#idk if that's what you had in mind but those jumped out the most at me!
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hello lovely!! i saw how you try to insert a dair-esqe moment in every chapter? 👌🏼 i notice some semblance in some scenes but i was never too sure but ma’am i would love to see you list them all 😭😭😭
aw, sure! I mean I def didn't mean it literally lmao but it was actually surprisingly easy to find a few in every chapter (just things that sound like them):
Jughead and Veronica being Dan and Blair, an attempt:
1. hello you're an idiot
Instead he just smiled back—a small, reflexive little thing triggered by the magnetism of hers. A collateral smile. It almost felt involuntary, and for a second, he couldn't help but dwell in the distinctiveness of the feeling.
Betty's smile said 'hello I love you' and he smiled back because he wanted to. Archie's smile said 'hello I'm here for you' and he smiled back because it was mutual. Veronica's smile said 'hello you're an idiot' and he smiled back because he didn't have a choice.
2. whispering is for poor people
Up came the hand again, swift and condescending, and her eyes flashed.
"Jughead, get that finger out of my face or I'll rip it off and sew it to your beanie."
His stare flicked over his shoulder to hers. She feigned a smile.
"It's not like it can get any uglier."
He lowered his hand with a sigh.
"Now, what I was going to say—"
"Can you at least whisper?"
"What I was going to say," she repeated a little louder, fully aware that it could get both of them murdered but presently too annoyed to care, "is to watch out for the creaky step."
3. hyperverbal STFU
"Keep your diaphragm still."
His lips pressed into a strained line. "Think that's the most scientific way anyone's ever told me to shut up."
"Then let me uncomplicate it for you because it obviously went over your head," she replied, flicking her gaze up with a humorless smile. "Shut up."
4. secret lonely girl
"Then why the hell are you by yourself, why didn't you—"
"What?" she cut in sharply, hitting him with a look that punched him square in the chest. "Call someone? Who? You?"
His mouth fell closed. Her face was hard, the curved lines drawn into taught, jutting angles that scattered the stove light, and for a second, the icy hauteur she'd been wearing like a fur all night was gone. Pooled on the floor, circling the ankles of a threadbare girl with fraying edges. She looked angry. Isolated. Exhausted. And—his chest tightened slightly—a little betrayed.
But only for a second.
And then the edges pulled right back into their usual wintry mask.
5. *condescending* *smitten*
"Some of my best work."
"Not very hard to be, is it?"
He wondered when he'd started liking when she was mean.
"Well, I have a bucket of rum to go chug at the behest of an incredibly demanding home invader," he ventured after a few seconds, "so maybe you can be useful and go pick out a decent movie?"
"If I can find one," she drawled haughtily over her shoulder, spinning away with the luxuriating air of a 1940s starlet, and he watched her waltz toward his Jenga game of a DVD collection with a lingering look.
Between the little black dress and the red mouth and ink spill of hair, she really did look plucked straight out of the mind of some obsessive Golden Era director.
6. secret lonely girl pt 2
She shook her head with a grin, dividing up the cards into neat, equal stacks, and stupidly, predictably, he found himself staring at her again. She'd washed off all her makeup when she'd changed earlier (after spending five minutes absolutely eviscerating his 'skincare regimen', whatever that was), and despite an ongoing effort to ignore it, the sight of her so fresh-faced kept throwing him a little. More than a little. Her eyes looked brighter against her bare skin, her lashes thick and curly, and it gave her features an innocence that was at violent odds with the general vixeny lore that'd been manufactured around her.
It was stupidly, distractingly, Disney-princess-pretty.
But it was also a compelling reminder that beneath all glamour and brass and scandal, she was just a girl, regardless of how many people tried to rob that from her.
7. looked at vs. seen
She wasn't above enjoying the power of it. She didn't pretend not to bask in the way Archie looked at her sometimes, like she'd been plucked right out of his wildest fantasies, like he couldn't believe his luck that someone like her would deign to be with a small-town guy like him. She even sought it out sometimes when she was feeling particularly unsettled or insecure, finding a kind of comfort in its dependability, in the certainty of peoples' superficialization of her.
But rarely, rarely, did it ever actually make her feel beautiful.
Largely because she never felt seen.
Looked at, sure. But never seen.
And yet, for some insane, disorienting, entirely fucking illogical reason that made her heartbeat stupidly uneven in her chest, Jughead Jones telling red-eyed, damp-haired, mid-spiral her that she looked like her favorite day in the world made her feel more seen than anything had in a long time.
She almost laughed at the injustice of it.
In two years of knowing him he'd never said a word to her about her appearance and then the one time he did, it was that?
8. 'ocular accoutrement'
"Well?"
She winced, lips pressing into an apologetic line. "Colorful."
"Ah."
"Vascular."
"Interesting."
"Mysterious in a way, like hmm, look at his eye, I wonder if he got into a fight with a cheetah or a polar bear."
"That is the geographically confusing aesthetic I aim for," he acknowledged, gaze instinctively flitting down her face.
"To be honest, someone without any imagination might call it a black eye," she ventured, waving an imperious hand, "but I would call it more of an… ocular accoutrement."
"Mm," he hummed. "So you gave me a black eye."
"I gave you a black eye," she confirmed, dropping her hand to the floor in defeat. "Sorry," she tacked on after a beat, like an afterthought.
9. prickly little pretzel of dark hair and violence
"You're going to get cold," she said tonelessly.
"Your sunny exuberance will keep me warm."
A wool throw hit him in the face five seconds later.
He slipped it off his head, cracking an amused eye open to look at her. She'd settled right back into her side of the couch, a prickly little pretzel of dark hair and violence, and largely because it'd been so long since he could, he let himself watch her. Openly. Unapologetically. His gaze slowly slipped over the thick, curly fan of her eyelashes, the delicate slope of her nose, the vexed purse of her mouth. Feeling his amusement petering into something quieter.
Softer.
Fuck, he wished he could kiss her.
Wished he could just reach over and pull her onto his lap and coax that stubborn scowl off her mouth. Wished he could scoop her up and drag her to his bed and finish what they couldn't seem to stop starting. Make her laugh. Make her moan. Indulge in the thrill of her, the bite of her wit, the heat of her mouth, the way her eyes always made him feel like he was on an improv stage, nervously casting around for his next line.
10. laugh through the painz
"There's no chance I hallucinated that video of us, is there?"
The words were barely audible, even in the snow-softened silence.
The vulnerability felt like a blow to the chest.
"No," he managed after a long beat, hand coasting softly along her head.
"Mm," she hummed. "So that's a thing."
He exhaled unevenly. "That's a thing."
"Yikes."
He almost laughed.
Distantly, he realized she was one of the only people who could do that.
Make him laugh in the face of something objectively awful.
11. (honestly this one had a lot lmao, but we can go with the OG jacket hatred):
"I mean, you’re certainly dressed for a burglary."
Her eyes sliced up to his profile.
He squinted at the lock, deadpan. “I have a ski mask in the backseat, if you want to complete the look.”
Her lip curled up humorlessly. “I’m blending in, Jughead.”
“To what, a police lineup of larceny suspects?”
"First of all," her arms slid across her chest as she turned to fully face him, “good luck finding a larcenist wearing head-to-toe Balenciaga. Second of all, an all-black outfit is like the quintessential fade-into-the-shadows uniform, Jones—not to mention in places with a scintilla of style, it’s considered timeless.”
“Well, in the Southside of Riverdale, it’s considered a harbinger of petty theft.”
Her gaze thinned as it ran over his jacket. “Fine. I guess next time I want to fit in here, I’ll dig up a sheep carcass from the Great Depression and call it a coat.”
He couldn’t help his rumbling laugh. “You really don’t like this jacket.”
“It’s a human rights violation.”
“Wow.”
“My rights, specifically, to look around freely without risking going blind.”
“Is that why you’re always taking it off me?”
The words were out of his mouth before he could think to stop them, and for the first time in what felt like ten straight minutes of brisk responses, she faltered a little.
"I—" his lips twitched, detracting significantly from his attempt at an apology, "sorry."
He wasn't, really.
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#tkof#jeronica#dair#idk if that's what you had in mind but those jumped out the most at me!#reply#jeronica fic
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In control
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Joel is the boss of a group of criminals in the QZ, and you're his little bunny everyone knows better than to look at, but Joel seems to have forgotten who's really in control, so you decide to remind him.
warnings: as always this is just porn so...smut| restraints (idk man he's handcuffed), teasing, f masturbation, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, praising, pet naming, and lots of daddy kink of course
btw this is the third part to this but it can be read alone
It all started with one simple sentence.
"You do as I say, bunny, I'm in control here"
That's what Joel had told you last night when you were teasing him a little too much and his patience was running thin.
And sure... in the moment it was hot and made you comply immediately, but as you finally got ready to go to bed...those words echoed in your mind over and over, so much that you couldn't fall asleep.
The thing was that, yes, you did do as he said most of the time, especially when it came to the bedroom, but you did so because you wanted to, not because he had all the power.
Hell no. It was the exact opposite.
You held all the power.
the real power
And as much as you were certain both of you knew that, after last night... you couldn't help but wonder if he was starting to forget
And what do you do when someone forgets something?
You remind them, of course
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You knew he was coming even before he opened the door.
it was hard to miss the sound his boots made with each step. It always amazed you how every single part of him, (his walk, his talk, his demeanor) was rough, but all he's ever been to you was soft, well...except for the times where you didn't want him to be.
"I'm home" he called, as he closed the door behind him and took off his shoes.
You were practically vibrating from how excited you were.
"Hey there," you said nonchalantly as you walked into the living room.
And the moment he saw you- the moment he saw you he looked ready to faint and jump your bones at the same time.
You had put on those tiny white lace panties and matching bra he'd gifted you a little while ago.
Only that
"Did you have a good day?" you asked, biting your lip as you met him halfway, being that he was already stalking towards you.
"It just got a hell of a lot better" he murmured, wasting no time before taking hold of each side of your head and meeting his lips with yours.
"What did I do to deserve this?" he asked, eyeing your outfit
You shrugged "I just wanted to surprise you"
He smirked, picking you up without so much as a warning.
"Well you did bunny" he muttered, in between kisses "Surprised me real good"
He was already hard, his cock was straining against his jeans and you could feel it right against your core.
"Been thinking about you all day, baby" he breathed, as his lips took hold of every piece of skin they could access "And then I come home and find you like this?" he smirked "You might just kill me one of these days, my heart it's not as strong a it used to be, I'm an old man sweetheart"
You giggled, a part of you forgetting your mission for tonight.
"You're not old daddy"
"No, then what am I?" he asked as he kicked the door to the bedroom open.
"Very handsome"
A soft chuckle left his lips
"Well played" he kissed you, as he sat on the bed with you now straddling his lap.
You had put on a red lipstick and it was now smeared all over his mouth too.
His hands were on your ass, guiding you to grind onto him, and forcing a whimper out of your throat.
"god I love the little sounds you make f'me bunny" he groaned, "wish I could listen to them all day" he murmured as he took you by surprise, and in a matter of seconds you were pinned down beneath him, his whole body caging yours.
"Daddy" you whined, as his fingers started to graze against your belly towards the hem of your panties.
His hum was muffled by his work on your neck.
Oh how easy it would have been to just abort your mission and let him take care of you like you knew he was about to.
But a part of you, a part of you still wanted to see the look on his face when he realized what was happening.
and that part of you won.
"Daddy wait" you murmured
"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, raising his head to look at you.
"I just- I want to take care of you today," you said sweetly, batting your eyelashes.
A smirk pulled at his lips
"Yeah?"
"yes daddy"
"And how would you like to do that?" he taunted
You bit your lip, hiding the grin underneath them "You'll see"
It took a moment for him to agree, but seeing how eager you were at the prospect he didn't have it in him to say no.
"alright" he nodded
A wide smile rose to your lips
"Lay down" you instructed.
And with a groan, he did.
His head was resting on a pillow, and his whole body was now at your disposal.
You took your time getting on top of him, and once again, you felt every cell in your body jump from the excitement.
You smiled as you let your hands explore his chest, still covered by an old flannel.
His hands immediately went to your waist, but you stopped him just in time.
"na-ah" you shook your head "no touching"
He cocked an eyebrow, but let you do your thing as you placed his arms back on each side of him.
Your eyes found his, and as you only found lust and restraint in his, you were sure he could see something else spark in the back of yours, so before he could have time to ask you what exactly that was, you started undoing his shirt, kissing any new piece of skin you uncovered, until his whole broad chest was on display, and his cock was painfully hard.
You stifled a laugh, if only he knew what was about to happen...
"Bunny" he groaned, trying to grind against you "you're killin' me here"
"But Daddy" you pouted, starting to gently stroke his arms "I haven't done anything yet"
"Yeah baby" he chuckled, as you took hold of his wrists, slowly moving his arms above his head, and grinding onto him at the same time so as to distract him "That's the problem"
"'m sorry" you murmured, ghosting his lips "I'll do something now, close your eyes"
"Close my eyes?"
"yes daddy"
And if he hadn't been so completely hypnotized by you and the feel of you, he would have noticed the sound of metal against metal coming from behind him... but as I said, Joel was a bit preoccupied at the moment.
"Alright," he obeyed, closing his eyes.
Now was the time, so as quickly as you could, you wrapped each of his wrists in the cuffs you had hidden, and secured them, being careful not to make them too tight.
You already were gonna torture him, double torture would just have been cruel.
"wha-" his eyes opened immediately as he realized what had happened "bunny..." he growled, now a tint of anger in his tone "What did you do?"
You bit your lips as you watched him struggle beneath you
One of your fingers went to trace his jawline, stroking his beard at the same time.
He really was handsome...
"I think you know what I did" you smiled
"take them off right now baby" he ordered "or I'm gonna spank that pretty ass of yours until every inch of it is red"
You could only smirk in response.
"Where did you even get these?"
"I asked one of your men for a favor..." you explained, caressing his pecs
"Who?"
"Why?" you teased
"I'll need to have a talk with him"
You giggled "A talk... sure" you mocked, before bending down to kiss him, tasting all the frustration and arousal on his tongue.
"What's this about?" he asked once you leaned away.
Now was your time to shine.
"You think you're in control here?" you asked, looking him right in the eyes.
"Take these cuffs off and we'll see who's in control"
You chuckled, rolling your hips on his crotch and making a strangled groan flee his lips.
"no no now" you tutted "Here's how this is gonna work" you explained "I'm not gonna touch you... or make you feel good in any way, until I hear you begging for me," you said "Until you say please"
He watched you, his chest heaving with each deep breath he took.
"oh baby you're in so much trouble"
You smiled "It's easy really" you sweet talked "Just beg me"
He chuckled "You know I'm not gonna do that"
You faked a pout, even though you knew damn well that's what he was gonna say.
"That's too bad" you cooed, as you climbed off of him "'cause I'm just so wet already... and I was really in the mood" you continued, now sitting on the bed "so if you're not up for the job... I guess I'm gonna have to do it myself"
"bunny don't you dare-"
You didn't pay his protests any mind as you took one pillow and propped it behind your head as you lay down in front of him.
You watched as his eyes went wide with anger and his hands desperately tried to free themself.
"y/n" he called your name with a sternness you hadn't heard in a while.
He used your name only when he was really pissed off
"What daddy?" you asked innocently, as you slowly spread your legs, giving him a full view of what he was missing "you don't like it when I touch myself?"
You hooked your fingers in your panties, gradually taking them off until you could discard them on the floor with just a flick of your ankle.
"you know I don't" he growled again.
You smiled as you brought two of your own fingers to your mouth, and without breaking eye contact, gently started sucking on them, wanting them to get as wet as possible.
"mhh" you hummed, watching as he fought his restraints.
"You know you could stop this any time you want" you reminded him, unhurriedly bringing your fingers to your core "You just have to beg"
You waited for him to cave, but all he said was
"I'm gonna make you pay for this bunny"
You let out a low sigh "that's not how you beg daddy" you scolded, starting to slowly circle your clit and causing a soft moan to leave your chest as you shut your eyes.
You could hear his heavy breathing as you started to go faster and faster, and when your fingers traveled downwards, finding your entrance, it was like you could physically feel the anger emanating from him.
You spread your legs even more as you sank your fingers inside of you, having to bite down on your lower lip to stifle an even louder moan.
"feels so good daddy" you whined, as you curled them into your g-spot "so good" you moaned, as he watched every single motion of yours, desperate and mesmerized at the same time.
You let your left-hand travel to your tits, reaching into one of your bra cups until your boob had spilled and you could stroke and grab at it however you wanted, heightening your pleasure.
"Don't you wish you were the one doing this to me?" you teased, as you continued fingering yourself.
Your fingers felt very diffrent from what you were used to
"I know you do," he said "I know those tiny little fingers of yours don't come close to my cock, and you know it too bunny"
"oh trust me" you moaned, fastening your pace just to piss him off "T-they do the job just fine"
"fuck" he groaned "bunny c'mon"
And there it was, his tone had changed, it was softer now, more pleading.
"What?" you teased, your mouth open as you sucked in ragged little breaths "You want me to stop?"
You could feel your orgasm coming, your legs were stretching desperately across the bed as the sound of your slick cunt filled the room and Joel's poor ears.
"Yeah I do" he breathed
"Are you gonna beg?" you asked, building your climax
"I know you want this cock baby"
"That doesn't sound like begging to me" A wicked smile pulled at your lips, as your thumb reached for your clit, making you cry out.
"Oh fuck Daddy" you whined "'m coming" you quickened your pace "I'm-I'm"
"bunny don't even think about-"
but before he could get the full sentence out you were already moaning so loudly any words of him would have been just washed away.
"oh shit" you smiled through a sigh "that felt good"
"yeah? you know what would feel even better?" he asked, watching you crawl closer to him "having my cock deep inside that tight pussy"
"oh yeah that'd feel good too" you admitted, "but you know what you have to do first"
"bunny..." he groaned, as you undid his zipper and pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time before straddling him again.
Your cunt was dripping right onto his manhood, and you could see he was about to give up, so just to give him a slight push...
"whoops" you bit your lip, catching your still glistening fingers "I should probably clean these up shouldn't I?" you cooed, bringing your fingers to your mouth before abruptly stopping "Unless you want to do it..." you considered, offering him your fingers like they were an untouchable prize.
"You know damn well I do baby"
"Yeah?" you asked "All you have to do is say please"
"Bunny-"
"just say it Daddy" You grinded on his cock, making him groan louder than ever before "Just admit that you're not in control"
"fuck-fine" he sighed, making you smile so wide your cheeks hurt.
"please bunny" he murmured
"what was that?" you teased
"You're gonna make me say it again?"
"yes, and put a little enthusiasm in it too"
"or what?" he had the audacity to ask
"or..." you shifted on his lap, making him stifle a moan "I'm not riding your cock" you put simply.
"fuck ok, just- please bunny" he breathed "Please let me taste you, and please ride me, baby"
And again, you smiled wider than ever, as you finally let your fingers in his mouth.
He hummed loudly around them
"who's in control, daddy?" you asked, retracting your fingers and finally taking his cock in your hand
"You bunny, you're in control" he said with no hesitation "Fuck, you've always been"
"Now that's what I like to hear" you giggled, before ultimately sinking down onto his shaft, moaning loudly as you did.
the relief that washed over Joel almost made him pass out, your pussy was squeezing him tight, shooting pleasure through every nerve in his body, and it took all of him not to come right there and then.
"oh my god," you whimpered,
he was so deep you could feel him in your fucking belly
"fuck, you feel so good bunny" he groaned, as you started to bounce up and down his dick, crying out loud every time his cock hit that spot inside you that made you want to scream.
Your hands were firmly planted onto his chest, clawing at him like a cat.
"goddamn baby" he purred "you're so fucking tight f'me"
You could feel a bubble forming in your belly and you had to close your eyes as you started rocking back and forth, using his cock to stimulate your G-spot over and over again.
"Just for you daddy" you promised
"I know sweetheart" he groaned again "I know"
Your eyes were fluttering shut as your orgasm went to take over.
"Come for me sweetheart" he breathed, feeling your walls squeeze him even further as he lost himself in the image above him "'m right behind you" he said, pushing you over the edge.
Your mouth was open and your jaw slack as your climax spread inside of you like wildfire, and Joel... Joel couldn't hold it anymore at the sight, releasing inside of you with a roar of your name.
"fuck" you breathed heavily
"you done?" he asked, cocking a brow
"Maybe..." you smirked
"Bunny, you've tortured me enough for tonight, don't you think?"
"fine, you're right" you smiled "Let me find the keys to these things," you said, reaching to your nightstand and gently undoing the cuffs.
He groaned weakly as you freed him, massaging his own wrists.
You laid down next to him, and he took you in his arms, holding you close against him.
"Did you have fun?" he asked, as you placed your head on his chest.
"Oh yeah" you giggled "did you?" you said, looking up at him.
His not-answer was more of an answer than he could have ever given you.
"You did!" you gasped "you liked it"
"alright fine... I might have liked you taking control a little bit" he admitted "but you cuff me to the bed one more time... and you're gonna regret it bunny"
You bit your lip "Is that a challenge?"
"You just try me..."
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You’re So Pretty, Eddie Munson
Summary: Hii, love. Can I request some fluff with Eddie, where the reader asks him to go to Nancy's party and he's reluctant, because he doesn't like the people that will be there from school, but ofc he goes because he's in love with the reader and can't say no to her. Reader is a little drunk when he gets there and automatically jumps into his arms when she sees him, the whole night she's telling him how pretty he is and how much she loves him. And he's scared she's only saying it cause she's drunk. also, for the eddie one-shot with drunk reader- she's clingy the whole night, plays with his rings and his hair and Eddie's so ajsjbdhdh, because reader isn't ashamed to be seen with him and it makes him fall even more in love with her. And it's friends to lovers.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Warning: nun but floof
A/N: I REALLY HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND!!! I FEEL LIKE I COULD’VE DONE WAY BETTER IDK IDK IDK LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THIIINNNKKKKK
p.s. i haven’t edited this so PLEASE BE NICEEE
“Come on, pleaseeeee?” you beg your best friend, shaking his arm in the process.
Eddie gives you a weird look as he watches you throw a mini fit beside him. “I don’t know Y/N.”
“Please?” you pout up at him. “Why don’t you wanna go?”
“I just- I don’t wanna go to a party where people from school are gonna be. I already get enough shit from them at school, I don’t need to get shit from them out of school too. You know I don’t like these… people.” He makes a face of disgust as he looks around the hallway, glancing over at some classmates as he spoke.
“Everyone’s gonna be too drunk to even comprehend that you’re there, plus you’ll be with me the whole time and I won’t let anything happen.”
You stop walking and flex for Eddie, throwing a few punches at the air to give him a full example of what you’ll do if anyone bothers him. He shakes his head and you miss when he looks at you with adoration before throwing an arm over your shoulders, pulling you in close.
Eddie can’t pinpoint when he started to have feelings for you, all he knew was that as each day passed he fell for you more and more. You were one of the few people who really knew him - who took their time to get to know him and he appreciated that so much. Most people take one look at him and turn the other way but you? You went head first into Eddie Munson’s world and planted a permanent seed in his life.
“Fine, I’ll go to Nancy Wheeler’s stupid party. But only because those punches were very convincing.”
You gleam up at him and yell out ‘yes!” causing people in the hallway to look over at the two of you but you pay them no mind as you do a little happy dance.
Eddie’s eyes go wide as he quickly placed his hands on your shoulders to stop you. “Alright, alright, calm down, yeah? People are staring, you kook.”
You nod, still happy he said yes and the two of you continue your way to your car.
“My punches were pretty good, huh?”
Eddie laughs.
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It’s almost midnight when Eddie arrives at Nancy’s party. Sure, it started at 9 but honestly, who’s ever on time to parties? Definitely not Eddie Munson.
He pushes past all the drunk people on the lawn, rolling his eyes at how stupid they looked and turned away from the couple that was sucking each others faces off in the driveway. Yuck.
Finally he makes it inside the house. The music is booming and there’s so many people jumping around, dancing, drinking, and just being loud in general and he wonders how one of Nancy’s neighbors hasn’t called the police yet. But, he continues onward as his eyes search for only one person. The only reason he’s there tonight. You.
There’s so many people and he has yet to see you. He almost gives up right then and there, thinking of going back home and just going to your house tomorrow to tell you why he left but a yell catches his attention.
“Eddie!” he turns around just in time for you to quite literally throw yourself into his arms. “You made it!”
Eddie smiles. “I told you I’d come, didn’t I?”
Your arms, which were around his neck, squeeze a bit harder as you say into his ear, “‘M so glad you’re here.”
You pull away from him and he gets a good look at your face. He notices your eyes are a bit droopy and that you had been slurring your words and he shakes his head, smiling at you.
“You’re already drunk, Y/N?”
You let out a dramatic gasp. “No! ‘M not drunk! I only had…” you trail off and start counting your fingers before saying, “two drinks!”
Eddie giggles. “Yeah,” he says, “two drinks.”
“Yes.” you nod. “Two.”
Your fingers entwine with his and you lay your head on his arm as you guide him to where you were previously. This causes Eddie to blush immensely and he hopes you’re too far gone to notice.
You take him to the kitchen, booze on display on the counter as you walk up to a big bowl of punch and grab yourself a drink. Eddie assumes the punch is spiked. Typical high school shit.
You take a sip of your drink before raising it toward Eddie. “Want some? Is good.”
There’s a drunk smile on your face as you slur your words and Eddie smiles back. “Nah, I’ll stick to water tonight.”
“Hmph.” you pout, “I don’t wanna be the only one drinking though.”
“Y/N/N, everyone here is drinking. You’re not the only one.”
“I don’t care about everyone else though,” you look up at him with sad eyes and he melts inside. “I just care about you.”
“Shit…” Eddie mutters, turning his head to the side. Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush. He turns his head back to look at you as he says, “Someone needs to be sober enough to get us both home and I think you’ve had one too many cups of ‘punch’ for you to be driving.”
You sigh and cuddle up to his side, looking up at him. “Fineee.”
You watch as he grabs a bottle of water for himself and unscrews the cap, taking a few gulps before twisting the cap back on. He catches you staring at him and gives you a questioning look.
“What?”
“You’re so pretty, Eddie Munson. Do you know that?” You smile up at him stupidly.
His face goes bright red and he’s pretty sure the people way across the room can see him. Eddie Munson’s here? No way! Where is he? Oh, he’s the one all the way over there with the face as red as a Coca-Cola can.
“Um,” Eddie manages to get out, “wow, you’re really drunk, huh?”
“Maybe.” you shrug. “But I still know when I see someone pretty.”
Eddie coughs and digs one of his hands in his pocket as he looks anywhere but you out of embarrassment. No one has ever told him he was attractive let alone pretty. God, did it sound so good coming from you and he hates the effect you have on him. The way he could be in a shit mood but the minute you speak to him, he’s better. Or the way he could be serious and straight-faced one minute but when he sees you, he busts out in a goofy ass grin. If only you knew.
While he’s in his thoughts, you pull him with you away from the kitchen and toward the living room where you run into Steve who looked like he was frantically searching for someone.
“Steeb!” you grin with your hand laced with Eddie’s.
“Hey, Y/N, Eddie.” he responds.
Eddie nods his head. “Sup.”
“Have any of you seen Robin? I promised I’d watch her tonight but she managed to slip away from me and now I don’t know where she’s at.” Steve says as he looks around the room worriedly.
“Mmm, no, haven’t seen her. Been with Eddie.” you say as you cuddle up to Eddie with a smile.
He blushes yet again and Steve takes a second away from looking for Robin to smirk while giving Eddie a suggestive look which makes the latter mouth ‘stop’.
“What’s going on here?” Steve says anyway, disregarding Eddie’s pleas as he points between the two of you.
“Harrington I swear to-”
“I just love Eddie so much, Steeb.” you cut Eddie off and place a kiss on his arm. “Isn’t he the prettiest person you’ve ever seen? Look at him.” you look up at him and your hands take hold of his face. “So pretty.”
Eddie is a blushing mess in your hands which causes Steve to stifle a laugh.
“Yeah,” Steve giggles, “so pretty.”
“Y/N/N…” Eddie murmurs softly. God he thinks he’s about to have a heart attack with the way his heart is rapidly beating right now.
He tries to take your hands off of him but you refuse. “Your eyes are so pretty, and your nose is so pretty, and your lips are so pretty, and your hair is so pretty, and your hands are so pretty, and-”
“Y/N/N, stop.” he manages to speak, a blush clearly visible on his face.
“No, no, Y/N, keep going. What else is so pretty about Eddie?” Steve asks, crossing his arms over his chest with a shit eating grin spread across his face.
Eddie’s eyes snap toward Steve. “Dude-”
You begin to tell both boys everything that is so pretty about Eddie. Steve starts giggling, partially because you don’t care what anyone thinks and you’re just talking without a care in the world but mostly because Eddie is blushing so hard, Steve thinks his face might burst. He has never seen Eddie get so worked up over someone before so yeah, he’s having the time of his life embarrassing Eddie right now.
He looks around the room quickly, drowning out what you’re saying and Steve’s giggles as his eyes finally set on who he had been looking for. “Hey Harrington, Robin’s over there taking shots with… Wheeler?”
Steve stops laughing and looks in the direction where Eddie has been staring. “She’s taking shots with Nancy? Shit… I gotta go guys, see you later.” he pushes past people, trying to get to Robin as quickly as he could. “Robin! Hey, no! Put that down! Robin!”
Eddie lets out a sigh and he looks at you. “Are you crazy?”
“Crazy for you.” you beam up at him.
Blush.
Eddie’s blushing. What’s new? You could just say the word hi and he’d be a blushing mess.
He shakes his head before responding, “Come on.”
-
After mingling with a few people, you and Eddie found yourselves on the couch with you practically on him surrounded by Steve, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle. The party was still going on but your little friend group decided to take a break.
So there you sat with your legs over Eddie’s lap as you played with the rings on his fingers. Everyone was engaging in conversations with each other but it felt like you and Eddie were in your own little world.
“Eddie?” you say softly.
“Hmm?” he peers over at you and his heart starts beating fast. Shit, it’s so embarrassing how whipped he is for you.
“You know… I love you so much.” you haven’t even looked up at him but honestly if you did, it might kill him.
This wasn’t the first time you’ve said that you loved him tonight but for some reason this time it felt different. More serious.
“Yeah?” he asks and you nod your head, continuing to play with his rings. “Well I love you too. You’re my best friend.”
Should he have added the best friend part? No. Did he panic and just blurt the first thing that came to his mind? Yes.
“But I love you more than-”
You’re cut off by Robin who was scarfing down bread like it was her last meal.
“Well aren’t you two just the cutest?”
You look up at her and smile big, wrapping your arms around Eddie’s neck. “He’s the cutest.”
Now the both of you have your friends' attention and Eddie blushes. Please, please, please let this pass. Someone change the subject.
“Are you blushing, my dude?” Argyle says as he looks at Eddie. Then he giggles. “He’s so blushing right now.”
“You’re blushing?” you ask before cupping his face in your hands. “You look so cute when you blush.”
Steve snorts and Nancy throws a pillow at him.
“Guys!” you suddenly shout. “Isn’t Eddie so cute? I’ve never seen someone as cute as Eddie. You’re so cute.”
You play with his hair, twirling a strand around your finger as you stare at him with adoration. Steve makes a comment about how Eddie isn’t the cutest person and you get defensive, now turning your attention to Steve. Your hand drops from his hair but it finds its way back to his hand and just like that, you’re back to playing with his rings, twisting and turning them with your fingers.
Eddie watches as you argue with Steve, telling him that Eddie is in fact, the cutest person to ever exist and if anyone disagrees then they need to get their eyes checked. You and Steve begin to bicker back and forth, all in good fun. Steve is arguing with you just so that you can talk about Eddie which is making him blush like crazy. Everyone seems to know what Steve is trying to accomplish except you.
Eddie drowns out the arguing and focuses on you. He’s in deep. His feelings for you keep getting stronger and stronger and tonight isn’t helping him when he’s trying to keep them contained.
“Well I love Eddie and Eddie only with my whole heart.” you say, bursting through Eddie’s thought bubble.
You wrap your arms around the boy beside you and nuzzle into him. Eddie doesn’t miss when you very quietly mumble ‘mine’ into his chest and his heart bursts. Is this real? Are you being serious? Or is this just the alcohol talking? He must be so oblivious to your feelings but he swears that you’ve never shown interest in him until tonight.
He hopes everything you’ve been saying is true. He hopes that you have feelings for him like he does for you but there’s that nagging voice in the back of his head that’s telling him that it’s just the alcohol that’s making you act like this.
Why would Y/N like you, Eddie?
You don’t fit in with everyone else.
You’re a misfit.
A social reject.
Eddie shakes his thoughts away and focuses on you, who has continued to tell everyone that he is perfect and Steve is just jealous that he’s not as attractive as Eddie Munson is.
Everyone stares at you with an amused look on their faces while you basically out your feelings for Eddie and he finally places his hand over your mouth to stop you from talking.
“Alright that’s enough, Y/N/N. Let’s get you home.” he stands up and pulls you along with him.
“But-” you begin.
Eddie shakes his index finger as he says, “Ah, ah, ah. No talking. Let’s go.”
You sigh and agree to leave but not before shooting daggers at Steve, saying, “this isn’t over, Steeb.”
Yeah, definitely still drunk.
You lace your fingers with Eddie’s and hug his arm as he says goodbye to everyone before guiding you out of the house.
-
“Eddieeee,” you say, “pretty, pretty Eddie Munson.”
“Jesus, Y/N, can you be any louder?” he grunts as he tries to sneak you into his trailer without waking his uncle.
“Yes,” you nod. “Pretty Eddie Munson! Pretty, Pretty! I love-”
Eddie slaps his hand over your mouth and you look up at him with big round eyes.
“It was a figure of speech!” he whisper-yelled. “You weren’t supposed to actually be louder!”
You pull his hand off of your mouth but not before placing a kiss on his palm which makes Eddie’s head spiral. “I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet for you.”
‘She’s gonna be the death of me’ is what he’s thinking right now. You have absolutely no clue the effect you have on him.
Eddie makes it to his room without alarming his uncle and helps you change into some of his clothes to sleep in. Afterwards, you throw yourself into his bed and curl up in his blanket warmly with a smile on your face.
You inhale deeply before locking your half open eyes on Eddie. “It smells just like you. I like it.”
Eddie smiles softly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you nod. “Like it a lot. Like you.”
“Jeez, Y/N/N, don’t say things like that.” your best friend says softly.
“But I mean it. I like you a lot, Eddie.”
Eddie lets out a deep sigh and sits down at the edge of the bed. He looks at you and all he can think about is how cute you look at this moment. Having you rolled up in his blanket, comfortable and safe in HIS bed; he wishes it was like this every time. He wishes he could just reach over and kiss you sweetly.
But it wouldn’t be right. One, because you two aren’t even dating, and two, because you’re drunk.
But god does he want to kiss you.
Eddie comes to his senses and reaches over to run his fingers through your hair but as his hand reaches the back of your head, you hold it there and lean into his touch.
“Eddie…” you murmur with hazy eyes.
He smiles. “Get some sleep, Y/N.”
He tries to stand up to go sleep on the couch but you hold him back. “Wait.”
Eddie turns to you with a soft expression on his face. “Hmm?”
“Stay, please?”
“Y/N…”
“Please? I’ll scoot over so you can lay down.” you pout up at him.
He wants to say yes so bad but you’re drunk. Maybe you’ll remember asking him to lay with you, maybe you won’t but he’d rather make sure you were fully coherent when asking him.
When he doesn’t answer, you ask again, this time squeezing his hand a little as a sign that you’re desperate for him to say yes and he caves in… kind of.
“You’re drunk, Y/N/N, It doesn’t feel right to sleep next to you when you’re not sober.” he sees your sad expression and entwines his fingers with yours. “How about this, I sleep on the floor next to the bed.”
You nod immediately, happy with this idea. You watch Eddie as he grabs a couple of spare blankets and a pillow before setting up his little makeshift bed beside you. After he gets comfortable, he turns the light off and the two of you lay in silence before you decide to throw your hand over the side of the bed where Eddie was.
“Hold m’ hand. Please.”
He can tell in your voice that you're tired but it makes him smile that regardless of that, you asked him to hold your hand. He complies and takes your hand in his.
You let out a content sigh. “Eddie,” you start, “I don’t know how you feel about me… but.. When I’m with you, I get… really happy. I like spending time with you.. No matter what we’re doing. As long as I’m with you… I’m happy.” Eddie stays silent and you’re not sure if he’s gone to bed or not but you continue anyway. “What I’m trying to say is that… I love you, Eddie. More than friends. And I wanna be your girlfriend so I can kiss you and hug you and hold your hand all the time and tell everyone that you’re mine. I have… a lot of feelings for you. All the feelings. You’re my world, Eddie Munson. I love you.”
His heart is beating so fast.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Did you just confess to him? Right now? While holding his hand? In his bed?
Holy shit.
Never in a million years did he think you felt the same for him but here you were, in his bed, telling him you love him more than a friend. He can’t tell you how long he’s wished to hear those words come out of your mouth.
He smiles, although you can’t see him. “I feel the same way, Y/N/N. I always have.”
Really Eddie? That’s all you have to say right now?
“That’s good.” he hears you giggle a little, “so are you my boyfriend now? Because if so, I demand kisses right now.”
He lets out a laugh before reaching up and kissing your hand. “Let’s talk about this in the morning when you’re sober, okay? If you remember this conversation when you wake up then yes, I’ll gladly be your boyfriend.”
“Okay,” you say, sleepily, “but just so you know, I will definitely remember this conversation in the morning. Prepare to be my boyfriend.”
“Okay,” he laughs again. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
Goodnight, Eddie,” you say as you bury your head into his pillow, “I love you.”
Eddie smiles and says, “I love you too.” before closing his eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep, excited for what’s to come in the morning.
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♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: What good are flatmates even, if they don't comfort you when you need it most? Or when you need it a normal amount? Or, you know, when you don't really need it, but just really want it?
CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, afab!reader, hurt/comfort i guess? idk we're sad a lot and joe cheers us up a lot, mentions of reader having hair long enough to be played with
Author’s note: are you ready for us to sleep with joe? but, like, actual sleep? the literal kind? bc that's all this chapter is. just, snoozing. enjoy!
Wordcount: 4K
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
Joe let the door fall into its lock behind him and stood still for a second, ears perked, listening carefully.
The flat was quiet.
He was alone.
Good. So maybe he could call one of his friends to see if they wanted to join him for a run. Joe had two friends who he went running with, sometimes. You never understood it. When you run, you can’t talk? So why do that together? What was the point?
Competition was the point, was always Joe’s answer.
But if he was honest, he just felt a little less lonely if he had a buddy by his side. Felt a little less like a stupid loser who didn’t have any friends to work out with. Was just nicer if he could run alongside someone else. Share airpods. Listen to the same playlist.
Joe was already scrolling through his contacts when something stopped him in his tracks and made him jump out of his skin. Knocked the air right out of him.
He wasn’t alone.
It was silly how the lump in his bed made him gasp for air, how it shot his heart right up into his throat, the adrenaline immediately pumping.
Just as quick as he’d been to step into his bedroom, he stepped back out of it within a second.
Joe had to catch his breath in the hallway, as much out of earshot as he could be, because what the fuck? Nothing had really scared him like that in a long time.
He knew it was just you in there. There was literally no reason for the sight of you sneaking a nap in his bed to scare him like that.
Joe just hadn’t expected it, is why.
“Why would she–”
He pressed his fingers into an eye as he silently scolded you, and then, himself.
“Idiot.”
Sighing deeply, he closed out of his contact list and tapped the side of his locked phone against his chin as he considered his next move.
He could wake you up and tell you off for scaring him the way you’d done. Then still go for that run.
Or, what he also could do, was crawl into bed with you and have a little cosy nap together.
Taking a small step forward to peek around his doorframe, Joe saw how you peacefully dozed through his short-lived panic. He couldn’t see your face from where he was stood, just a body underneath his duvet and your hair fanned over one of his pillows.
Hmm.
Work out?
Or take a nap?
Sports?
Or sleep?
Be moving outside?
Or be still inside?
Joe almost laughed at how even before his mental dialogue asked him those questions, he’d already decided.
He took his shoes off and tiptoed into his bedroom, trying to be quiet as he undid his belt and slipped out of his jeans.
When he was stood next to his bed, your face was clearly visible. All soft with sleep, lips slightly parted, cheeks and nose noticeably rosy, eyes a little puffy.
Joe thought they were all signs you’d been asleep for quite a while already.
Either that, or perhaps you’d been crying earlier.
The second that thought crossed his mind, something beautifully painful hurt him somewhere deep inside of his chest.
If you’d cried, that made sense. Joe had found you in his bed a couple of times before, and even though you always had a different excuse, it was kind of obvious that you only ever snuck over into his room when you felt extremely sad.
It was awful that you sometimes managed to let your mood slip down so low.
But it was sort of gut-wrechingly heart-warming that being in between Joe’s sheets had become a remedy for it.
In just his socks, underwear and T-shirt, Joe slipped into his bed and sighed contently at the warmth he found there.
You, on the other hand, roused awake a little at the cold Joe brought in.
“Shh, shh,” Joe was shushing you before you’d even made any noise, and grabbed hold of your arm in apology, even though that did the opposite. Only made it worse, his cold fingers almost making you flinch.
“Go back to sleep.”
You’d not even properly woken up, and consciously you didn’t register those words, but you relaxed as Joe cosied up, limbs not intertwining, but Joe moved in close enough to touch, consuming as much of your body heat as he could. Ducking his face down underneath the covers a little more than yours was, even if just to make sure you weren’t nose to nose, because you were asleep, and what if you weren’t on the same page?
You were on the same page, though.
Joe knew you were.
It was just that you usually took the lead in setting the norm, and he liked it that way. It was why Joe never ended up in your bed with you. Why it was always you in Joe’s bed with him.
But the thought of you pulling away from him as you’d wake up to his face too close to yours hurt his feelings more than keeping a little distance there, just in case.
Although, he might just be overthinking things, because, remember the first time he found you in his bed?
Joe remembered.
Vividly at that.
Because before that moment, your nose had never been buried into his neck for so long.
That night he’d gone for drinks with a girl and had bought her enough drinks that she’d agreed to come back with him when he offered to make her a coffee over at his place.
An Italian coffee. He could make her one of those, if she was interested, he’d shrugged all casual.
She had given a knowing smile and asked him, “Yea? You make good coffee?” and Joe said he’d not gotten any complaints before, and it had been so stupidly obvious that they weren’t talking about coffee at all.
Upon entering the flat, and gentlemanly letting her go inside first, he told his date to be a little quiet in case his flatmate was asleep already.
But then he saw that your bedroom door was open, and he said, “Oh, never mind. I don’t think she’s in, actually,” as he went to open the door to his own bedroom.
He’d turned the light on, and then, immediately slapped the switch to turn it back off before quickly but quietly closing the door again.
Hmm.
Now what?
Couldn’t exactly take a girl into a bed that already had a girl in it, could he?
With the door handle still in his hand, he turned to look at his date, who seemed a little confused, but hadn’t seen what Joe had seen.
“Um,” Joe said, shaking his head a little in a bid to get rid of the disappointment of the change in plans. To shake off the awkwardness of what he was about to ask.
“So. Milk and sugar?”
He ended up making her an actual coffee.
Kind of had no other choice.
An Italian one, too.
And then helped her get an Uber right after.
When she’d gone, he’d hunched over his bed and gently woke you up. A little shake of your shoulder and some soft whispers of your name. When you opened your eyes and squinted up at him, he couldn’t help his spreading smile.
“Hey, you’re in the wrong bed I think...”
You’d hummed at him and closed your eyes again as you curled the covers into your chest tightly. It squeezed a soft giggle out of Joe.
“What are you doing in my bed?”
“Hmm, ‘t was cold.”
“Cold?”
You rolled over, turning your back towards him, and Joe knew he was never going to get you out of there. You’d fully settled in for the night hours before he’d even gotten home.
Not that he minded.
It was just new, then.
“Left my window open and forgot.”
“Okay.” Joe easily accepted the excuse, despite not believing it at all.
But he could just sleep next to you.
Not a problem.
You slept on the sofa lots, all close together. This really shouldn’t be any different, should it?
But when Joe climbed into bed after a date night where he fully planned on having sex and then didn’t actually get any, followed by you sleepily nuzzling into his neck and hugging him close, Joe realised cuddling up with you, in his bed, underneath his covers, absolutely was different.
Good different, though.
Good different.
When you’d woken up early the next morning, it took you a second to know where you were. You’d never woken up in this part of your flat before. When you remembered where you were, whose arm was draped across your frame, whose fingers were tangled up in your hair, and the reason you’d given Joe for being there, you felt you probably overstayed your welcome and carefully got up and out. Took heavy footsteps across the hall and then snoozed in your own bed for a bit before you decided you were ready to start the day.
You’d found Joe eating a late breakfast in the kitchen and opened the fridge to find some of your own.
You’d casually asked Joe how his date had gone, and Joe smiled into his bowl of granola before he answered, “Yea, fine. Was good. She was nice.”
He didn’t tell you about the coffee. Didn’t tell you about how you unknowingly cock-blocked him in a way he’d never been cock-blocked before.
And you didn’t talk about how you slept in a bed together for the first time that night.
Just became one of those things that happened, sometimes.
Another unspoken flatmate thing.
One that you didn’t talk about with each other, let alone anyone else.
It didn’t happen often, but it happened enough that Joe had been able to puzzle together some things.
He could count the occasions on his hands though still.
And he thought he could only vividly remember every single detail of just that first time he had you in his bed. But if he took a second, he’d understand that, actually, he could recall all details of all the times you slept with your face pressed into his pillow.
Like that one time when he had woken up in the middle of the night, confused at why he wasn’t able to turn over.
You’d curled up next to him, in the middle of the bed, over the covers, like a dog. Essentially trapping him tightly underneath his own covers.
He wondered how long you’d been there already. If you’d fallen asleep in your own bed first before you’d scurried across the hall to climb onto his. Or if you maybe had been stirring, unable to fall asleep, and had just come over to try your hand at it over there.
Either way, it was no use having you over the covers.
Joe sleepily petted you on the side until you raised your head to look up at him and saw how he was trying to push down the covers next to him.
You’d silently moved into bed with him then and when the rustling of duvet stopped, Joe whispered, “Everything ok?” and you’d softly hummed before you answered, “Weird dream.”
And he’d tried imagining what kind of dream could possibly be bad enough for you to not be able to go back to sleep in your own bed by yourself. He could only conclude that it had probably been something scary.
“You’re safe,” Joe’d reassured and pulled you closer by your waist. “We’re safe.”
But you’d already drifted back off.
It was easy to sleep next to Joe. He was soft and gentle and warm and comfortable and, somehow never awkward or too close.
That is, if there even was a ‘too close’ with the two of you.
There probably wasn’t.
And it wasn’t like you only ever found your way into Joe’s bed when he wasn’t there or awake to witness it.
Joe remembered the time when he’d gotten back from a day of shooting late in the afternoon. Short set day. He’d gone for a shower and then got half-dressed before his eye fell on a large envelope he’d left on his dresser. He was meant to finish reading that script yesterday, but he hadn’t even gotten around to opening the envelope.
Cut to about half an hour later, sat on his bed in just his pants, socks and a T-shirt still, Joe was reading from white pages and doing his best to visualise the scenes in his mind when he heard the door open.
There was a lot of careless movement, sounds of shoes falling to the doormat, a bag being thrown into the corner, a coat missing the hook and dropping to the floor and a lot of annoyed huffing and puffing.
You’d walked past his room first, but then it registered that you caught him in the corner of your eye, and so you went back.
Face planted yourself right onto his bed.
Joe didn’t acknowledge you at first, eyes firm on the page he was reading. But then he heard you inhale deeply and it sounded a little like you were trying to keep yourself from bursting into tears.
He’d moved a hand over. Got one of your calves and squeezed it, then rubbed it and dug in his fingers a little, moving like he was giving a weird massage over your tights. Kept reading, though.
You didn’t tell Joe if anything was wrong. Why you’d come home from work in a sour mood, why you had tears of frustration and fatigue pricking behind your eyes. Just plonked yourself onto his bed and enjoyed his quiet company until you dozed off into a light sleep.
Joe eventually finished whatever he was reading and the sudden sounds of movement in your proximity were enough to pull you from your short nap. He then suggested you’d have dinner together.
“Sure, what do you feel like having?”
“Pizza?” Joe looked over his shoulder, eyebrows raised in question.
You knew he was asking if pizza was needed tonight. If it was necessary.
But you’d smiled and said, “Maybe not.” reasoning that you’d probably eaten too much pizza over the past month, and Joe was glad, because this meant you felt better, the little snooze having somehow fixed whatever had been wrong when you’d walked in.
Staring at your now, faces close but not directly opposite one another, Joe could see that your eyes really were a little puffy and, yea, he was right, wasn’t he?
You’d been crying and then you got ready for bed and then, to make yourself feel better, had gotten into his bed instead of your own.
Fucking hell.
Joe felt a surge of guilt when he thought about how much he loved that. He shouldn’t love you more when you felt bad. Sad. Down and all miserable.
But how could he not if it made you end up all snuggled up in bed together?
He knew you never talked to each other about these things, but if you did, if you were the type of sensible people to use your words to work things out, rather than physical touch and closeness, he’d whisper all sorts of questions into your skin.
He’d ask if you were all right. If you’d been crying. If there was anyone who he needed to hurt, which he knew would make you laugh, because no way he was going to go out and fight someone. He’d ask if you wanted to talk about it, because he’d listen. If there was anything else he could do to make you feel better.
But you didn’t talk.
You weren’t sensible people who used their words.
So Joe didn’t whisper any questions into anything, but just let his forehead rest against your collarbone as he tried to fall asleep too. It took a little while, but the focus on your breathing ended up grabbing hold of him by the ankles and pulling him under eventually.
Just like it always did when you dozed off on the sofa together.
Just like it did that one time when he was meant to get up early, but, you were there, all toasty warm and silky soft in between his sheets. It was his own fault you were there. He maybe shouldn’t have offered his bed to you if he had been serious about waking up early.
It was just that, the night before, he’d heard you have a long phone conversation in your bedroom. All serious. No laughter. Took ages, and it was sort of late already. When you’d finally gotten off the phone, Joe found you sat on the edge of the bed in your pajamas, face stuck in your phone, and it looked like you were texting someone. He was about to ask if you’d seen the charger to his laptop, but then he heard you sniffle and saw you wipe a cheek with back of your hand.
He had no idea who you’d been speaking to.
Or who you were texting now.
You didn’t acknowledge him when he walked into your room, eyes on your phone screen still, and for a second Joe thought maybe his legs should carry him the other way. Away from you, out of your room to give you some space.
But then before he really knew what he was doing, he was stood next to you, sort of cradling your head in his arms. Hugging your skull. He took care to look away from your phone screen as to not invade your privacy.
When you finally put your phone down, you dipped your chin underneath one of his arms and kissed the bit of skin that was there as a thank you.
“Come on,” he then said, letting go of your head and walking towards the door.
He switched the light off just before stepping out into the hallway.
When you didn’t immediately come after him, he called, “This way!” over his shoulder, and then grinned to himself when he heard you softly mumble, “Yea, just a sec,” followed by something about needing to brush your teeth first.
When you walked into Joe’s bedroom shortly after, he was already in bed, laid down on his stomach on the left side of the bed.
That wasn’t where Joe usually slept.
That was were you slept whenever you were in that bed.
In an attempt to be funny, to lift the mood a little, you ignored the empty spot in Joe’s bed and instead flung the covers back on the left side and climbed right onto him.
You laid down on top of your flatmate, and swung the covers back as best you could.
You felt him shake with silent laughter which made you giggle. You whispered, “Good night.” and waited for Joe to roll over or to shake, to make you slide off of him, but that moment never came.
You fell asleep smiling, because it was hilarious that Joe was going to let you drift off in that position, with your head in the dip of his neck and your hips over his bum.
In the night, your asleep-self managed to find the empty spot and continued your slumber on the mattress, like a normal person.
But the morning brought revenge.
You usually woke up before Joe did, but Joe was meant to wake up early, remember? His alarm woke him up, shooting awake with a jolt, immediately fumbling with his phone to turn it off. It took him a second to even remember why he’d set the alarm in the first place.
He felt you stir right next to him and remembered how he’d fallen asleep the night before.
If you were to ever bring it up, which he knew you’d never do, he’d tell you it was the most uncomfortable sleep he’d ever had.
They’d be lies.
He loved being pressed into the mattress by your weight a little. Loved the feeling of your entire body on top of his like that.
He’d never tell you.
He’d hold on to the fib that you’d been a great inconvenience, and now, it was time for payback.
Joe’s alarm had pulled you out of your dream a little, but then you fully woke up when Joe suddenly rolled right onto your back.
All of him.
Right on top of you.
His face pressed into one of your shoulder blades, and the air audibly escaped from your lungs as you tried to sleepily protest.
“Oh my God,” you groaned, voice all constrained. “My arm, wait, my– ow, Joe,”
Your arm was caught underneath your stomach, sort of weirdly twisted, and just for a second, Joe pressed his elbows into the mattress on each side of you to lift is weight off.
You readjusted, and Joe asked, “Got it?” and you easily accepted your fate, knowing that the moment you confirmed, he would let himself drop again.
And that’s exactly what happened.
You sighed, eyes still close, breathed “Yea,” as you snuck said arm underneath your pillow and felt Joe carelessly crash into you again.
Without your arm hurting you, it wasn’t so bad, and you felt Joe nuzzle against the bare skin of your upper back. You fully relaxed as you felt him swipe some hair aside that he then gently played with for a moment.
It had been the steady rise and fall of your breathing that had Joe snoozing in no time. Admittedly, the mattress right next to you was more comfortable to sleep on, Joe wasn’t going to lie. But sleeping with his face pressed into your warm morning skin brought a different kind of comfort. He knew that the strap of your top was going to end up marking his cheek, but he didn’t care.
This was nice.
It was one of those feelings he rarely ever got to experience not being in a serious relationship with anyone.
He got certain desires met. If he was honest, that had become almost a little too easy. But it would just be that. Just the sex. He never cuddled, never snuggled with any of those girls. He’d be out of his mind to pull a stunt like rolling on top of one of them to snooze until he actually wanted to get out of bed.
He only got to do that with you. And so he did, the early morning plans he had then no longer important enough. Because he had you in his bed, all relaxed, with soft skin and steady breathing that worked like fucking magic.
Just like it was doing now.
And it sort of shouldn’t.
It wasn’t meant to all be so easy.
Joe’d found you in his bed, and he was actually meant to go for a run and then take a quick shower and then have dinner, maybe even see if anyone was up for a drink at the pub.
But he’d done none of those things.
And now here he was.
Falling asleep as he listened to your slow breathing, happy that it wasn’t hitching in your throat. He didn’t like how it sometimes did that when you had been crying.
That run could wait.
The shower after could wait.
Dinner could wait.
For now it was just warmth underneath his covers and your bodies pressed together. Later, you wouldn’t talk about it. And if Joe was lucky, you’d not take so long to be sad again.
Awful thought, he knew.
But he couldn’t help it.
Joe loved it when you felt bad, but only so he could be there to make it better.
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Regina George's Sister
Cady Heron x Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Trigger Warnings: protective relationship, secret relationship
Request:
mayhaps a cady heron x reader where reader is regina’s sister and cady and reader have been secretly dating for months because neither of them want regina to find out but then regina ends up catching them kissing or something idk im bad at requests feel free to go nuts😭😭
Mean Girls requests are open.
A/N: I could not figure out how to end this, so please forgive me.
If there was one thing anyone needed to know about Regina post-Spring Fling, it was that she didn't change much. She was just kinder to Gretchen and Karen, who still loyally followed Regina along. She still instilled fear in those around her, even if she was much nicer than she had been. Once a Queen Bee regains her crown, it's hard to repossess it. This was the prime reason Cady and (Y/n) decided to keep their relationship a secret from the blonde due to how protective she was over her younger sister. The problem was, despite being together for the past three months, they were very bad at keeping their relationship a secret.
It was Janis and Damian who were the ones to usually catch them making out under the stairwell. Which is where they found Cady and (Y/n) today, too. The two were on their way to French class, and they typically met Cady there. Which is why they weren't surprised to see them locking lips, despite their usual desire to hide from Regina. It occurred to Janis and Damian that the two were starting to get comfortable with not getting caught, so they were becoming more careless.
"You know," Janis's words startled the two of them as they jumped apart from each other. The action caused Janis to smirk as Damian snickered at the two. "If you two continue to make out one of the biggest make-out corners, Regina is definitely going to find you two. Eventually, you're not going to get saved by Damian and me. So, stop being stupid, and find a less obvious make-out spot. Come on, Cady, we're going to be late."
Damian quirked his brow nosily at the two as he looked over (Y/n) before following Janis to their class. "She's kind of right," Cady said, her cheeks a bright shade of red having been caught for the fourth time by Janis and Damian that week. "We're getting careless, and if we don't want Regina to find out, we need to start doing better." She spoke with a type of seriousness in her voice that caused (Y/n) to smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Cady questioned, though due to the look (Y/n) gave, she had a hint as to what (Y/n) had running through her mind.
"Oh, nothing," (Y/n) teased before placing a gentle kiss on Cady's lips. Cady reciprocated easily, almost forgetting about just getting caught, and the fact that Janis and Damian were most likely waiting on the top of the stairs for her. "I just think you're cute when you're serious about things. You puff your cheeks out and narrow your eyes slightly, and you just look so determined. Anyways, see you after class, Brainiac. I love you."
(Y/n) kissed Cady's cheek as she exited the stairwell, leaving behind a very smiley Cady to join her very annoyed best friends. "I'm sick of these shenanigans, Cady. When are you just going to tell Regina to truth? She's gotten much nicer since you overthrew her at the Spring Fling. Well, I guess, we all overthrew her." Damian pondered on this, walking into the classroom and sitting in his usual seat beside Janis. Cady had turned her seat towards her friends, who were expecting an answer from her.
"She retook the crown, remember? She has too much pride to really learn a lesson. And, even if she is nicer, you both know how she is when it comes to (Y/n)." Cady reminded the group with a raised brow. She didn't necessarily want to talk about this. Every time they got into it, it was them trying to convince Cady to come clean, but that wasn't something (Y/n) wanted. "Besides, right now, (Y/n) also doesn't want to tell Regina, and I think it's important to make sure I don't just ignore her wants. I feel the same as her, too. I'm not ready for Regina to know."
Janis rolled her eyes as the teacher entered, disrupting their conversation. It was getting harder for her and Damian to divert the Plastics away from their usual make-out spots and to make up excuses. Janis and Damian were incredibly loyal, so they weren't just going to stop helping them, but at this point, the two of them needed to buck up and just talk to Regina.
After class, Cady met with (Y/n) for their shared free period, where they went to one of their usual spots. Janis knew where they were, and that's why she almost gave herself whiplash when she saw Regina headed in that direction. "Regina, you can't go that way. I think they're going construction or something." Janis blurted, knowing her excuse was horrible, but it was the only thing to come to mind at the time. And it was obvious that Regina didn't buy it.
"Oh, sure, Janis, they're doing construction on the hallway." Regina narrowed her eyes, wondering just how stupid Janis thought she was. She couldn't help but also feel annoyed at Janis's presence since she was trying to keep her from something. "I need something from my locker."
As Regina turned the corner, her eyes widened at Cady and (Y/n) tucked in a doorway, hidden from the view of most people. It wouldn't phase her if they weren't kissing each other to the point where both she and Janis were wondering if they could breathe. "What the fuck is going on here?" Regina crossed her arms. She hated when people didn't keep her in the loop almost as much as she hated seeing her younger sister kissing one of her friends. She felt slightly betrayed by both but was willing to hear out an explanation if it was good enough.
(Y/n) pulled away from Cady in shock before looking over to the strawberry blonde. "Regina, I'm sorry. I didn't want to tell you like this…" She whispered out, looking at her shoes and rubbing her arm in disappointment. She never did well with hiding things from her sister. Cady noticed this as she placed a comforting hand on her arm. "Cady and I have been dating since the Spring Fling, we just didn't know how to tell you. Don't be mad at her, it was my decision to keep it a secret." (Y/n) explained, though the decision was mutual. She just didn't want Regina to be even more upset with Cady than she might be.
"I'm more upset that you two kept it a secret." Regina examined her sister. She always had a soft spot for (Y/n), and seeing her sister feel ashamed of herself made her feel a little bad. "I can forgive that you two kept it a secret as long as you two agree to not make out in spaces I might be in."
This was the closest to an approval that (Y/n) was going to get. Looking up with a smile, she hugged Regina happily. "Okay, deal," she said as her sister patted her back gently, narrowing her eyes at Cady briefly. The strawberry blonde looked sheepish before glancing away to avoid eye contact. Regina nodded at the fear she still instilled before releasing her sister. It was a bit weird to see them together, but it was nothing she couldn't get used to as she walked off to her locker.
"I told you two that you were going to get caught." Janis had her arms crossed with a small smirk. Saluting them gently, she turned back to return to the art studio that she was spending too much time away from.
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hello!! I loved what's in between so much and I need some more miguel o'hara fluff😭😭
if you're talking requests could you write one about how miguel and the reader have obvious feelings for each other but arent dating, Peter b trying to be the wingman and tagging mayday along while trying to set them up.
idk if this prompt has any scope, but I just liked the idea 😭😭
𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader
Summary: You have feelings for Miguel, so Jess and Peter decide to play cupid and help you out a bit :3
Warnings: None!! It's just pure fluff, silliness, paired with the classic best friends to lovers. Enjoy!!
You had a problem.
You had a very, very big problem.
Alright, so it wasn’t that big of a problem, but it lingered on your mind day and night. From the moment you woke up to the moment you went to bed it was on your mind.
What was it, you ask?
You might, just maybe, have feelings for your best friend. Now, you knew the tropes. Best friends to loves was arguably one of, if not the best trope to have. But those were stories, this was real life. It made it all the harder when your best friend was Miguel O’Hara, leader of the Spider Society.
Frankly, it was a miracle you even became friends with him in the first place. Somehow you had wormed your way into his heart and had the honour of being his closest friend. This however meant that it was highly unlikely for anything to progress further beyond the scope of platonic love.
This was a fact that you had grown to accept in the months of realizing your feelings. This didn’t mean you didn’t mope over it though.
~
“Ugh,” you groaned loudly, your forehead pressed into the cafeteria table as you lamented your feelings out into the world. A happy giggle interrupts your swirling mess of thoughts, however, and you turn your head and are met with the sight of Peter B. and Mayday by your side.
Lifting your head up, you open your arms and Mayday happily climbs into your lap, babbling softly. You feel your heart warm a little as she played with your fingers, her red hair a mess as she laughs happily.
“Can’t stay upset for long when this little one is around,” Peter says, smoothing out her hair that somehow only becomes more messy.
“This sucks, Peter,” you whine to the man, and he smiles sympathetically.
“We’ve all been there y’know,” and you only huff slightly. Peter was another one of your closest friends and the one you happened to rant to the most about your unspoken feelings.
“Would it hurt so much to just tell him?” he asks, and you whip your head over dramatically, a horrified expression on your face.
“I would quite literally rather take a dive straight down into Earth-67982 with all the gators than tell him,” you say, and Peter only snorts.
“C’mon, it’s not that bad! How do you expect to get anywhere if you never tell him how you actually feel about him,” he says, and while you knew he had a point you chose to disregard it.
“I’m perfectly happy where I am Peter. Single, and still with a best friend,” you say, but you sigh softly. “It’s not that easy anyway. There’s no way he likes me back, and it took him long enough to talk to me beyond anything superficial like the weather or the happenings of other universes. How am I supposed to confess to him,” you say, pinching Mayday’s cheek lightly. She scrunches her face up and you can’t help the giggle that escapes.
“Ah, relationship woes?” Jess jumps in, and you yelp in surprise while Mayday only laughs at your expense. You glare at her playfully and she imitates your expression in turn which makes everyone around the table laugh.
“We’re not in a relationship, so I don’t think it really counts as a ‘relationship woe’ Jess,” you say, turning to the woman as she settles in next to you for lunch.
“You could be in one if you mustered the guts to actually confess instead of pining for him like a lovesick teenager,” she says, and you shoot her a deadpanned look.
“There is no way in the 7 hells that I am ever going to confess to him, I mean, just look at him,” you say, nodding over to where he was picking up his own lunch from across the hall. “In the billions of possibilities that exist, there is not a single one where he likes me back.”
“Don’t see yourself short, you never know,” Peter says as he and Jess share a look, cogs turning as they scheme their own plots.
~
You were just walking about the HQ, stopping periodically to talk to the Spiders you knew. It was your day off, and your own universe decided to be boring today so you figured what better place to hang around than Earth-928?
Well, it was supposed to be your day off, until your name is called over the intercom alongside Miguel’s, telling you both to come to the monitoring room.
With a groan, you nod to the Spider you were talking to before walking over.
“Jess? Is something wrong?” you ask as you pop into the room, Miguel is already there and turns to nod to you in greeting which you return with a grin.
“There’s a mission I need the two of you to go on,” she says offhandedly, swiping through the screens as she studies the universe’s events.
“But Jess, it's my day off! There are literally hundreds of other spiders you could send on this mission,” you whine, the aches of the mission from yesterday still lingering on your body. Though almost imperceptibly she glances over at you, making it clear that there were hidden intentions behind this mission, and you press your lips together knowingly. You supposed she was in the mood to play Cupid.
“Why do you need us specifically?” Miguel asks, eyes narrowing suspiciously. It was his day off too, you were about to go see him as he worked on all his gizmos, he still wore his work outfit in place of his regular suit.
“This guy’s a bit of a tough one, so Lyla and I decided that we needed our best out in the field. Be ready to head out in 20, he’s already on the move,” she says, and you sigh lightly, unable to disobey orders.
Miguel only pats you on the shoulder.
“Bold of you to assume you think you can order around the Leader of this place,” he says jokingly.
“I can order around anyone I want when the Leader puts me in charge for the day,” Jess retorts as she puts her hands on her hips.
“Good point,” he relents.
“Uh-huh.”
“Alright, let’s get this over with,” you say to Miguel as you head out together.
~
“…wasn’t this guy supposed to be a ‘tough one’” you say, quoting the air as you stare down at the anomaly you were supposed to take down. Miguel only snorts in response before shrugging. There, in your line of sight was the anomaly; a snail that moved at a top speed of maybe 2 kilometres per hour that a single well-placed trap could take down in seconds.
“Easier for us,” Miguel says simply before swinging down and doing just that. Immediately the force field wraps the villain up like a present, and his mask disappears from his face as he looks over at you.
At that moment felt your heart skip a beat as he grins up at you playfully.
“Are you going to hang up there all day or are you gonna head back with me?” he calls out as a portal opens up, snapping you out of your stupor.
“C-coming!”
~
“Peter, why don’t you get one of the younger spiders to babysit? Don’t get me wrong, I love Mayday just as much as the next person but I’m not that great with kids,” you say with a worried smile.
“That’s why you’ll have Miguel to help! I think you two will make a great team,” Peter says, handing Mayday over. You eye him suspiciously when the realization strikes.
“This is all a ploy to get me and him together, isn’t it?” you ask, and Peter puts on an oblivious face.
“What? No! No way, this is just a friend asking for a favour,” he replies.
“Don’t lie! You and Jess have been up to something for the past week, that mission, the closet, and now this,” you huff.
“Alright, fine. Maybe we did plan this out, but maybe the two of you just need the push,” he says, a hand on the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Peter, he doesn’t like me back. I know that already,” you say frustratedly, but sigh softly. “I’ll help you out, but no more games alright?”
“Alright,” he relents. “Thanks for this though. MJ and I haven’t had time to ourselves in a while,” he says, and you give him an understanding look.
“What are friends for?” you smile.
~
“Mayday! Get down from the ceiling, please?” you plead, watching as she babbles happily while crawling across the ceiling. You were right up there with her as Miguel stood on the floor with his hands on his hips, watching with blatant amusement.
“Miguel, a little help here please?” you ask him, and he only snorts.
“You seem to be doing just fine,” he says, and you let out a groan. Finally he gives in to your pleading.
“Solecito, you wanna come down now? I think you’re going to give your babysitter a heart attack,” he says and immediately she drops down from the ceiling into his waiting arms. You let out a sigh of relief as you follow suit.
“She only listens to you, I swear,” you say as you look at her, huffing softly.
“She likes playing around, and you have the most reactions so you’re her main target,” he replies, and you boop her nose playfully.
“You’re a little menace, aren’t you.” She only babbles happily at that.
“I’m going to grab her lunch, will you be okay by yourself?” you ask Miguel, and he bounces her up and down as she giggles loudly.
“We’ll be just fine, won’t we chiquitita,” he says with a small smile. It makes your heart warm as you watch them play together. You knew how hard it was for Miguel to be around Mayday after losing his own daughter, but he seemed to truly adore the little girl. It was precious to watch.
“Alright, I’ll be right back.”
~
After searching aimlessly for a few minutes, and a couple of mishaps you finally have a small bowl of food to feed Mayday. When you come back into the living room, you find Miguel sitting on the floor with Mayday in his lap, a toy grasped in her hand.
“I think you’d make a really good parent if you ever want to have kids one day,” Miguel says offhandedly as he continues to watch over the little girl. You feel your cheeks warm in embarrassment at the compliment.
“Seems like the same would go for you, Miguel,” you say as you watch the two of them fondly. You can’t help the thoughts that flash through your mind. The two of you, together, sitting in a nursery just like this one with a child of your own. It was far-fetched and would probably never happen, but it doesn’t hurt to imagine all the ‘what-ifs’.
“Though that’s ironic of you to say considering I was just hanging on the ceiling trying to get her down not even 15 minutes ago,” you say, and he chuckles lightly.
“Parenting isn’t always smooth sailing, but you have a softness that makes the little ones feel safe. I see it when you’re with Mayday, even with the kids at HQ. Don’t sell yourself short,” he says, glancing over at you before holding out his hand to take the food. Somehow you feel your face heat up even more as you sit down by his side.
“Thanks, Miguel,” you say softly, and he only hums in response.
~
After all the events of the last week, you find yourself lost in all your swirling feelings. All those possibilities, all those moments you spend with Miguel wishing that they were more, it quickly became overwhelming. It’s why you find yourself trekking up to the observatory of HQ.
This was your favourite spot to come to when you were stuck in your head. Very few of the Spiders knew about it, which made it the perfect hiding spot when you wanted to be alone with your thoughts.
The ceiling panned up into a dome of intricate glass, allowing the light of the stars to shine through. Though realistically it was more the light of the futuristic Nueva York, the city that never sleeps. It didn’t make it any less beautiful though.
“So this is where you’ve been,” a voice cuts through the silence, and you jump slightly as you turn around to face Miguel who only chuckles at your expense.
“You found me,” you say softly, smiling at him though it doesn’t quite meet your eyes. A look of concern washes over his face, and you wince.
He could always read you too well.
For a moment you just sit there in the silence, the only thing breaking the quiet being his soft footsteps as he approached you. Every step he took had your heart racing faster and faster until finally, he was by your side. Glancing at him, you see that he’s already looking at you, and there was something on his mind.
“Do you like me?” he asks softly, and you turn away from him, instead choosing to look out through the windows. Slowly, you sigh, still unwilling to make eye contact.
“Do you want me to be honest?” you say just as softly.
“I do.”
A lump forms in your throat as you fidget with your hands a bit, wondering if you should just lie. If that would make this any easier.
It was hard for you to be vulnerable with people, from a young age you were conditioned to hide how you felt because it made you seem weak. And even worse, you were told it made you a burden on other people.
You never wanted to be a burden.
It was hard for you to be honest with your feelings…especially if they were about how you felt about someone you loved. You think this is the first time you’ve ever loved someone like this, and you swallow harshly at the thought.
“I do…like you,” you whisper finally so that only his ears could hear. “I know it's cliche, but it's nothing but the truth when I say that I’ve never felt, felt feelings with anyone else the way I do with you,” you ramble, realizing that once you started you weren’t able to stop yourself.
“It makes me scared, Miguel. Feeling this way? I don’t know how to do this,” you gesture between the two of you, but still hesitating to look into those beautiful crimson eyes you adored so much.
“You’re my favourite person. Throughout every universe, every infinite possibility it’s still true. And I’m scared because it seems like throughout my life every single time I have something good it slips out from beneath me, and I can’t afford to lose you. I, I can’t,” you say, a single tear trickling down your cheek.
For a moment he doesn’t speak, and the car falls silent until he inhales lightly.
“That…is a possibility, it’s true. Maybe what we have, what we could have won’t work out. But maybe we’re that one possibility where us together is possible,” he says as he takes your hand into his own. It was warm.
So warm.
Finally, you dare to look into his eyes, and inside them, you find a swirling storm of emotions that you get lost in.
“Can we do this? Do you think we can?” you ask hesitantly.
“As long as you’re willing to try, mi vida,” he says, squeezing your hand lightly.
“I think…I want to try,” you say softly, and his eyes immediately brighten up like the sun rising over the horizon, lighting up everything in its path. He smiles at you, and you can’t help but smile back.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, and all you can do is nod as you feel your heart jump to your throat in anticipation. You’ve never wanted to do anything more.
Gently his hand rises up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before settling on your cheek as he leans in. You close your eyes as his lips touch yours, and a small happy sound escapes your throat.
It didn’t feel like how the love stories described how your first kiss would be, with explosions and fireworks.
No. It felt like the first breath of fresh air on a warm sunny day. Like the heat of a fire after a long day in the cold.
Kissing your best friend was like coming home, a comfort in every sense and oh so right.
After a few seconds that felt like an eternity condensed into a single moment, Miguel pulls away. You look up at him with teary eyes, not tears of sadness but instead pure and utter joy as you smile brightly.
“I think this might be the start of something wonderful,” you say to him.
“I think so too, mi vida.”
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading because that entire confession was what I imagined I would say to my crush ghfkjghdfkjghfdk (I was in my feelings, as a result this fic was born)
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What If’s -Miguel O’Hara
pairing: miguel o’hara x fem!reader
warnings: spoilers for across the spiderverse!!!! a couple of vampire jokes here and there. kissing, yearning, idk if those are warnings.
an: there’s no better character than miguel to write a wholesome hurt/comfort friends to lovers fic. this is my first time writing for him and I hope I did a good job lmao. let me know how I did!
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“I know I said I don’t mind your company.” Miguel’s voice reaches you from the platform he’s perched on in the middle of his lab. “But do you have to turn the volume up so loud?”
Your laugh echoes the room as you press a button twice to decrease the volume for a moment. “It helps me focus. Some of us have jobs aside from being a superhero you know.”
“Oh is saving the world not enough of a job for you?” Miguel’s eye-roll is clear in his tone and it makes you smile. “Perhaps you don’t know it but here we’re trying—”
“I know, I know, Twilight.” You wave him off over your shoulder. “What I mean is I like having a job, and I’m super smart so they let me work remotely.”
“All spider people are ‘super smart’ as you put it.” Miguel says, from somewhere behind you as you tap away on your laptop.
“Huh,” You fake surprise, then speak through a grin. “Here I thought I was the only one, good to know you’ve got a brain behind your broody eyes.”
Miguel’s breathy chuckle makes your heart jump, and you turn on your seat to catch the corner of his mouth lift in a half smile. Going back to the report you have to finish for your regular job, you turn the music up again and rest your feet on the desk in front of you. “I can feel you judging me, Twilight.”
“I am.” Miguel calls back to you and you smile.
There’s nothing that makes your body fill with warmth like Miguel. From being his most annoying spider recruit since the day you met —you saw he had fangs, and he never lived the vampire jokes down— your relationship has blossomed into a beautiful friendship over time. The kind of friendship where everything is easy around each other, where you anticipate the other’s needs, and the kind that started with sharing trauma. Both of you’ve lost many people, and it’s probably the reason why you cling to the other as much as you do. You’re a stubborn tangle in his hair and he's as present in your life as the breeze that hits your face when you’re swinging through the city. You bring out the best in each other —regardless of you annoying him every single day— and this deep connection you seem to have is most likely the one responsible for the lines between friendship and love to be so blurred between you. You’ve fought by his side multiple times, and you love it, but there’s nothing you love more than these quiet moments with him, where you just exist near each other, and everything feels right. Though you love seeing him in action, more often than not getting distracted by his ruthlessness, strength, and skill, you love doing simple things with him too. Miguel showing up to your place when you’re cooking dinner and refusing to dance along with you; Miguel getting coffee with you after much insistence to leave his desk; Miguel sighing at your bad jokes which only makes you laugh more; Miguel staying over at your place, his presence a warm reassurance that you’re safe.
Insistent pinging takes your mind away from its memories, and you’re quick to set your work aside and swing to the platform to see what’s going on. Lila has appeared over Miguel’s shoulder and is gesturing at the many alarms popping up on the yellow screens. A canonic event has been interrupted, a black hole has opened under the city of Mumbattan on earth 50101, Miles Morales —the Spider-Man Miguel’s been keeping tabs on for a while— is in that dimension for some reason, and there’s a multiverse-jumping anomaly on the loose.
Miguel’s face darkens, a mix of worry, fury, and tiredness forcing his features down into a deep frown. He pinches the bridge of his nose before talking to Lyla as he flips through the screens. “Tell Jessica to go to Earth 50101 and bring backup with her. We need to contain that black hole.”
“On it.” Lyla disappears for a moment before she’s back by Miguel’s side. “What else?”
“Bring Miles Morales to me.” He says, setting his hands on the table in front of him and looking at the screen that show’s Miles stopping the canonic event. “It’s time we stop this mess at its source.”
“Miguel?” Your eyebrows shoot up at his words, worry settling on your chest. “What do you mean?”
Lyla disappears a moment later as Miguel’s monitors keep flipping through the events in Mumbattan. Alchemax blowing up as a result of the anomaly calling itself the Spot turning on the supercollider. The building collapsing on itself.
“You know what I mean.” The man in front of you furrows his brows in anger. “He’s become a threat since the moment he was bitten. It was never even supposed to happen, you can’t expect me to let him go on like this. To keep disregarding canon as much as he pleases.”
“You know I’ve always supported you, Miguel.” You take his hand in both of yours and squeeze it tightly. “I’m the one backing you up, winning everyone over when they get mad at you… But this is wrong.”
“It’s not.” He says, taking his hand back from you and clicking away on his computer. A moment later, moments in Miles Morales’ life float in the screens around you. “We have to stop him. He’s going to undo everything we do if not.”
“Miguel,” You furrow your brows at his words, then gesture towards him with your arms. “Listen to yourself, who’s more out of canon here, him or us? We weren’t bitten, that’s strike one; we can’t stick to walls, strike two; you don’t shoot webs and my senses aren’t heightened like everyone else’s. That’s strike three.”
It’s something that’s always intrigued you, but it’s never made you think of yourself or Miguel as less of a Spiderman than everyone else. That’s not what wearing the mask means; it means protecting those who can’t protect themselves. To be selfless and kind and self-sacrificing for the world, even if no one says thank you. If Miguel and yourself haven’t broken the multiverse just by existing, then why would Miles. If his world hasn’t collapsed then there’s nothing wrong with him being the superhero that he is.
Miguel ponders your words but shakes his head, still adamant to see things your way in this matter. “The kid–”
You take a step closer to him and cut him off before he can continue. “The kid was bitten, regardless of it being supposed to happen or not! He has lost someone dear already and has basically followed every other spiderman rule, Miguel. I don’t think he’s the reason this is happening.”
Your friend, the object of your affections, turns his back towards you, going back to his screens. They show the events of Mumbattan now, the way Miles saved the captain and the little girl from being crushed by falling debris. There’s also the black hole in the city, threatening the people they tried so hard to save. The hole is so similar to the Spot’s that you’re sure an analysis would prove it right. But Miguel isn’t seeing reason. “He is.”
“It’s the Spot’s fault!” You raise your voice, frustration getting the best of you more a moment before you take a deep breath. Trying to see things from his perspective, you place a hand on his upper arm, your voice falling down to a reassuring whisper. “I know you’re scared of the world collapsing again, but it won’t.”
Your heart falls when he shrugs your hand off and turns to look at you. The many screens around you dance across his features, and after inhaling deeply Miguel speaks again. “You don’t know that.”
“I do,” You smile sadly, hoping that your confidence in him will let him see what’s right under his nose. “I know it because this time you’re here, Miguel, guiding us and making sure it doesn’t happen again. You just need to see that Miles isn’t the problem.”
“Everything started with him.” Miguel argues, his voice emphasizing the word everything, definite on his theory. His eyes are full of resentment, not towards you, but towards the situation. Days and nights of working himself thin in this office, weighing on his broad shoulders.
Your squeeze your eyes shut before you look at him again. He’s so blinded by his own past mistakes; he thinks Miles will repeat them. When you speak again your voice is soft despite your irritation. “Miguel, you know in your heart it didn’t, and I know that because we’re the same.”
He exhales and looks into your eyes; they soften only slightly as they lock with yours. You try to urge him once again to forget this theory for a moment and see things differently if only for a second. He needs to know you don’t think it has to come to this –an attack towards the young spiderman– and that you won’t be a part of it if it does.
“If I feel it, then you must feel it too.” Though you’re talking about his plans for the young spiderman, the underlying topic of your feelings for him are clear as day in the way you look at him. You let your guard down, and say barely above a whisper, “Please. You know I can’t follow you, not this time.”
His eyes look aways from you as his shoulders tense, a clear sign of all the walls you’d crumbled building back up. “You want me to risk everything, including you, over a what-if?”
“Everything’s a what-if, Miguel.” You smile sadly at him, then set your shoulders straight as you step away from the platform and from him. “But I guess that settles that.”
Miguel takes two steps and catches up to you before he reaches for your hand. There’s a tightness around his brown eyes from the way you’re looking at him tearfully. They shift to confusion a moment later, when his hand moves upwards towards your wrist and you grin. Taking another step back, you hold your watch on your opposite hand, showing him that you knew he’d try to take it from you. You know him better than he gives you credit for.
“I’ll see you when you’ve changed your mind, Twilight.” You fiddle with your watch until a portal opens and when it does, you throw the device back at him. Though your throat is tight, emotion concentrating there as tears sting your eyes, you keep yourself from crying. “Otherwise… I guess this is goodbye.”
Not bearing to look into the new despair in his eyes, you turn around and walk into your dimension without looking back. When the portal closes behind you, you’re back in your apartment, the room dark around you safe for the lamp you forgot to turn off in the morning. Every corner you look at you see Miguel’s lingering shadow; the wall he always leaned against when you talked in the kitchen, the couch where the two of you always hung out –your legs over his lap and your laptop over yours as he waited for you to finish working. You wrap your arms around yourself, hoping for some comfort to come from it.
Hoping this mess can be fixed.
It is only a day later when the first step towards it being resolved, happens. You’ve been swinging through the city, patrolling different neighborhoods and keeping an eye out for any anomalies. Without your watch you’ve been disconnected from the Spider Society. Most importantly from Miguel, and although you try to, you can’t help but wonder what’s happening back in the HQ. You've barely been to your apartment since your fight with Miguel, your heart feels like a fading bruise –not quite broken but yearning painfully– and the last thing you want to do is spend time somewhere that will bring his memory back to you. So quick stops to shower, work, and eat, in between patrols are all you’ve allowed yourself. You’re swinging to one of these stops, when you spot a lonely figure standing in your balcony.
Even from afar you know its him, no one else has his shoulder-to-waist ratio, and no one else makes your heart skip quite like he does. Despite being vexed from your last conversation, you feel his heart call out to yours, and the way his eyes rise to see you swing towards the balcony are all the confirmation that you need that your assumptions were right. He would come around eventually, you knew it, you never thought it would be this fast though. What have you done now, Miguel?
You land on the balcony next to him, nod towards your door so he can follow you inside. Once the door closes behind you, you take your mask off and Miguel’s vanishes too. There’s no awkwardness as you stand in front of each other in the middle of the living room, only silence in an otherwise joyful room. The lights are still off in your apartment but you don’t move to turn them on, instead you shrug and motion towards the balcony.
“Nice timing.” You say, trying to keep your voice light. “What are you doing here?”
“You said you’d see me when I changed my mind.” His voice is low, like he’s worried the moment will shatter if he speaks any louder.
“You did?” Your question is followed by a step closer to him, but a frown appears on your face. “What changed it?”
“I’m sorry. I made a mistake.” He whispers, brows furrowed together creating a deep crease between them. His eyes won’t meet yours but from the city lights outside your apartment, and the glow from his suit, you can see the deep regret in them, and the embarrassment from admitting his wrongs. “Then made a mess out of everything.”
“Miguel–”
“You can say I told you so, because you were right.” He turns to you, bringing his hand to hold your cheek briefly before he sighs and walks away, closer to the balcony’s window.
“What happened?” You follow him, standing next to him. Part of you is afraid he’s going to leave the same way he arrived, and panic settles on your chest. You urge him to keep talking though, you won’t give him a chance to shut down this time. “What happened with Miles?”
“The Spot’s stronger than before and going to Miles’ dimension to destroy it and then possibly many others.” Miguel clenches his hands into fists, the muscles around his neck tensing, the stress and worry in them is clear for you to see. “But he’s not there, because of me.”
You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, a mannerism you’ve gotten from the man next to you. Of course he scared the kid off; you love this man more than anything, but he really needs to work on his first impressions. “Where is he? How can we find him?”
“I have an idea; I think his friends do too.” Miguel starts, then shakes his head, some strands of hair falling over his forehead. “Maybe the dimension of the spider that bit him is a good place to start.”
“Then we find him, Miguel.” You move to stand in front of him, your back to the window and the city, all your focus on him. “We find him, we bring him home, and we defeat the Spot.”
He nods almost imperceptibly his gaze in the distant glimmering buildings, his handsome yet tired features washed in light blue and purple light. You know he can feel your gaze on him, burning a hole on his face but his eyes won’t look away from the window. When he doesn’t give in a moment later, you bring both of your hands to his face. Half expecting him to move away, you’re surprised when he lets you, and a small breath escapes him at the contact.
“Why won’t you look at me?” You whisper, your thumbs moving softly over his cheekbones. “Everything will be alright; we can fix it.”
“I almost lost everything by trying to prevent it from happening again.” He confesses, eyes full of torment when they finally meet yours. They glisten in the light, worry and despair making his icy layers melt for you too see him clearly. It’s enough to make you tear up. When you try to say something, he cuts you off as if knowing what you’re about to say. “I almost lost you.”
You shake your head fervently. “You were never going to lose me, we’re best friends I don’t think we’re capable of losing each other.”
“We’re more than that.” He says, voice gentle as he takes your hands from his face and holds them in his, they dwarf yours in size. “I feel it too and I’m sorry if it’s too late.” His words echo back to your last conversation, and it makes your stomach flip. Finally, after so much time, your feelings are bare in front of each other. Precious jewels you would never trust to anyone else, both broken, both put back together, and perfect for the other.
“It’s not.” You shake your head and let go of his hands, moving them instead to rest on his shoulders. A smile makes its way to your face, and the way Miguel’s lips move to mirror it makes your heart soar.
A moment later his head is tipping downwards as you step on the tip of your toes to kiss him. It’s an electric moment, a canonic event itself with the way all the pieces seem to fall into place. You move your arms around Miguel’s shoulders and hitch yourself higher to wrap your legs around his waist. His approval is hummed into your mouth as his lips move ardently against yours. One of his arms goes around your waist while the other moves up your back to bury his hand in your hair, tipping your face in the perfect angle to kiss you into a blissful state. Your sighs are unstoppable and he’s more than happy to catch them with his lips as your hands move to his hair. This is all you’ve wanted, to have him completely, for the two of you to accept the feelings that have always been there.
Eventually your passionate kiss simmers down to something slower, calmer. Miguel’s lips brush yours softly; barely-there kisses that move to the corner of your mouth, your cheek and along your jaw. His voice is rough when he whispers against your lips in a gentleness he rarely shows, “I love you, I always have.”
“I love you, you broody, cheap Twilight vampire wannabe.” You murmur, brushing your nose against his as he chuckles under his breath, before he sets you down. “We should go.”
“Only if you want to.” Miguel tells you, holding out your watch on the palm of his hand.
You take it from him and put it on with a smile. “Please, you’d be lost without me.”
His hand cups your cheek for a moment, a soft smile just for you on his face as he says, voice low. “Right again.”
In front of you a new portal appears, back to Miguel’s office to round everybody up. The future might still be up in the air, and there might be many battles ahead before this multiversal conflict is solved. But one thing you know for sure is that with the right team, the impossible can happen. You’re sure Miles’ team has his back, but a little backup wouldn’t hurt them, would it?
You take Miguel’s hand and squeeze it in yours before walking backwards to the portal. “Come on Twilight, let’s help the kids save the world.”
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nct dream mtl likely to be fwb? recently fwb jisung has been making me feel some type of way 😭😭 especially like the way u wrote him in ur fic where he goes from shy to cocky ITS SO GOOD
okay this was kinda hard. i didn’t know whether i should rate them on how likely they would to be in a fwb situationship or who would be least likely to catch feelings or what so i just kinda did a mix of both. DISCLAIMER THIS IS JUST MY OPINION AND YOU MIGHT DISAGREE BUT OH WELL
next fic idea after catgirl x jaemin might be fwb!haechan brrr
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chenle. i feel like he’d also be the least likely to catch feelings if you entered a fwb arrangement with him. you two would be those friends that everyone is like “oh you guys aren’t dating yet?” and eventually the sexual tension between you two got too much and yall started fucking on the dl.
haechan. okay this is like an obvious answer but hear me out. hes literally just as delusional over you as you for him and any opportunity he gets to jump your bones, hes taking. hes been down bad for you since day 1 and isn’t afraid of hiding it. literally would just look at you and you already know he wants to fuck the shit outta you in that moment.
renjun. i feel like it could go either way with him. he’s down for whatever makes you happiest, whether that mean being fwb or bf/gf.
jaemin. i feel like he wouldn’t want to play with your feelings like that but he also wouldn’t be able to resist being able to fuck you anytime anywhere. yall would end up dating after like 2 weeks max
jeno. this is such a surprising answer for me bc i would literally commit crimes in 87 different countries to be his fwb but i don’t think jeno would be very likely to have a relationship like that. like just date him already damn he’s such a sweet boy why would you play with his feelings like that
mark. bitch stop playing with his heart like that😭when he really likes someone, his heart would not be able to handle all that uncertainty and back and forth. he needs to have you as his girl and not just some situationship or he will lose his mind and kill himself or something. he will carry your babies idk
jisung. okay jisung would definitely think yall are dating if yall start fucking 😭 like wdym youre not his girlfriend when he knows what you taste like? when you’ve literally had your face shoved down his cock n balls? when you introduce yourself as just his girl best friend to someone, he would whip his head around so fast and look at you so betrayed. would he be down to be fwb with you? sure. but good luck trying to convince him that doesn’t mean he’s your actual boyfriend. so really the answer is No
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#nct dream x reader#nct dream smut#mark lee x reader#huang renjun x reader#lee jeno x reader#lee haechan x reader#zhong chenle x reader#park jisung x reader#nct smut#nct x reader#thirsts
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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 12. corruption kink
.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “not so angelic”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ the little angel that came down from heaven to spread the joyous spirit… surely omega won’t try anything
pairing: omega ghoul x gn!angel!reader
a/n: this one has been in the back of my mind for a while now. this one is a little more dark than the previous ones. viewer discretion is advised.
cw: nsfw content. corruption kink. dub-con. kinda primal play-idk (?). stalker omega. virginity loss. rough sex. outdoor sex. penetration. marks and hickeys. bites. slight masochism from reader.
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“look at those soft, pearly wings… i bet they’d look even prettier after i fuck you up.” —❤︎
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every winter season, omega finds himself trudging out of the ghoul den, unglamoured and keeping himself hidden in the shadows as he observed the joyous season of christmas.
it was a rather simple holiday to the quintessence ghoul. a time where friends and family come together to enjoy the fleeting wonders this winter holiday had to offer. chestnuts roasted over a crackling fire, accompanied by the fresh aroma of peppermint and mistletoe. omega found solace in christmas. to be able to have so much fun and create a beautiful warmth in the most dangerous season of the year. he found beauty in that.
but, all of those festivities weren’t what caught omega’s eyes about christmas.
just like how demons and ghouls roamed the blackened skies during halloween and the events of november, their counterparts descended from the heavens to help spread christmas spirit, veiled in their disguises to be sure to not give away their holy features.
you were an angel that omega just so happened to stumble upon. he watched you from the branch of a pine tree, being sure to keep himself cloaked in the darkness as he observed you jumping around happily in the snow. he’s been watching you for a while now. you didn’t know him, but you spotted him once during last year’s christmas and gave him a friendly smile— not knowing of his true demonic nature. since then, omega has been hooked. he didn’t have a definite reason on why he was so drawn to you, but the ghoul has found himself trying to find your presence, catching you doing your heavenly duties for the ones above.
omega just found you strikingly beautiful.
while he was observing you from the snowy trees, he noticed how you were frolicking around the snowflakes and singing a sweet christmas tune. how cute, you were having some time to yourself, singing childish carols, but your sweet angelic voice was beautiful enough to serenade the woodland creatures nearby. hell, it was enough to serenade omega himself. your voice was delicate, but it was laced with a certain sweetness that honeyed each word you sung.
it was such a beautiful sound.
omega couldn’t help but wonder how your voice would sound if you moaned his name.
the quintessence ghoul has taken a liking to your… innocence. you were so pure, as white as snow, just like the pearly color of your feathery angel wings, they were like a dove’s. something about that youthful purity drove his mind… crazy. the very thought of numbing your oh so innocent mind, into a broken, sex-crazed bastard was enough to get his dick hard. that just sounded so hot to him. he didn’t care if that made him a creep, he was just yearning to feel your angelic body on his corrupt, demonic one.
omega needed you. he needed to have a piece of that.
he growled lowly and licked his lips as he observed you dancing and singing. omega found himself growing more excited as he slowly got closer to you, creeping down from the branch and slowly approaching you, as you were still oblivious to the piercing slits of omega’s violet eyes staring into your form.
as you neared the end of your song, your eyes slowly opened to look up at the sky. you were about to take a deep breath in to appreciate the chilly air, but an instinctive yelp escaped your throat as you felt yourself get tackled into the snowy grass.
omega hovered over you and snarled as he stared down at you, his face filled with a tainted, greedy desire that only you could satisfy. he let out a low, husky growl and smirked.
“got you.” he teased darkly, and your eyes widened as you stared up at him.
it was a ghoul. you shouldn’t be seen with a ghoul like this— let alone any kind of demon. it was a sin. you struggled and writhed around to try and get free.
“l-let go, demon!” you shrieked, feathers ruffling as you tried to get away. “i can’t be seen with you!”
omega pouted at this. awww, were you trying to escape? too bad, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. “awh baby… don’t be like that. i promise i’m a nice demon.”
he chuckled lustfully and lowly, his pupils turning into hearts as he stared down at you, keeping you pinned to the ground. you just winced as you looked up at him, still not exactly picking up what he wants.
“w-what do you want from me..?” you squeaked out, trying not to cry from how scared you were. omega noticed the glossiness in your beautiful eyes.
fuck. that was so hot.
“you, angel.” he stated bluntly and huskily, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “i want you.”
he giggled sadistically at your shocked, almost intrigued expression as you reached to his words. you? what could he possibly want from you?
his calloused, dark claws moved to grab a chunk of soft feathers that were on your wings. your entire body jolted from the touch. ah, sensitive wings. that’s okay, it only made things more exciting for omega. he practically moaned when he caressed the softness of your wings, appreciating the delicacy that tangled between his fingers.
“look at those soft, pearly wings… i bet they’d look even prettier after i fuck you up.” he said between rugged breaths, just getting so incredibly riled up from the feeling of getting to touch you.
“you have no idea how badly i wanna fuck you right now..” omega whispered seductively into your ear, hot breath tickling your ear as you squealed. “ruin that angel body of yours… making you mine. i bet the heavens wouldn’t wanna see their precious little angel getting all fucked up by a filthy, lowly infernal now, would they?”
you squirmed again and let a few tears trickle down your cheeks as you got completely dominated by this lowly demon. you couldn’t believe it, to think that one of lucifer’s creations would be here, getting it on with you.
but fuck, the way he touched your wings… that was only the first step into numbing your mind from all of that innocence.
“p-please..” you spoke between muffled cries. “i-i just…”
what were you even trying to say? did you want this or not?
omega just narrowed his eyes down at you, before smirking, and trailing his fingers over to your pristine silky white robe.
he smirked darkly, before completely tearing off the robe in one go, creating a loud rip sound that almost felt humiliating. you gasped loudly and tried to cover yourself, the chilly winds hitting your exposed skin. omega just scoffed and grabbed your wrists, pulling them away and pinning them to the snow floor as he got an eyeful of your sexy, naked body.
“shit. you were hiding all of that this whole time?” omega chuckled, marveling at every curve and dip he saw. “this is a body that’s practically screaming to be fucked.”
his words were so dirty, you weren’t used to it. but there was this strange feeling that drew you to it, his presence, despite how much you were fighting it.
omega makes quick work of his own clothes. he uses his tail to restrain your wrists as he stripped himself of his clothes, being quick and haste, desperate to feel himself inside of you already. after a bit of fumbling, omega is now sitting naked on top of you, his hard cock leaking precum onto your stomach. he stroked himself a few times to smear the precum onto the chub and shaft of his dick, lubing himself up. without even giving you a warning, omega completely thrusted his cock into your virgin hole, making you scream from the searing feeling.
“a-aahhh!!” you shrieked, trying to hold onto the ground as omega thrusted into you wildly. “i-it hurts!! p-please it hurts!”
“you can take it.” omega grunted between thrusts, groaning loudly as he fucked you raw. he was having the time of his life right now, watching your fucked out expression as he pounded into you.
there it was, you were no longer chaste. the very heavenly principle that you valued the most. gone. and yet, you found yourself so fucking turned on by the situation. you didn’t know what it was, why the fear, the thrill, the shame of it all got you so horny. you didn’t even know what it was like to be horny until you met this demon. that feeling of pain soon melted into an intense pleasure that pooled in the core of your stomach, and your legs hooked around omega’s waist while he went to town on you.
“g-god yess! more!” you cried out, tongue lolling out of your mouth while omega hovered over you, fucking you into oblivion. he moaned loudly, and dipped his head down to mark your neck with hickeys while he pounded into you.
“there it is… there’s the slutty little angel i’ve been looking for.” omega grinned into your neck, loving the fact that you were begging for more. you’d claws dug into your thighs, creating bloody scratch marks that only made you moan louder.
you knew that you’d be instantly banished from the heavens if they ever found out about this. mingling with a demon and losing your purity, but you didn’t care, not right now at least. you felt too good, and you were breaking every rule written in the heavens book that shaped who you were. shaped you into the obedient, innocent little angel.
but this? this was not so angelic.
“f-fuck! i need to cum! i need to cum!!” you begged over and over to omega, needing a release. he just growled and bit into your skin as his thrusts got faster.
“oh yeah? you need to cum?” he grunted out, his cock hitting all of the right spots inside of you as he fucked you into the snow. it was like the sheer cold didn’t even matter, because he was fucking you so good that it was warning you up.
“cum for me, angel. show the gods what i can do to their precious angels.”
that line just does it for you. you whined loudly and came hard with a whimper, body spasming wildly as your cum creamed omega’s cock. the quintessence ghoul also groaned loudly and came deep within you, his hot cum filling your insides up completely.
omega sighed heavily and stayed inside of you, watching your form pant heavily and trying to register what happened.
you… you just had sex with a demon.
you didn’t even have the time to properly register what happened, because omega started thrusting again, making you cry out loudly. this was just the start.
omega gritted his teeth and spoke to you in a sultry, lusty voice that you will never forget.
“you’re mine, angel. always will be. i’ll show the heavens that you belong to me, and nothing will change that. if i have to keep fucking you to show that, then so be it. i don’t want you to be bound by their petty little rules.”
he thrusted harder, and you moaned loudly.
“so… how about it? you wanna keep fucking this demon? or go back to being a little servant for some feathery pricks.”
you could only whimper and nod in response, completely consumed by this feeling. this feeling of darkness and lust that you loved to taste.
“please.. more.”
the moment you spoke those words, you felt your crystal clear angel wings, wilt into a shadowy, charcoal color.
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You know what hurts my soul a lill bit.
Like.
Henry says if he had the time, he'd sit Bunny down and explain everything to him. This is right after they scare Bun in Henry's house, when they show up all bloody, and Henry's like there was no time to explain because anyone might've seen them- but what about later?
I can't stop thinking about: what if you just TOLD him what happened? Bunny's biggest issue, according to Henry, was not the fact that they'd killed somebody, it was that they'd excluded him. (Personally I also thinkk it was bcs of the "several very unkind things" he'd written in his stupid little diary but sure henry, whatever helps u sleep at ni8)
I just feel like Bunny would've been less annoying about the whole thing and possibly even slightly concerned (about the cops finding out or something) because then he'd feel like he could still be implicated bcs he'd realize he had no alibi that could be confirmed and his previous involvement with the greek class would make him suspect too, and if he didn't realize it, Henry would 'remind' him of the fact.
It's just that...I know Henry was very disillusioned w Bunny towards the end, like he hated him, couldn't stand him, felt suffocated by him- but that was still someone he'd, at one point, cared about. I think Bunny at least deserved a fucking chance.
Instead of Henry avoiding him (ish) and avoiding the topic after Rome, why didn't the fool try to talk sense into Bunny? I know he was mentally exhausted, but the way his mind was like, going straight to murder makes me think he'd probably thought about it before too 💀💀
Even the actual murder bro like. Like. You lure him in and then you just suddenly shove him. Bunny didn't get a chance to plead for mercy or anything, or to promise he wouldn't tell anybody, so on so forth. I mean, Henry could have tried a scare tactic (pretending like they were gonna kill him to drive the point home, make him understand his position) but no, he jumped to murder immediately.
I suppose I can try and see where Henry was coming from. He didn't like to overcomplicate things, and maybe threatening Bunny would backfire like everything else did, maybe embolden him more. I get the impression that Bun was the sort to get worse if he was treated badly, even if he deserved it, but maybe being reminded of his own mortality would knock some sense into him. I know he was childish and immature and it makes me think he was one of those ppl you'd have to talk to nicely and try to appeal to his sense of friendship/loyalty for him to be nice, return the energy. Idk guys, I just wanted to get this thought out og my brain.
Also not to put the blame solely on Henry. My man was tired. Why didn't the other losers try and be like "Lol wtf. No." I know Henry was like their boss or whatever, admired yada yada but like...? He wasn't the dictator sort, like they couldnt talk to him even if they wanted to. This is why I think each one of them is just as bad as the other. I mean charles was showing hesitance before the murder and then after he was the most (visibly) regretful, even richard expressed some grief (or maybe he only did so in the book to seem nice) but yeah yeah yeah idk where im going w this but u get my point
#like if henry had just TALKED to Bunny#and tried to be patient depsite him running out of patience#my favorite and most hated genre of book is the same: 2 morons dont talk smthn out and then both end up dead#WAIT....IM JUST REALIZING#my one and only other favorite series?? HAS THE SAME STRUCTURE??? 2 BEST FRINEDS DONT TALK SMTHN OUT AND THEN THEY BOTH FUCKING DIE#IM SEEING A FUCKING PATTERN HERE#WTF I JUST REALIZED THIS#bunny corcoran#the secret history#tsh#henry winter#tsh donna tartt#winterbunny#francis abernathy#camilla macaulay#richard papen#charles macaulay
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When they saved you from a brothel (Luffy Edition)
Title: We can satiate your Hunger
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Luffy x prostitute!Reader
Other characters: None really
Category: adventure? Romance maybe? It's just Luffy being Luffy (?)
Warnings: Mention of slavery, violence, sex, I think... I'm not sure, but nothing explicit I guess. There's no smut in here, walk away, horny people!! (No wait come back!!)
Author's note: This is situated 6 years in the future because Idk, I wanted an older Luffy, at least when I wrote it I had that in mind but you can imagine this however you want! Also, this story was wrote with a female reader in mind.
You didn't started working there because you wanted.
When you were 15 your Mother/Father were sick and you wanted to help them.
You started cleaning the floors, washing dishes, serving the woman who needed help with make up or hairstyles.
The owner of the place tried to make you work for them as a prostitute, but you didn't wanted to.
So they started to pay less, at first just some berries. But those berries lost made you unable to pay for your parent medicine.
After a month without the medicine your parent started to feel worst and worst.
And like a balm, the brothel owner offered you a loan, just the right amount for the medicine.
And you thought the owner was a good person, that you would be able to pay back.
But one day some one robbed you and the owner give you more money.
In another occasion someone stole your clothes as it was drying in the sun, the owner gave you money to buy yourself some clothes.
You couldn't pay the owner back and somehow the loan got bigger and bigger until it became an impossible amount.
Then the owner offered a deal: You could pay working for them as a prostitute or he could turn you to the police for stealing.
That time there was no room for you to say no.
Since then they gave you a room, nice clothes and even a maiden to help you with everything you needed.
Close to no clothes, very tight clothes or the worst: Lingerie and a silk robe.
And you do what you are forced to do.
There are clients that are gentle but there are those who get violent, who creep you out, who enjoy when you say no.
It's a nightmare so you try to escape. At first you sneak out but get caught.
Then you jump from the window of your room, but the guards save you from a sure death.
When they realize that you are trying to kill yourself they start to drug you.
And that's the worst because then you can't leave, you need the drug if you don't have your dosage you start to feel ill. You feel like dying but without dying.
And then you just… give up.
Luffy
Luffy was not supposed to be there, he wasn't looking to get laid. However in the facade said "Pleasure house, we satiate your hunger"
So he entered, because he was hungry.
He just needed food since he got lost after a couple of hours after getting on the island.
They were there only to supply the ship with food and some other things needed.
Luffy being Luffy decided to explore and eventually got lost.
He saw the sign in the facade and entered. He sat there, asked for food and they served him some snacks and pineapple. Why were they giving him that? He didn't ask, it was food.
He saw you and… and nothing happened, because Luffy can't fall in love just from seeing a pretty face, he had seen the most beautiful woman alive naked and that didn't phase him.
However when the women of the house saw him, they started to throw themselves over him, they smiled and rubbed themselves on him but he didn't mind.
Since Luffy didn't pay attention to them, the women slowly, very slowly left him alone.
As you were serving wine to a client one of your friends let you know you could take a break. So you did.
Luffy can look like and act stupid, but he's good with social cues.
He notices the difference between the looks of the other woman and the way you looked at him at that moment.
Your eyes shine, there's a little smile in your painted lips… and your intentions, your intentions feel different. You didn't have lust in your eyes.
You were smiling because you found him cute and it was funny how he was eating all the snacks possible.
"Enjoying your food?" You ask him sitting by his side in the bar.
"Yeah, it's good," he answered while chomping on some meat.
"That's Lamb, it's very tender and juicy. You can try it with this" you handed him some sauce and he looked at you, directly to your eyes as if looking into your soul.
And he does, he actually sees through you and chooses to take your advice.
He hums in delight as he tries the meat with the sauce. He loves it.
That makes you giggle. You like how expressive he is.
"I'll leave you to your food" you told him and he nodded as you walked away.
Luffy followed you with his gaze for a moment before going back to his food.
Moments later the bartender started berating him about eating as if it was a restaurant.
Which only made Luffy ask "is this not a restaurant?"
"Of course not, this is a pleasure house!"
"But it says you can satisfy my hunger"
You giggled because there was no failure in his logic.
"Listen, if you are not taking one of our girls, we can't keep giving you food"
Luffy's hunger was so big he pointed at you like a toddler and say "I'll take her"
Suddenly you were in a room with a man who hadn't presented himself, who hadn't tried to get your attention and chose you out of the blue. Not only that he had taken away your break.
"You are rude, mister," you told him, seeing how he steadily ate everything.
"I'm no mister" he let you know with a mouthful of meat. "I'm Luffy"
You looked at him, having a feeling you had heard that name before. Thinking about it gave you a headache, but it also gave you the idea you had seen his face before.
But then again, you saw many men every day, hovering over you, calling your name. The faces blurred over time. Maybe you had served him before.
"I'm Y/n" you presented yourself looking at him ate. It made you think that maybe he had a weird fetiche with eating in front of women.
But he wasn't actually paying attention to you.
"Can I do something for you?" You asked, noticing that he had gotten fatter than before. Was that even possible?
You had seen him before, he had a lean body with nice muscles, six pack, and an attractive chest. He was a total hotty.
"What are you?" You asked surprised by what you were seeing.
"A gum gum man!" He said
"A what now?"
"I ate a devil fruit"
You looked at him mouth agape.
"I can stretch like gum!" He said and stretched one of his arms to put it over your head, ruffling your hair.
"What is a devil fruit? How do you do that? We're did you find that?" You were so surprised and saw him with such wonder that made Luffy look at you as if you were a weird bug.
"How do you not know that?" He asked "everyone knows about devil fruits"
You looked down embarrassed. You couldn't tell him the truth: You were being drugged and had lost parts of your memories, that faces blurred and the drug helped you forget the worst parts of your job.
"I just don't" you admitted but Luffy noticed your change in demeanor, so he solved your questions as he ate.
And when he got satisfied, he stood up, went to bed and fell asleep.
Now if he didn't want to have sex it was up to him, he was paying for your time anyway.
You laid in bed by his side and pinched his cheek and stretched it a little. It was funny. Looking after him you fell asleep.
2 hours later you woke up by the side of him but he wasn't fat anymore, he had the same toned body from when he entered the pleasure house.
You could touch it if you wanted, not everyday you had the luxury of having such a pleasure.
But instead of touching his very appealing body, your hand went through his hair, combing his soft black hair back.
His face was as attractive as the rest of his body but you enjoyed combing his hair, it gave you a warm sensation in your chest, a warmness that had nothing to do with sex.
"You're cute" he suddenly said and you noticed he was awake.
"Am I?" You teased caressing his face, slowly moving to his lips.
"But you know that" he added and you made a pout.
"I have to look good if I want clients" you said without thinking.
"Nee, why you do this?" Luffy said furrowing his eyebrows.
"What do you mean?" You stopped combing his hair and it was his turn to pout like a child.
"Keep playing with my hair" he said, taking your hand to put on his head.
"Please" he added when you giggled at his order.
"Fine, but answer the question"
"You don't seem happy here, why do you stay?" Luffy asked as you combed his hair. You doubted for a moment
"I can't leave, I'm a slave" you stated with seriousness.
"a slave? But you are not in shackles" he frowned and you saw him for the first time as the man he was.
"Some people don't need shackles to be slaves" his face showed annoyance and you didn't like it, you liked him more when he smiled so you straddled him and bent down to kiss him.
His lips were soft and tasted like the pineapple he had eaten. Your tongue explored his mouth and he let you, barely moving his own tongue.
You separated to take a breath, thinking he had forgotten the topic.
"Are you comfortable being a slave?" He asked and you saw him surprised by how ineffective that kiss had been.
"I don't remember freedom," you confessed.
"What?" He was so perplexed it made you smile
"They make me take a drug that makes me forget things, I've forgotten my past"
He placed a hand on your cheek and his thumb made the motion of cleaning a tear, even if you weren't crying.
"You need help" he said and you laughed
"I have asked for help, I can remember it but I can feel it"
"Ask for my help"
"Can you help me?" You asked with apprehension
"I'm a pirate, I can do whatever I want!" He stated so confidently that made you giggle, it was like hearing a child but the man in front of you seemed to be in his early 20's
"Then take me away" you asked softly, playing along with him, voicing your real dreams out loud "I want to be a pirate and collect a handful of earth from every island in the world!" You stated confidently knowing you would probably forget about all of this.
"Why do you want a handful of earth? that's weird!" he said and you laid back by his side with your head in his chest only to extend a hand towards the ceiling, making a fist.
"Because then I'll have proof of every place I've been! There will be proof that I lived! Even if I forget, there will be proof of my actions!"
"It's weird tho!" He said and you laughed.
"You make me want to be free" you added.
"Then we should go!" He said standing suddenly like a spring.
His arm suddenly grew longer and wrapped around your waist before putting you over his shoulder.
"What the…?" Before you ended the sentence Luffy started running.
You panicked as he punched his way out of the pleasure house.
Luffy on the other side was laughing.
From the perspective of your friends, coworkers and clients, you were being kidnapped.
Only that when you were out of the pleasure house he ran back in.
Seconds later people started running away. Your friend, the staff, the bodyguards half beaten to death. In a couple of minutes everyone has left and a gigantic fist pierced the building making it crumble.
"Y/n! Let's go!" Luffy said as he came out of the clouds of dust.
"Luffy, that was awesome" you said, impressed by what you had just witnessed.
"Yeah, they deserve it, now where are the docks?"
"Oi Luffy! I told you not to go too far away!!" An angry woman yelled from the deck of a pirate ship when you got closer.
"We got just in time" Luffy announced as he jumped aboard carrying you bridal style and the red head looked at you with a questioning eyebrow.
'oh shit, is this the girlfriend?' you thought to yourself.
"Nee, Captain, who is this?" She asked as Luffy put you down.
"She's our new nakama, her name is Y/n" He said, putting you down.
"Nice to meet you, " you said, bowing to her.
"Oi, Luffy, why did you destroy that building?" A man with a long nose asked, making you jump at his sudden apparition.
"I'll tell you later, where is Chopper? I need him to check on Y/n" Luffy and the reindeer came out of his office leaving you speechless.
"Chopper we got a patient!" Someone guided you to the reindeer.
"Oh! Right… Y/n should I get a handful or earth!?" Asked Luffy with a shout making you turn towards him. He was smiling so widely that it was contagious.
"Yes, Luffy, Thank you!"
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Coming soon: Zoro Edition
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omg i love the way u write jjk characters! i was reading ur work and had a scenario that i thought would be so fun to read from you if you like the idea! i was thinking abt if you got drunk with them at the school (like maybe all the students sneak to one persons dorm or something), how they would act drunk, how they would treat u, what would happen etc. my favs are toge and yuji but you could do whoever ofc!
ok idk if this is exactly what you were looking for but since i've wrtten a few fics now where drinking/partying was the theme, i'm gonna assign the jjk crews their party night roles lolol so enjoy
ITADORI YUUJI is the life of the party, obviously. he's the type to bring jello shots to the function and if no one wants them, he'll eat em all himself. he's the guy that you dare to do stuff as the night goes on. he's the guy that somehow, at the end of each party, is missing a shirt. did he go swimming? did someone spill on it? did he spill on it? (most likely) everyone laughs but no one really complains about it. he's always got a fun plan or game in mind to keep the night going, and everyone's happy to have him there.
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI is the shy-at-first guest. he's slow when he first gets there, and always claims he doesn't want to get too fucked up. he's got a never ending amount of excuses up his sleeve as to why he can't take that shot with you, or be your partner for beer pong. but give him an hour to warm up. he'll spend that time lining up a fire playlist and semi-mingling. the trick to getting him to loosen up? just a quick smoke first. don't jump on him with it, but if he sees a joint being passed around, he can't resist just a couple puffs. what's the harm, right? a couple puffs and he's giving in to whatever other party shenanigans come his way.
KUGISAKI NOBARA is in charge of the photography for the evening. everyone's instagrams and snapchat stories are well taken care of when she's around. in the early parts of the evening they're casual photos, fit checks, some candids of the laughing group as they play games or eat pizza. she's quite good with lighting and angles, and no one complains when she shoves her phone in their face. as the night goes on, she probably documents more than she should- toge drawing on yuuta's face while he's passed out, yuuji shirtless and covering himself in whipped cream on a dare- but it's always too funny to go through them the next day and delete half the evidence.
PANDA is the dancer. if he's drinking, he's dancing. it doesn't matter how many drinks are in his system. it doesn't matter if the music is particularly fun- or even playing. he's got too much excitement from hanging out with his friends and is down for a good time. he's also easy to coerce into pranking someone.
INUMAKI TOGE is the coercer of pranks. if someone passes out, he's always got a marker on him. he always has the best dares for truth or dare, and isn't afraid when others want to get their revenge. he's that class-clown energy at the party. sometimes it's annoying, but it's always undeniably funny. he definitely likes those tacky party favors from spencers. especially the big dick shaped syringes for taking shots. he's got a lot of sus 'party decorations'. but let's be real it's really fucking funny when he breaks out the newest one. also if he gets too drunk he will use his cursed speech for the sake of humor.
ZEN'IN MAKI is the bartender and general caretaker of the group. she's the best at mixed drinks and knows everyone's favorite, but always has something new to try. as the designated bartender she's also the one subtly making sure everyone is on a good track for the night. most of the time it just meant keeping an eye on yuuji and toge, reminding them to have some water every once in a while went a long way. and she's not afraid to cut you off if you're getting sloppy. i also think she'd roll the fattest, cleanest joints when she's not mixing drinks.
OKKOTSU YUUTA is the first to fall asleep. he's a good time, don't get me wrong. he loves the games and the dancing and the goofing around, but he's an overworked boy and... a bit of a lightweight. motherfucker takes two hits and is shaking his head the rest of the rotation. it's kinda cute that his eyes get all red after so little before he raids the snack table. maki knows he has a five drink limit before he either needs to drink water or rally or... as usual, he's slumped into the couch and snoozing away. it's a miracle that he can sleep so hard when the music is blasting and everyone has to yell to be heard- especially when it's itadori yelling. by the end of the night, someone's thrown a blanket over him, and toge's vandalized his face with permanent marker.
#THIS WAS SO FUN AAHHH HEHEHE#megumi brainrot#yuuji brainrot#nobara brainrot#maki brainrot#toge brainrot#yuuta brainrot#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fanfiction#jujtusu kaisen fanfiction#itadori yuuji x reader#fushiguro megumi x reader#inumaki toge x reader#okkotsu yuuta x reader
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So, we talk a lot about Quarry headcanons and what could have been on the Brainrot Discord server that Kat made and one of the things I keep thinking about is how they gave (at least some of) the characters these sets of skills that never really impact gameplay, and I think it would be really cool if they did. Like, if there was more variety in who could be sent on which path. Switching Kaitlyn to the Hackett house path with Laura and Ryan to the scrapyard with Dylan being a popular one for fanfic, but also, idk, maybe Dylan won't let Ryan go without him so he ends up on the Hackett house path too? Maybe Abi steps up to go with Kaitlyn to the scrapyard and has to figure out the crane even though it's way out of her skillset, maybe Emma and Jacob can actually come back and link up with the rest of the gang instead of being stuck out in the woods for so long, stuff like that.
I'm just thinking about what their skills might be and how that might impact the game. Also keep in mind that if the character you most need for a task ends up up dead before that task comes along, it's going to be carnage for everyone else, which would up the replay value significantly IMO.
Kaitlyn: Shooting. She's a MUCH better shot than Ryan, if we can believe the Shooting Stars scoreboard (four of the actual children attending the camp score higher than him), but we never see that in the game? What if the aiming mechanism was actually different between different characters? What if there were shots you could make more easily as Kaitlyn, that were harder to pull off as Ryan?
Ryan: Agility. Guy does a lot of running and jumping, what if there were timed segments that were easier to complete as Ryan within the allotted time, or else something consequential happened? Good luck if you ended up plodding along with Jacob instead, now Abi and Nick are both mauled and turning, or something like that.
Dylan: Tech. Dylan's the physics nerd who slays at the crane game. What if you could bring him to the Hackett house and he could figure out the electric circuit puzzle in no time, but that meant someone else had to help Kaitlyn in the scrapyard? Maybe Ryan can still save Jacob without him but he takes too much time and the Hacketts catch you and pick off one of your party.
Jacob: Strength. Jakey's probably the buffest of the dudes, so maybe there are times you need a pair of strong arms or legs and Jacob's the only one who can come through. They also show us him picking locks but he never does that in an impactful situation, so maybe he'd have a lesser talent for that as well.
Abi: Stealth. Okay, so Abi runs and hides? Maybe she's awesome at hiding, then? Maybe she can get through parts of the game undiscovered by the werewolves that other characters can't. Maybe her being short AF means she can fit into hiding spots that you can't cram the leggy bois like Dylan and Nick into.
Emma: Observation. Emma's always watching and analyzing everyone's behavior and documenting things on her phone. Maybe she can find evidence or tarot cards others can't, or put pieces of the mystery together in ways no one else thinks of. Emma's a badass in the game, but it would be cool to see her 'documentarian' side come in handy prior to the credits rolling, too.
Nick: Climbing. I completely made this up because we don't get to see Nick do much besides try to pull his crush, suck face on a dare with Emma, and get mauled, but we do know he takes kids through the ropes course based on his dialogue with Abi, plus he's tall so he's got long arms and legs! Maybe he's the aerial expert. Maybe he can scale fences and get important items down from trees. Maybe he can climb up and free other characters who get stuck in those snare traps. (Obviously this assumes someone else can be the Designated Werewolf Victim, which I also think would improve the game.)
This also assumes Laura and Max keep their current roles, but I'd be up for that to be changeable too. It's not that I necessarily want a higher number of choices available, I just want the choices we can make to actually impact the gameplay and story arc more! Anyway, that's my Quarry ramble for the day (unless I come up with another one). Anyone else have thoughts?
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Month six: Army nurse (October)
Summary: Sy is too grumpy and proud to ask for help, so you do what needs to be done.
Content Warnings: fluff, grumpy sy, bad writing idk lol APOLOGIES
Word Count: (idk Ill put this up later sorry sorry sorry)
October 4th:
“Can I doodle on your cast?”
It was Sunday. The most sacred day of the week. The weather had been getting gloomier recently, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Fall was your favourite season by far.
You and Sy were hanging on the couch, 4 hours into the Harry Potter marathon you finally convinced him to partake in.
“Hmm?” He groaned sleepily
“Can I draw something on your cast?” You repeated your earlier request
“Like what?”
“I don’t knoooww…I’m bored” you whined
“You’re kidding right? You nagged my damn ear off about these movies and now you’re bored?”
“Well not bored bored just, I need something else to do while we’re watching.”
Sy huffed as he ran his palm over his face and down his beard, clearly debating you request.
“Oh pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?” You begged
“Fine! But I better not catch you drawing a dick or some shit” he grumbled, making you chuckle as you jumped up to get your markers.
October 10th:
'Syverson, I swear to god if you don't pipe down and eat your damn veggies Im gonna tie you down and make you.'
The man was stubborn as a damn bull, but so were you damnit.
“Is that a promise, darling?” he replied with that damn smirk of his, making you roll your eyes as you tried to hide the inevitable blush creeping up your cheeks.
“Can it and eat” you rushed out, pointing your fork at him.
You wanted to help him. That’s what good friends do. Sure, some days you debated to either push him down the stairs or kiss him silly. But neither of those seemed very friendly of you, so you settled for just helping him.
It didn’t seem to bad at first, but the longer that damn cast stayed on, the grumpier he got.
You understood he was a man of pride, you really did, but there really wasn’t any shame in allowing you to help him from time to time, at least that’s how you saw it, but try explaining that to captain grumpy…
October 17th:
“I said I was fine didn’t I?” Sy grumbled, trying to manoeuvre himself through the kitchen on his crutches.
'Would you stop acting like a damn child?' You yelled
'Then stop treating me like a damn child!'
“Im not! I’m just trying to help!”
“I don’t need your damn help! I’m a grown man and I was doing just fine before you came along”
Okay, that stung.
'Fine!' Have it your way!' you huffed, 'Aika, c'mere girl' you called out, allowing Aika to walk past you and out the door before you slammed it angrily behind you.
You walked through the chilly, orange tinted streets with Aika trotting proudly beside you, glancing up at you every few seconds.
'He such an ass...' you grumbled, hugging yourself tighter as the cold fall breeze huffed passed you, helping you cool off.
Part of you had hoped having Sy back in the apartment would ease your ‘crush’ or whatever it was you had going on. You spent months trying to convince yourself you were just horny and alone. Fantasising about your hot roommate while he was away was just a way of coping. Right?
Except that since Sy came home your feelings had been all over the place. You worried about him like crazy. Which kinda scared you. You were nobody to him, so why did it matter to you wether or not he ate his damn vegetables?
Every time he made a flirty comment, you thought maybe he felt it too, but then when you offered to help him, he’d get all grumpy and cold. Sometimes you just felt ridiculous for even trying.
Your internal rant got interrupted when you felt Aika’s leash tug on your arm, bringing you to a rather abrupt halt.
“Wha- Aika come on.” You called, looking back at where she was currently sitting.
For a second you wondered why she had stopped, but then you noticed something.
She was sitting right next to some run down costume store. Nothing special at first glance, but then you noticed something in the window. For $29.99 including fake stethoscope and the promise of at least 4 jaws on the floor per room you walk into; a mildly sexist, hot nurse outfit.
“What do you think, Aika?” You looked down at your furry companion and you swore she nodded in agreement.
You've never bought something so fast in your entire life.
October 21th:
“what...what are you doing? Is that one of my chopsticks?!' You shrieked as you entered the living room, only mildly horrified by what you were currently looking at.
Syverson was sitting on the couch, well, sitting wasn't exactly the proper term for it. He was damn near folded in half. His big, muscly body bend over his stretched leg with one of your chopsticks in his hand, trying to poke around his cast.
“My foot itches,” he grumbled “Can you please just help?”
The past couple of days you tried avoiding Sy. He hadn’t apologised, neither had you. You figured it was one of those things you best ignored, but as he sat there whining for your help, you couldn’t help but make a snarky comment.
'Oh so, now you need my help?' you commented, rolling your eyes as you stepped closer, Aika still by your side.
You took the chopstick from him and carefully prodded around inside his cast. Sy fell back on the couch, groaning in relief.
'Little lower...just a little-Ah! Right there, sugar! Fucking hell...'
His words alone made your cheeks glow bright red, let alone the damn sounds he was making...You desperatly searched for a change of topic, when a certain scent hit your nostrils.
'Hey uh...Sy? When did u last shower?' You asked, retreating the chopstick and giving his big toe a poke. Sy propped himself up to look at you, raising his eyebrow at your comment.
“A proper shower? Must have been months.” He replied, chuckling at your grossed out face
'I've washed the important bits, don't you worry, sugar.' He winked
“Judging by this smell, I seriously doubt it.' you replied, trying to ignore yet another one of his flirty comments. Sometimes it felt like he knew what went on in your brain. Every dream, every fantasy. It felt like he saw right through you.
“It ain’t that bad.” He said, just when Aika stuck her nose near his foot, quickly retreating once she smelled his cast.
“See that? Even our dog won’t go near it!”
Normally, Sy would have been quick with a response, but he was busy trying to ignore the way his chest fluttered when you said ‘our dog’.
'You smell ripe, old man. This could be used as a fucking nuclear weapon. One whiff of this and the entire middle east would wave a white flag in a second.' you stated
'Hey, watch your mouth young lady!' Sy shot back with a raised finger.
'I could help you, if you want.' you carefully suggested
'Help me with what?' He grinned, knowing exactly what you were saying.
'Help you wash...'
'My important bits?' he teased
'Oh forget it' you groaned, turning away making Sy laugh
Before you could get too far, Sy got ahold of your wrist and tugged you back, making you sit down next to him.
“If you really wanted to see my dick that bad, you could’a just asked, sugar”
'I'm just worried your dick is growing a second dick"
That actually made him chuckle. The sound made your heart soar a little and you tried to ignore it.
“Well both of my dicks are fine, thank you very much”
He sat up, his face mere centimeters from yours. His fingers danced along your face, brushing some stray hairs out of his way. His voice got real low and quiet when he said,
'Besides, I'm not allowed to get this cast wet.'
Your eyes grew wide, as they gazed into his devilish ones.
He was doing this on purpose. He knew how he made you feel, the effect he had on you, he knew.
It took ever fibre in your body to shake yourself out of it.
“Okay, first of all, I meant when the cast comes off and second of all you’d be wearing underwear you moron” you stated, “and you damn well knew I meant that.”
Sy tried to hide his grin as he looked down and gave Aika a pet on her head.
“Why do you insist on helping me so much?” He asked, rather serious all of a sudden
“Because, well…I don’t know, we’re roommates” you mumbled,
“Doesn’t mean anything” he said dryly
That pissed you off a bit.
“Well, it does to me.” You replied, “Your family lives far away, and I know for a fact you’re far too proud to actually ask anyone else to come and help you.”
Sy didn’t interrupt you, so you continued, getting a little more riled up as you spoke.
“I live here now, wether you like it or not. It might not mean shit to you, but it means something to me. I’m a good roommate and an even better friend. Im not gonna let you rot away. I wanna help you because I’m a decent fucking person and it’s the bare minimum I can do.” You rambled before adding, “Oh and truth be told, Sy, I figured you’d do the same for me if the roles were reversed, but I’m strongly debating that right now.”
You don’t know when exactly you got upset, but suddenly you wanted to be anywhere but here.
“I’m gonna take Aika for her walk now if you-”
“Could you please drive me to the hospital on Monday?” Sy interrupted you
“What?”
“My cast comes off on Monday, I’d appreciate it if you could drive me.” He stated again
“I uh, yeah sure. I can get a day off from work.”
“Thanks” he muttered, scratching the back of his head
And just like that, Sy had finally apologised to you.
October 23rd:
“My colleagues are throwing a halloween party next week, you should come. Get out the house, socialise, that sorta thing?”
You were driving Sy back from the hospital, where he had finally gotten his cast removed. The doctor said he needed at least 4 weeks of physio-therapy, but he should be fine, which was a huge relief.
“Not really a big fan of parties, sugar.” He replied “plus, I aint got no custume.”
“You have your army clothes, don’t you? I could splatter some ketchup on you if you want.” You joked, making him crack a smile, showing off his fangs in the process.
“Or a vampire…” you mumbled, staring at his pearly whites.
“What?”
“Uh, n-nothing!” You replied, focussing back on the road, “So what do you say, huh? I think a party would do you good, Captain grumpy.”
“Hmm…what are you going as?” He asked, brow raised as per usual.
“Ill tell you if you let me cut your hair.” You suggested
“Like hell! You ain’t touching my hair, woman!”
“What if you just let me wash it then?”
“You really wanna get me naked, don’t you?” He joked, making you role your eyes
“I meant over the sink but whatever, dumbass”
“Fine, ill let you wash my hair if you tell me what you’re going as.”
“And let me cut it?!”
“Okay fine! And Ill let you cut it! Just tell me already.”
You smirked at your small victory before saying, “I’m going as a nurse”.
Sy’s eyes twinkled at the thought of you in a nurse outfit
“Ill go with you if you wear it while washing my hair” he smirked
“You’re an actual dog, Syverson.”
October 28th:
“Are you sure you know what your doing?” Sy asked unsure
He was propped on one of your high chairs over the sink at the kitchen island. You had a pair of scissors and a bunch of hair products scattered all over the marble top.
“Sure, can’t be that hard, can it?” You smiled, “now just relax”
You checked the temperature of the water on your hand before gentle running the tap over Sy’s dark head of hair. Your free hand softly wove through his locks, nails massing into his scalp.
“Oh fuck…” he muttered under his breath
“Too hot?” You asked
“N-no no, s’perfect sugar. Feels nice.”
His eyes were closed and you could see the tension seep out of his body as you rinsed out his hair.
A proud smile tugged at your lips with every appreciative hum that came from him.
You studied his face carefully as you took your time washing and conditioning his hair. Not a lot was said, but you didn’t mind. The silence allowed you to look at his beautiful face. Every scar, every spot, every hair. He was so gorgeous it almost hurt your eyes. Peace was a good look on him.
When his hair was all rinsed out, you gently towel-dried it, before draping the towel over his shoulders and grabbing the scissors.
Your fingers tangled through his locks as you studies his hair carefully, trying to figure out a starting point.
“Alright so, I’ll just trim up the sides a little and just shorten the general length. Sound good?”
“Whatever you say, Sugar…” Sy hummed, making you grin.
You were enjoying his compliant behaviour until you accidentally closed your first a bit too tight, pulling the root of his hair so hard his head yanked back a little, making Sy groan in what you presumed was pain.
“Oh shit, sorry!” You rushed out, soothing his scalp gently over the sore spot.
Sy let out a yelp that turned into half a groan before it became a couch as he jumped up and faced away from you.
“I-uh…gotta go to the bathroom real quick, I’ll be right back.” He mumbled before walking off, pulling the towel off his shoulders and holding it against his crotch…
…hmm…weird?
October 31rd:
“I just don’t wanna go alone, Sy, come on! I don’t know a bunch of people there”
You yelled from down the hall. Sy was sitting on the couch in the living room, the same spot he’d been sitting all day.
His leg had been killing him all day. You just knew it.
Ofcourse he would never tell you because first of all, he can’t stand it when you’re right and second of all he didn’t wanna ruin her night. If he told her, she’ll stay home and miss the party, and he didn’t want that.
“You’ve been sitting on the couch all day! It’s gonna do you good to get out of the house” you spoke, standing closer to him now.
He finally looked up from the tv to see you standing in your nurse costume, stethoscope hanging over your shoulders, knee high socks hugging your thighs, heels just the right height…
It’s a shame you’re not a real nurse because Sy’s was definitely experiencing some shortness of breath…
“Nah, sorry Sugar, but you go have fun” he said, trying his best not to sound like he was in excruciating pain “I’m gonna go take a shower”
“A cold one”, he silently added.
“Fine, I’ll see you later then.” You watched as he made his way to the bathroom
It was clear from the way he was walking that he wasn’t doing good.
You heard him turn on the water as your rummaged through your purse, double checking if you had everything you needed.
After doing a final mirror check, you were about to walk out the door but you were stopped by a loud thud and a yell coming from the bathroom.
“Sy?!” You yelled out a little panicked, but you didn’t get any response
Before you could stop yourself you rushed to the bathroom and barged in, seeing Sy laying on the bathroom floor in nothing but his boxers. (A pair that looked a little familiar to you for some reason, but that’s besides the point)
“Sy, what the hell?! Are you okay??” You rushed to his side, quickly checking him for injuries
“Damn leg won’t do what I want it to” he groaned out
“How many painkillers have you taken today?”
“Took my last one this morning…m’all out…” he mumbled
“Sy you should have told me, I could have stopped by the pharmacy!”
“I’m a grown ma-”
“Yeah yeah you’re a grown man, I’ve heard it!” You interrupted “a grown man would have made sure he had enough pain meds!”
“I have some extra’s in the cupboard for emergencies.” You said, “I’m gonna get you some and then I’m gonna run you a bath and you’re gonna let me help you for once.”
“You don’t have to, really…”
“Oh relax, you can keep your boxers on but I’m not letting you shower by yourself when you can barely stand”
“What about your party?” He asked
“What about it?” You replied calmly as you walked out the room to get his meds.
A good 20 minutes later the smell of pumpkin spice and cinnamon filled the room along with the calming sounds of the water.
At first he had whined about not needing a bath bomb but you just knew he secretly enjoyed being pampered as much as you loved pampering him.
You were sitting next to the tub, absentmindedly running your loofah over his muscular back when suddenly, amidst the silence, you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
“What’s so funny, Sugar?” He asked, raising his brow as he stared at you.
“You finally got me to give you a bath in the stupid costume…”
A/N: AAAAAAAAA ITS FINALLY POSTED IM SO SORRY PLS DONT HATE ME IM SORRY IF ITS BAD ALSO JDHHDUZFZSFXFC Im currently on vacation and I swear I wrote like 95 procent of this on my phone at the pool and Im now finally posted this from my moms laptop so HAVE MERCY ON ME PLSSSS xoxo as always comments and reblogs are very highly appreciated!
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hello, lamb! what are your fav hannigram fanfics? xx
I'll give you a worthy fic rec, anon!
(all on ao3)
The Seventh Sense: it's my go-to comfort fic, it's lengthy and I always reread it out of order simply because there are so many chapters where it's just fluff and smut and them being husbands. I love the details on the writing, and how it is first person Will's pov. Slightly ooc behavior sometimes, but minor and passable. It's essentially post-fall murder husbands living in Europe, being husbands in their fancy hotel rooms. There's plot and even Clarice, but it's mostly them being in love and such.
Bram Stocker's Hannibal: absolutely perfect, it's theatrical and over the top, first person in Hannibal's pov (for most of the fic, but it changes povs quite regularly). What makes it a favorite for me it's their dynamic of worshipper/pretty princess lol. I love me a dainty Will (I blame Hugh) aesthetic and in this fic, we get two Wills! One that is more like our original Will and one who is a past life Will, our dainty indulgence. Trigger warning: quite a lot of Alana/Will actually, but idk, they make it up for it (believe me, otherwise it'd be unbearable for me, so rest assured, it's fine and it doesn't ruin the fic). Also: victorian!
Cuts Unscene: essentially little moments we "didn't see on the show", you know how we always say we wanted those in between scenes? This is the fic, but as if they were a thing since the start, but we just didn't see it onscreen lol. It's amazing and even has season four, although I like the iteration of seasons one to three best. I adore when they write them together since season one, and this is one of my favorites in that category!
The Cat's Meow: crack, incredibly sweet where Hannibal is a russian blue kitty cat, it's short and the cutest.
Shark Tank: they meet in prison, Will is H's prison bitch for a lack of a better term lol, this one grows on ya, the first time I tried, I didn't like it, but then I gave it another shot and ended up enjoying it quite a lot, actually. It's obviously a bit crazy but, idk, I liked their dynamic. It's more on the fast-paced, "fun" side (by fun I mean not emotionally heavy as most hannigram's fics?).
Bloodline: shorter, super fun to read vampire AU, where both are vamps. Witty and fast paced, not victorian, though, like the dracula one, this one's more modern.
Black Rock Mountain: amazing AU where Will wanders and Hannibal is a nice, fancy man who gives him a ride on the side of the road. It's shorter, but easy to read, fast paced and very hot.
How To Save a Life: very short and it's so sad because it's one of the best I've ever read. It's basically "Will tries to jump off a bridge but ends up offering himself up to a cannibalistic serial killer", but it's just...perfect. So them.
A Great And Gruesome Height: beautifully written, classic post-fall, very realistic in terms of what could've actually happened in season four, amazing characterization, both are very congruent with canon.
As Soft As Wide As Air: another classic post-fall, what can I say besides really nice characterization, dialogue feels realistic/canon, and also a very probable season four version!
Herringbone: um the worst? it's the best, but man, brace yourself, and definitely avoid this one if you're struggling with depression or anxiety, I had to take a few breathers with this one cause the author just absolutely *murders*, amazingly written, extremely realistic inner dialogue , you simply get pulled into the narrative and it is dark as fuck, not even in terms of content (I mean the show has dark content so lol) but more so in terms of Will's state of mind and wow, just wow, I ate 66 chapters up in two days, basically destroyed my sleep schedule and eye sight but worth it. I cried and I panicked and I felt every emotion. good luck lol, it's amazing but it's tough.
#hungover from herringbone#still recovering dont talk to me i am unwell#hannigram#nbc hannibal#hannibal#will graham#murder husbands#hannibal lecter#ask the lamb#fanfic#fic rec
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Hello, I know you had like a lot of lee!changbin fics but I think you could create like a lee!Minho and ler!bangchan. Maybe Lee know could get a lee mood that progressively gets worse. And then goes to chan and like acts bratty to get like a punishment. I don't know honestly. I've never written so idk how hard it is. Good luck.
Here kitty kitty~
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Note: AHH my first inbox! Sorry this took so long.. and lee know always looks so done with Chan.. cuties
T/w: Use of tools, restraints, begging
Lee: know
Ler: Channie
Lee Know absolutely hated this feeling. The feeling of butterflies swarming his tummy, the way he would stamp his feet and giggle like a female high-schooler in those retro movies when he watched clips of him being tickled, seeing his bright smile that he was always quick to hide, he hated it.
And to say he absolutely despised lee moods were an understatement.
It started off as a weird tingling feeling on his body, not enough to hinder his performance but enough to make itself known. Then it progressively made its way basically everywhere, including his soul. It was tearing him apart, mentally and physically, jumping at every small touch his members would give, and scowling right after before storming off.
Worried the members tried their very best to reach out to no avail, only earning very harsh words that spewed from the bunny's mouth, telling them that it wasn't their business. It wasn't, but concerned frowns were all over their faces as Lee Know grew more secluded and solemn, as if he had made a cat den in his room at that point.
He scoured through the internet in his best attempts to find what kept him so flustered and so up at night, tired of ignoring his members as he didn't want to be so open about this weird new experience, and his eyes finally landed on exactly what he wanted. His heart dropped and his eyes widened, refreshing the page over and over again to clear his doubts as the words stared right back at him.
A lee mood..? Wanting to be tickled? That was ridiculous!
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking on his door, making him groan to his absolute dismay. Flinging open the door in his frustration, he was met with none other than Chan, who wore concern as if it was his clothing around him, a bag of something in his hands. He looked him up and done as if a judge, before letting the leader inside with no questions asked. The kangaroo gave a small but warm smile, melting the bunny's interior in less than a second.
"What's wrong? You've been quite moody recently..." The older started off hesitantly, waddling towards the dancer to cuddle him when he noticed that Minho curled towards himself in bed with a very obvious pout. The younger let out a shriek of surprise, only heightening his mood more as an more obvious flush than his pout made its way to his face.
When the bunny didn't respond, Chan only spiralled deeper into worry, searching his bag to pull out what looked like a cat toy. It had a feather attached at the end, making Minho wonder in confusion, and more of the other one where it made his mind turn to mush.
"I heard this is good for gentle therapy, or something, but please?" The oldest pleaded with what could be considered the cutest little puppy face Lee Know had ever seen, making him babble in protest before ultimately giving in, by that it meant lasting for ten seconds. He was too cute; and it was a terrifying weapon towards the members at times, most likely also not knowing what he was even talking about.
With consent finally in place, the younger shuddered when he felt the fluffy item run gently under his chin, making him bit his lip to hold down his giggles. He must've made quite the scene, as Chan soon enough let up when it barely hit the minute mark, staring at the dancer's cheeks in mischievousness that bloomed behind his worried expression.
"Lee Minho, does it perhaps...tickle to you?" Chan chuckled lowly, the Australian accent prominent through his soft laughter as his fingers that once wrapped the younger in a comforting embrace curled into his side, the other hand toying with the feather item right in front of his eyes. The oldest finally caught the gist of what was happening, and was going to finally lure the cat out of its den.
"S-Shut up, old man." Minho internally cursed himself for stammering, squeaking when he felt fingers press into his side. He curled himself into the leader, wanting to crawl back into his den after just gaining a sliver of hope dangled above him that his stupid mood would finally be solved. But when it was someone that teasing, someone who was going to do this to him? He would rather dig his own grave.
"Nah ah~ Not how you talk to your elders, and I think you need a little lesson, hm?" Chan tutted at the dancer's predicament, giggling along with him when he noticed the flustered smile plastered on his face when he brought the toy closer. Of course he never touched the dancer, he wanted him to beg, beg for his reward that wasn't going to come unfairly to him.
"That's why you're so old." The cat hissed, his scowl returning to hide the swarms of butterflies that made his tummy feel like he was going to ascend. The leader might've been his only hyung, but he was really going to risk it all before admitting that he wanted to be tickled silly. Unfortunately or fortunately, Chan took it as his last straw, pinning the bunny's wrists high above his head and tying it down with his belt, the leather surface against his wrists so it wouldn't hurt.
The cat, now forced to leave its shelter had his eyes widened, crumbling before Bangchan's eyes while his knees were turning to jelly. He tugged and pulled at the belt that restrained his arm, finally realising the consequences of his bratty behaviour. No matter to Chan, he was going to make him pay with laughter soon enough. The younger squealed again when the same cat toy made its comeback down his arms, curse himself for wearing a tank top today in courtesy of his mood.
He clamped down his lips hard enough to bleed, whimpering when the feather went a little bit too close to his armpit before trailing back up, shaking his head in the light, ticklish torture that he was forced to endure.
"Here kitty kitty~ Are you going to tell me what you want?" The older cooed sweetly, earning a not so very nice snap of insults through held back giggles from the dancer. The leader heaved a disappointed sigh, when would Minho realise that it wasn't wrong to feel this way? It'll be fine, he'll ensure that that's the only thing he'll remember by the end of this.
"ARGH! Hyuhuhung stop it!" Minho shrieked when his other arm was tortured with Chan's nails, manicured to perfection that trailed down his smooth skin slowly and delicately, making it tickle much more than it should've. Out came no response, only the soft trailing of the feather and his nails that always went to dip near his armpits just to leave. Eventually the older got bored, although the younger was practically writhing in agony of anticipation, he wanted more.
Lifting up the dancer's shirt, the trailed the toy around his belly button, his nails now drawing tiny hearts around the area with a knowing smirk on his face, awaiting the crack he was wanting the dancer to finally have.
"NO! P-Plehehease not this!" Minho begs, just wanting the stupid toy to finally dip into his navel, but nothing happened, and neither did Chan say anything. He just continued lazily tracing around his navel, leaving Lee Know to suffer in the anticipation that he brought upon himself.
"Fine! I'll beheheg! T...Tickle mehehe!" He finally caves, unable to take the gentle tracing anymore when they neared too close to his ribs, then down to his hips, then around his sides, but all of it was futile when his hands refused to move anywhere near the certain area, only focusing back onto his stomach eventually.
"The cat finally comes out of its den, how cute~" Chan taunts relentlessly, before putting the cat toy aside to rummage through his bag again. He came out with what looked like a hair brush, with the softest bristles ever. Minho gulped, he was so dead, he hoped his members had prepared his coffin in advance as the brush hovered over his tummy.
"I was going to brush your hair with this, but maybe I could give that stomach a cute little hairdo!" Obviously he was joking, it'd be another world if his tummy could grow hair. Lee Know shook his head, stamping his feet onto the bed as if it would save him from the leader's fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing in advance for the brush to finally torture his waist.
However, he was met with his throat tearing out a squeal when he felt lips attach to his stomach, blowing a long and loud raspberry onto it. There was no sign of the brush, only those torturous nails scribbling gently all over his bare armpits that drove him up the wall. How dare Chan trick the cat? What a bad person Minho thought, well through his cackles.
"GAHAHAH! NOHOHO!" He squealed out, pulling at his arms that didn't want to come down with the belt holding them up, his face starting to heat up if it wasn't red enough already. Again, silence, but only because the leader was busy with giving all the raspberries to that tummy, his hands switching to kneading right into the middle of his armpits, making Minho shriek and cackle with laughter that bounced off the walls.
"PLEHEHEHEASE! MERCY!" He pleads to no avail, only earning a low giggle that vibrated against his stomach, only tickling him more. He babbles for mercy when everything suddenly stops, only for the older to pull down his pants slightly to reveal his v-line that was staring back at Chan hungrily. Well maybe that brush wasn't going to be used, but he was dead.
"Minho, I'm hungry, would you care to make me food?" Chan asks mischievously, giving a chance for the younger to breathe, which he was grateful for as he sucked in as much air as he could.
"Y-Yes! Anything you want, just pleAHAHAHA HYUHUHUNG!" The moment the bunny nodded, thinking he would be finally let off the hook Chan went right for the exposed sliver of skin, nibbling and giving raspberries as rough as he could, his fingers kneading and vibrating into his inner thighs.
He was sent into another bout of loud hysterics, he felt so content, so overwhelmed but happy with the electrifying sensations that coursed through his body, digging his heels into the bed from the intense torture as he thrashed around in his grip. Arching his back, he couldn't do anything but that, crashing back into the bed soon after.
"Nah ah ah~ You wanted this, where do you think you're going?" The leader smiles innocently, as if he's not tearing the cat into pieces in this very moment. Silent laughter made his way down the dancer's cheeks, shaking his head as he felt like he was going to ascend, trying to close his legs shut together to no avail when the fingers didn't let up.
Tears soaked the pillow case, he had no idea how long it had been succumbing to the torture before he was let up, trembling in exhaustion and totally not with a side of happiness. His arms were released, but it felt like he was paralysed, every muscle in his body was not cooperating with him right now. He couldn't feel his legs, nor his arms, just take his whole body as a living lump that he couldn't feel anything anymore. What he could feel was a certain pair of arms embracing him though, pulling him in for a real cuddle this time.
"You're so....bahahad." Minho grumbled, pouting when the giggles wouldn't stop getting the best of him. Chan simply smiled, melting the dancer's heart when those eyes crinkled and his dimple showed through, making him forgive the leader in an instant. He felt his eyes droop when the brush that never got its chance to shine went through his hair, feeling his heart finally lift from its chains of being embarrassed.
Maybe next time he wouldn't be so embarrassed, as Chan pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
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