of it, don’t worry— I didn’t go there. If you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking, then I have no idea what you’re thinking lol

Trying to be purposefully vague about Chapter 18: it’s not so much what Bucky does that causes the angst— it’s how he responds to what he did that really gets to Pocket. She notes to Wanda and Nat that she could have forgiven him for his actions, in time, but not for the way he followed up on them.

#unwanted #unwanted update #jnon report

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Eli x LaRusso!Gf have a sneaky Valentines dinner together and get caught by Daniel.

Aww I love this idea!

Valentine's Dinner

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz x Chubby!LaRusso!Reader

Y/N used ○ tagging @sensei-venus bc they loved these LaRusso!readers haha ○ also this got longer than I expected it to be ○ this also took way longer to write because I couldn't stop laughing

Hope you enjoy!

It was the perfect night for a romantic dinner. It was Valentine's Day, after all, and Y/N LaRusso had every intention to make it a memorable first Valentine's with her boyfriend. She'd been saving up for the night so she could take him to a nice restaurant. Eli didn't argue because she looked so happy to do it, and he would get to go to a really fancy restaurant. It didn't really matter to either of them where they went, so long as they were together, so it was more like a little treat for the two of them to give themselves.

So, when he pulled up to her house, long after her parents and siblings had left the house, they were ecstatic to see each other. Greetings were short; she teased him with a "you clean up nice" when she saw him in a nice button up; he was star struck seeing her in a pretty red dress. They gravitated toward each other soon thereafter and made out hotly for a good five to ten minutes before pulling out of the driveway and heading into town.

He held her hand all the way to the restaurant and as they made their way inside. They were promptly seated because Y/N had called weeks in advanced and reserved a table for them. It was a quiet little table near the back, cast in perfect mood lighting. At the first chance she got, Y/N pushed her chair closer to Eli's and they looked at the menu together. She gave him ideas of what to order based off of what she'd eaten there before. They giggled and kissed behind the menu, a little too distracted to make any decisions yet. When the waitress came around, they ordered an appetizer because they'd hardly looked at the menu.

As they took a more serious look at the menu, the line outside was growing. Couples were lining up to get inside, but had to wait for non-reserved tables to open up. It was a world away from the teenage couple inside, having their movie moment as they'd snuck out to have a night together. That was okay with them, because as far as they were concerned, the rest of the world didn't exist.

By the time the waitress had come back with their appetizer, they'd made up their minds. She took their order and left them to their own devices, giving them a look as they held hands under the table and shared long kisses under the light. They fed each other appetizers in the cheesiest way possible, laughing at themselves.

Then a cart was pushed up to a nearby table that caught Eli's eye. He smirked and leaned into Y/N.

"Do you think that guy will give us some champagne?" he whispered.

She looked at the guy pouring glasses for a couple not too far away, then she looked at her boyfriend a little shy. "I don't know."

"I bet he'd take my ID," he chuckled. "Do you want some?"

She bit her lip and thought about it for a moment, then nodded. She smiled, the idea of doing something they shouldn't be a little tantalizing. For so long she'd been the good daughter, but tonight her parents weren't around to bust them. Tonight, she could be a little bad and no one would know. After all, she'd already snuck out. What was one glass of champagne?

When the man with the bottle came over to them, Y/N were quick to realize he wasn't much older than them. Eli passed him his fake ID and vouched for Y/N confidently. they waited with baited breath for a moment before the college kid shrugged and gave the ID back. In the next instant, two glasses were placed before them and the sparkling liquid filled them.

"To you and me," Eli said, holding up the glass with a smirk.

Y/N giggled and clinked her glass to his. "To you and me."

They took the first sip together, eyes on each other. Y/N couldn't help but think about how sexy he looked with his hair down. In the meantime, Eli had a hand on her thigh and gave it a small squeeze from time to time. They couldn't stop smiling at each other, or staring at each other, or kissing each other for that matter. They were caught up in the happy, warm feelings of Valentine's Day, celebrating each other wholly and truly.

Their plates arrived sometime after and they were left alone, fully. They enjoyed one another's company, talking idly about little things that didn't matter much and feeding each other off of their own plates. They were in their own perfect world and nothing was going to ruin that.

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To the staff and other patrons, they looked like any other young couple. Most smiled and let them be, enjoying their own Valentine's date. It was a busy night for the employees, working hard and quick to clear tables once they emptied so the next couple could be seated as quickly as possible. They were just another table, another couple, another date. It was a night of togetherness, when other people didn't matter.

That was Daniel's stance as he walked into the establishment with Amanda on his arm. While this wasn't their first choice, they were happy to get into anywhere seeing as their reservations at the first restaurant had fallen through. After some confusion and stress, they were smiling at each other once again as they were lead to a table.

"See, I told you that it would be fine," Amanda assured him as they sat down. She smoothed out the table cloth, sighing contently. Her hair and makeup were done perfectly for the evening and Daniel couldn't take his eyes off of her. Despite the hiccup in their plans, she could always make him smile.

"You were right," he told her as opened the menu.

After making their orders, Daniel excused himself to the bathroom. The night was going more than well, better than he could have ever hoped, and he was thankful for the quick thinking his wife had.

It was on his way back to the table that things started to crumble under his feet again.

He heard a familiar laugh; an angelic, beautiful, playful laugh that he knew all too well. He stopped and looked around the room, giving it a once over because he was sure his ears were playing tricks on him. Then he continued on his way, but he heard the laugh again and he made a hard stop once more. This time, he took a better look around the room and inspected the tables.

Just as his eyes landed on a small table in the back, a server walked by and obscured his views. The peek at the couple was enough for him, though, but he wanted a better look. Unfortunately, the male had pulled the girl closer to him, practically onto his lap, and they were making out heavily. He couldn't see their faces again, but that didn't stop Daniel from running back to his wife.

He grabbed the back of her chair and leaned down to her, startling her. He didn't let her get a word in before his own words started falling out of his mouth.

"Amanda, you're not going to believe who's here! Y/N! She's here with- with that hooligan she calls a boyfriend!" he whisper-yelled, his blood rushing through his body as his heart pumped it at an alarming pace. He felt the heat in his cheeks, the twitchiness in his fingers, the urge to scream. "She's right over there! Look!"

He threw his arm out, pointing to the other side of the room. His finger, as well as his whole hand, was shaking.

Amanda remained calm, following his direction before looked at her. "Hooligan? Really, Daniel? Sit down."

He looked at her, ready to argue against the small command, but then he closed his mouth and relented. He pulled his chair in and sat down. "i'm not crazy, Amanda. I know what I saw."

"Y/N told us she was staying home because she had a lot of homework to do," she told him. Throwing her hand up, she shook her head. "I'd like to think she wouldn't lie to us like that."

"She snuck that boy into our house," he argued. "I don't know what she's capable of. It's like I don't know her anymore."

"You're being dramatic," she told him, keeping a straight face. "And weren't you the one that said the Eagle Fangs weren't that bad."

"That did not include Hawk."

"Okay, well, you need to calm down because I highly doubt our daughter would- oh my god, that is them!"

As she turned her head, Amanda saw Y/N in full. Her bright smile, her round cheeks, the shine of happiness in her eyes. It was the same face she'd seen everyday since the girl was born, and she was in fact sitting with the purple haired "menace," as Daniel called him.

They were beaming at each other, lips glossy from the kiss they'd managed to pull themselves out of. The scene reminded Amanda of her teenage years and hijinks she would get into with boys. It was the epitome of teenage love and rebellion.

"See, I told you!" Daniel seethed, leaning over the table. He was practically foaming at the mouth.

She gave him a stern look. "Stop that. So she's out on a date with her boyfriend? It's not a crime, Daniel."

"She lied to us, hid this from us," he began, listing it out on his fingers. He got two points and stopped, eyebrows knitting up. "Why would she hide this from us?"

"Maybe it's because you detest him openly in front of her," Amanda suggested. She rolled her eyes. "Let's just let them enjoy it and when we get home, we'll talk to her about it."

He finally took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "You're right. It's Valentine's Day. We'll talk to her about it later."

Their plates came soon after Daniel regained his composure. He tried his best to ignore the teen couple, enjoying glasses of champagne with his wife. It seemed like the night was going to end on a semi high note, but that was before Daniel spotted the champagne glasses on Y/N's table-

"Oh my god," he let out, almost choking on his drink. He coughed, which gave his mind a few extra seconds to come up with a father's worst case scenario. "They're drinking. They're gonna get drunk and make a stupid mistake. They're gonna have sex and Y/N is gonna get pregnant. They're gonna have a have a baby Hawk- Oh my god! Amanda, I can't let that happen."

He stood up and hardly heard his wife telling him to sit down. He marched through the dining room, all those urges to scream bubbling up again. his fingers were twitching at his sides and he didn't know what he was going to do with them, either pull his daughter away or strangle Hawk.

Before he'd made up his mind, he shouted, "Y/N LaRusso! What the Hell do you think you're doing?"

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Y/N jumped upon hearing a very familiar voice borderline yell her name in a room full of people. She turned, horrified to find her father coming up to her and Eli's table. She felt the blood draining from her face and turn cold, the desire to get up and run out of the building and never show her face there again strong. However, she felt stuck to her chair; nothing moved. All she heard was her rapid, hard heartbeat in her ears.

"I thought you said your dad was at another restaurant," Eli said from beside her.

She turned to him, completely stressed. "He was supposed to be."

"Right, I was supposed to be somewhere else," Daniel said, coming to a stop as he reached the table. He stood over the teens and crossed his arms over his chest. "But you didn't account for something going wrong and us showing up here, now did you?"

She stared at him, bewildered. "No, because who would think that?"

A disgruntled and awkward noise came from the back of his throat before he pointed a finger at her. "That doesn't matter. You know that's not what this is about."

"Daniel," Amanda said, coming to his side. She took hold of his arm in an attempt to calm him. "Lower your voice, please."

"Why do you have to make a scene out of everything?" Y/N asked, clearly upset and frustrated. She stared at her father. "Why can't you just let things be?"

"Because I'm your father and I love you," he told her, lowering his voice as he had been asked to. Then he scooped up one of the empty champagne glass and waved it around in the air. "And this- this is one of the things fathers protect their daughters from. How much of this did you have? Are you drunk?"

"Are you out of your mind?" Y/N countered. She held her head, shaking it lightly. "One glass. That was it."

Daniel looked at his daughter, then focused his attention onto the equally embarrassed and shocked Eli. "This is your fault."

"What did I do?" he asked, very well aware of what he had done. However, that was not the point now. "We were just trying to have a nice Valentine's dinner."

"And what about after that?" Daniel accused.

"Oh my god," Y/N said, suddenly realizing how many eyes were on them. This was not an argument or moment happening in a quiet hallway or in the comfort of her home. They were in public and she was utterly mortified. She began sinking in her chair, trying to appear smaller while hiding her face in her hands. She spoke into her palms, "I cannot believe you did this."

"Daniel, maybe we should go," Amanda suggested lowly, also taking notice to the audience they had. She gripped his arm a little tighter. "Now."

"I'm not going anywhere without my daughter."

"I am not getting in the car with you," Y/N argued. Still stuck to her chair, she stood her ground. Her face was on fire and she already had a plan in mind on getting out of there as soon as her parents left.

Daniel looked as though he was ready to implode, cheeks puffed up as he kept his arguments in. He looked at his wife, then to his daughter, then back at his wife. "Amanda, do something."

"Okay," she said, then turned to Y/N. "We'll see you at home."

She proceeded to pull her husband to the door, hoping to pay the bill at the hostess station. Daniel didn't put up much of a fight, but complained about how they couldn't leave them there alone. She ignored him as she spoke to the hostess, things slowly returning to normal in the dining room, except for Y/N and Eli.

He put a hand on her back as she sat with her head in her hands. He rubbed it gently, not really bothered by her father's antics anymore. He actually liked pushing Mr. LaRusso's buttons. The only reason he didn't do that tonight, though, was because he knew she wouldn't have wanted that. They had basically put on a whole show for the rest of the dining room.

Their waitress came over a moment later and asked if they needed anything else.

"Just the bill," Y/N said, ready to leave.

"Oh, it's already been paid for. With a tip," the waitress told them. She smiled politely. "I was told to tell you that you could have any dessert of your choosing, if you'd like."

Y/N blinked, then looked at Eli. He smiled at her and gave a look that told her it was her choice. She sighed with a small smile.

She turned back to the waitress. "Two slices of the chocolate cake, to go, please."

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