#i’m sorry i’m not seeing why everyone needs a phone at school. the only thing i can think is if your bus/transport ticket or pass
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I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 11
Warnings: none really, mentions of smoking and drinking, reader punching someone....
Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader , Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler , slight Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Summary: Steve watches you from afar, confused about your relationship with the metalhead.
Word count: 4.9k
A/N: @mysticmunson you're always my biggest help and inspiration, thank you, angel🤍
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“Will you hold still?”
“I’m sorry!”
“Why are you so shaky?”
“I-I don’t know.”
You drop the eyeshadow brush on the desk and put your hand on your hip, sighing as you look at Chrissy who looks more nervous than ever. She is still wearing a hoodie, the cheer uniform is hanging over the back of your chair. You have been trying to do her eye makeup for the past twenty minutes.
“Lay down.”
Her eyebrows shoot up, confusion takes over her face, “why?”
“Because I can’t work like this, you keep fidgeting – seriously, what’s up? You are never this nervous.”
You and Chrissy always get ready together whenever there’s a basketball game. Usually she does her makeup herself but tonight she asked you to do it, she wanted something similar like you, just with more color.
She seemed happy and excited when she came over but now she seems like a nervous mess. Every time you move closer to her, she starts fidgeting, it’s not the first time you had noticed her doing that. You have noticed a lot in the past three months.
Heather and Chrissy kept being secretive, oftentimes you would catch them whispering before they’d notice you in the room, they share glances that you don’t understand. They still make you feel left out. You confronted them a while back but neither of them gave you any answers to your questions, it upset you and it caused you to distance yourself from them a little.
They had started to make you feel the way he made you feel. The constant lies, the whispers and them going behind your back had gotten to you. It triggered some feelings that you thought you had left in the past.
They were upset when you stopped answering their phone calls and when you would cancel plans but you couldn’t be around them when they refused to talk about the very obvious issues they had with you. You would never drop the friendship, you would never leave them behind, they mean too much to you to just kick them out of your life but you needed some distance, for your sake.
You made a new friend, Robin Buckley. Eddie introduced you to her back in January, they had been friends since middle school – back when he was still a theater kid.
You instantly hit it off with her, she is nice and she is very different from Chrissy and Heather, which is why she didn’t feel comfortable hanging out with them yet. It’s a miracle that she gave you a chance considering that ‘popular’ people make her feel extremely anxious and uncomfortable – which you can understand now that you see things from a different perspective.
To most people, you are still the ‘the queen of Hawkins High’ but to some you are one of the freaks now. They glare at you, they whisper about you, they call you names and point their fingers at you, especially when they see you with Eddie, who feels guilty about the treatment you are getting from some of the people that used to be in your friend group when you were still with Steve. You don’t care though.
You don’t care what other people think of you.
But you do care what your friends think about you, your friends who still keep secrets.
“Yeah Chrissy, why are you so nervous?” Eddie chuckles as he looks up from his magazine, glancing at the two of you. Wiggling his eyebrows at her. She glares at him and rolls her eyes, which only makes him chuckle again.
Eddie knows why she is so nervous, it’s obvious why – well, it’s obvious to everyone but you. It didn’t take him long to figure it out. The subtle glares and the attitude he sometimes gets from the usually nice cheerleader isn’t because she doesn’t like him, it’s because she is jealous of him. Because she likes you.
And she knows that he knows, she realized it after he started teasing her with small comments and the smug looks he would throw at her when he’d catch her checking you out. At first, she was scared. Scared that he would tell you something that she had been trying to hide for so long. Eddie promised not to tell though.
Chrissy lies down, a small huff leaves her lips. You get on the bed and scoot closer to her, reaching for the eyeshadow brush, you dip it into the blue eyeshadow before you lean down.
She is looking at you – staring at you.
“Close your eyes,” you chuckle.
“O-Oh right,” she whispers and closes her eyes.
Eddie puts the magazine down, he leans back in his chair and puts his arm behind his head. He looks at you, you are already wearing your uniform, your hair and makeup is already done. He watches the way you bend down to get closer to Chrissy, your skirt rides up a little, exposing your spandex and more of your skin. He really really doesn’t want to look at you in that way but he can’t look away either.
You are his friend and he really loves your friendship and how easy things are between the two of you but you are beautiful.
And you are sexy.
You suddenly turn around and glance at him, you catch him staring at you. Eddie’s eyes widen but he plays it cool, smirking at you. Your eyes flash with amusement, you raise your brows at him, a smirk tugs at your lips.
“Stop staring, Munson.”
Eddie gives you a cocky grin, “I can’t look away from a beautiful sunset.”
You furrow your brows and a laugh escapes your lips, you shake your head at him, “what does that even mean, you dork?”
You turn back around, still smiling. Chrissy snorts at his words.
“Okay, tell any sane person to look away from two cheerleaders straddling,” he says.
“Eddie!” Chrissy mumbles, opening her eyes to look at you with a disapproving frown.
You grab one of your pillows and turn around, throwing it at him, “perv!” You laugh.
He catches it and presses it against his chest, he smirks at you, “can you do my eyeshadow too, sweetheart?” He jokes.
“Shut up,” you chuckle as you turn back around. You reach for your makeup bag and look for the glitter you bought when you went shopping with Robin, yesterday.
Chrissy leans on her elbows, she glances at Eddie who is checking you out again and then her eyes move back to you. She can see the shine in your eyes, the smile that you are trying to bite back, the flustered look on your face.
It annoys her.
Eddie is amazing and with him, you would actually be in good hands. He is a much better person than Steve ever was. He wouldn’t hurt you, especially not the way he did. Eddie makes you smile, he spends more time with you than Steve did, he buys you little presents that he surprises you with, all the time. He takes you out on dates that ‘clearly’ aren’t dates because you are just friends. Eddie comes to basketball games – he comes to basketball games, just for you.
Eddie would be a good boyfriend, there is no doubt about that. She is not sure if you like each other or not but it seems like it. She should be happy for you and she should support it but the green eyed monster inside of her just refuses to let her be happy for you.
“Are you excited for the party?”
Chrissy snaps out of her thoughts, she looks into your eyes again and nods.
“Are you gonna wear the dress you bought?”
She closes her eyes again when you lean back in with the brush. She feels your fingertips on her cheek when you tilt her face to the side. She takes in a shaky breath.
“Should I?”
You hum.
“You look pretty in it.”
She smiles at your words, “I do?”
“Yes, you always do, Chris.”
She blushes and her smile grows bigger, “thank you,” she whispers.
You smile down at her, “you’re welcome.”
After you finish her makeup, Chrissy takes her uniform and goes into your bathroom to get changed. You clean up the small mess and put away all the makeup and the brushes, you grab your favorite lipstick and walk over to the mirror, you can feel his eyes on you as you start applying the lipstick. A smile tugs at your lips, you glance at him through the mirror. He’s wearing the same smile as you.
“What?”
He shakes his head, scratching the back of his neck, “nothing.”
You furrow your brows, you smack your lips together and look at your reflection one more time before you turn around to face him.
“Why are you smiling?”
He shrugs and gets up from the chair, he grabs the green hair bow and walks towards you.
“I like watching you get ready,” he says.
“You do?” You smile.
He nods, “mhmm.”
He stops in front of you and looks down at you as he holds up the green hair bow, “turn around.”
You turn around, facing the mirror again. He steps closer to you. You can smell his cologne, it’s a new one. It smells even better than the previous one he used. The smell of smoke always lingers around him though, nothing can hide the smell – not the cologne, not the aftershave, not his shampoo which surprisingly smells like apples, not the cinnamon from his favorite gum.
Eddie’s hands are gentle, his brows are furrowed in concentration, he presses his lips together as he puts the bow in your hair.
Something about this makes you giggle. Eddie being in your bedroom isn’t unusual but him helping you get ready for the game, putting a bow in your hair is very unusual.
His eyes flash with amusement as he raises his head to look at your reflection in the mirror, “what’s so funny?”
You shrug and continue watching him, “just you helping me get ready for a laundry basket game.”
He snorts.
“I’m helping you get ready for your performance and I’m only going there for you, sweets.”
Your heart warms at his words.
“And then you’re also coming to the bonfire party with me.”
“With you.” He nods.
“Alright, I’m done,” he grins and flicks your ponytail before he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug, leaning his chin on your shoulder, causing you to giggle again.
You grab his forearms and lean back.
“Do you hug all your friends that way?”
He chuckles and pulls you even closer, “nah only the special ones, babe,” he smirks and buries his face in your neck, breathing in the smell of your perfume and body wash.
You giggle and tilt your head to the side, “how many special ones are there?”
“Just one.”
You narrow your eyes as you turn to look at him, he smirks at you still.
“You’re my very special one.”
He isn’t joking about that, despite the teasing look on his face, he is saying the truth. You are special to Eddie. You haven’t been friends for that long, you started talking last summer, back in august but you have only gotten really close after your breakup with Steve. It feels like you have been friends for much longer than that though. The moment you first started hanging out, you instantly got attached to each other. Not a single day goes by when you don’t spend time together, he loves being with you and you love being with him.
Things feel natural, easy and just good when you are with each other.
You look into each other's eyes for a moment, not speaking, not moving, not doing anything. Sometimes that’s enough.
A smile tugs at your lips as you look at him. His smile grows as well and before you know it, you both start laughing for no reason.
Chrissy walks back into the room to see you in his embrace. She clenches her jaw and rolls her eyes in annoyance. She clears her throat.
You and Eddie look away from each other, the smile still ever present on your faces. You don’t notice the jealousy or the bitterness on her face. He does.
“Can we go?”
You glance at Eddie who nods at you with a shrug. He is definitely not excited for the game, you told him that he doesn’t have to go but he claimed that he wants to go, for you.
You smile at them both, “let’s go!”
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Things between Steve and Billy were tense all night. You could tell from the moment they walked out into the gym, the glares they sent each other were more intense than usual, they wouldn’t pass on any opportunity to ‘accidentally’ bump into each other and not to mention Steve’s bleeding nose, he tried to hide it but he kept wiping his nose and you noticed the blood on the back of his hand.
He looked angry and frustrated. You noticed it, right away.
She didn’t.
Despite the tension and the weird energy that surrounded one of the best players on the team, they still won against the opposing team and took another win home, which of course has to be celebrated.
Lovers Lake is filled with people, the bonfire party that had been planned for weeks is in full swing, loud music is sounding through the speakers, the smell of burning wood mixed with the smell of the crisp spring air brings you comfort. The cold months are over and the warm weather is finally approaching.
The beer you have been drinking all night makes you feel a little tipsy but you feel calm and the stars in the sky make you smile as you lay on the grass with Eddie. He lights up a cigarette and blows the smoke up into the air.
You turn your head and look around, a few people are sitting by the fire. You see Chrissy and Heather talking to a few girls from the cheer squad. You see Nancy sitting on a log with Jonathan, they are both laughing, leaning closer to each other, Steve is sitting on a different log, he is holding a red solo cup in his hand, he looks into the fire with a dull look on his face.
You raise your brows, you look at the three of them. Odd. Shouldn’t he be the one next to her? Shouldn’t he be the one whispering to her? Shouldn’t he be the one making her laugh?
“Do you think there’s more out there?” Eddie asks, pulling your attention away from him.
“Hmm?”
Eddie repeats his question and you turn back to look at him, he is pointing up at the sky, “like aliens and shit.”
You scoot closer to him, looking at the way he squints his eyes as he smokes.
“Hmm, maybe,” you shrug, “I think there’s more than just aliens though.”
“Oh, do you?” He asks, turning to face you, “tell me more.”
“I think there’s other universes.”
He raises his brows, waiting for you to explain more.
“I think there are different worlds, different versions of us – like, maybe there's a version of us fighting interdimensional monsters right now,” you joke, which he seems to love.
His eyes light up at your words and he laughs.
“Maybe we are slaying a dark wizard right now – what was his name again, Vecman? You know the one from your new campaign?”
Eddie laughs loudly and he shakes his head, “it’s Vecna, sweetheart.”
You roll your eyes and snort.
“Right, we are killing Vecna, right now.”
“Are we normal humans or?”
“No, we have superpowers.”
“What kind of superpowers?”
You put your finger on your chin and look up, “hmm… you got super strength, super speed,” you pause and look into his eyes, his skin looks pale beneath the moonlight, his eyes are dark. Your eyes widen, “you’re a vampire!”
His jaw drops, his eyes widen, “I’m a vampire?”
“Yes!”
“That means I had to die – wait! Did you bring me back from the dead? You know, since you’re a witch?”
"Absolutely,” you giggle.
“That’s so sick, sweetheart.”
“Right?”
You both giggle as you stare at each other. His eyes fall to the chain around your neck, the one that he had put on you earlier tonight. He reaches his hand out and touches it.
“Maybe we are both rockstars in a different world.”
“Both of us?” You laugh, “I can see you being a rockstar but me?”
“Hush. You are helping me write songs and you can play guitar now – well a little, never as good as me but yeah,” he says, cockily. Smirking at you.
You shake your head, snorting at his words.
“Maybe you are my groupie.”
“You wish!” You slap his shoulder, making him laugh again.
“Okay okay, not a groupie – you are the lead singer and I’m the sexy guitarist.”
“Mhmm.”
You lie back again and look up at the stars, a grin takes over your face, “or maybe you are my groupie.”
“Oh absolutely, I’d totally be your groupie if you were a rockstar, y/n.”
You and Eddie are in your own little world, you always are. You don’t care about anything or anyone else when you are with each other. The rest of the world melts away when you spend time together.
You don’t care about the people around you or the awful music that one of the jocks picked out, the prying eyes of the judging girls from the cheer squad. You just don’t care about anything.
You don’t even notice the curious eyes of your ex boyfriend but Eddie does, after you get up to get a new drink. His eyes find a sulking Steve Harrington, who is still sitting by the fire. His girlfriend is long gone and so is her friend, Eddie doesn’t bother to look around for them. He keeps his eyes on Steve, watching the way his eyes follow you. Eddie wonders why he looks so miserable, because of Nancy and Jonathan or because of you? It seems to be the latter, he could be looking for her but instead he is watching you.
A sigh falls from Eddie’s lips, how stupid can someone be? He wonders.
Suddenly, Steve straightens his back and his expression changes from miserable to curious and tense? He turns his head, looking right at him. Eddie raises his brows when he finds himself locking eyes with him. Steve looks confused, his eyes flicker back and forth between you and him.
Eddie follows his gaze to see what confuses him so much. He is looking at you and at the guy who is shamelessly checking you out as you laugh at something he said to you.
Eddie snorts. Of course. If there is one thing that he got used to when going out with you then it’s you being hit on, every damn time.
The guy is tall, probably taller than him. His shoulders are broad beneath the flannel, it’s clear that he’s some sort of athlete. He looks familiar but Eddie doesn’t recognize him.
Curiously, Eddie watches the interaction from afar, sipping his beer.
You are holding a drink in your hand, you have to crane your neck to look into his eyes. Eddie can see the smile on your face, you nod to whatever he is saying to you. He steps closer to you, pretending not to hear you properly, he leans closer and licks his lips when he looks down your shirt.
Eddie rolls his eyes, “douchebag.”
The music is loud but he still hears the approaching footsteps, narrowing his eyes, he almost laughs in surprise when he sees Steve. Getting up, he dusts the grass off of his jeans and finishes his drink.
Steve stops in front of him, when Eddie sees the look of disbelief on his face, he almost bursts out laughing.
“I’m not selling tonight,” he mumbles.
Steve shakes his head, furrowing his brows at his words, “I don’t wanna buy anything.”
“Oh, to what do I owe you the pleasure then, King Steve?” Eddie asks, mockingly. He expects Steve to look annoyed but he doesn’t, just very confused.
“You’re not gonna do anything?” Steve asks.
Eddie chuckles, his brows draw together and he tilts his head in question.
“What do you mean?”
Steve raises his hand, pointing his finger at you and the guy who is now holding his hand out to you – you are writing something on his palm, presumably your number.
Eddie rolls his eyes again.
“This guy is flirting with her,” Steve mumbles.
“I’m not her keeper.”
Now he looks even more confused, if he didn’t look so serious, Eddie would have laughed. But then he realizes why he looks at him so shocked. Steve must think that you and Eddie are dating and he doesn’t understand how he as your ‘boyfriend’ just lets you flirt with some other guy.
Steve sighs, he turns around. Eddie watches the way he stares the guy down, a look of distaste appears on his face.
“That’s Ray, he used to be the captain of the basketball team. I always hated that guy.” Steve mumbles.
That’s a lie. Steve used to look up to him, when he was a freshman in high school and he was new on the team, Ray had seemed like the coolest guy around, he was the most popular guy at school, the girls loved him, the boys wanted to be like him and so did Steve until he became popular too and he realized that he could be even better than him. Ray was just a popular guy but Steve Harrington became the King of the school.
A title he used to be so proud of is just an embarrassing part of his past now.
Steve is certain that you and Eddie are dating. He could just ask to be sure but he thinks that it’s too obvious. You are dating. But why are you flirting with the former captain of the basketball team? Why are you writing your number on his hand? Are you in an open relationship with Eddie?
An open relationship is something you never approved of, you always made that very clear, not that Steve suggested something like this. Tommy always joked about it to Carol and you looked disgusted and always voiced your opinions on it.
What happened?
Did the hurt change you so much?
Ray walks away from you and you turn around, walking back to Eddie when someone else steps in front of you and both Eddie and Steve sigh in annoyance.
Billy Hargrove. Always there to ruin the night.
“Getting bored of the freak?”
The smile on your face falls, a sour expression takes over and you tense up. You can’t stand Billy. Not only does he keep trying to get in your pants while he has a thing going on with your friend, he also keeps insulting Eddie and picking fights with Steve, which shouldn’t be any of your concerns but something tells you that Steve’s bleeding nose and the bruise on Billy’s jaw has got something to do with you.
“Fuck off, Billy,” you mumble, trying to move past him. He doesn’t let you. He steps in front of you and chuckles.
“Don’t be like that, baby.”
You scrunch your face up in disgust, “don’t call me that.”
His eyes move up and down, he looks at your exposed skin and you suddenly regret wearing a low cut shirt.
“Ray Parker, huh?” He smirks, licking his lips, “going for the jocks again? The freak ain’t doing a good job at satisfying you? You know, you can just come to me instead of going for some retired team captain.”
“Jesus, shut up, Billy.”
Billy chuckles, his eyes twinkle with lust as he continues to stare at you, “when will you stop playing hard to get? We both know that you will end up under me at some point.”
If you didn’t feel disgusted by him already, you would definitely be now. Anger rushes through you and you roll your eyes.
“Keep dreaming, Hargrove.”
"Oh, I will."
You clench your jaw as you look into his blue eyes. You hate the cocky look on his face, the self assured expression that he always has. The smirk that he wears. God, you want to punch him.
You go to walk past him and surprisingly, he lets you walk away this time but then he says something that makes your blood boil.
“Yeah be a good girl and run back to the freak, no one else will fuck that loser.”
You halt in your tracks and you clench your fists. You had always been protective over your friends but especially him. Eddie may be good at pretending that the bullying doesn’t get to him, he learned to ignore them or to throw some punchlines back but you are not going to stand by and watch how others degrade and belittle him.
You turn back around and his smirk grows when he notices how angry you look.
“I never thought you’d be into some trailer trash a–”
You never punched someone before but you always wanted to know what it feels like to slam your fist into someone’s face, someone that you can’t stand. You didn’t think that it would hurt so bad but the look on his face and the bruise that he will wear later on, makes it all worth it.
His head snaps to the side and he looks stunned for a moment.
You hear the gasps around you, the chuckles from a few boys.
A part of you expects him to hit you back, you are no stranger to his anger issues. The reaction you get isn’t one that you expected though. He furrows his brows and suddenly he bursts into laughter, his eyes flash with amusement and his pupils dilate even further.
You want to punch him again.
“Shit baby, I’m even more into you now,” he smirks.
A groan of disgust falls from your lips and you turn around to leave before he can do or say anything else.
Eddie and Steve stand there with stunned looks on their faces. Eddie looks impressed and proud, a smirk is tugging at his lips.
Steve’s cheeks are flushed, his eyes are wide and his lips are parted in surprise. Out of all the things he expected to see tonight, this wasn’t one of them. The feeling that rushes through him is intense.
You should have punched him a long time ago.
“That’s kinda hot.”
Eddie snorts at Steve’s words.
Yeah, it was hot.
“Damn, sweetheart,” Eddie whistles, smirking as you walk back to him. He sees the way your eyes flash with confusion when you notice Steve next to him. “I didn’t know you had such a mean right hook.”
You roll your eyes, laughing. You don't even acknowledge him.
“He had that coming.”
Eddie throws his arm around you, he pulls you into his chest and leans down to kiss your cheek sloppily, not caring that your ex boyfriend is staring.
“That’s my girl.”
He wonders what Billy said to you to make you this mad.
“You gonna hit me next, big girl?” Eddie jokes.
You giggle, biting down on your lip, you look into Eddie’s amused eyes, completely dismissing his presence. You pull away from him, he looks at you curiously, eyeing the smugness in your eyes. Before he can react, you reach your arm behind him and slap his ass.
Eddie’s jaw drops at the smack he received, he snorts at your action, squinting his eyes at you, he tries to give you a mean look which only makes you giggle again. You step back when you realize what he’s about to do. Just as he tries to swat your ass, you run off, giggling.
Eddie doesn’t hesitate to run after you, trying to catch you. Your laughter is loud as you run away from him, pushing past the groups of people as you near the forest.
Steve's brows are still raised and his face is still stunned.
Many emotions went through him today; anger, sadness, irritation, jealousy but mostly confusion.
He watches Eddie grabbing you from behind, he hears your squeal and he sees the way Eddie kisses your cheek, again.
He blinks and forces himself to look away, only now noticing how wrong it still feels to see you with him.
But it's not wrong, right?
It's not wrong because you aren't his anymore.
He let go of you because you had asked him to, because he loves her, because he wants to spend his life with her.
He still has love for you, he always will but you are a part of his past now, a past that keeps calling him. The past that keeps haunting him in his mind and in his dreams.
Sometimes when he can't sleep at night, he stares at the telephone on his nightstand and he wonders what it would be like to call you, to hear your voice again, to ask you how you are doing, to ask if you are happy with the life you are living now that you are strangers to each other.
Sometimes he wants to call but he never does. You won't pick up the phone. He is sure of that.
But, if you called, he would pick up the phone, anytime, without hesitation.
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SEE YOU LATER, q. hughes
word count | 1.3k
pairings | quinn hughes x fem!reader
summary | in which quinn and his high school sweetheart break up due to her fear of holding him back, only to meet again five years later.
warnings | not proofread, no use of "y/n". lowercase intended. use of the name “ellie”. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.
a/n | i know i’ve already posted today but i thought i would post this as well! i changed the plot a little bit from when i posted the draft reveal, but here it is! i lowkey hate this but i finally had a surge of motivation.
quinn hughes was in love; something he thought he wouldn’t feel until he was settled in his career. a dedicated hockey player, quinn didn’t pursue love or relationships. that was until he met her. she was the sun to his moon, his everything. everyone warned him about falling in love, especially at his age and with his future, but quinn hughes ignored it all.
the night it all fell apart was the night quinn hughes stopped believing in love. it was the night before he was set to leave for dallas, texas for the 2018 draft. the couple had just finished the cupcakes she had made and were now watching the stars; well she was, quinn’s eyes were trained on her face, following the features he had come to memorize. “quinny, you’re staring.” she giggled, turning to face him.
“i can’t help it, i’ve got the most beautiful girl in the world by my side, why wouldn’t i be staring?” this enticed another laugh from her, quinn smiling at the way her face lit up.
“i wish we could stay here forever.” she spoke after a few minutes of silence, unable to look at quinn. she felt guilty for what she was about to do, but it was the right thing to do.
“come with me.” the statement shocked her, and apparently quinn as well by the look on his face. he shook off the shock before continuing: “i want you by my side.”
“quinny…” she trailed off, quinn sitting up. she sat up as well, still avoiding looking at him.
“don’t do this. please.” she wiped a stray tear, finally looking to him. “please.”
“i’m sorry, quinn. but i will only hold you back.” quinn’s eyes filled with tears, but he refused to let them fall. “you know it's true.”
“no, no it's not!”
“quinn, we can still be friends! and maybe when you’re settled in your career and if we aren’t in relationships, we could try this again.” quinn shook his head, a tear running down his cheek. she reached over and wiped it, her hand lingering for a moment. “i love you, but this is for the best.”
now, it had been almost five years since quinn had seen his ex. he hadn’t had a serious relationship since, instead focusing on his career. now, the season was over and quinn was back in michigan for summer with his brothers and friends.
“dude, i’m hungry…” luke groaned as he sprawled out on the couch. beside him, quinn sat his phone on the cushion, looking to his youngest brother.
“go get something to eat then.” he said, luke groaning once more.
“nobody will go with me to the diner and i will not go by myself. i don’t need people thinking i’m a loner.” quinn huffed out a laugh at his statement.
“i think it’s a little late for that.” luke sat up, punching him in the shoulder. “fine, i’ll go, but you’re buying.” luke jumped up, grabbing the car keys.
“let's go!”
the ride to the diner was short, luke practically jumping out of the car before it was even at a complete stop. “dude, what's the rush?” quinn questioned, following him into the diner.
“i’m hungry!” quinn rolled his eyes, taking a seat across from luke in the booth he had chosen. quinn’s eyes were busy scanning the menu when their waitress came over.
“hello, how you guys doing today?” quinn nearly dropped the menu, his eyes shooting up to meet her’s. he could recognize that voice anywhere. “quinn?” her voice caught in her throat, her eyes wide.
“uh, hey.” he coughed, his cheeks bright red. luke watched wide eyed at the interaction, his eyes widening even more when a little girl tugged at her shirt.
“mama?” now it was her turn to blush, turning to the little girl.
“baby, go sit down, i’ll be over in a minute.” quinn’s mouth dropped open momentarily, looking to luke who held the same expression. “uh, sorry about that. what can i get you to drink?” after taking their drink order, she hurried off to the table that the little girl sat at.
“dude, that kid kinda looks like you.” luke said, glaring at quinn after he kicked him.
“luke, please shut the fuck up.” luke shrugged, his eyes shooting from the menu to the little girl. she came back with their drinks, quickly taking their orders. she kept the interaction short, wanting to avoid them all together. it was her fault that they lost contact and she was the one who broke up with him. all her feelings resurfaced the moment she made eye contact with him, bringing up the need for a cigarette. she kissed the little girl’s head, grabbing her pack from her bag and stepping out to take a couple drags.
quinn watched as she hurried out, a sudden urge of confidence filled him, and before he knew it he was following her out. “can we talk?” he asked, hiding his surprise by his own confidence.
“about what?” she asked, her eyes following the cars that sped by. she took a drag from her cigarette, hoping this would be over soon.
“you know what.” quinn was angry. angry they had lost contact, angry that she broke it off. “is she mine?” she sighed, her head dropping. she knew it would come back to bite her in the ass eventually, she just hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.
“yes.” she spoke no louder than a whisper but quinn heard her loud and clear. “i’m sorry–”
“don’t– i don’t want an apology cause i know you don’t mean it. why? why would you keep something so important to yourself? why wouldn’t you tell me? you know i would’ve stepped up, been there for you both–”
“that's exactly why, quinn! you would be so willing to drop everything, to end your career for us, for me. i didn’t want that, i couldn’t live with myself if that had happened! you can hate me for that, i don’t care, but you will not sacrifice your career to be a part of her life.” she wiped a stray tear, quinn staying quiet. “i will not stop you from being a part of her life, and i won’t force you either. i understand if you choose not to be around. i don’t blame you.”
“of course i want to be around.” quinn had tried to maintain eye contact, his eyes examining her face. he meant what he said, he wanted to be a part of his daughter’s life. he wanted to be a part of her life.
“quinn, please.” she looked at him, “don’t feel like you need to do this. we are fine on our own.”
“i’m serious.” he held a straight face, “i want to be a part of both of your lives.” this cracked a smile on her face. she tried to hide it, dipping her head toward the ground. she put the cigarette out, flicking the butt. “when’s your shift over?”
“about an hour. would you like to meet her?” she began to walk back into the diner, quinn nodding as he followed. “ellie is kind of shy, you just have to be patient.” quinn shuffled in behind her, a smile gracing their faces at the sight of luke and ellie eating and coloring.
“oh hey, quinn! ellie was just showing me her art. i think she might be the next picasso!” quinn shared a look with his ex, a laugh bubbling up. he looked at the scribbles on the paper, a proud look on ellie’s face.
quinn watched as his youngest brother happily colored with his daughter, a content smile on his face. he may have been thrown into a whole new world, but he could definitely get used to this.
#angelicsoka#quinn hughes#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#jack hughes#jack hughes x reader#luke hughes#nhl imagine#luke hughes imagine#luke hughes x reader#nhl fic#hockey
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Omg I love your recent Kerstin fic. Would you consider doing a part 2 where we actually see Kerstin get jealous due to Courtney? Maybe some smut?
yes, yes, yes yes yes.!
jealousy k.c
plot: you and courtney become friends after being ex's for so long and kerstin gets a little jelly about it.
warnings: smut, public, part 2 of teammates
You were healing.
With the help of Kerstin of course.
You didn’t realize until the recent international camp where Australia would vs Uzbekistan when Courtney walked in and instead of a feeling of heartbreak washing over you, you finally saw her as a normal teammate, a friend almost.
“Media duties!” Macca called out with a grin as she held her phone and the tiny microphone which had some of the girls groaning.
“Partner up!” Allanna yelled from behind her she yelled and you were at the food table putting spaghetti in your bowl, meaning that when you went back to your table everyone was partnered up except for Courtney whom you both made awkward eye contact with another and Kyra coughed to save you both from it.
“I could switch” she offered to you but you shrugged your shoulders “It should be fine” you smiled and made your way over to her “Hey,” she said softly “Hi” you smiled, excited that you were finally feeling like her teammate again and not her ex.
“Excited for the games coming up, going to your homeland soon” she pointed out and you smiled “I haven’t seen my family since the break so I’m pretty excited, I’m giving my mum about 10 seconds before she starts to cry” you laughed and she joined you.
After a few seconds Courtney turned towards you “This is nice” was all she said and you nodded “Yeah” you breathed out and the two tall girls from your team walked over to you both with whiteboards “You have been chosen” Macca said in a weird voice you could only hear in star wars and you tilted your head “sorry I don’t speak Chewbacca”.
“C'mon” Allanna sighed and grabbed your hand, walking a bit faster so you were out of earshot of the other two “Are you okay?” she asked and you nodded “I’m okay” You smiled “Yeah?” Allana asked with a smile “Yeah” you confirmed and hugged into her side where she left a chaff kiss on your head.
“You know I didn’t like the idea of Kerstin taking you after what happened at the World Cup but you and her are really good together, even on the field,” she said to you and you blushed “C'mon let's just do this interview”.
You and Courtney both sat down together in the media room as a camera guy cleaned the camera Mackenzie held a script behind it and Allana held the mic. “Why did we need to clean the camera?” Courtney asked “Raso and Ellie did a try not to laugh challenge” the guy piped up and you laughed at the idea “oh that is chaos”.
“So you’re just gonna do like a ‘who’s most likely to’ kind of thing yeah?” Kenzie asked and you nodded and the camera started rolling.
“All right, who’s most likely to forget a teammate's birthday?” she asked and you wrote down Kyra’s name and turned it around at the same time as Courtney as the room erupted in laughter “Y/n” Courtney nudged your shoulder “what” you turned to her as your faces were close.
“It’s only out of us two”
Mackenzie and Allanna’s laughter filled the room again as your eyes bulged “Sorry Kyra!”.
“Who did you write anyway?” you asked as you rubbed Kyra’s name out “Me, you were always good with dates” She shrugged, and you nodded with a smile.
“Most likely to end up on Broadway?”
You both turned around your whiteboards to reveal your name “Me” you smiled “Fun fact: before I went into footy full time, I was always in my school musicals and local ones”
“And was even good at them” Courtney chimed as she remembered going to them.
“Most likely to go on Love Island?”
You thought about it for a second and then wrote down Courtney’s name, not sure if she would take it offensively but when you turned it around she laughed and you saw your name on hers “What?” you asked “Pretty people do well on Love island” Courtney pointed out with laughter and the comment went straight over your head “no you would do well in all like the challenges they do, you and your partner would dominate” you pointed out as everyone in the room was now laughing.
You both waved to the camera still laughing at each other as the cameraman turned it off.
“Well, at least I didn’t get water all over me this time”.
That night after dinner you laid on your bed with the phone in hand where Kerstin was “So how was tonight?" she asked after having a conversation all about her first couple of days "Good we did some media shots and I was with Courtney" you explained
You were too busy explaining your story that you didn’t see Kerstin's eyes when you mentioned your ex-girlfriend. “I miss you,” she told you with a smirk “Babe it’s been a week” you laughed but her stare didn’t change “I miss you too” you admitted with a smile.
“You getting a tan up in Spain?” you teased, and the girl smiled “Actually I was thinking we could come up here next break” she admitted and your smile widened “I’d love that”.
When you both hung up the phone for the night you saw that the admin had posted the video of you and Courtney, but you paid no mind to it, knowing what had happened in real life.
Kerstin sat in her bed and watched it, her eyes traveling to Courtney when her arm grabbed you and swivelled you around and told you that you were playing the game wrong. Then it went to her staring at you for a reaction whenever she turned her whiteboard around.
“Pretty people do well on Love Island”
Kerstin's eyebrows shot up at the blonde girl's (her words to her girl) words, she tried not to but her finer swiped up to see all the comments that had already flooded the video.
‘did they get back together?”
↪ we don’t even know if they ever broke up.
↪ isn’t she dating Kerstin
↪ just a rumour, just friends I think
↪ y/n and Courtney is an Australian power couple
↪ Kerstin and y/n are slow launching
↪ how many girfriends does this woman have?
Kerstin shut off her phone and put it on her bedside table with a groan.
She trusts you with every bone in her body and she knows you would never ever cheat, especially with Courtney but right now all she wanted was to push the blonde Australian away so people would know you were hers.
And hers only.
Tony took you off after 60 minutes, scoring two goals and assisting Mary for hers, you had the win in for sure and you helped your team make your way into the Olympics, jumping in joy from the sidelines when Caitlin scored her hattrick.
The game finished 7-1 and the Matilda’s team were singing random songs in the change rooms to celebrate. “Congrats” Courtney said as you walked in “thanks for the assistance” you smiled as you thought back to the first goal of the match.
You were on the wing, free as your defender got slightly confused and ran onto Raso. Courtney caught your eye as she dribbled and kicked with her right foot from their square to you where you hit it from your chest back down to your foot, giving you a clear way for a boot, which you did and thankfully the ball went in.
You jumped around in excitement as the team jumped on you, Courtney as well who lent her hand out to pick you up.
You walked away back to your cubby as Courtney watched you.
Allanna picked you up as you walked over “Can’t believe Tony took you off right before you got a hattrick” she groaned “It’s fine, he told me he wanted me fit and healthy for the Melbourne game cause he’s keeping me on for the full 90” you smirked and she gasped and smiled “Chicken!” Caitlin cheered over and sat down next to you “Got good news for you”
“What may that be?”
“Viv and I figured out that we and the Netherlands are gonna be at the same airport at the same time!” she told you quickly and you jumped up “fuck yes!” you cheered, ecstatic that you get to see your girlfriend.
“Alrighty girls!” Tony walked in “pack your bags cause we’re leaving bright and early in the morning!”
You weren’t usually a morning person but the idea of you seeing Kerstin again had you waking everyone else up to be quick, you even bought mini a coffee as Harper may have kept her up.
“Thanks, darl” she complimented you with a thankful smile as you walked together, Harper deciding to jump into your arms as you all walked onto the bus.
“Want y/n” she turned to her mum who shrugged “Take her,” she told you with a smile as you and the little one both cheered.
“You are happy,” Harper told you as you both sat down and you smiled “I get to see Kerstin” You smiled and the girl put her mouth in an ‘o’ shape letting out a little sound “I like Kerstin She gave me lollies” she smiled as she remembered when you took Kerstin to a ‘Tillies’ night out.
“That did not make your mummies happy,” you told her as you remember Kerstin apologizing as she didn’t know that the lollies she gave her had so much sugar in them.
The two of you fell asleep on the bus till you were shaken awake by her mother “I can still hold her” you promised her as you all walked in, quickly going through security with the little one stuck on your shoulder.
She didn’t wake until we all put our bags down “Kerstin” she mumbled and pointed before you turned around and indeed saw your girlfriend in all orange walking towards you, a slight sense of dominance as she locked eyes with you.
“You ruined my surprise little one,” she told Harper before wrapping her arms around you, squeezing you tight before pulling back and looking at you holding a child. “I look like a mum don’t I” you laughed
“milf”
“Kerstin” you scolded and grabbed her arm “C’mon let’s take her to her real mum” you smiled.
Although you loved the little girl, you just wanted to be with your girlfriend for the little time you had.
Dropping off Harper to Mini was easy but it was as you walked by your team members that Kerstin looked around for the blonde who was already watching you pass Mini the child, Kerstin didn’t like that.
“I have to go to the toilet come,” she told you, dragging you off.
You lightly scoffed “You need to learn how to control your bladder”.
You watched as Kerstin held you tight, turning from the regular girl's toilet last second to the disabled, throwing you in and quickly closing the doors behind her.
“Kerstin this is the-“ You were cut off by her lips on hers, moaning into her right away from the impact “Kirsten” you breathed out in between kisses, she simply shooshed you and travelled her lips down your neck, pushing you onto the sink “jump” she told you her hands grabbing your ass as you did and lowered you onto the bench top.
“we’re in public” you breathed out as she sucked onto your neck. She took her head away, looking at you with lust “I just want people to know what’s mine” she told you with a shrug as if it was the easiest thing to say in the world but you felt hot at the words, or maybe because it was the way her hands travelled up your legs as she said so.
“I am yours,” you told her and she crossed her head and tutted “Not everybody knows that,” she said and you thought back….Courtney.
“Are you jealous?” you ask as the woman's fingers played with your waistband “I don’t want anyone thinking they have a chance with you” She smiled and started pulling your shorts down, your underwear along with it, throwing it on the floor before her hands went under your thighs, pulling you towards her “so wet” she smiled, kissing up your legs.
“Did she ever make you this wet?”
You gasped at the words of your girlfriend, a new side that you had never seen of her, and you loved it.
“no” you mumbled as her kiss grew closer to where you needed her.
“Good girl”
Kerstin started slowly with a slow lick through your folds, moaning at the sight of her before she went in again, faster
“Oh fuck” you stuttered, your hand now tangled in her hair that she wore out, biting down on your lip to stop yourself from moaning.
But a buzzing sound interrupted your bliss.
Courtney.
“Answer it,” Kerstin told you before entering a finger into you.
“I-“ “Answer it or I won’t go any further” Kerstin looked into your eyes, silently telling you that she meant it.
“fuck” you cursed before pressing answer and lifting it to your ear as Kerstin eagerly watched you from underneath.
“hey” Courtney said on the phone “hi” you responded and Kersten started moving her finger slowly, you bit onto your free finger to stop yourself from any noise.
“Called cause you’ve been gone for a bit and we have to board in like twenty minutes” she said through the line “Lani said you could be with Kerstin but I just wanted to make sure”
At Kerstins name being dropped you looked down to the girl who was pumping her fingers into you, entering a second finger that made you gasp.
“Are you okay?” Courtneys voice rang out
“yep” you answered quickly, maybe a bit too quickly.
“okay uhm I could find you”
At the words Kerstin sped up and you moaned out into your hand so it was muffled “That’s-“ you started but stopped “That’s okay I’m good, be there in five-ten! minutes” you said but the squeeze of Kerstin's hands on your ass told you that you were going to be a bit longer.
“oh okay, well tell me if anything changes” Courtney offered and you nodded your head frantically, trying so hard not to scream out your lover's name “Yep okay bye” you said quickly before smashing the decline bottom and placing the phone on the table.
You took your hands in Kirstens hair again as you finally were able to release “oh fuck yes Kerstin” you breathed out as she let you ride out your high. When done you pulled her up by the front of her top and kissed her, lips molding together as you could taste yourself on her lips.
“You are so jealous”.
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“Hey babe, who’s this?” You asked softly, pressing the phone into Reo’s hands. “Who? Oh, that’s Cammie- or Cameron, Cameron Taylor. She’s my best friend from high school.” He replied calmly, returning to his phone as you hummed. You didn't completely like his response but decided not to push it. He could have friends that were females, no big deal. Right? Right. But you couldn’t shake the thought of this ‘childhood friend’ you’d never heard of before.
Clicking on her icon, you scrolled through her profile, randomly tapping on photos you thought were pretty— or showed signs of your boyfriend cheating, but there was nothing except for the overly nice post and the flirtatious captions she typed tagging @reomikage. You weren’t jealous, no. You were precisely watching out for your boyfriend.
—
Months went by, and your second-year anniversary poked around the corner. Everything was fine until a rumour spread that ‘Supermodel Cameron Taylor and Soccer Sensation Reo Mikage Were Secretly Dating’ after being seen exiting a fancy hotel together, laughing about something while holding hands.
You better than anyone knew the internet loved to twist things around and make it look one way even though it was another, but the sight of your boyfriend being all ‘lovey dovey’ with another woman churned your stomach. But you didn’t bring this up. You knew what you had signed up for by involving yourself with a professional soccer player and successor.
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Today Reo had a big game against PXG, and you surprised him with your presence after declining, saying you had an important conference that day. Luckily your boss also was a fan of your boyfriend’s team and let everyone out early to watch the game.
Settling in your seat in the front row behind Manshine’s bench, you notice a flawless brunette waving toward none other than your boyfriend, who was waving right back at her. You almost vomited at their interaction but retained yourself. After all, she was his best friend.
The game ended in a win for Manshine City, and you rushed to their locker rooms to congratulate Reo, but someone had already beat you to it. “[Y/N]? Is that you? I thought you said you couldn’t come?” Stepping closer to you, Reo reached out his hand to hold you, the same hand he crested his ‘best friend’ with.
“Suprise..!”
“Reo, is this your girlfriend? She doesn’t look like I’d imagined.. but still! She’s.. cute?” It would be an understatement even to say that she insulted you all while your boyfriend stood there watching with no intention of defending you.
Uncomfortable enough, you excused yourself, telling Reo you’d meet him at home, allowing the two to talk.
—
“Reo—“
“—Can’t right now. I’m going out with Cameron!” Without letting you finish, he slammed the door shut, rushing to his car.
“.. I love you.”
—
“Reo, it’s 3 AM right now. Where are you coming from?”
“Sorry, Cameron’s party lasted longer than anticipated.” He replied, slipping off his shoes. “I told you not to wait up for me.”
“That’s beside the point. You didn’t call or text to tell me where you were or that you weren’t hurt or missing—“
“[Y/N]! I’m tired. Can we go to bed, please?”
“.. I think I’ll sleep down here tonight.” You replied, returning to the couch, attempting to make it more suitable to sleep on.
“If that’s what you want. Go ahead.”
—
“Reo, we need to talk.” You demanded as he picked up his jacket off the rack. “Can it happen after? I’m hanging out with some old friends.” He pled, twisting the knob, ready to leave.
“Reo, I’m breaking up with you.”
Silence..
“You’re what? No, no, no, why?” He finally turned to look at you after what felt like months.
“I can’t do this anymore. You love Cameron. Everyone sees and knows it. I can’t be stuck as the second option forever.” You said, staring him right into his eyes, the same ones that used to look at you so lovingly.
“Second option? Cameron? Baby, no, Cameron’s only a friend!”
“Please stop lying to yourself. Mikage, I think it’s better if we stopped seeing each other for good.” That was the last thing you said before leaving the house while Reo ran upstairs searching for your things.
Nothing. Everything was gone. How did he not notice? How could he be so foolish and let someone so loving and kind like you go..?
How did he lose the one person who wasn’t with him for fame or riches? How did he manage to lose the person ‘he wanted to spend the rest of his life with’?
How did he manage to let go of you?
His ‘so-call’ best friend, that’s how. Taking a step back, he recalled all the moments that he failed to show up for you and instead went to spoil his ‘best friend.’ All the moments that he would rather spend millions to get attention from the supermodel than to freely receive affection from the woman he had at home.
The times he neglected you, thinking you were wrapped around his finger like everyone else, forgetting you were a real human being with emotions, needs and a heart.
If he could, he’d turn back time and fix all the moments he messed up. But he can’t, so now he has to settle for stalking your Instagram as he watches you and your fiancé slowly dance in your kitchen in your share house. As your new love stares at you as he should have. As your fiancé loves you the way you deserve to be loved.
Now he is, at your wedding, staring at you as you walk down the aisle with your cousin throwing flowers before you as you stop at the altar and wrapping your hands around your husband’s neck while tippy-toeing to kiss him.
Except, it’s not Reo. It’s his best friend, Nagi Seishiro.
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hi omg thought of this while rewatching s2 ep3 with the earthquake but okay so there’s the little montage of everyone being happy and eddie running to christopher - but what if there’s something similar for buck? instead of him being with abby he’s dating reader and reader has a lowkey job (maybe librarian at an elementary school?) so when he gets home the first thing he does is yell for reader and then holds them and they both shed a few happy tears just talking about how happy they are that the other is okay.
you’re honestly the bestest and i am saying this in advance that this is gonna be fabulous, as always. PLEASE AND THANK YOU!! <333
something in the orange - e.b
summary: request
evan buckley x reader
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a/n: the end of this ask was literally so sweet, i appreciate this so so much and i’m so happy you enjoy my works, that’s why i do them <33
buck was so sick and tired of watching everyone else have someone to run to. he hated having to see everyone in each others arms, watching a warm embrace ensue in front of him, just wanting it to be him instead. it was years on end of him watching kids with their parents, husbands with their wives, friends with their own friends. he always had the quick breakfast with a lay in bed, but he never had the long run of love that was supposed to come with it.
he thought his parents would be able to supply that love for him, but he must’ve been mistaken. they had no issue jumping out on every little thing in his life, nonetheless missing out on it. there was only so much love maddie could give, and he needed every drop of it. he thought maybe, someone mature like abby would come with the cherishing attitude to stay, but it left as fast as she did.
the earthquake had given a huge jumble to bucks brain, being able to save a bunch of people, but just wanted to go home at the same time. it felt selfish, and he hated himself for it, but how could he wish for anything else but just to be with y/n at home? he’s seen calamity and chaos the entire day, a constant strain of it into his shift. he’s seen death, broken bones, sobs, blood, anything that one doesn’t want to see. it took incredible pursuing to make bobby let buck take a break, but he could see he needed it.
he held his phone shakily in his hand, squinting over y/n’s name on the screen being darkened by the sunlight. he was nervous to even press the call button, not knowing if she’d be the one to pick it up, or an emergency responder who had her phone.
“hi, baby,” her sweet voice rang through the phone, leading him to sigh out and he couldn’t contain the light smile that formed on his lips. “are you ok?”
“i’m fine, i just wanted to hear your voice, make sure you’re ok.”
“we’re alright over here, there’s still kids here that need to get picked up, but they’re going pretty well with the evacuations.”
“i’m sorry i didn’t get over there, i got sent in the opposite direction.” y/n was working at the school on the other side of the city. buck was, of course, sent to work on the east side. he wanted to be able to save her, even if she wasn’t in trouble. he wanted to touch her so he knew she was breathing and alright, but he’d have to wait.
“don’t apologize, you’re doing amazing, buck,” she reassures him, letting his mind relax for a moment as she speaks to him. “go do your job, i’ll see you tonight, i promise.”
“i just want to see you.”
“i know, but you can in a few hours. do it for me, ok?”
“i love you, so much.”
“i love you, too, buck.”
the moment his fingers connected with the cold metal of the door, he instantly twisted it open to reveal the dim, yellowish lighting in his home. he felt like the introduction to his apartment felt like the ground stopped shaking. he was so excited to be able to rest, lay in his bed with y/n in his arms.
the thick soles of his shoes thumped against the ground as he threw his bags onto the floor. his shoulders instantly slumped and his feet automatically led to the stairs.
“hey,” y/n spoke, drying her hair with a towel to the side as it rested on her shoulder.
“hi.” he replied, slowly blinking his eyes.
“baby, you’re exhausted.” y/n steps forward down a few steps, standing a few inches taller than buck for once. her hands run over his shoulder blades, wandering over his skin and magically lifting the tension and stress from the earthquake.
“i know,” he says. “i just wanted you so bad today. there wasn’t a minute where you weren’t on my mind.”
“i’m here for good, buck. i’m not going anywhere, and i want you to get some rest.” she grabs his hand, pulling him up the steps and leading him to sit on the bed. he strips down to his boxers, leaving him shirtless as he puts on a warm hoodie that y/n handed him. he stops by the bathroom, washing his face as y/n prepares the bed for the two of them.
“i got you ice water, i left it on the nightstand.” y/n smiles softly up at him as he walks back in. “i turned the AC up, since you like it cold and i turned on the mattress heater.”
“you treat me too well, honey.”
“you did amazing work today, you deserve the treatment of a saint. come lay with me, please?”
“don’t have to ask twice.”
he crawls back into the bed as y/n dims the lights and turns their TV on. the white lights brighten their faces as he leans into her chest. his cheek rests right against the middle of her breasts, over her heart.
her arm is wrapped warmly around under his arm, the other hand rubbing his short hair. one of his legs lay between hers, his hands running against her sides. he breathes softly matching the rhythm of her, letting the noises of her gentle words and quiet noises from the TV lull him to sleep, allowing his deserving body to rest against the person he calls home.
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ok so how about cullen poly during the fight scene in the fourth movie orrrr cullen poly with how spending a day with them would be like
Tomorrow Poly Cullens x reader
Summary: Basically what the lovely anon asked for but I didn’t listen what so ever so I might make a part two if you guys want.
Etc: And if you loves want a part two let me know and drop some ideas for what they could do in their two hours aloneee. Also thank you my loves for all of the notes it encourages me to write more things for you guys and not just myself lol <3
Word count: 1694
Time it took: 1 hour and 40 minutes
“How could you be like a thousand years old and still so stupid!” You huffed holding your head in your hand. You and the Cullens had been fighting lately. You don’t know why.. Well maybe you have something to do with it.
“How am I stupid? I really can’t hangout with you today my darling. We need to hunt. Especially Jasper, with you being around a lot more his hunger levels tend to double.” Carlisle said. You could just picture him looking at you in sympathy.
You had called him because apparently all of your lovers are just too busy to hang out with you. You thought Carlisle would be free seeing as he was off today but I guess that wasn’t the case. He was off to go hunting with the rest of the family. Jasper had to leave earlier than the rest. So Alice, Emmett and Esme went with him. You thought Edward would be free since he didn’t go with him but he was in one of his petty moods ever since you went to hang out with Seth and Jacob with Bella. You told him he had nothing to worry about but he insisted that he did. Him and his stupid stupid mind reading. Which led to a fight with him so he was on the bottom of the roster right now.
Then there was Rosalie which was just a hard no for you. You didn’t want to hang out with her right now. Why you may ask? She threw away your pasta three days ago because she said it stunk. Who is she to throw away your pasta? You don’t walk around here popping her blood bags because you don’t like the way it looks to you. Maybe you should. I thought about it for a while and eventually said it out loud, Which was another fight with her that you could just add to the list.
So that left Carlisle who was perfect. Just perfect. He had picked you up from school just earlier today because you told him that you needed a ride. Since everyone else was busy he came and got you. Which he usually doesn’t do because it draws attention. But by now everyone was used to you being with and around the Cullens. Though they don’t know that you date them all. They only know that you date Jasper and Edward which they already thought was weird as hell. But you never cared. You're in love with two vampires that are the downfall to all of the human race. And you think that the world can know that. Know just enough without blowing the cover of it all.
“My love, I know that you are disappointed and upset with us but sadly there is nothing that I can offer for a solution.” Carlisle said after hearing your long aspirated sigh.
“It’s like you guys are avoiding me. I don’t feel loved at all. I want some love without an argument following through not even two minutes in.” You said, Stripping yourself of your clothes preparing to take a shower since you had nothing better to do.
“We are not avoiding you-” Carlisle paused and you could hear voices in the background. Listening closely you could hear that it was Esme.
“Is that-”
“I’m sorry but I have to go, the hospital is calling.” He rushed out and before you could even say a word the line was clear.
Pulling your phone away from your ear you could do nothing but stare at it in disbelief. He hung up on you. And not only that but you were completely sure that that was Esme's voice in the background. No one else around her sounds like her. And you know damn well the hospital did not call him. He was lying. Esme was lying. They’re all lying.
You couldn’t feel anything but disbelief.
You knew they lied to just about everyone but that was to protect their family. Not everyone in the town could know that they drink animal blood and sparkle in the sun like a fucking case of glitter. But you knew those things already. You’ve seen those things already. So there would be no reason to hide anything from you. At all.
Finding a new sense of adventure sparling through your veins you put your clothes back on now determined to find some answers.
Running down the stairs with your bookbag you almost bumped into Charlie. “Woah there kiddo, What's the rush?!” He yelled out to you as you ran past him.
“I’ll be back later, don't worry I just need to see something really quick!” You yelled back getting into your car Carlisle got you for your last birthday. You had told him that was a big mistake. Even though He bought you a car you always felt guilty using it because you didn’t want it to look like you were using him. So you’d always catch a ride with one of them or go with bella. But right now you didn’t care about any of that.
Pulling up to the Cullens residents It looked deserted. But then again when did it not? Parking your car you walked up to the door which was already being opened by Alice. Once you saw her you immediately frowned. She was supposed to be with Jasper just like Esme was.
“What are you-”
“You need to go home.” Alice said firmly with her head held high light always.
“What? I don’t understand, why are you here?” You grow your eyebrows in confusion.
“Cleaning. Now go.” She said pointing back to your car.
“Do you see me walking away from this house anytime soon Alice?” You said standing your ground. She wasn’t just about to go and rush you away when you had only just gotten here. Seeing her face you knew the answer.
You pushed her out of the way gently but made it known that you were going to back down and bow like a little puppy.
As you walked closer to the heart of the house you heard mumbling and hushed whispers. Finally reaching your destination your eyes widened a little with what you saw. And your heart skipped a couple of beats.
Standing in front of you there was a sign on the wall that read. "We're so sorry’ And the loves of your life were each holding a sign that read ‘I love you because…’
“I know we lied to you but we had too. It was the only way for us to be able to put something together to try and show you the love that we have for you. You came sooner than expected.” Jasper said, looking a little ashamed. Him and his southern accent would always make you smile. Sometimes you wondered if it was just him. Or him using his powers on you. But either way you didn’t care it made you happy.
“Once Alice saw you coming we had to throw something together really fast. We were still brainstorming ideas Roslise didn’t like anything we suggested.” Edward said, shooting Rose a pointed look making you let out a small laugh. That was more like a sigh of relief.
“It wasn’t enough, all their Ideas sucked. You deserve nothing but the best and I think I'm the only one in this room that understands that.” Rose said in her know it all tone that you loved so much.
“When you said over the phone early that you didn’t feel loved anymore that broke a piece of my heart. I- We never want you to feel that way. We want you to feel like the most loved person in this world. Because you are my love. We would die for you.” Carlisle said taking a step closer to you.
“I’d live for you.” Edward said, taking a step closer to you.
“Fight for you.” Jasper and Emmett said at the same time. Also taking a step closer to you.
“Smile for you.” Rose said, taking her step.
“Care for you.” Esme said taking a step as well.
“We couldn’t imagine a life without you and we're going to prove it to you. Starting today.” Esme said.
“Well more like tomorrow.” Rose said Shrugging her shoulders when everyone looked at her with a look as if to tell her to shut up.
“Rose is right, the full day starts tomorrow but doesn’t mean we can’t start tonight. You’ll have at least 2 hours with each of us until it’s time for us all to gather together. Since tomorrow is saturday.” Carlisle said kissing the top of your forehead, making you smile. Realizing you hadn’t said a word in a while you decided to throw something out there.
“Really?” You whispered but you know they heard you. Perks of being a vampire.
“Yes.” They all said collectively.
This made you so over filled with joy squealing you kissed all of your lovers with a big wide smile on your face. They of course kissed you back like they always do. Biting your bottom lip in anticipation you looked up at all of them in expectation. Making them all break out with a soft smile. In admiration.
“So what’s first?” You said basically bouncing up and down in excitement.
“I mean we could take you up to the bedroom right now and start the fun immediately.” Emmett smirked looking you up and down with suggestive eyes.
“Emmett!” You all said collectively.
“What? What did I say wrong? Don’t tell me you all haven't been thinking the same thing.”
Tomorrow just couldn’t get here fast enough.
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break the ice
pairing: tsundere!sunghoon x reader
summary: sunghoon shows that he dislikes your presence most of the time, but secretly he really appreciates your kind gestures. maybe he should’ve reciprocated it instead of pushing you away completely, because the aftermath was not pretty.
genre: tsundere and sunshine trope
warnings: lots of angst, fluff, mean!sunghoon, yelling, crying, toxic family relationship, slight mention of violence and divorce, very very very little swearing, lowercase intended
note: my first enhypen fic!!!!! i’m so excited to share this with you guys. this went a bit different than the prompt i made the poll on but it’s basically the same thing. enjoy! (also i might sound desperate but PLEASE interact with me i really need more friends here AHAHAhhhh)
word count: 3k ish
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a hand slammed on top of the wooden table where sunghoon’s head rested atop his arms. he slowly looked up, already knowing who it would be since you were the only one who ever approached him.
“hi hoonie!”, you beamed at him in excitement. your nickname for him made his eyebrows furrow slightly, but he didn’t let his annoyance completely show on his stoic face.
“it’s early morning, why are you so happy?”, he grumbled.
you completely ignored his unenthusiastic response and placed a brown disposable box in front of him.
“i made some simple fried rice, i was running a bit late today.” you smiled and slid the box towards him when he didn’t react, “i hope you don’t mind!”
when he realised that you weren’t going to move if he didn’t take the box, he sighed and stuffed it inside his schoolbag. your smile widened at his gesture but immediately fell when you looked at your watch.
“oh no i’m running late for my next class.” you waved at him, “i’ll see you at lunch!”
sunghoon’s eyes followed your figure as you pushed past the people crowding at the entrance of the classroom and dashed off. his eyes glazed over in thought as he contemplated about why you even put up with him everyday, afterall you were a really jolly person who��s loved by everyone. and he, he was just loner with no emotions everso.
you both had met each other at the beginning of high school. you had approached him when you found him sitting alone at lunch on the first day. you mistook it for him being lonely but he pushed himself away from everyone on purpose. since then you’ve always been around him, constantly playing the part of a friend he didn’t ask for but secretly appreciated. he still remembers how upset you were when you found out he started skipping lunch in senior year, so you started making lunch for him everyday.
he sighed once again when his phone’s screen lit up with your text message.
y/n:
hiii
i’m so sorry i won’t be able to visit you during lunch today TT
i have the club meeting for robotics
enjoy your lunch<333
and don’t forget to recycle your lunchbox!!
Read:11:20AM
his lips turned up slightly at the cheery tone of your text, brightening his mood a bit.
the soles of his worn out shoes crunched on the fallen leaves as sunghoon sluggishly walked on the pavement. the cool january breeze blew gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps on his skin. he looked above him and watched as the sun sunk into the sky, lighting up into flames of orange and yellow which set the wispy clouds ablaze. he was broken out of his peaceful gazing by the shouts of his name. he paid no heed to it and continued walking towards the bus stop. stiffening when a hand grabbed his arm, he turned his head.
“hoon did you not hear me?”, you gasped out, panting for breath. falling into step with him you giggled, “i need to start running, i get tired so easily.”
sunghoon gave no reaction and continued to walk in silence. you noticed that he hadn’t made any attempt of moving your hand away from his arm and cheered mentally at the progress. observing his features, you frowned in worry becauset his eyes had dark circles under them and his lips looked really chapped.
“did you not sleep well last night?” you jogged up in front of him and grabbed his face, “gosh your eyes are swollen.”
sunghoon’s cheeks slowly turned a light shade of pink at the gentle way you were holding his face. he immediately pushed your hands away and resumed his walking, slightly increasing his pace so that you would not see him blushing. you eventually caught up with him and handed him a beige coloured lip balm stick.
“use this for your lips. i swear they’ll become smooth and soft overnight, just like they were!” you attempted to make a serious face but it looked more funny, “and drink lots of water, this is a sign that you’re dehydrated.”
sunghoon watched you carefully as you babbled on about some home remedy to get rid of dark circles, the ever present blank expression etched onto his face. he felt something bubble up inside of him that happened every time at the fact that you noticed even the slightest change that he went through. he felt cared for.
“thank you”, he spoke out softly.
you stopped in the middle of your sentence and your eyes widened at his words. this was probably the first time he ever said the words ‘thank you’ to you. you felt like you had achieved some sort of big accomplishment and your face immediately broke out into a wide smile.
this feeling lasted like a warm blanket over you both the entire day.
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you had to miss out lunch once again the next week due to another robotics club meeting, which you were the vice president of. you had a free period currently so you decided to look for sunghoon since he was in the same class. after you found him missing from the classroom, you decided to go look for him at the benches he usually has his lunch at. maybe he decided to stretch it a bit longer?
you stopped on your way at a vending machine and got him his favourite cold coffee. smiling to yourself, you resumed walking. the school dance was coming up soon and you really wanted to attend it with sunghoon. so, you were going to do everything possible to get him to like you enough to be your date. and recently he had been slightly reciprocating your advances.
your face lit up when you found sunghoon right where you thought he would be. you were just about to call his name but stopped when you saw him holding the bento box you had given him today. you decided to watch secretly to see his reaction after eating the food cooked by you. he had never really given you any feedback about it, only taking the lunchboxes from you with a small huff.
your smile dropped when you saw him walk towards a dustbin and roughly throw the box in it. was the food not good? are you not hungry?
“do you do this every day?”
it looks like you voiced this thought out because sunghoon turned around and looked at you like a deer caught in headlights. this was probably the most noticeable expression you had ever seen on his usually blank face.
“are you okay? your eyes look really red.”
sunghoon remained quiet and just looked blankly at you. why did you still care about him when you clearly caught him throwing your food away. why were you the only one who was nice to him? he was trying really hard to control himself from lashing out on you but he couldn’t help it when you reached out to grab his face.
“will you stop this”, he yelled out in frustration.
“calm down hoonie-”
“stop it, just stop it!” he spat out in anger, “my name is sunghoon.”
just when you were about to open your mouth to say something, he cut you off once again.
“i’m so sick of everyone and everything. sick of you.”
a look of hurt momentarily flashed across your face as he pushed your hand away, but you immediately replaced it with a look of concern.
“what's wrong sunghoon? you never behave like this.”
“what’s wrong is that you won’t leave me alone.” he threw his arms in the air, “you’ve been constantly glued to me like a leech and i’m so damn sick of you.”
you felt as if your heart was being run over by a bulldozer at his exclamations. you tried really hard not to cry in front of him but you were sure he had noticed your glossed over eyes.
“you don’t mean that-”
“yes i do”, he gritted out. “and yes, i throw your food away everyday. i don’t want your meaningless pity.”
he watched as streams of tears rolled down your cheeks.
he watched as the girl he cared for cried silently in front of him.
you bit your lip to prevent an ugly sob from bursting out, “i’ll leave you alone then, if that’s what you think about my feelings for you.”
looking down at your shoes you walked towards the dustbin and chucked the bottle of cold coffee you had bought for him inside it. “might as well throw this away since you don’t want my pity do you.”
tears blurred your vision as you looked at sunghoon one last time and walked away, muttering about how it was a good thing you didn’t ask him out to the dance.
but this did not go unheard by him.
once you were gone, he dropped to the hard floor on his knees and covered his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater as he sobbed. he had done it once again. he pushed away one of the few people who truly cared about him.
his tears dropped to the floor, creating wet patches. and his heart felt like it was being ripped apart.
once again.
today was a very happy day for sunghoon. he had finally gotten rid of what was troubling him the most.
now he had finally decided to apologise and make it up to you.
the past few days had been torture for him. he deeply regretted acting out like that the other day. he felt like he was going crazy without your presence and whenever he saw you around school, you turned the other way and avoided him, making him feel even worse. he finally understood your importance. and maybe even about his feelings for you.
people looked at him in shock as he weaved through the crowd at the corridors with a bright smile on his face. the park sunghoon, who was always depressed was smiling today? this was shocking for sunghoon himself, but he couldn’t stop imagining what your reaction would be when he would ask you out to the dance.
he walked into the class where your first period took place and found you looking out the window with your chin on your fist. you were silently gazing outside, lost in your thoughts while your friends were excitedly talking about the dance.
their chatter immediately died down to whispers upon sunghoon’s arrival. his figure loomed over you, blocking the sunlight, but you made no effort to look up. he cleared his throat awkwardly when you remained unmoving from your position.
“what?”, you grumbled out.
sunghoon felt something pull at his heart when he saw you turn around. he noticed how puffy your eyes were and how your face had red irritated scratches from constantly rubbing it. a wave of guilt washed over him as he realised that he was probably the cause for it.
“hi”, he spoke out meekly.
you were surprised to find him standing in front of you because you did not expect him to talk let alone even approach after what he did last week. you were even more surprised at the fact that he had a shy expression on his face. he did not look like the cold boy he usually was.
you scowled, “what do you want sunghoon?”
he flinched at the lack of your use of his nickname and your cold tone. your usually bright and cheery persona took a complete turn today. it wasn’t your fault though, he expected this reaction after what he did to you the other day.
a perplexed look overtook your features as you watched him place a glittery, yellow, heart shaped box in front of you. this emanated giggles from your friends, making sunghoon rub the back of his neck nervously.
“i’m really sorry for the other day.” he gulped, “i baked some cookies for you. i don’t know if they’re nice since it was my first time so..” he trailed off at the blank look you had on your face.
“you really remind me of the colour yellow so i-”
“sunghoon please stop.” you sighed, “you told me i was clingy so i stopped approaching you.”
“i didn’t-”
“i really don’t understand why you’re doing this now”, you cut him off. “just go away.” with that, you turned back to the window.
sunghoon was just about to reply when the ringing of the bell interrupted him. he panicked as everyone moved around to settle in their seats. he had no choice but to leave now.
with a heavy heart, he walked out of the class.
you were filling your bottle at the water cooler when someone tapped your shoulder. you were kind of hoping it was sunghoon, but when you turned around you were met with jake. he was the president of the robotics club you were a part of.
“hi y/n”, he gave you a toothy grin.
you smiled back, “hey jake! what's up?”
your eyes widened when he grabbed your hand and placed a big bar of chocolate.
“i really like you and want to take you to the dance.” his grin widened, “will you go with me?”
before you could comprehend what was happening a voice laced with poison spoke up behind you.
“no she won’t.”
the voice belonged to sunghoon who grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you away from jake. you shook his grip off of you when he stopped at the benches where you would meet up with him at lunch.
“what the hell sunghoon? why did you bring me here?”
he didn’t respond and only stared at you with a furious glint in his eye. his face was twisted up into an angry expression as he questioned you.
“were you going to go with him?”
you scoffed in disbelief, “why do you even care? aren’t you sick of me?”
sunghoon’s face fell at your words that repeated what he said to you the other day. he remained silent and just stared at your face. you closed your eyes and shook your head.
“just stay out of my business if you don’t care about me”
you had just turned around to walk away when a pair of hands snaked around your waist and pulled you back into a warm chest.
“i’m sorry, please stay”, sunghoon’s voice came out muffled as his face was buried in your shoulder.
you were sure that your heart was going to explode any moment now from the intimate position you both were in. sunghoon had barely ever even held your hand and now he was back hugging you. you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing like a beet.
“w-what are you doing?”
sunghoon panicked and immediately removed his hands from you, assuming that he was making you uncomfortable. you frowned at the loss of contact and turned around.
“sunghoon, you’re really confusing me.”
he froze for a few moments then took a deep breath and began his explanation.
“that day..” he looked you in the eyes, “i didn’t mean anything i said.”
you looked at him intently, urging him to continue.
“you know how my parents got divorced last year right?”
you nodded. his mom was really toxic and controlling and used to emotionally abuse sunghoon’s dad. she was an alcoholic and sometimes lost control of herself leading to her showcasing violent behaviour. with the support of their friends and family, sunghoon’s dad had finally gained enough courage to divorce her.
“yeah so my mom has been fighting for custody of my little sister.” his voice cracked, “and at that time things looked good for her.”
he sniffed and looked down at his feet, “neither my sister nor did we want her to live with my mom. she would’ve ruined her life as well.”
“i took my anger out on you instead and i feel really horrible about it. you’ve been nothing but kind to me since day one, even after how coldly i treated you.”
his eyes welled up with tears and turned red as he tried to stop himself from crying. he looked so broken and hurt right now, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him. and so you did.
wrapping your arms around his torso you tried to calm him down by rubbing his back. he slowly reciprocated your gesture
you spoke softly, “i’m so sorry you had to go through this hoon. you and your family deserve none of this”
he sighed in relief at your reuse of his nickname and tightened his grip around you. your words were simple, but comforted him like no other.
“it’s okay, everything is fine now. my dad won the case and i finally feel relieved for once.”
you pulled back from him at the revelation and smiled in glee.
“really? that’s amazing, i’m so happy for you!”
you were back to your normal, jolly personality which sent a surge of joy through sunghoon, making him give you a full smile. you gasped in surprise.
“oh my god, your smile is so pretty!”
sunghoon’s cheeks turned rosy at your compliment and shyly buried his face in the crook of your neck, making you giggle. who knew a boy who behaved so coldly was such a softie.
“i never threw out your food by the way, except for that day because i had no appetite”, he stated guiltily. “you are an amazing cook.”
“thank you sunghoon, but”, you paused. “i don’t think we can be friends.”
sunghoon pulled away from you in alarm. did he mess things up that badly?
“not after those amazing cookies you gave me.” you pecked his cheek softly, “you have to promise to be mine.”
sunghoon chuckled in relief, “you really got me there.”
“i promise to be yours, love.”
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Your Thoughts
Pairing: Edward Cullen x Reader
Fandom: Twilight
Warnings: Anxiety, self-hatred, one curse word
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He first heard them off in the distance. Then, they got louder, and louder, and louder. He finally realized who all the thoughts were coming from as you entered the room.
Sadly, you immediately walked right in front of a fan. Edward had to physically hold himself back from attacking you as soon as he could smell you. Your blood was like his own personal brand of heroine.
Aaannd Edward had to spend an entire class with you sitting next to him. He thought that after hundreds of years he was finally going to snap and lose everything.
What made things worse, was that he could read your mind. All you could think was that you badly reeked and everyone could smell you. Your thoughts only got worse from there.
By the end of the class, Edward needed to get out of there, but he couldn’t without telling you, “It’s not your fault,” before leaving.
Edward tried to get out of Biology. When he couldn’t, he was gone for about a week, trying to get his shit together.
Although you were no longer around him, Edward couldn’t get your thoughts out of his head. He felt horrible that he made you feel like that. Changing your thoughts was the only reason he went back to school.
When Biology rolled around, Edward headed for the seats in which you and he had been sitting, only to find that you could not have been sitting farther from them.
Along with your overwhelming scent, Edward heard all of your thoughts again, and they were just as dark and lonely as before. Edward fought past his vampire instincts and sat next you you again. He offered a light smile in your direction.
Your thoughts responded accordingly. If Edward had to put one word to them, it would’ve been confusion.
He tried to levee your thoughts with conversation. “Hello.” He cursed himself for sounding so rehearsed. “I’m sorry for not introducing myself last week...I’m Edward Cullen.”
“I’m Y/n L/n,” you introduced.
You were scared of him, that much was obvious from your thoughts. But you weren’t scared of Edward in the way he expected. You were scared of him like you were scared of everyone, and you wondered why he, why anyone, would talk to you.
Edward hoped those thoughts would leave you as he talked to you longer.
“Do you like the weather here?” He decided that was a normal enough question to ask.
Perhaps it was too normal of a question, because you thought it a bit odd that he had asked. You replied anyway, “Yeah, I do. It has been raining a lot, though. I miss the sun.” You hoped you hadn’t talked for too long.
Edward wished you hadn’t thought that. He couldn’t remember ever reading a mind that had as much anxiety as yours did. He wanted so badly to lighten up your mind that he found himself agreeing with you about the sun. It wasn’t untrue. Edward did miss the sun, just maybe a little less now because seeing it would mean he wouldn’t be able to see inside your mind for the day.
You and Edward talked for the rest of the class. He asked you many questions: How long you had been in town, what was the farthest you’d been from home, etc. He just couldn’t get enough of you or your mind. He had also succeeded in getting your mind to stop thinking such terrible things about yourself. Well, he did, at least until the bell rung.
Thoughts started flooding your head about how you didn’t want him to go because this was the best interaction you could remember having.
Who was Edward to deprive you of that?
He knew he shouldn’t have, but he kept talking to you. When the bell rang and you both had to go to your next class, Edward exchanged phone numbers with you so you could text during class. The two of you did so for the rest of the day.
“You should really let me drive you home today. It’s still raining.” Edward texted after the final bell.
You texted back, “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“You’re not asking, I’m offering. Let me drive you home,” he said as he approached you from behind.
Edward had just made you smile for the first time. He felt his long-dead heart flutter. Edward also felt the eyes of his siblings on him. He knew they had heard what he had just said because everyone’s thoughts were heavily cautioning him to just leave you.
Everyone’s thoughts except Alice’s. “Just go. It’ll be fun.”
Maybe it was because she was thinking very clearly, or maybe it was because Edward wanted to hear that the most, but either way, Alice’s thoughts came through louder than the rest of his siblings. It was what convinced him to get into his car with you.
And so, Edward drove you home that day. He also drove you to and from school the next day, and the next day, and every day for the rest of that week.
When Friday rolled around, you got into Edward’s car with questions rolling around inside your head.
“Why are you being so nice to me, Edward?”
He shrugged. “Because I think you’re kind, and amusing, and beautiful--”
A few things.
One, surprisingly, Edward didn’t often think of the words coming out of his own mouth because he was often so occupied by other people’s thoughts inside his head. That was why he had admitted that he thought you were beautiful.
Two, you had been thinking that question so loud and so repetitively that Edward didn’t hear any of your other thoughts as you got into his car.
Three, you thought of something else so quickly before acting that Edward didn’t have time to react accordingly.
But Edward has super speed. Shouldn’t he be able to react fast no matter what? Well, not with what you had in store for him. With what you thought, Edward needed at least a second to think before reacting.
You had kissed Edward.
Yes, he needed that one second to process what was happening. Edward also needed another second to get his body to react.
He pulled away from you and got out of the car. Edward tried his best to get your scent out of his system.
You got out of the car too. “I am so, so sorry. I think--I guess I misread the messages and assumed--I’m so sorry.” You started walking in the school’s direction.
Your thoughts were a mess. Never had Edward heard as much self-hatred that wasn’t aimed at himself.
He used his vampire speed to catch up to you before you turned around. “Y/n.”
When you faced him, you briefly wondered how he had gotten to you so fast. But, just as you had done with Edward, he didn’t give you time to think.
He placed both hands on either side of your face (avoiding your pulse) and leaned toward you.
Truthfully, Edward was leaning in a little slow in fear of his blood lust, but then he heard your thoughts.
“He’s going to kiss me! Yes!”
That made Edward fully smile before he pressed his lips to yours.
The kiss lasted about seven seconds.
When you separated, you commented, “This is insane.”
“Sweetheart,” he smiled, “You have no idea.”
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summery: you got a simbio, aka venom. Yiu were missing for 2 weeks, and that's how you got him. But when you escaped, and that's when Miles found. Well the prowler but you know. But now you guys went on a date, till the friend came after you while you were leaving the date. Then he was reviled
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You had venom for a full week now. And lord can he be annoying. When you first met him lord was it chaos. When you were escaping, you had no idea what the hell was wrong with you.
‘Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Okay maybe if I-’
Don’t move
A voice said you followed instructions and luckily you were clear. All of a sudden some of the guards found you. “HEY.STOP RIGHT THERE” some one yelled.Then those big body’s started shooting at you. You then started run.
“Ah fuck, fuck, fuck” you yelled. That’s when you got shot in the leg. You stummbed down and held your thigh in pain. One of the men came up to you, he watched as you rolled on the floor in agony. “I got eyes on the experiment. Taking her in right now” he said into the radio.
As soon as he was about to grab you, a black gooey type thing ejected from her hand. The thing grab the guard by the neck lifting him into the air as venom took over. Then but his head off.
Time skip:
after everyone was dead and severely injured He retracted back into your body. “EWW, ew, ew,ew,ew,ew. Did I- we just-, did YOU JUST BIT ALL THERE HEADS OFF” you screamed.
Yes, and if you wanna make it out alive and not get caught, i suggest we go. Now.
“Who-who are you” you asked as you started running.
I am venom
And from that day on, he had been stuck with you. Its been a good 2 weeks now and it’s… been something.
You were walking down the street to get venom some chocolate, after he’s been bugging you for the past few days.
“ you see you can’t just eat people, theres bad, an theres good, but theres very very bad people that don’t deserve a chance you know” you whispered as you said high to a person that was looking at you weird.
So only eat the bad guys?
“Yes,yes only them, you will never and I mean NEVER eat the good guys” you said as you entered the convenience store. “Hi miss lee” you greeted. “Hey n/n”. You went to the back of the store and grabbed a bunch of chocolate bars.
We need a hero name. A cap, oh or maybe-
“Wow, wow huh”
We are the lethal protectors
“...I- okay bud”
Wait, really
“Yea, you can do whatever, as long as it doesn't necessarily interfere with my school life you know and my work life cuz those are very important” you whispered as you but another box of chocolate in the basket.
Hmm, sure.
“Good” you nodded as you made your way to the counter, and paid for it all. “Thank you, Miss Lee” you said.
How bout we go have some fun, like weee, go eat some heads.
“Bud I literally just bout you a fucking loads of chocholet, what more do you want” you complained. You opened the door of your home and went up to your room as you listened to venom whin. You zoned out as you ‘listened’ to him rant on. Till your phone rang.
Who is that?
“Its my boyfriend”
Can i eat him?
“ NO” you yelled as you answered the phone
The phone call:
You:Hey Miles
M: sup ma, you ready?
You:r-ready, for what, were we goin’
M: remember our date… you forget huh
You:what. No, I have no idea what you on about fr hehe
M: just say you forgot
You:yea i forgot, sorry. But ima get ready
M: better grt ready quick, I’m out side
Time skip:
You got dressed and made your way outside to see Miles leaning on his car on his phone.
Ooo, he is handsome… can i eat him“If you eat him, I will expose you” you whispered, making Miles' heads perk up and smile. “ hey ma” he greeted, kissing your cheek. Another
time skip:
You and Miles went on a little date, you guys went to a little cool cafe. It was nice. Then you guys went to the ghetto to pick up something.“Boy why you bring me to the ghetto” you complained. “relaxe, This is part of the date mami” Miles reassured as he pulled up to, what looks like an abandoned warehouse. “Oh hell no, nigga I’m black, you know black people always die first” you joked. “And besides If anything happens you know I’ll protect you”
And me
“Whatever you say fr” you sighed. You opened the door till Miles shut it again. “Wow,wow,wow. What you doin’ “ he said. “Getting outta the car what it looks like” you sassed. “How bout we drop that attitude and try again”.
Oooo. now can I eat him
You rolled your eyes as Venom's words and bit back a strong ‘NO’ from coming out of your mouth.
“ I’m comin’ with”, “no your not. This is prowler work—” You completely zoned out on what he was saying as venom started talking.
Isn’t the Prowler one of the bad guys… I’m bout to start munching.
Right as he said that a black tentacle ascended from your back. You slam you back against the car door making venom recoil.
OW!
“I-... the hell was that about, you good?”You gulped and nodded. “Yea I’m straight" you nodded. "But I'm comin with regardless" you said stepping out of the car.
"Listen it's a long story, I'll explain when we're alone or sum. Just, lay low ight' " you whispered as Miles came up behind you in his prowler suit.
"What the-, how did you change so quickly" you asked. "Skill. Here, take this. If your gonna come with me, I don't need them knowing who you are" he explained.
You took the purple mask and put it on. "Okay... do you just keep mask on you" You chuckled. "Sometimes" he chuckled.
"Stay close ight baby" he said kissing your forehead before letting his mask cover his face.
"Okay-oooo a voice changer thingy" you chirped.
You both then started climbing the fire escape. There were a lot of stories. It was high.
"I swear if I fall, I will haunt you for the rest of your life" you warned as you looked down. "Don't worry I got you ma"
If he does not then I got us
You guys climbed up 9 more levels before reaching the top.
Miles pulled you up and you quickly got away from the edge. You looked up to see multiple guys standing there with guns.
"Oh shit" you muttered.
"Ah, prowler" the guy greeted. "Mr. Hawthorn", Miles, prowler replied. Then all eyes were on you. You gulped as the very big man approached you, staring you down.
Oh shit, quick act cool or something
"And who might you be" the man asked. Prowler grabbed you waist pulling you closer to him. "She's-", "no. I wanna here it from her" he ordered stopping your lovely boyfriend from helping you.
You gulped hard.
Make it seem like your dangerous. Make it seem like you blow up children for fun, say something. Call your self star glazer, NO. Call your self venom
You played it off and placed a sly smirk on your face, but it showed threw your eyes.
"I am venom,and you are..." You asked shaking his hand. "I'm scarface, nice to meet you Doll" he flirted as he kissed your hand. You could feel the jealousy radiating from Miles.
"Oh, well hello scarface,"
More like butt face, he looks like if DJ kalida and drake had a baby
You bit back a laugh as you grimace at the fact he was touching you.
"So we're are you from, what do you do? You have very pretty eyes Doll. Can I call you Doll" he asked looking at you. Lord did you wanna throw up.
Uhh, he does know your only 17...right.
"Hehe, thank you,and no you can not" you sassed taking your hand back and whiping it on your pants. "And Don't look for any redeeming qualities, I have nun" you said. Making him laugh.
Wow, this guy is really stupid, can he not take the hint?
"Yea,yea, hey what's your name again doll" he said holding out his hand.
"I am venom" you repeated. This time, a flash of white flashed in your eyes, making scarface snatch his hand back.
"Right, uh, let's go" he stammered as he began walking.
You two followed along.
"Okay,bad ass" Mile's chuckled. You rolled you eyes and went on with it.
Time skip:
You found your way back to them and waited to leave.They men walked you and Miles back outside. “Pleasure doing business with you, Prowler” Scarface said shake his hand. Scar face looked at you and held out his hand for you to shake. “Venom” he bowed his head slightly. You retired the gesture not shaking his hand. “Pleasure meeting you” you said.
It really wasn’t he’s annoying
You rolled your eyes at his words but agreed silently,some of the guys stood back while the others walked with you and Miles.As soon as you opened the door there were police and FBI. A bunch of dots were on you, “FREEZE,”one guy yelled
“GET ON THE GROUND NOW!” another yelled.
You and held your hands up in the air while Miles got ready to fight. While the other men got their guns out ready to shoot back.
“You guys, you do not wanna do this, trust me” you started, Miles looked at you then back at them, wondering what was going on fr.“MASK”
“COPY” then everyone got their mask out, and put it on. Now you knew what you had to do.
“Alright, have it your way.MASK”
Copy
In a matter of seconds Venom took over, snartching a guy up and biting his head off. Then they shot a bag as thing, but he caught it with his teeth, bursting it, making the gas escape it’s capsule.
Then.. Venom did his thing, while Miles did his.When everyone was dead or severely injured, you/venom was about to transform back, till bullets were being shot. You tured around and started walking towards him till the round was done. you/he, grabbed him by the leg holding him up by the ankle, about to bit his head off till…
“OHH What the hell?!” a voice said. you/he snapped his head in the direction of the voice to see the prowler. Aka Miles standing there. “Oh shit”In seconds you/he dropped the victim and you transformed back.
As soon as he say it was you he backed up a bit. “y/n what the hell,what-whats was that”.
“Yea so long story short i have a symbiote” you smiled sheepishly. You say his confused face and nodded slightly.
“Yeaaaaa, remember when i went missing for a few weeks. Sooo I got kidnapped into a lab, they did an experiment on me and multiple other people, and it turns out that I now have a symbiote named venom” you say all in one breath. Miles stared at you in aw then snapped out of it when back up came. He cut you off and grabbed you hands, his mask retracted back onto his face as he spoke.
“Okay,okay, breath, you can tell me when were out of danger.” he said, you nodded and went along.
Back at the house:
It had been few hours of when you got home and explained everything to him. “espera, espera, espera, espera, so you have a parasite-”
PARASITE.
You flinched at the loudness a little and stopped Miles. “Symbiote” you corrected. “He doesn't like being called ‘parasite’ but you're on the right track” you nodded.
“Yea symbiote or something. That you got from an organization that was doing experiments on people, which those others failed. But they found you, apartly you were a match or somethin. They were keeping you in there, for… whatever reason, you escaped cuz you realized you were gonna die if you don’t. Not its been 2 weeks or so, you and this… thing somehow bonded, now this guy lives rent free in your body” he explained
Wow, this guy is good. No wonder you like him so much.
“Yes, i know fast learner, we love that fr” you smiled. “His name is…v-venom” he said slowly, not sure if he was right.
“Correct”
Correct
“So he can like…here me right now. He talks… to you”
“Yea, wanna meet him”
“Uhh…will it depend… Does he like me? Cuz it seems buddy loves to eat heads” he said timidly.
Mmmm, well he’s not that bad, he’s not my type, but he’s not that bad, I can get used to him. But when you kissed him I can tell he was rather delicious. If he was a girl I would most definitely like him more. Buuuut he’s fine.
You nodded.
"He said he would like you better as a girl but he can work with you...also he said when we kissed you tasted good." You blurted.
"...is...that a good or a bad?"
" it's a good, he likes you very much actually" you nodded. "But don't worry, I won't let him hurt you papa" you reassured, giving him a peck. A sigh of relief could he heared from the boy.
"This is why I love you"
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Hangman x Fem!Reader
Summary: You really don’t like Hangman’s girlfriend, why did it have to be your high school bully. You were not the shy girl anymore from your high school days, so you had to do something about that girlfriend.
Your callsign: Cider
Warnings: Hangman is an idiot (in the beginning, he’ll come to his senses), cursing, mentions of bullying, smut 18+
A/N: Inspired by the songs Girlfriend from Avril Lavigne and Misery Business by Paramore; you’re a wso, graduated together with Bob, who’s like your twin. (For the story: you grew up in a town that about a 2 hour drive from base). This is my first time writing smut, so bare with me. Oh and sorry, things got way out of hand. Enjoy!
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High school reunions, who invented them? Until two days ago you were convinced you were not going, until Bob, your best friend since the academy, convinced you otherwise to show your bullies they were wrong. You had changed dramatically after high school, you were not that shy wallflower anymore that was an easy target to pick on. You had grown some serious balls in the Navy, you were not obnoxious loud as Hangman, but you could stand your ground when it was necessary. In the dagger-squad, you and bob became a mischievous duo, pulling off pranks with the rest. This is how the two of you became known as the twins. People had asked if you two had tried dating, which you did, but kissing each other had felt like kissing your sibling so you both reacted with a “tried that, failed terribly” at the same time. The squad had become a big family where you felt welcomed, but was the only one who knew about your time in high school.
Now, here you were, back at the gate of your high school, with sweaty hands, letting the awful memories sink in. Your thoughts went back to reality when you felt your phone buzz in your purse.
“Okay, here we go” you thought as you entered the school. Everything still looked the same, just a bit modernised.
Bob🤓: OWN them!
Bob🤓: I can hear your thoughts all the way over here, snap out of it dude
You: Yeah yeah, if they're mean, I'll accidentally send a missile towards them during our next exercise.
Bob🤓: That's what I'm talking about! Have fun!
You’d hoped to see Trudy, she was the secretary during your time at high school and helped you through your worst days as she once heard some of your classmates going down at you. The bullying was never physical, they belittled you, called names, embarrass you in front of everyone, it was just awful. As you let your eyes wander around you noted a lady behind a table welcoming everyone, but she’s too young to be Trudy, as she might have reached retirement age.
“Hi, can I have your name, so we know who’s here” the lady smiled, you didn’t recognise her.
“Oh, that’s Y/L/N Y/N.”
“I’m Daphne, I’m the new secretary since 4 years. Partner?”
“That explains why you don’t seem familiar, nice to meet you and no, just me.”
“Have a nice evening, and maybe, you’ll find someone nice here.” She winked at you.
“We’ll see.” You smiled at her. But I doubt that you thought. As you let your eyes scan the people around the room, you already found out where to go and which people to avoid. After joining a nice group, you started to feel at ease as they started to tell their stories. When it was your turn, you had everyone’s attention immediately as your career was the most exiting one.
“The Navy did you good, you’ve changed for the better.”
“Thanks” you smiled as you kept on chattering about your job, the pilots (the girls in the group were very interested in this topic) and fighter jets (the guys were hanging on your lips when you were describing how it felt flying with one).
“Do you have one those names?”
“Ha, yes, it’s Cider”
“Nice, how did you get that?”
“You don’t wanna now” you smirked. Nope, no one needed to hear your drunken of hungover stories.
“Oh my God, the bitches have arrived.” Nate, one of the ‘nerds’ back in the day, noticed.
“They’re as pink and annoying as I remember” you scoffed. Please let them not come here, I want a nice evening. But they were making their way over to your group. Oh fuck
“Who do we have here, the nerds and the uglies. I can’t believe some of you found partners. Poor you.” Ashley, one of them, started.
“Ashley, Melissa, Lucy, hello.” You hoped by taking the word they would leave the rest of the group alone.
“And you are?” Melissa, your worst bully replied.
“What you can’t read, I thought you graduated high school. Did you really forget who you bullied?”
“You won’t talk like that anymore when you see my boyfriend, you’ll be scared of him.”
“Oooh I’m shitting in my pants already, maybe you should be the one who’s scared.” You couldn’t help yourself to keep Bob in the loop.
“How dare you even talk back to me, you, you” You just smirked back at her, she really was not used to somebody talking back, you loved this new feeling and the fact they were staring in disbelief of the reformed you. Your moment of joy got interrupted when Melissa started jumping up and down like the nutjob she was “My hero, I’m here! This, this bitch here was insulting me, can you do something about it?” As you turned around to see which unlucky guy her boyfriend was, you almost let your drink fall on the ground.
You: the bitches have arrived
You: & I should be scared of her boyfriend 😱
Bob🤓: Ha bitch doesn't know you anymore
You: Let's kick her ass
“Hangman” You looked at him with a puzzled look and you couldn’t help to notice a blush creeping up his cheeks as he noticed you, not in your uniform. You had one massive secret that even Bob didn’t know (or at least you hoped he hadn’t noticed it), you were deeply in love with Hangman. The endless teasing of him - he was teasing everyone so you thought - with the pranks you and Bob did and sometimes scaring the shit out of him, made you enjoying his company a little too much an hoping he would ever notice you. But all your hopes got crushed a couple of weeks ago when he announced he had a girlfriend. When you congratulated him you hoped he wouldn’t notice your disappointment. You quickly grabbed your phone and kept Bob up to date.
“Cider, hi, I didn’t expect to see you here, you look good.” Hangman blushed. Oh it’s the first he’s seeing me wearing a dress, maybe I could use this. Bob was the best confidence booster there was. Apparently he knew about your crush, but you didn’t care at this moment about that as you and Hangman were still staring at each other, forgetting for a moment that there were other people around you. What you didn’t know was that Hangman had always loved you too. When he met you, you were still shy, but he, just as the rest, thought you and Bob were an item so didn’t dare to do anything. After you and Bob made clear that the two of you could never be an item, he couldn’t help himself and started teasing you even more, just so he could get your attention as he secretly liked to be the prank target of you and Bob. He just didn’t dare to confess his love to you, in fear of rejection, yes the mighty Hangman could be afraid. But Hangman was still a man and had his needs, so when he met Melissa in a bar, he hoped just for one night, but the girl had already announced the next morning she was his girlfriend. The only way to keep up with the relationship was imagining she was you.
You: it’s Bagman
Bob🤓: WTF! you're fucked dude
You: I wish I was
Bob🤓: Ha busted
Bob🤓: go for him, you're better
“So, Melissa, that’s your girlfriend. Jeez Hangman.” You looked at him with raised eyebrows.
“You two know each other? And his name is Jake you dumbass. ” Melissa broke you and Hangman out your moment.
“Navy” you commented.
“How’s that possible, you mop floors or what? At least you’re good for something then.” She tried to be the smartest, but instead got warning looks from Hangman.
“Nah, I’m a WSO, I aim the missiles, so watch your back.” You smirked at her, even Hangman couldn’t to laugh at your comment, he wan’t going to admit it yet, but he loved you like this. After your last comment Melissa ran crying with her clique to the toilets, probably hoping Jake would follow, but she was dead wrong about that.
“I’m so sorry about her Cider, I didn’t know she was that mean.”
“You do realise that she was my high school bully?” You asked while crossing your arms sternly.
“Oh shit, and I poured some salt in that wound by becoming her boyfriend, I’m sorry, I honestly didn’t know. But I’ve gotta say, you certainly became mouthy, I like that.”
With your newly gained confidence and the last comment Hangman made you couldn’t help yourself anymore.
“What do you actually see in her, I mean why her?” Hangman started to look at his feet becoming all shy in front of you. You finally had him where you wanted.
“Why her and not…” you paused for a second, fighting with everything you had in you to not let your brain chicken you out of it. “Me?” Hangman looked at you, something in him started to shift, like he realised what kind of big mistake he has made.
“I don’t like your girlfriend.” You added, hoping he would finally say something. Like some sort of gift from heaven, Melissa came back, mascara spread out, finally the tables were turned around.
“Jake, we need to talk, you cannot talk anymore to that bully, do you know what she has put me through?” She stood in front of Hangman arms crossed and standing on her toes hoping to get a kiss from him. At this moment the odds started to like you, a lot. Hangman’s attitude changed, he just put his finger on her pouty mouth.
“Melissa, sweetheart, there is something you don’t know. I don’t date bullies of your type.”
“What? How could you even say something like that, I’m the victim here!” She interrupted him.
“Jeez, you’re annoying.” You interrupted their breakup session.
“Y/N is right about that. Oh and now that there are witnesses here, it’s over.” Those words have meant everything to you. “And don’t disrespect her ever again.” You could honestly kiss the man right here right now, let’s just say the past was now forgotten and buried as Melissa ran off crying. She finally got what she had coming.
“Cider, do you mind going outside for a minute?” Hangman asked nicely while already taking your hand in his. You nodded. Once outside and the cool evening breeze wrapped around you, you quickly slid on your jacket you had hanging on your purse.
“Cider, you look really good, I mean I’ve never seen you in anything else than your uniform. I like it.” Hangman confessed.
“Thanks Jake” you blushed. “Please call me Y/N, I like it when you use my name.”
“Same here, did you mean what you said earlier?”
“Yeah, I wished it was me. God, I feel like a teenager.” You said quietly almost whispering. Jake didn’t say something, as his brain was processing he had always hoped you’d say. Yup, the one and only Hangman was starstruck. You took a step closer to him so your chests almost touched as you kept looking in his eyes. Fuck, even on my toes, I’m too small to kiss him. There was only one solution to this little obstacle, so you just grabbed him by his face as you guided it to yours so your lips could collide. You felt Jake coming back to earth from his thoughts as he started to respond to your kiss by asking permission with his tongue to enter your mouth. As things started to get heated, you both felt your phone buzz. Apparently your purse got stuck between your bodies. “Fuck, must be Bob.” You panted after interrupting the kiss.
Bob🤓: did you kiss already?
You showed Jake the text, laughing at Bob’s timing.
“You guys really are twins.”
“Yeah, he’s the evil one, I swear, don’t be fooled by his looks. Let’s keep him in the dark for now.” You smiled while switching your phone to ‘do not disturb’.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Hangman asked, still with a dazed looked, sounding a bit drunken - yeah drunken on love.
“Uh yeah, of course.” He’s got you really curious now.
“The only way I was able to keep up the relationship with you know, was to imagine she was you, but she was such an awful kisser and the rest, well, that too.”
“Oh, basically, you need someone to forget the bad memories, huh?” You teased him.
“What, no, that’s not - oh you little tease come here.” He said when you started to run away from him, but he immediately caught you and started tickling you until you surrendered.
“I’m gonna ask you officially. Y/N do you want to be my girlfriend?”
“You just broke up with your ex, you’re a fast man mister Hangman.” You teased him, he used to tease you a lot, so you were even now. “Yes, I want to be you girlfriend Jake.” You said while wrapping your arms around his neck. He took the signal and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. Like this it was way easier for you to kiss him, so you did.
“You’re becoming bold.” Jake said while kissing you. “Love it though.” As the kissing started to get heated Jake made his way to the nearest wall. He pushed your back against the wall, resulting in a small groan escaping from your lips. Jake started exploring you body with one hand as the other one kept you in place. When he started kissing down your neck, you got back to the realisation you were still in you former high school. “Ja.. Jake, uh, fuck, we, we can’t here” you were able to murmur out while enjoying Jake’s kisses a little too much.
“You don’t want to get fucked in your high school? Why are you so addicting?” He stopped kissing you looking at you with eyes filled with lust.
“If we would’ve been together for a while, I wouldn’t mind. I just, still hate this place.” You said while burying your face his neck so you could take in his scent. “I booked an airbnb nearby, I didn’t want to drive for 2 hours at this hour.
"Smart girl, let’s get out of here.” Jake already had your hand in his as he started dragging you out of the school.
“Wait up horndog, I took a cab here, my car is still at the airbnb, your car here?”
“Yup, came apart, in case it got boring, or exciting, as you can describe it now.” You both smirked at his last comment, this man was going to be the death of you. As you reached his car, he pushed you against it and started kissing you again, it started with hungry kisses on your neck lowering to your chest where they started becoming more aggressive and probably be hickeys in the morning. He let his hands first roam around and squish your butt as he finally started assaulting your mouth with hungry kisses again. You couldn’t help yourself anymore as you pulled his leg between yours in need to feel some friction. “Fuck, Jake” you moaned.
“That sound … stop me now, or we never gonna make back to your airbnb, Jesus you’re so much better than I’ve imagined.” Knowing he was right, you broke off you moment of pleasure to grab his keys out of his pocket, he always kept his keys at the same place, you’ve been, let’s say observant. After typing in the address, Jake kept his hand on your upper thigh during the drive.
“I would have never guessed you were this hot, when I met the shy you.”
“You know what they say about the quiet ones.” You commented with a big grin, resulting in Jake sliding his hand under your dress dangerously close to your throbbing area. You could only moan under his touch.
“Fuck Cider, you’re lucky we’re almost there. If I knew you could sound this heavenly I would’ve taken you a very long time ago and I wouldn’t have made the Melissa-mistake.”
“I swear to God, if you mention her one more time, you’re gonna have blue balls tonight.”
“Duly noted. We’re here.” You rapidly made your way out of his car so you could open the door, before you even got the chance to turn on the light, Jake was already in front of you lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around him and picking up where you left off.
“Bedroom?”
“Second left. Hurry.” you mumbled in between kisses.
“Are we getting impatient?” Hangman couldn’t get enough of you being all hot and bothered for him. He softly laid you on the bed removing your and his shoes. When he joined you on the bed, you quickly straddled his lap taking the lead getting a surprised “Whoa babe” from Hangman but he certainly didn’t mind it. After removing his shirt you need a second to admire his torso up close at what you couldn’t help but licking your lips. “I don’t wanna boost your ego, but you’re hot as fuck like this under me.” You felt Hangman’s erection get even harder, if that was even possible, underneath you. You started kissing him again, you felt him groping your ass and eventually getting his hands under your dress.
“This, off.” As he tugged on your dress. You quickly got out of it and tossed it somewhere on the ground, you felt Jake wiggle himself from underneath you so he could take off his trousers leaving him too in just his underwear. Now Jake back in control removed your bra and panties a little too easily and laid you on your back so he could admire his girl.
“All mine now.” Even though you were quite confident a moment earlier, you started feeling a bit uneasy being fully exposed to him. Realising you were feeling shy he started peppering sweet kisses all over your body to keep your mind off overthinking. As his kisses were arriving at your thigh, he started sucking on the spots where he left first planted kisses, marking you up, leaving you moaning his name. When he spread your legs, your shyness was not completely gone yet, so you had to come up with something to boost yourself.
“Why I’m a the only one naked?”
“Does my girl wanna see the merchandise?” You nodded eagerly. When he slid his boxers off, your mouth fell open at the sight of his thick shaft slapping to his stomach. Fuck he’s big. Before you could say or do anything else Jake was back between your legs.
“Wait, Jake, can you, uhm, take it easy, it’s been a while, I’m dry like a desert. And fuck, you’re gonna rip me apart with that thing.”
“Dry like a desert, yeah right, I can see that. You’re so wet baby.” Jake smirked while teasing your clit. “Jake” you moaned. “Only for you.” you could gasp as he slid one finger between your folds. He pumped his finger in and out of you and he started kissing and sucking on your nipples. “Ja.. Jake” you moaned, sounding more desperate than intended. “More, please.” “Yes, darling, anything for you.” and he added one more finger and hitting that wonderful spot. You couldn’t even scream anymore as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm.
“Close?” He asked sweetly but eyes completely filled with lust, you nodded as you were trying to moan a yes. His next action caught you off guard. He stopped abusing your nipples and started sucking your clit to send you completely over the edge while you grabbed his hair. Jake felt your walls clench around his fingers as you orgasmed. “I almost came just from your moans, you’ve got any idea how fucking sexy you are?” You smiled at his confession “That would be so hot.” You admitted coming down from your high.
“Do you have condoms? I didn’t bring any, I needed an excuse with you know” Hangman said while scratching the back of his neck.
Maybe in my bag, one sec.” As you rummaged in your bag you found an envelop with ‘just in case’ written on it and a small note with drawn glasses on it “fucking Bob” you told Jake as you threw the envelop to him. Joining Jake back on the bed, you took the condom out of his hands and ripped the package open with your teeth. After lazily stoking him a few times, you rolled the condom on his shaft and you could just wish he was in you already.
“Lay down for me baby.” You did as you were told. Jake let his hands roam around your body, admiring once again what was finally his now. Letting your hands stop at your tits, he cupped them and played with them. “They’re so pretty, they fit way too perfect in my hands.”
“Don’t tease, please. Fuck me.” “Getting eager there baby?” You nodded, he didn’t need to be told twice to start fucking you into oblivion. He entered your pussy carefully while massaging your thighs, “So perfect, so warm, you okay?” “One sec, adjusting” You panted out, Jake started kissing you passionately to give you time to adjust, the man definitely knew how to take care of a woman. When you felt ready a couple of seconds later, you nodded in the heated kiss, hoping he would get the message. He did get it as you felt him thrusting in you, at first he was careful, but after you started moaning he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. “Fuck, you take me in so well, you’re so, so perfect.” Jake said while pounding in you like an animal and you didn’t mind it at all. As loud moans and skin slapping were filling the bedroom, you were both getting close. So Jake focused on letting you come first by giving your clit some extra stimulation while pounding into you. As your orgasm hits you, you screamed his name out of the top of your lungs, what send him over the edge too, you felt his dick twitch in you as he filled the condom. Jake immediately collapsed on top you murmuring “I think I might love you, best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Oh, you’re just here for the sex.” You played along.
“Duh, what did you expect” Jake laughed at your comment, “that door the bathroom?” you nodded “one sec, be right back for you.”
You got up on your elbows to see what he was doing, but you knew it as soon as you heard water in the sink.
“Come here, let’s clean you up.” Yeah, you were never letting go of him.
After cleaning you up, you were both still naked laying on the bed opposite to each other, staring in each other eyes still enjoying what just happened, when it got interrupted by the buzzing of Jake’s phone.
“Melissa, let her. I’ve got someone way better here.” Hangman said as he moved over, now back on top of you. “Ready for another round baby girl?”
The next morning when you woke up, you hoped everything that happened last night was not a dream and as soon as you tried to move under the sheets, you knew it was very real. Maybe the two of you should’ve stopped after round 3, but you were both too addicted to one other.
“Morning sunshine.” Hangman said with a rasp voice and he looked ridiculously cute with his hair sticking to 100 different directions.
“Morning” You said while kissing your nose. “I’m so sore Hangman, but last night was so good, thank you.”
“Come here baby” You snuggled in his embrace. “I love you Cider, I mean it.”
“I love you too.” You replied happily.
“I’m never dating a civilian again, I love your stamina, the things the Navy is good for.” He smiled.
“So you think you’ll ever get the chance to date someone else?” You slapped his arm that was wrapped around you playfully.
“Nah, you’ll be able satisfy me for the rest of my life.”
“Jake, last night…” “Was amazing, I know.” He interrupted you.
“That’s true” you laughed, “I think during round three, did you, pick up the phone while you were fucking me?”
“That might have happened.” He blushed as he thought back what he did and he very much liked the memory. “She wouldn’t stop calling, so why not let her hear what I was doing and I have a very good explanation for it.
“So that’s why you were screaming my name extra loud. And what’s your explanation?”
“I was Cider-drunk.”
“JAKE! What? You big idiot.” you almost fell off the bed from laughing.
“Your idiot and as I recall, you didn’t mind it. Wait, what did you scream most of the night? Jake, yes right there, oh fuck.” He tried mimicking you, but with an extremely slutty tone to it.
“Mister Jake Seresin, you dirty fucker” you grinned “but indeed, I did not mind at all, that was actually the best revenge ever.” You said before kissing him.
When you took your phone to turn off the do not disturb-mode you notice the notifications from Bob, he tried calling you 3 times and a dozens of texts asking if you were still alive and if he needed to murder anyone.
You: Still alive, phone died :) No time now, gonna head out the bnb.
Bob didn’t need to know the details from last night yet. “Come, shower time, we have to leave this place in two hours and with the mess we made, we need the time.”
“Y/N, we should prank Bob when we get back.”
“Yup, and I think I already have idea how.”
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august - MV1 (1/?)
- you're on your own kid [pt1]
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Juliette Durand
This is a story for the Max (and Taylor Swift) girlies.
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Summary: They were doomed from the start. Two completely different worlds colliding, there was no way this could work. But what happens when they keep running into each other, as if gravity was pulling them together.
Trope: slow-burn af
(*dialogues in italic are meant to be in French, I’m just too lazy sksksks)
Word count: 1,1k
A/N: This is the first chapter guys! I'd love some feedback :) Enjoy !
Having recently graduated meant finding a job and getting your life together.
But Juliette was only 25, how was she supposed to know for sure what she wanted at this point in her life?
Juliette was completely lost. She wanted to do everything and nothing at the same time. Everyone expected her to know everything, especially her parents.
Instead of facing their incessant questions on the matter, she ran away, in hopes of overcoming her current situation.
Hence why Juliette booked her tickets for Italy, and found herself wandering the streets of Orta San Giulio.
Juliette felt at peace here, the sound of the water banging against the boats, the cool breeze gently brushing her cheek, the smell of sea water. She didn't know anyone, and no one knew her. No one to expect her to be anything.
She was strolling through a bookshop, her fingers brushing the edges of the books as she went. Her eyes lit up as her hand touched her favorite book. She couldn't even tell how many times she'd read it, but it always had the same gut-wrenching effect on her. She took one last glance at the book before leaving, Martin Eden, by Jack London, a fan favorite, or at least hers.
As she left the store, Juliette’s phone rang. It was Pierre.
“Ju?”
“Yes Pierre?”
“Did you arrive safely? You were supposed to text me once you get there.”
“Sorry dad!” She laughed. Pierre was her best friend and he could be a tad bit overprotective sometimes.
“You know I worry about you. How are you feeling?”
“Don’t worry, I’m fine, I just need time to figure things out for myself” Juliette was lying. She wasn’t fine. Her anxiety was really getting the best of her lately.
“I know, and you’ll figure it out. You’re the clever one, you’ll find your path” Replied Pierre, trying to reassure her.
“Easy for you to say, “Mister I always wanted to be a Formula One Driver”” .
Juliette and Pierre met when she was in middle school. They actually met in detention. Pierre was there after talking back to a teacher and Juliette was there after throwing her eraser on a friend. He was three years older than her and immediately saw her as the sister he never had. Since then, she has been cheering for him throughout his entire career, being there for each milestone. She was very proud of him.
“What can I say, I have always dreamt big” laughed Pierre “By the way” he added “Kika is coming to spend a couple days with my family next week, will you be there?” Pierre asked.
“Of course! I can’t wait to see her again!” Juliette was so happy to see Kika again, she was a real sweetheart. She was glad Pierre had found her.
“Well I gotta go Pierre, I’ll call you back during the week, alright?”
“Ok, take care Ju, love ya!”
"Love you, see you soon!" replied Juliette.
Juliette cherished her friendship with Pierre more than anything. They couldn't see each other often due to his intense schedule, but he was always there for her and vice versa. To her, he wasn't Pierre Gasly, he was just Pierre, her best friend from middle school. She felt really lucky to have such a friend by her side.
Juliette kept exploring the city for a couple hours. As the evening went on, she decided to grab a bite in the nearest restaurant. Once she settled, she pulled out her film camera, snapping candid shots of the people surrounding her.
That camera was always in her hand, having thousands of film rolls at home, each capturing snippets of her life.
She watched the people through her lens throughout the whole dinner, until her gaze fell on a pair of piercing bright blue eyes already staring back at her. She slowly lowered her camera, and looked away shyly, embarrassed that she'd been caught red-handed.
She looked back up and that’s when it hit her. She knew those dashing blue eyes. They belonged to none other than Max Verstappen, one of Pierre’s fellow drivers. Except for Charles, she had never met any of them, trying to stay away for the spotlight as much as possible.
Juliette was completely mortified, and to make matters worse, he was headed in her direction.
“Ciao” he said when he reached her, cringing at his own attempt to speak Italian.
It was all it took to make Juliette burst out laughing, a mixture of surprise and nervousness.
After seeing Max’s defeated look, Juliette pulled herself together.
“I’m sorry”, she said “It’s just, I wasn’t expecting you to speak Italian”.
This made Max smile.
“You speak English… then, made a fool out of myself here, didn’t I?” he asked, chuckling.
“Kind of, but it was entertaining” she softly replied with a grin. Realising he had been standing there for five minutes, she invited him to sit with her, which he did.
"I'm Juliette by the way"
"Nice to meet you Juliette, I'm Max"
“So,” he kept going, “did you take any nice pictures, hopefully some with me in them” he said smirking.
“So you did see... Well, I would’ve but I got a little interrupted” said Juliette.
"Don't worry, I'm flattered" he replied laughing.
"Don't go feeling too special, I take many candid shots of strangers... Although it might sound weird like that" she laughed. "I just find it beautiful to capture snippets of life".
"Well you definitely make it sound beautiful" he replied with a warm smile, making her blush.
They stayed like this for a while, chatting about this and that, although Max failed to mention that he was an F1 driver and Juliette, on her part, failed to mention that she knew who he was and that Pierre was her best friend. They both did not want to make this conversation weird, knowing that were never going to see each other again anyway.
"Well, Max, it was lovely to meet you, but I think I'm gonna head out" said Juliette after a while.
"Yeah me too, have a good night Juliette" replied Max with a smile.
"Good night Max" said Juliette softly before leaving.
They each went their own way, a smile on their face as they though about this one-off encounter.
But after all, Orta San Giulio isn't a big town. Who knows, they might run into each other again.
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the princess and the hangman
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader
you and Jake are constantly at each other’s throats. everyone can see why except for you.
t/w: cussing, closed door scene, mentions of cheating. enemies to lovers. let me know if I missed any!
“I hate you.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m hurt. Get in the fucking truck,” Jake “Hangman” Seresin slams himself into his truck and raises a brow at you. Your hand refuses to reach out towards the door handle.
He rolls the window down. “I will leave your ass here if you are not in this vehicle in the next five seconds.”
You know Jake well enough to know he is telling the absolute truth. Begrudgingly, you slide into his old Chevy.
“I called Rooster, you know.”
Your best friend, Rooster, was always your first call when you needed to get out of a horrible date. He always came riding in on his shiny Bronco, and rescued you. For some reason, Jake showed up this time.
“Well, I’m here instead. Rooster said he was caught up in something.”
Or someone.
The two of you rode back to the Hard Deck in complete silence. Old school country played lowly through the speakers, and you want desperately to make a comment about it.
You decide against it not wanting to get into another argument with the Hard Deck three minutes away. The last thing you needed was the two of you flying into the bar at each other’s throats. It would only lead to the gang asking when y’all would finally admit your feelings for each other.
You did NOT like Hangman. No matter how fucking sexy he was.
Jake pulls into the parking lot and throws his old Chevy into park. You both sit there, waiting for the other to make a move. These standoffs were pretty common. God, you were both so competitive.
Jake finally speaks. “Next time, vet the guy a little better before agreeing to go on a date. I am sick of ‘rescuing’ you.” His voice is low, barely above a whisper.
Your brows shoot up your face. “I’m sorry?”
Jake doesn't answer. Instead, he slides out of his truck and slams the door. He stops at the door of the Hard Deck, “Lock the door behind you, Princess.”
That fucking nickname.
You weren’t a naval aviator. You weren't in the Navy at all. You were a teacher at the school on the base, and one of the admiral’s daughters. Hence the nickname. You were untouchable. One call to Daddy, and you got whatever you wanted.
So what? It wasn’t your fault you were the only daughter.
The gang adopted you into their group the night you strolled into the bar after the first day of school.
“The princess has been returned to our humble hangout,” Jake announces to the group.
So much for coming in without arguing.
You were hot on his heels.
Coyote hands Jake a beer. Jake takes a long swig from it, and looks at you. He cocks a blonde eyebrow, daring you to say something. He knows you enough to know you can't pass it up.
“You’re an asshole.” You keep your voice neutral.
“And you’re a brat. Tell me something I don't know, Princess.”
Rooster joins you at your side and throws an arm around your shoulders. “I wish you would have come,” you tell him.
“Yeah, I was a little preoccupied,” he winks at a blonde across the bar. “Besides, Hangman insisted.”
Your eyes met Jake’s and for once you were speechless. He insisted?
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Jake shot at you.
“Take your insult back to the 80′s, dick.”
Mischief flashes through those green eyes. Those eyes you'd be blind if you didn't think they were gorgeous. His famous smirk falls on his lips. The one that usually precedes whatever smart ass comment he has cooking.
Before he can come back with anything, Coyote jumps in. “When are you two just going to sleep together?”
Rooster rolls his eyes next to you, and Bob, who was quiet in the corner, was suddenly interested with his phone.
“He wishes.”
“I’d rock your world, Princess.”
You pray your cheeks remain the color they are. He cannot see you react to that comment, because you’re pretty sure Jake could.
“Flyer would disagree.” Jake’s grip on his beer tightens. It was a low blow. Bringing up the only girl who kept him tied down.
Jake regains his composure pretty quickly. “Yeah well, I wouldn’t want Origin's sloppy seconds anyway.”
Your comment was a low blow, but his was a complete kick in the hypothetical nuts. Even Rooster stiffened next to you.
Origin, the guy who captured your heart. The guy who swept you off your feet. The guy who promised you the world. The guy who ultimately cheated on you.
“I think the two of you should take a breather,” Rooster says, trying to steer you away from Jake. Not being able to back down, you slip under Rooster’s arm.
You close the space between you and Jake. He has almost an entire foot on you. Your head almost falls all the way back to look him in the face.
“Why’d she leave you?” you ask. Jake never mentioned the break up to any of you. When she left him, he sulked around for about a week, and then was back to his old self.
Jake’s jaw tightens, but he doesn't answer.
“Come on, Hangman, I want to know why she left,” you pressed. The two of you were standing dangerously close.
“I bet you do,” he makes a big show of taking a sip from his beer. His lips momentarily throwing you off as your mind wandered to how they'd feel on yours. They say hate and passion is a fine line, and you’re tittering it being this close to him.
You put a hand on his chest and playfully shove him back. He doesn't move an inch, but he captures your wrist in his before you can pull back. You don’t mean for the gasp to fall out of your mouth, but it does and he definitely noticed it. You were careful to never put your hands on him, afraid you may like it too much.
“Why’d she leave, Jake?”
Jake closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath. When they reopen, it’s like he’s staring into your soul.
“Because of you,” he says so low you almost didn't hear him.
His hand his still encircled around your wrist, and you're pretty sure those green eyes just flicked down to your mouth.
Jake drops your hand before you can say anything and stalks out of the bar.
~
A week passed by with zero contact from Jake. Not that the two of you talked a lot outside of the weekend gatherings at the bar. You could usually look forward to a witty text from him at least once a week.
“Come on, Y/N, you have to see the way he’s always looked at you,” Penny says. You were sitting at the bar, keeping her company before the Friday night crowd came in.
You shake your head. “Jake hates me, and I hate him. That’s our thing.”
Penny gives you an incredulous look as she dries a glass.
Sure, Jake is fucking hot. And you have thought about what it would be like if he was yours.
“He said Flyer left because of me.” You still hadn't be able to work that out in your mind.
“I would have too,” Penny shrugs. When she takes in your confused look, she adds, “Because she knew he was in love with you.”
Your forehead comes in contact with the bar. Letting out a groan, you say, “Impossible.”
“Trouble in Y/N Land?” a voice appears to your right. You glance over, keeping your head on the bar, and see Maverick, Penny’s boyfriend, and your father’s biggest annoyance.
“She’s coming to terms with Hangman being in love with her,” Penny tells him, leaning over the bar to give Maverick a kiss.
“Oh yeah? Shit, it's been what? Three years?” Maverick says. He knew too.
You let our another groan.
~
You were at the piano with Rooster later on that night. You tried to remain present with your friend, singing along to whatever song he had just learned to play. Your eyes kept scanning the crowd, looking for that handsome blonde.
“He’s not coming, darlin’,” Rooster tells you.
“I don't know what you’re talking about.”
Rooster finished up his song and turned on the bench towards you. “You’re looking for Hangman.”
Your head shakes widely. “Of course I’m not. Why would I be looking for him? I hate him.”
Rooster hits you with a look you imagine an older brother would give. A look that says ‘do you think I am that stupid’?
“Where is he?” you ask quietly.
“His apartment.”
You waste no time throwing your card at Penny and running out of the bar, not even caring. You knew Penny would lock it up for you to get later.
You speed down the highway, taking the familiar route to Jake’s apartment. Rooster lived in the same building. Parking next to his Chevy, you take a deep breath. Your mind is in a million webs, and you don’t even know what you’re going to say to him.
Mustering up as much confidence as you can, you stalk up the walk to his door. Pounding on the door, you don't notice that he’s opened it. It’s only when your fist makes contact with his chest does it register.
“What are you doing here, Princess? Hot date stand you up?” he turns his back to you, heading into his home. You fly in after him, all nerves gone.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” There is no way on Earth this man ‘loves’ you. Everyone is just confusing hate with love.
“I don't have a problem. Seems like you do, though.” Jake leans against his kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest.
“Yeah, I have a problem. Why would you tell me Flyer left you because of me, and then give me the cold shoulder for a week.”
Jake smirks. “I wasn’t aware you were waiting around for some kind of contact.”
“Cut the shit, Jake.”
Fire flashes in his eyes. “What do you want from me, Y/N? Do you want me to tell you that even though I was with her, I thought about you? Do you want me to tell you how you encapsulate every part of my mind? Do you want me to tell you that I have a fucking photo of you in my cockpit? Do you want me to tell you that no matter how many wise ass comments you feed me, it just makes me want you that much more?” With every question, he steps closer to you. His chest heaves as he looks down at you. You look down and see his shoes meet yours in a little kiss.
Jake hooks a finger under your chin, guiding your face up to look at him. “Is that what you wanted?”
Your breathing matches his. The two of you in another stand off. This time, who is going to kiss the other first?
“Is that what you wanted, Princess?” he asks again, his lips lowering to yours. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
You can’t find your voice. Instead, you grab the collar of his shirt to hurry him along. His lips meet yours, and you taste the beer he was drinking before you came over. Jake’s hands cup either side of your face, like he's afraid you’re going to disappear.
“Origin didn’t fucking deserve you,” Jake says against your mouth.
“Please don’t bring him up again,” you say as you pull Jake into his bedroom.
a/n: so sorry it has been so long since my last fic! I appreciate all the notes, and reblogs, and follows from everyone. writing is one of my most favorite hobbies and I am so glad y’all are enjoying them. I am thinking of opening some requests?!
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Scraped knees and spit bubbles:
A/N: Requested by an anon!
Jade gets in trouble at school and you and Jack disagree on how to handle it.
Jade was running around the playground, her and her small group of friends were playing tag.
Jonathan, a much older kid wanted to play. Jade nodded and let him join, she was never one to exclude anyone.
Jonathan was rough, pushing Jade and her friends too hard. “We use nice hands! Use nice hands please” Jade asked.
“Or you could stop being babies” Jonathan scoffed, pushing Jade and making her fall down.
“Hey! That’s not nice!” Jade's friend Samantha ran over and helped her up. Jade looked down at her knee and realized she was bleeding. The sight made her cry.
“Crybaby! Waaa! Waaa! Waaa!” Jonathan teased and Jade couldn’t take it anymore, she stood up and spit on him.
The teacher on duty saw the exchange but didn’t see what happened beforehand. She took both Jonathan and Jade to the principal's office for an explanation.
Jade showed the principal her knee and the school nurse cleaned her up while the principal called your cell phone.
Jack was in a business meeting and you were the only one available so you immediately went to her school.
After the principal explained what happened, you pulled Jade out of school for the rest of the day.
“That little fu- Jonathan is a bully and you need to stay far away from him” you frantically explained as you walked hand and hand to the car.
“He hurted me mommy” she sighed, you helped her get into the car.
“I know baby, I am so sorry. It doesn’t make it okay to spit on people though okay Jade? We use our words next time.”
“Okay, Mommy. I’m sorry”
You nodded and then took her to McDonald’s to get a happy meal.
You ordered something small for yourself knowing Jack would have no interest in it before going home.
“Is Daddy mad at me?” Jade asked as you pulled into the driveway.
“No baby? Why?”
“He didn’t come with you and Daddy always says we shouldn’t be fighting” she shrugged.
“He was doing stuff for work baby, don’t worry” You helped her out of the car. You handed her, her happy meal box as she ran inside.
“Why are you home so early?” Jack seemed surprised to see Jade as she ran through the living room.
“I got in a fight at school” she pointed at her knee.
“A fight?!” He gasped, looking to you for a reaction. He walked over to her to look at her knee closer.
“I’m so sorry Jadey, are you okay now?” Jack questioned.
“I am okay daddy” she nodded as she opened her chicken nugget box.
“It was Jonathan! Do you remember me telling you about him? His mom always goes to all the meetings. He pushed her down and she scraped her knee so Jade spit on him” you explained.
Jack walked over to you “and you rewarded her with a happy meal?” Jack scoffed.
“Are you being serious?” You whispered back to him.
“Did you at least tell her not to spit on people? We didn’t raise her like that” he was clearly frustrated about something else, and channeling all of his energy into the wrong thing.
“I know how to parent Jackman” you growled.
“I didn’t say you didn’t but she shouldn’t be rewarded for-“
“She bled and he had a spit bubble in his eyeball. I think he’ll live to see another day” you responded passive-aggressively.
“I’m just saying, you pulled her out of school and bought her food that comes with a toy, sounds rewarding to me. We don’t want her to seem spoiled to everyone else.”
“What should I have done? Left her at school with tears in her eyes and then sent her to her room without dinner? What is this the 1950s? Get a grip Harlow.”
“Mommy? Daddy? I won’t do it again. Just stop whisper fighting” She rolled her eyes as she waited for you to come to sit with her.
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MC Replaced AU
My first tumblr fic so please let me know if there is something I can do better or fix!! I will get better with time but I would love some advice! This will start like an average replaced AU but it will have a twist that I haven’t seen in any other fic
The first part is third person but it won’t remain that way! Also it is male MC (there aren’t enough male MC fics out there and it makes me sad)
TW: None for this one except some REALLY minor angst at the end!
Part 1
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Welcome to the Devildom
A normal day, as normal as a day can be in the Devildom, the only slightly different thing was a meeting with Lord Diavolo scheduled for the first period at RAD.
“Do we all have to go to this meeting? Can’t MC just give me the rundown after school?”
“No Leviathan, Lord Diavolo made it clear we all have to be there.” Lucifer shoots a glare at the sulking envy demon. A mandatory meeting that required not only all the brothers to attend but also the exchange students, it must be something relatively important to require all the attendees.
The walk to RAD was average, mammon talking to MC, Satan reading as he walked and getting distracted by any stay cats he saw on the way, Leviathan playing a game on his phone, and Beel chowing down on some extra snacks.
Barbatos greeted the group at the door, welcoming them into the Student Council room where the angels already waited
“Hello everyone! I’m glad to see you all made it! I have a very special announcement to make today” As Diavolo started MC tilted his head
“I’m sorry to interrupt but you said we all made it but… Solomon isn’t here?”
“Solomon had business in the human world so he has returned for a few months and won’t be attending this years exchange program” Barbatos explained
“It is unfortunate but there is nothing we can do about it, work is work!” The lord gave his normal, joyful smile as he spoke “His absence does bring some good news though! We have accepted a new human exchange student!” As if purposely timed, a portal opened up and out shot a human girl, immediately MC noticed just how beautiful she was, long blonde hair, a perfect slim body, and the most beautiful blue eyes MC had ever seen.
“Where am I? Who are all of you!?” She looked around frantically, her eyes landing on MC, quickly running over to him “You look normal! What’s going on? Where am I!?” Her arms flung around MC, hiding from the demons
“Haha, please calm down hun, your not in any danger” MC smiled, trying to reassure the new girl
“I’m am glad you already seem to trust MC!” Diavolo laughs, crossing his arms “Welcome Amelia, to the Devildom, you have been chosen to participate in our exchange program at RAD. I am Diavolo, the prince of the Devildom, it is a pleasure to meet you” The new human, Amelia, seemed to relax a slight bit, enough to come out from hiding behind MC but still tightly grasping his hand
“Is this… hell? Are you all demons?”
“Technically, yes, this is hell and yes, we are demons” Lucifers replies, his presence intimidating as ever
“MC, Amelia will be staying in the House of Lamentation with you for the time being, keeping her with you may help her get accustomed to living here quicker, do you mind sharing a room with her?” Diavolo asked, but MC knew it wasn’t really a question, there was no answer other than yes
“Sure, I don’t mind, my room is definitely big enough for both of us” MC smiled, glancing over to see if Amelia was okay with this arrangement, by the small smile in her face it seemed she was content
“MC, Mammon, I want the two of you to show Amelia around and get her used to RAD and the House of Lamentation” Lucifer said, looking back and forth between Mammon and MC
“What? Why me!? Can’t MC do it alone? They have been here for like… two years! They know the place well enough!” Mammon complained, not really wanting anything to do with the new girl, he had MC! Why would he need another human?
The tour went… well
Amelia really likes Mammon
And it seems like he likes her a lot too.
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Monet Issues By Chase Petra
Summary: You are the daughter of Tony Stark but DNA is the only thing you have the proves he’s your father. You were raised by his assistants and nannies. When an interview comes out, you have a few choice words you want to say to the billionaire.
Word Count: 2.3 k
Warning: implied sexual relationship, child abuse, child neglect, Tony is kind of a horrible father.
“Good morning, Diane,” you said, placing her coffee order on her desk. It was Monday morning and every Monday you brought coffee for everyone on your team. It was a tradition you started when your tech company was 4 people. Now you had about 15 employees, still small but you were in the bar with the likes of Stark Industries and Bishop Securities.
“You are in a good mood,” she said, taking a sip of her iced coffee. “Did you have a good weekend?” You smiled.
“I spent the weekend up north with no service and a beautiful woman,” Diane smiled, shaking her head.
“Good, you deserved it. Let me know if you need anything.” You gave her a salute and headed through the rest of the office. You gave your employees their coffee and asked about their weekends. Finally, you sat down at your desk with a sigh. Mondays were the busiest with long meetings and phone calls to start the week on the right foot. You opened your email and saw you had over 1000 unread emails.
“Morning boss,” Taylor said as she came into your office with her laptop. You rolled your eyes.
“Not your boss, Tay.” You said, not looking up from your laptop. Taylor was your business partner and best friend since grade school. She set a bag down on your desk, you knew it was snacks to help you both get through the long meetings. She shrugged.
“Yeah, but your name is on the building.” That was true. Fundamentally, it was Taylor’s idea to focus the company on advancing medical products for veterans due to losing her father at a young age. But you were a Stark, the company was under your mother’s name as that was when you went by. L/n Production, you wanted nothing to do with Tony.
“Can you tell me why every news station is requesting a comment from me?” You asked. “What the hell happened?”
“That is where I come in,” Emily said, entering your office. Her usual put-together bun that sat on her head was disheveled. She must have had a long weekend and an early morning since no reporters were standing outside your office. “So, I’m guessing you didn’t see it.” You glared at her. “Sorry, don’t look at me like that.” She picked up her coffee and plugged her computer into the TV that was mounted on the wall. It took a moment for it to load and you saw a clip of an interview with your father and Jimmy Fallon. You groaned, holding up your hand.
“Wait,” you said before she pressed play. “Is this going to piss me off?” It was a zoom style interview as Tony lived upstate at the Avenger’s compound.
“Probably,” Taylor mumbled, sipping on her coffee. You sighed and waved your hand for Emily to continue. She pressed the spacebar.
“And your daughter, Y/n L/n,” you could tell the clip was from the middle of the interview. Tony put a smile at the mention of your name. “She’s making quite a name for herself. She and her team were given the Presidential Medal of Freedom and nominated for a Nobel Prize for their work in prosthetics.” Jimmy held up a picture of you and Tony at the White House. You invited him to the event to avoid the press, not that you wanted him there. “You must be extremely proud.”
“I am,” your jaw clenched. “She has made this old man very proud.” Well, that was news to you.
“When she was younger did she always have an interest in falling in your footsteps in the tech world?” Tony laughed.
“Jimmy, I couldn’t keep her out of my lab.”
“Oh my god,” you mumbled, putting your hands over your face.
“Those times spent together are memories that are important to me,” your father continued. “And I like to think that those memories shaped her into the person she is today.” The video ended. Your office was silent. Throughout your entire career, you’ve tried to separate yourself from him. Tony Stark. Ironman. He had many names but father wasn’t something you would call him. You were raised by the nannies he hired. You paid your way through school by working waitress jobs, retail jobs on holidays, and babysitting gigs when you had the time. You wanted nothing to do with Tony Stark since he wanted nothing to do with you. When your mother died, he didn’t even show up to the funeral.
“I’m gonna kill him.” You said, standing up and throwing your work essentials in your bag. You were taking a trip to Upstate New York. You didn’t wait for Taylor and Emily to say anything as you headed to the door.
“Egghead,” you stopped at the nickname Taylor called out. “I can’t afford to bail you out so don’t kill the man.” You chuckled, waved your hand, and left.
*
“Miss. Stark,” FRIDAY as you walked into the compound. “It has been a long time.”
“And I told you to stop calling me that,” you told the AI. The AI was silent for a moment.
“My apologies, it appears the boss changed it.” You sighed. Of course, he did.
“Where is he?” You asked.
“He’s in the conference room with the rest of the team. Would you like me to alert you of your arrival?” You smirked.
“Let’s surprise him, that’s more fun.”
*
Steve was standing in front of the team with a blueprint of a factory. The words were in Russian. You leaned against the open team, the team was engrossed in what the super soldier was saying you went unnoticed. While one person saw you, a certain redhead. The Russian smirked at you. You set her a playful wink. “Y/n,” Steve said, interrupting Tony. The table looked away from your father and to you. You gave them a small wave.
“It’s my favorite Stark!” Clint said. Tony rolled his eyes.
“Don’t eat my leftovers like last time,” Clint called after you. You flipped him off over your shoulder.
“I’m hurt, Legolas,” he finally looked at you. “I didn’t know you were making a trip up here."
“Finish your meeting. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
That was the problem. You enjoyed the company of the other Avengers but being around Tony made your blood boil. It was frustrating. You opened the fridge and pulled out the ingredients to make a salad. You weren’t sure how long the meeting was going to be.
The answer was 45 minutes. In that time, you ate your salad, made coffee, and joined in on two meetings for work. You were sitting on the couch with your laptop open when the Avengers walked into the common floor. Clint made a beeline for the fridge, to make sure you didn’t eat his food. Steve went by the window with a sketchbook in his hands and Sam sat down next to you, turning on the TV. Finally, Tony walked in but he walked to the coffee pot instead of you. You sighed, standing up. “Do I smell or something?” Sam asked. You laughed.
“No, I have to go talk to the old man.”
“Good luck with that.” You smiled. Tony was pouring a cup of coffee into a mug.
“Hey, can we talk for a second?” You asked. He shook his head.
“Can’t right now. I have to do some modifications to the suit before the upcoming mission.” You bite back a sigh.
“Okay, how about when you are done?” He put the pot back on the machine.
“We’ll see if I’m not busy.” He began to walk towards his lab.
“So you’ll only talk about me in interviews, is that it?” Tony turned back to look at you. “Nice interview by the way. Jimmy knows how to bring out your good side.”
“You saw that.” He said, a hint of surprise in his voice.
“Half the world saw it, Tony, according to how many news stations were in my inbox looking for a statement.” You were becoming the center of attention with the other Avengers. You noticed a few more entering the space. Wanda and Vision were in the kitchen and Natasha were on the couch, her feet tucked underneath her as she watched the interaction between you and Tony.
“Maybe we should take this conversation somewhere else,” You laughed.
“Oh, now you have time for me because a few minutes ago you weren’t going to give me the time of day. But now since your image of yourself is being fucked with you have time,” you took a step forward. “Who are you to credit yourself with my accomplishments? How could you lack such common sense?” You asked. “You may have given me a name but blood doesn’t mean a thing 'cause I did it all on my own. So, disown me, you don’t owe me, I don’t want your money so feel free to leave me out of your will.” The man was silent in front of you. It was the first time you’d seen him speechless. “You don’t deserve the title of my father.” The slap caught you by surprise. You touched the spot he hit and stared at him. He seemed shocked. Your jaw clenched. The common floor was silent. It was a loud silence. “You are lucky I have any ounce of respect for Pepper or I would be suing your ass.” You grabbed your bag from the couch and walked towards the door. You heard footsteps behind you but you didn’t stop until you felt the sun on your face. You sat down on the bench, squeezing the metal. You looked at Natasha. She was frowning as she cupped the cheek Tony hit.
“Do you want me to kill me?” She asked. You shook your head.
“His death is not worth it to add to your ledger,” you said, kissing the palm of her head. She sat down next to you.
“He hit you,” she said. “He put his hands on his daughter.” You nodded.
“I know,” you whispered. “But it’s not your fight, okay?” She didn’t look convinced. She was angry and you knew if you allowed her to, she would march back in there and deal with him. “Just sit here with me.” You placed her head on her shoulder. She sighed and relaxed on the bench.
“Stay the night,” she said. That was the last thing you wanted to do. “This weekend wasn’t enough.” She kissed the top of your head. Her fingers skim underneath your shirt. “I’ll make it worth you're wild.” You smirked.
“Are you trying to bribe me into sleeping with you?” You asked. She smiled.
“You didn’t need much bribing this weekend,” you rolled your eyes. “Please malyshka (baby girl).” She whispered, kissing your cheek.
“Okay, since you are twisting my arm.” She laughed against your neck.
*
Knocking woke you up. You groaned and burrowed your head deeper into the pillow. But the knocking continued. You opened your eyes, blinking the sleep away. Natasha was slowly waking up. Her red hair fanned out over the pillow as she lay on her stomach facing you. “Who's at the door, FRIDAY?” She asked the AI.
“Mr. Stark is at your door,” the redhead sighed.
“I am going to kill him.” She mumbled. You kissed her shoulder.
“I’ll deal with him,” you stood up and found a shirt and shorts to throw on quickly. “Are you going with him knowing about us?” You asked. Natasha’s eyes were already closed.
“FRIDAY must have told him you were here,” she said, yawning. “I’ll deal with him later.” You smiled and headed to the door. You opened it. You could only imagine what you looked like. Your hair was probably a mess from Natasha running her fingers through it. You had hickeys on your skin. Since you were still half asleep you weren’t sure if you were wearing your clothes.
“Tony,” you said, leaning against the door frame. “Good morning. How are you?”
“What are you doing in Romanoff’s room?” He asked.
“Well Tony,” you noticed by saying his name was getting under his skin. “I’m sleeping with her.” You smiled. “I have been for a while,” you added.
“No, not happening,”
“Oh I missed the part where I asked you if it was okay,” you heard Natasha chuckle from inside her room.
“Your my kid I don’t-”
“I’m your kid?” You cut him off. “The last time I checked I disowned you and you slapped me across the face.” There was no bruise but the feeling was there. You flinched a few times when Natasha took you by surprise and touched your cheek.
“Look, I'm sorry.” You stared at him.
“Sorry about what exactly?” You asked. “Because you are the source of all my scarring. I spent too many years underneath rubble that I got myself out of. I put my heart back together. Do yourself a favor and leave me alone.” You closed the door on him. You took the clothes you were wearing off and climbed back into bed. Natasha rested her head on your chest and looked up at you. You loved staring into her green eyes.
“Are you okay, malysh (baby)?” She asked. You smiled.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
*
You made the trip back home that afternoon. It was nice being back in the city, in your apartment. You took a quick shower and changed into sweatpants and a white tank top. It was going to be a long night. You sat on your dining room table with a cup of coffee in your hands. You were watching a recorded zoom meeting that you missed. But you winced from a slight pinch on your neck. You touched your neck and felt a tranquilizer dart. The room around you began to spin. The coffee mug fell from your hands and shattered to the ground. You fell to the floor and the world went black.
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Ooh how abut number '11. toothpaste kisses' for soft prompts! Love your writing
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Eddie is going to make everyone late.
Look: he really thinks most of it isn't his fault. He'd covered for somebody on B shift Tuesday, so he'd only had 24 hours off and he'd had to sleep through a good chunk of it, so laundry went a little by the wayside, leading to him tossing a frantic load into the washer at 5 am when he realized he had no clean work clothes. And, again, he’d covered that Tuesday shift after a 12 hour on Monday, so it’s reasonable that he forgot how dire the toothpaste situation was. The look Chris had given him when he said they needed to run to the store right now at bright and early 6 am would have withered a lesser soul, so at 6:04 Eddie, still in sweatpants and wearing ratty old slides is running down the block solo to grab whatever they have at the nearest corner store. He winces as he grabs the baking soda kind (Chris hates it) and books it back to the house, trying to breathe through the waves of oh god I’m a terrible father who left my kid alone and forgot about dental hygiene.
The house is considerably more crowded when he gets back to it. First, Chimney is lugging a dresser up the front stairs.
“What- hey- what-“ Eddie grabs the bottom of the thing, hastily shoving the toothpaste in his pocket. “What’s this?”
Chim tilts his head at him. “We were getting rid of it and you said you could use a new dresser, remember? I texted you I was coming to drop it off.”
Eddie’s phone is probably dinging away uselessly on his bedside table. “Right, yeah, sorry. There was a toothpaste emergency. Uh, thank you, we can just-“
Before he can come up with some way to finish that sentence, Carla opens the door. He hadn’t even seen her car, shit, he hopes there’s no calls right away when they get to work because he’s clearly not slept enough and should lay down again as soon as possible.
“Oh!” She says, surprised and cheerful. “Why don’t you bring that into the living room. I put your clothes in the dryer, Eddie, I figured if you were running the wash this early it was an emergency.”
Well thank god somebody has a plan and knows whats happening. He and Chim set the dresser next to a wall someplace as out of the way as they can get, and then Eddie points at Carla. “Thank you,” he says, trying to put as much sincerity into the words as possible, before pivoting to head down the hall to find Chris. Its not a long journey, the kid standing right around the corner. Eddie hands him the toothpaste. “There you go.”
Chris scrunches his nose. “Baking soda kind. Gross. And I don’t need it, Dad, Buck brought the good stuff.”
“Buck?”
“Hey.”
Eddie pivots again to look in the kitchen, where the man himself is leaning against the counter drinking a cup of coffee out of his current favorite mug, the one with the squiggly little drawing of a frog and a chicken dancing together. “Hi.” Eddie supposes he isn’t exactly surprised he’s here, Buck is a feature of their household as much as the mug he’s holding is, but he is a little concerned about the amount of people popping out of the woodwork without him noticing. “Anybody else here? Why’d you bring toothpaste?”
Buck grins. “I think you’ve seen everybody now. And you were running out when I was here last, you’ve been busy, figured it might be helpful.”
Eddie nods, a little… wordless, maybe, a little bowled over. “I’m gonna…” he gestures towards the bathroom and limply leaves the conversation. By the time he’s brushed his teeth (it is the good stuff, the pricier name brand arctic fresh, Eddie usually goes for generic spearmint) Chris and Carla are ready to head out the door. Eddie is glancing at the clock and nervously calculating exactly how wet the clothes he’s about to put on are going to be as he says goodbye, leaning to kiss Carla, Chris, and Chim’s cheeks. “Ok, thank you, have a great day at school, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
It takes a few seconds of staring at Chimney’s trying not to laugh face, and listening to Chris’s not-trying-not-to-laugh-at-all guffaws before his brain catches up to his actions. “Oh my god.”
Chimney grins and Eddie shakes his head futilely against the oncoming barrage. "I always knew I was your favorite." He smacks a hand to his cheek and swoons, and Eddie rolls his eyes. "Everyone said it was Buck, but I knew the Han-Diaz love connection was just waiting to happen."
Buck is laughing somewhere behind him, and Eddie wants to see what look is on his face, but instead he rolls his eyes again, harder, and says "I'm going to check on the laundry," and shoos his son out the door before fleeing to the dryer.
Of course it's all still fucking damp. They're already pushing it on time though (maybe if all three of them are late they can unionize against Bobby?) so he shucks his sweats and shimmies his way into the unpleasant cool of his pants. When he emerges from his shirt, wincing, he finds Buck in the hallway with him.
“Chimney says we’re running late and if you don’t hurry up he’s leaving you for dead, no matter your new found love.”
“I know, I know, I just need to find my shoes-“
“I put ‘em by the door,” Buck smiles, and then the smile becomes a grin. “Hey, Eddie.”
“Yeah?” Eddie says with the right amount of apprehension for the situation.
“No goodbye kiss for me?” He tilts his head, grin thoroughly classifiable as shit-eating.
“We’re going to the same place, Buck. I’m probably gonna ride in your car.” He’s absolutely going to ride in his car, they both know it.
“Ah, so is Chimney, he got one.”
And Eddie could defend himself with the reasonable explanation that he just happened to be standing in a row next to the people he’d meant to press his affection onto, or the less reasonable explanation that he only gives goodbye kisses to people whose names start with a C, but instead he says “You want a kiss, Buck?”
And he’s moving before he loses nerve, and Buck is also moving, laughing at him, so again Eddie feels like it’s not entirely his fault when his kiss lands sort of on his cheek but mostly- it’s mostly on his mouth, which is soft and exhaling a little surprised sound against Eddie. They both pull back but maybe not as far as they probably should, if they weren’t them, if Eddie hadn’t spent the last few weeks or maybe years wondering how he could ask Buck to live on the shelf with all the mugs he’s cycled through as favorites. Then Buck darts his head forward, pecking another little kiss to his mouth, and Eddie chases him for a third, and Buck’s hand tangles in his shirt and he says “Oh” into Eddie’s mouth because the fabric is wet under his touch.
“Buckley, Diaz, I’m getting in my car, and I’m not going to defend you to Cap!”
Even at Chimney’s words they don’t entirely jump apart, just slide back a little, stand more firmly facing each other as the front door distantly opens and shuts.
“We’re gonna be late,” Buck says, an awed little smile pulling at his face.
“Yeah,” Eddie says, a little breathless. Maybe he can blame that on the cold clothes. “We should probably get going.”
Buck nods, and barely finishes the motion before Eddie puts his hands on his face and pulls him in for another minty kiss, firm, a promise. Buck is grinning when he backs off and Eddie is sure his face is a mirror image as he ducks around him to go find his shoes.
They’re late. But as Buck settles next to him on the couch, all pressed along his side despite the still damp clothes, Eddie thinks it was worth the wait.
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