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solitarydemise · 6 days

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Don't Give up

!EddieMunson x !PregnantReader

Summary:You and Eddie have been married for 3 years and you are 7 months pregnant.Your disagreements have been growing for the past few months.

Warnings:pregnancy,angst,violent anger,danger of miscarriage,toxic relationship,Eddie calls the reader bitch

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

You haven't had any problems since you got married. But 2 years later,Eddie and his band had their new album project. That's why you were arguing so often.You were pregnant for 7 and you were having a difficult pregnancy. You were in more pain than a normal pregnant woman and you were going to the doctor frequently.

Around 10pm,while you were eating in the kitchen,you heard the sound of the door opening and ran towards the door and hugged Eddie's neck. Eddie laughed as you hugged him and placed a long kiss on your cheek "My love.." he looked at you and noticed the pizza slice in your hand "Did you come without leaving that slice?" You took another bite of your pizza as Eddie laughed at you "But I'm so hungry…" you said,Eddie kissed you again and then leaned down slightly and placed a long kiss on your belly "My beautiful girls, I missed you so much." you smiled "We missed you so much too,are you hungry?" Eddie shook his head "Nah,but I'm so tired" Eddie followed you as you walked into the kitchen and you leaned back against the counter "How did it go?" Eddie shrugged and took off his jacket as he said "It was good,it's almost over." While Eddie was talking,you handed him the pizza slice in your hand and he took a bite "I did yoga today,to help with the pain." Eddie swallowed "You're feeling better,aren't you?" he smiled as you nodded “That's all I want.” You exhaled deeply "I'm full,but I want to keep eating."

"Eat all you want darling" he chuckled.When you looked at him, you noticed that his ring wasn't on his finger and you frowned "Where is your ring?" Eddie paused and reflexively looked at his hand "Oh,I must have left it at the studio,I'll pick it up tomorrow." This was really getting on your nerves,he was doing this all the time "Why are you even taking off your ring?" Eddie looked at you. “It bothers me while playing the guitar and I take it off,I said I'll pick it up tomorrow.” You looked at Eddie for a few seconds. This was makingnyou upset "Always the same thing" Eddie looked at you "I beg your pardon?" You looked at Eddie and continued angrily "I said it's always the same thing,just taking it off and putting it on all the time makes it an accessory,not a wedding ring,Eddie." Eddie took a deep breath,he hated fighting especially when he was tired "Are you really going to turn this into an argument?Because I have no mood for it." You laughed nervously "Of course,it's such an unimportant issue, why are we talking about it?". Eddie insisted on not caring about you. You couldn't even get a proper answer to what you said "Maybe I shouldn't wear my ring when I go back to work, around other male employees."

Eddie turned to you "What is this now? What does it have to do with a man, do you think I'm hiding the fact that I'm married?". You crossed your arms "It's not nice not to wear your ring when there's a girl called Amy." Amy was a girl who worked at the studio and it was obvious that she liked Eddie, but Eddie kept denying it.Eddie laughed angrily "Please don't start again" you shouted angrily "So I'm starting?!" Eddie looked at you and tried to stay calm “Keep your voice down” “Or what?” Eddie looked at you "I'm not threatening you,talk to me properly and act normal" You laughed sarcastically "Yes,I'm the one who's not acting normally, what you're doing is normal,right Eddie? You know what,you're so selfish that you can't even see where your mistake is." Eddie looked at you "Am I selfish? When I don't even have time to sleep I just try to take care of you but all I get is your anger. You're the real selfish one!". When Eddie raised his voice,you pushed him away from you “I'm carrying your child,is it that hard to give little attention?Don't you ever raise your voice at me!".

"I've been working for hours and this is what I get.It's just a fucking ring.Why are you so being a bitch about it?!"

You paused at what Eddie said. You couldn't say anything,when Eddie realized what he said,the anger disappeared from his eyes and he closed his eyes "Fuck" You didn't know what to say or even what to do. You felt and heard your heart breaking into thousands pieces. There was a painful feeling in your throat. Your eyes were filled with tears and you couldn't stop it. Without saying anything,you left the kitchen and walked towards the stairs. He didn't even say anything behind your back. As you were at the stairs,you started crying and wiped your eyes. You slammed the bedroom door and the sound echoed down the hall. Eddie covered his face with his hands and started swearing at himself out of anger.He always reflected his work stress on you and blamed himself for not knowing how to treat his pregnant wife,and even sometimes he blamed you for not being able to handle the burden. His ego did not allow this,or the fact that he only makes upset the woman he loved,made him feel inadequate. Hours passed and you fell asleep cryingby yourself. Eddie's anger issues were destroying you. Your pregnancy was very stressful and it was harming the baby. Even though it was hard to accept and express,sometimes you regretted being pregnant. It was a terrible feeling,but it was because of your constant fights. How long was this going to continue? Was your little baby going to be traumatized because of you? You were turning into people just like your and Eddie's parents and it scared you so much.

After sleeping in tears at night,you woke up in the morning. It was only you in the bed,Eddie wasn't there. You slowly got out of bed and went downstairs. Eddie was sleeping on the couch.You watched him for a few seconds and then went back upstairs and started filling the bathtub with hot water. You were trying hard not to cry while getting ready. You had no choice but to take a hot bath because nothing made you feel good,the stress you were feeling was making your head ache and your stomach was nauseous. You looked at yourself in the mirror,you were tired and exhausted. You closed your eyes as you felt dizziness "Fuck" the nausea in your stomach was increasing and you felt like you were going to pass out,but at the same time it hurt. You leaned against the sink counter and started taking deep breaths. This was different from the pain you often had throughout your pregnancy,it really hurt. A few seconds later,you opened your eyes as you felt wetness between your legs. Your white nightgown was stained with blood. You touched between your legs,you were dripping blood. You held your belly in fear,you were struggling even standing and held on to the counter again. After a few seconds, the weight on your body increased and you fell to the ground. As you fell,the glass soap dispenser on the counter fell to the floor and the loud sound echoed in the bathroom. Eddie woke up with a start from the sound he heard and looked around for a few seconds. The pain had increased so much that you started moaning and screaming in pain.

Eddie jumped out of bed worriedly of your voice "Sweetheart?" by the time he got to the stairs,so many scenarios had come to his mind. You were crying in pain and fear,you still felt like you were going to faint. This could have been from the miscarriage or from a panic attack. All you thought about was your baby.Eddie looked at you in horror when he entered the bathroom. You were bleeding on the ground,crying in pain,broken glass pieces on the ground. Eddie didn't know what to do. He quickly bent down and put his hand on your cheek. "Baby, look at me,look at me." You were having trouble keeping your eyes open,you couldn't even understand what Eddie was saying. Now your moans of pain had decreased,which was a sign that the baby might be dead. Eddie started slapping your cheek "Don't!Do not fucking close your eyes Y/N!".

When you opened your eyes,you were in the hospital room. Even though you couldn't remember exactly what happened,your hand immediately went to your belly,to your baby. Eddie,was waiting next to you,he stood up quickly "Baby, are you okay?"his eyes started to fill with tears again and he quickly placed a long kiss on your forehead "You scared me so much." you weren't angry at Eddie,your heart was more hurt than ever and you turned your head towards the window. This movement moved Eddie's lips away from your forehead. Eddie quickly sat on the edge of the bed and took your hand "My love,please look at me." you turned to Eddie with your watery eyes. Even though you didn't say anything,Eddie understood you very well,your looks and tears told everything. Eddie looked at you with his eyes filled with tears “I'm sorry, for everything. I know I'm a terrible husband and-” Before Eddie could stand it any longer,he started crying again “Fuck..I'm sorry, I didn't mean for things to turn out this way.”."Bu it did" as you said this,another tear flowed from your eye. Eddie was ashamed of himself as when he was looking at you. He kissed your hand while he was still holding and looked at you "I promise, I will never make the same mistakes from now on." You looked at Eddie for a few seconds and pulled your hand back "I want to talk to the doctor."

You were both fine now, if you hadn't come to the hospital on time, your baby would have died. You had to be under surveillance for the next two months. When you got home you went straight to the bedroom and Eddie followed you. He wanted to talk to you but you were packing your suitcase. Eddie frowned "What are you doing?" . You didn't even look at him "Going". Eddie was confused "Where?". Yeah,where? Even you didn't know that because you had no one to go. The only person you had in this world was Eddie,and you didn't feel safe and happy around him anymore. At the same time, you didn't even have a parent to take refuge in. You looked at Eddie "Anywhere is better than this house." It hurt to say this, the house that you and Eddie had dreamed of since you were teenagers and that you had bought with the money you had worked for years together was now a place full of heartbreak for you. Eddie looked at you "Darling,please let's talk." You laughed sarcastically "I think we shouldn't talk because I'm being a bitch about everything." Your voice was shaking as you spoke and you felt like you were about to cry. Eddie closed his eyes "Please don't do this to me. I'm sorry, blame me for what I've done all you want, but please. Please don't go." You looked at Eddie for a few seconds and covered your face with your hands,tried to stay calm but failed "It's not fair!" you almost screamed "I devoted everything to you, I did everything for you but you only cause heartbreak. I don't even know if you love me anymore!" Eddie quickly grabbed your hands "Don't say that, I love you. I love you more than anything." You pushed Eddie "Stop lying to me! This is not love,no one does this to the woman they love." You started sobbing and covered your face with your hands. Eddie was crying quietly. When he approached you,you started hitting his chest and trying to push him away from you. The hits hurt,but he didn't care. He hugged you tightly and caressed your hair "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…You're the only thing I want, you're the only thing I need Y/N". You give up and let him hug you. You closed your eyes and kept crying. You couldn't stay away from him because he was all you had, only he could heal your heartbreak and the wound inside you. You loved him more than your own pride.

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karteinss · 11 months

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Maid Cafe | 02: Second visit

Dom! Male reader x Sub! Childe/Tartaglia

Part 1

Repost from my Wattpad Collection

Nsfw, Dom! Male reader, Sub! Childe/Tartaglia, Handjob

Second Visit

A few weeks passed by ever since that "encounter" in that maid cafe but you couldn't stop thinking about it every goddamn day, even at work you got all these erotic thoughts about the indigo haired worker named Scara.

He had always been on your mind, when you woke up, when you took a shower and even when you're taking a piss. He was always on your mind, a part of yourself thought about how disgusting it was but your inner self couldn't help but enjoy all those erotic thoughts about the said worker.

You said you hated having those thoughts about him but you secretly jerked off with the image of him beneath you.

It was 10PM as you sighed at yet another dirty thought of that worker crossed your mind. It was getting annoying by each passing day but you couldn't help but enjoy and get aroused at those thoughts. You leaned back against your office chair, another day of doing overtime- At least you get paid fairly well for this. As you closed your eyes to take a minute of "break", your co-worker that was next to you said his goodbyes as you nodded. Now, you were all alone in the still lighten up office. You looked around the office to see how no one was there, this was your chance to palm at your secretly growing erection. You palmed in-between your thighs, as you let out a soft groan of relief, but you quickly removed your hand from it as you realized you still haven't finished the work you were assigned to.

You let out an exaggerated sigh as you leaned over the desk. This is going to take a while.

After what felt like hours, you finally finished your work as the clock hits 11PM. You packed up your work bag and tidied up your desk, you shut off the lights as you went down the elevator, it was already really dark outside, only a few janitors were seen at the extravagant lobby as you said your goodbyes to them as a way to be polite. You walked through the automatic door, the nightlights were shining at you as you squinted at the sudden flash. You made your way to the other side of the unusually empty road as you remembered that you promised yourself to walk home everyday to save some money, well it was worth it- The calming scenery of the city and crowded areas made you feel sort of relaxed.

You walked and walked as you finally made it to the busy parts of the city, the flashing and colorful lights and the active people wandering around the place always made you safe. You hummed as you wander throughout the busy streets but as you walked passed by a familiar cafe, you stopped on your tracks as you take a second to look at it- It was the Maid Cafe, where you paid to get a blowjob from a stranger, it was just like those memes of horny guys paying their friends to give them a blowjob for 20 bucks but you never thought about having to experience it yourself.

You sighed as you closed your eyes, you're definitely NOT going back there, and why should you? Pornhub and other Porn websites exists for free, so why pay when you could just jack off in your tiny apartment room? Well, the answer is that you can't lose your virginity by jacking off can you? Your virgin ass never touched a man nor a woman explicitly, except for that one encounter of course- but that doesn't count. You paid for it.

As you kept rambling inside a head, you sensed someone was behind you as you looked back to see a familiar ginger haired man- Ah, it was one of the workers from the maid cafe..

The ginger haired man looked at you with a soft smile visible on his pretty face as you felt your cheeks heating up slightly. "Hi again! Are you here to visit us again? We have a special promo so all of the food, drinks and special services are all 30% off!" The man said excitedly as he advertised you to what it seems like fairly good deals- wait, what are am i thinking!?

No, I promised to never go here again so why am i-

"A handjob would only cost $7, how cheap is that?" The ginger haired man said with a giggle but his eyes were looking at you like he was trying to convince you to come inside the cafe again.

$7...

Was it worth it?

You could buy a whole chipotle burrito with that money...

As you kept thinking about it, the ginger haired man noticed that you were trying to decline the offer as he smirked and placed his fingers on your palm "I can reassure you I'm good with my fingers, sir. I can make you..." He leans in to your ear "Feels things you haven't before, how's that, hm?" Then, something inside of you snapped as you didn't care anymore. The way his finger was tracing over your palm and his seductive voice was too much. "Fine, I'll do it." The man smiled at your answer as he went back to his usual happy expression as he leads you inside the cafe. The cafe's lights immediately flashed your eyes, you'll never get used to such flashy lights, ever.

Without much waiting, the man immediately leads you to a room and unlocked the door, you looked around the room as it was no different from the one you were in last night. As you placed your work bag on the bedside table, the man bends over Infront of you as he pulls out a condom from the drawers.

You could see his ass and damn, he was flat as hell.

As he finally rips out the condom packet he stared at you and hinted to you to unzip your pants as you did, you slowly unzipped your cheap pants and pulled down your boxers as they both pooled underneath your ankles.

Like Scara, he too was surprised at your size and length as he whisteled and sat next to you. "You're a big one, aren't ya?" The blue eyed man teases as he slowly puts the condom on your now hardened cock "I wish I could fuck myself on that cock." He teases yet again as you blushed at the comment, you just smiled at him as he begins to slowly pump your cock with his soft hands skillfully. "Call me Ajax, by the way."

Ajax? What a pretty name for a pretty boy, you thought.

As Ajax kept pumping your cock with his skillfull hand, you couldn't help but groan at the sensation, it felt so fucking good to feel such a skillfull and soft hand around your cock. Ajax seemed to notice you were enjoying this as he smirked and pumped even faster, making you groan even louder. "Angh- A-ajax, slow down.." You let out between your groans and moans as the way his fingers were around your cock felt so goddsmn good, Ajax just smiled at your request as he leaned in "Hm? I thought you were enjoying this?" He asks innocently as his pumps became faster, you let out the loudest groans you could, your hands gripped Ajax's thigh and bedsheets as all you could do was thrust back into his hand.

Your cock was fucking Ajax's hand, close for release as Ajax's smirk grew wider at the sight. He placed his thumb on the slit as he rubs it slowly, making you let out an unexpected whimper. "F-fuck! Let me c-cum...ajax-!" You whined as Ajax refused to do so, his grip and press tightened as you fucked his hand faster "P-PLLEASEE!" You let out another groan as you begged him to release his thumb, You felt your eyes starting to tear up at such torture. Ajax's eyes glitens in Glee as he leans into whisper the most erotic things into your ears, "Your cockhead is so red..it's like its going to burst any moment now...ah~ it makes me need your cock stuffed in me more, master.." He whispers, his voice became a bit more high pitched as his words felt like moans- You couldn't help but thrust faster into his thumb, "Mmh~ You're so big, master...i want you inside of me and release deep inside of me...~" Ajax moaned sluttily into your ear as you fucked his hand faster.

Finally, Ajax released his thumb from your slit as you finally released inside the condom, you breathed out heavily, still not covering from the high yet. Ajax lets go off his hand on your cock as he smirked at the sight, of what he just made you to be. "Mm, you did so good..I wished you could've fucked me instead though~" He teasingly said as he pulls out the used condom and threw it in the trashcan as he opened the bathroom door and washed his hands. Meanwhile, you were just recovering from the high as you still breathed heavily, well- that was a new experience. You never felt this good while jacking off. It truly was addicting.

After you finished paying at the cashier, you slipped your phone back to your pocket as you sighed.

Fuck, that felt so goddamn good.

You walked over to the door to leave but suddenly, Ajax stood right next to you when you were just about to leave.

"Come back soon, yeah? I can't wait for you to stuff your huge cock inside of me, master."

You felt your pants tightening again.

Oh, this might start to become an addiction.

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bl4nchetts-lvr · 24 days

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Hello, can u please write Lydia Tar smut? I love the way u write, even if english is not your first language.

teacher's pet

lydia tar x fem!younger!reader (semi-SMUT)

summary: What will a student be willing to do for her teacher's approval?

PART 1

word count: TO BE ADDED

guide:

this font is lydia's words as thoughts in Y/N's head

this font is Y/N's thoughts

this font is just the dialogues!

"you are the worst";

"you will never get better";

"why do you even try? you are worthless";

"that's all you can do?"

this is what you have been hearing from lydia every lesson,every practice. you can't take it anymore. you are desperate for her validation.

she is your teacher,your conductor. she is the lydia tar. How could you dissapoint her so much?

"you are such a dissapointment."

you want her to praise you. you want to be the best,you hate seeing her praise other students who do better than you. you want to be as good as them,no,you want to be BETTER than them

"good girl"

you want her to call YOU a good girl. you want her to aknowledge your hard work..

19:37

the lesson had just ended,every student had left. You and her are alone in the hall.

she is fixing her hair which is up in a messy,loose ponytail. her shirt is slightly unbuttoned,tucked into her pants which where slightly baggy but still showed how small her waist was.

"what do you want now,y/n?" she asks with her raspy voice,perhaps from smoking so much,she looked at you with her pale blue eyes.

you couldn't talk,your throat went dry from anxiety. "Will she get mad? what if she will hate me even more now..?" you heard your thoughts.

"speak up." you heard her say.

you got closer to her,fidgeting with the end of your shirt. you took a deep breath,heart beating fast. "Why am i so nervous..?"

"I .." you bit your lip again. "i.. wanted to apologize for the .. the dissapointment that i've caused you." your voice broke. "i never wanted to be like this,i've been trying hard to please you and be the student you're proud of,miss Tar." your eyes were filling up with moist,she could see this and it made her chapped lips merge into a faint smirk.

"i will do everything to stay as your student,i will show you how .. how serious i take music,really,i will! i will do every-" you froze when you saw her get up and tower over you..she quite a tall woman,masculine appearance,no make up,her wrinlkles around her eyes make them even more alluring.

"Alright,alright .. i hear you." she looked down at you,pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. "if you really want to show me how dedicated you are to music,how much you truly desire to be apart of my orchestra,how much you are willing to do to be my good little girl .. then i will let you."

her cold smirk got slightly more visible.

"i will see you at my apartment tonight,at 10PM. be on time and do not dissapoint me even more,got it?"

you couldn't say anything as your moist eyes dried up from shock and suddeness of this situation.

"my good little girl" is what echoed in your head. her good little girl..?

You will do everything for it,won't you?

all you could do is nod a little,while feeling her strong hands on your shoulders.

"i will do everything she desires. i will show you that i'm worth it." you thought,as your eyes filled up with determination.

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21:57

you got to her apartment and saw all its glory: very big,luxurious,lydia's photos and awards were on display. her office door was open and you could see her desk,a piano,some other instruments you couldnt really make out because the lights were off in the room.

you got called to her living room.

your heart was beating faster than before,you were determined to not dissapoint her. not anymore.

for about 30 minutes you two were talking,and while doing so you could feel her glance full of lust on yourself.

at the end,lydia put her hand on your thigh. Her eyes were eerily cold,like that one of a psychopath,you could see her slight smirk that was making you feel quite uncomfortable and worried.

"You said you would do everything for me to keep you in my team,no?" she said with her raspy voice. "i want you to prove it."

she pulled her hands from your thigh to your waist,pulling you down on her lap. her hand slid down under your dress,as she felt your cold yet soft skin.

her face got closer to your neck,her nose faintly touching it. her warm breath was one of the many things you could feel at that moment. then,you felt her chapped lips making a contact with your neck,kissing it.

your breath hatched as you felt her lips. your eyes widened a little,looking down at the floor while your hands were pressing into the back of the couch to keep yourself steady. your heart is beating incredibly fast,you're scared .. nervous .. excited.

Yes,this is what you had dreamt of.. every lesson when you got to sit close to this incredible,yet creepy woman,you felt her masculine perfume .. you had seen her veiny hands that you wished were wrapped around your neck,which,in fact,is happening right now.

her cold and rough left hand is on your neck as she bites down on it. she smirks again,feeling the fast pulse of her student's.

you couldn't remember anything after that,but you were already on her soft,luxurious king sized bed with lydia in front of you,laying right at your legs and holding them open .. her chapped lips are kissing your left inner thigh,her blue eyes piercing into you ..

her teeth teasingly bit into your plush thigh,then pulling back and sitting up. her hands pulled you closer to her and she looked down at your most vulnerable parts covered by thin fabric. she smirked again,satisfied with what was happening.

The older woman's overly veiny hands grabbed your panties,slowly pulling them down to reveal your most vulnerable part. her twisted smirk widened as she licked her lips a little and looked into your eyes.

"Can't wait for it,hm?" she said with a dark chuckle.

she was right,you couldn't wait for it. You wanted to be her favourite,you wanted her to praise you,to aknowledge your hard work and for her to finally fuck you.

"Show me what you are willing to do,Y/N."

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Part 1 is here <3

this little fic will have 2 parts and the 2nd one will be the smut. i promise,i'll post it soon! i'm sorry for being so inactive,i didn't feel like writting at all.

hope you liked it. Stay hydrated,eat well,take care of yourselves and i hope you all have a great day/night !!

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You’re expecting him to be gone by eight. Nine at the latest.

The clock on the wall ticks closer to to 10pm and you unwillingly keep tabs on it, driven by your restless anxiety. You should be watching the show on the grainy television screen ahead of you, really. Especially after you jokingly bickered with Steve over the film choice for so long and he finally gave in and fed your pick into the VCR.

But you’re not focused on that either. If your eyes aren’t darting to check the clock, all your focus is zeroed in on the feeling of Steve’s thigh pressed against your own.

It might as well be searing a scorch mark into your skin; you’re sure the feeling might be imprinted in your memory forever. His warmth seeps into you. Somehow, it feels like he’s both defrosting hidden worries within you and setting you aflame. Hopes rise and yet, with them come a dozen other new worries.

Despite his closeness, still, you really were expecting him to be gone by eight. Why is he still here? It’s a little uncomfortable to admit it to yourself but you know the confusion stems from the fact people don’t tend to stick around with you.

Steve seems to be an exception.

You check the clock again and try not to think too hard about how nice his closeness is. How you’re already missing it when he hasn’t even left yet. The hand on the clock shudders with every second it ticks around the clock-face. Steve sees your motion, his eyes silently checking in on you, and a frown crinkles his brow at your distracted state.

“Everything alright?” He asks, voice a bit raspy from under use.

You startle just a bit, head whipping towards him beside him. He’s watching you close, amber eyes sincere and expression open. Surprise sprouts within your chest; he must have noticed your fidgeting attention.

“What? Yeah, yes, everything’s fine.” You assure him with a nod, maybe a bit too eager. “Everything alright with you?” You ask nervously, just to check.

Steve laughs a bit at that. He presses his knee against yours purposefully, a gentle knock. Pairs it with a sweet smile.

“Yep,” He smiles, pink lips not at all distracting you in the least. Your gaze darts to the moles on his neck and back to his face as he continues. “You just keep checking the clock. Want to make sure I‘m not... y'know, overstaying my welcome.”

His words dip at the end, clipped by a tone of worry as he turns back to face the screen ahead a bit, pretending to re-tune in. Steve’s been working on toning it down, trying not to be too intense too quickly. Both in the interest of protecting his heart and trying not to scare you off.

But shit, you’re lovely. Steve’s not entirely sure he’s got a choice in this; his heart feels like it might crawl its way out of his chest just to be nearer to you. It’s particularly insatiable when you’re this close. Thigh to thigh. He can smell your perfume and he’s fairly certain it’s put him in some lovesick state of delirium.

Still, he can read people. Your insistence on checking the clock implies you want him to leave and yet, he can hear the tiny hitch of your breath when he leans closer. Confusion muddles together in his brain.

From the way surprise flickers across your features, you don’t actually want him to go. Some part of him sighs in relief before you even open your mouth to reassure him.

“What? No! No, no way.” The words come out a bit squeakier than you want. You curse yourself for somehow letting him believe you want him gone when it’s quite the opposite you want.

Steve nods, his face earnest enough to tell you he believes you. He shifts on the couch, turning back to face you and inadvertently leans in closer. Swirls of his cologne rush your senses. You hate how your brain tries to commit it to memory in an instant. Fuck, he’s pretty.

“So,” Steve starts, licking his lips in a nervous motion. He gestures with his hand, “The clock?”

Shit. You’ve accidentally cornered yourself. You can either let Steve stew, not quite believing that he isn’t just imposing on you and your time, or tell the truth. It somehow feels even more pathetic now than ever.

“I just,” You start, tearing your eyes off his face. Your throat grows a bit thicker and your fingers find a thread on your pants to toy with. “I’m... surprised you’re still here. That you want to be here. And, y’know, spend time with me. Still.”

It doesn’t feel any greater to say aloud. Eyes fixed in your lap, teeth worrying your bottom lip, you miss the way Steve’s eyes widen. Some wave of hurt curdles up inside him, sour and sore, because fuck, you’re waiting for him to leave? Not because you want him to but you’re expecting it?

Screw trying to tone himself down. Steve knows his heart is on his sleeve and he’ll be damned if the one time he tries to shelter it, it backfires. The words come out easy, without a lick of a lie in them.

“I want to spend all my time with you.” He says sincerely, another press of his leg against yours to drive the message home. He means it completely.

That has your head tugging up. Steve’s heart gives a painful little twist at the utter surprise on your face.

“You do?” You ask.

He pushes on, ignoring the urge to ask who made you feel like such a burden and whether he could throttle them. “I like you. I mean, yeah, of course, I wanna spend time with you.”

He says it so flippantly, casualness dousing every word, like it was a thought he’d thought a thousand times. Heat flames in your chest, brilliantly warm, and curls up to your face. You let out a breath, a little shuddering quiet laugh of disbelief.

“Oh.” You say. The smile curling at the edges of your mouth is impossible to fight. It’s a full blown grin by the time you meet his eyes again and shuffling closer feels like an instinct you can’t ignore.

“Me too.” You admit, nerves still piling in your chest but damn, if the elation of hearing those words doesn’t beat them by a mile. “I mean, I like you too. As well.”

Steve rumbles out another chuckle but you can see how delight dances across his face. His shoulders sit a little lower, grin a little more confident all of a sudden. His knee nudges yours again, for what must be the umpteenth time this night. Forget scorching, he’s burning into your side — the touch unbearable in the best way now you know he wants you. Wants you like you want him.

“Sounds like we’re in the same boat, you and I.” He says simply, wiggling his arm out from where it’s sandwiched between the two of you. He pulls it up to his face with a clenched fist, covering a yawn, and it takes about another second for it to click — when he stretches the arm up, above your heads, and lets it settle down around your shoulder.

God, that’s a move. You’re nearly ashamed of how well it works on you, considering your stomach twists up gleefully. He’s flirting with you.

“Sounds like it.” You breathe out, voice escaping you a bit at how much closer the two of you are now his arm is around you. Steve’s breath fans across your face, his eyes locked onto your face. They roam your face, drinking in the details, paying particular attention to your mouth.

You lick your lips without meaning to and decide you can’t wait til another evening together, hours away, to know what his lips feel like. Steve will not be the only brave one tonight.

Leaning in, you give a moment's pause, to let him give you a sign to back off. To see if the universe will pull the rug out from underneath you, for this to be some cruel joke.

Steve nods, the tiniest motion. This close, you can see the smallest quiver of his lips. You do your best to kiss it away, trying your hardest to contain your smile with your lips against his. From the way Steve smiles into the kiss, you’re sure he doesn’t mind.

#this has a wee diff structure i think ? to my normal stuff?#idc it still reads nice and i like it :D #and EVERYONE SAY HELL YEAH #I GOTS ANOTHER ONE DONE #IN ONE NIGHT WA H O #that's actually not that impressive its like 1.4k lmao #ruby writes steve #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve x you #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurb!#LOVE U HONEY THANK U FOR THE REQUEST !!!

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babeydollx · 8 months

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Ok so

a fic where Y/N is dating John B but is best friends with JJ and one day Y/N and John B get into a fight (for some reason) and JJ comforts her. If u wanna reverse the roles (John b comforts y/n) that’s fine too

luv u

Comfort From Another | JJ Maybank

Warnings: cursing, angst, some fluff, mentions of cheating, accused cheating, mentions of arguments

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Y/N and her boyfriend John B get into a fight and Y/N goes to her best friend JJ for comfort.

Author's Note: thank you so much for the request, angel! I love u too, babes! and ugh omg I am so bad for writing on time sorry!

Tears filled up your vision as you walked down the road alone. It was 10pm and completely dark out. You shivered in the cold as you walked down the road, your knitted cardigan not doing much to keep you warm. You wouldn't be out here walking in darkness if you and your boyfriend John B wouldn't have gotten into that dumb fight. You couldn't believe after how long you both have been together and after how much you had done for him that he'd seriously accuse you of cheating on him.

And he accused you of cheating on him with fucking Rafe Cameron. The accusation disgusted you. How could he ever think that you'd want to date the kook king of Kildare Island? Rafe was fucking unhinged, he was terrible to the pogues and even to his own two sisters, and he was the most arogent and egotistical man on the goddamn island. The thought of you being with Rafe made you vomit in your mouth a little.

After 20 minutes of walking and thinking you arrived at a house. You looked over at the yellow house. It was JJ's house. You knew that anytime you were in trouble or hurting that JJ would always be there for you to comfort you, even when John B wouldn't. You looked up and saw light coming from his bedroom window. He was awake. You walked up the path to his house and once you arrived at his front door, you knocked on the door, hoping his father wasn't home as well.

You herd some shuffling coming from inside the house before the blonde boy opened up the front door. A smile appeared on JJ's face but it quickly faded when he saw your mascara running, your tear-stained cheeks and the overall state you were currently in. "Can I come in? Please..?" You asked quietly. "Yeah, of course." He said with a nod before opening the door up wider and stepping out of the way so you could come inside and then shut the door behind you.

"We can go up to my room." He said as he let you lead the way since you already knew your way around his house from being here multiple times. Once you both arrived in his room you broke down and started sobbing again. It broke JJ's heart to see you in emotional distress like this, he couldn't bare it. "Hey, cupcake.. what's wrong?" He said softly as he gently cupped your face. You looked up at him and sniffled, trying to find your words but it was hard to when your head was completely clouded by your emotions.

"J- John B and I got into a h- huge fight." You said as you began to sob again. He sighed before wrapping his arms around your body and holding you close to himself. "I am so sorry, Y/N. I know fights can be really tough. Do you mind me asking what it was about, but you don't have to tell me if you don't feel comfortable." JJ said softly. "No it's okay, I need to tell someone, so." You sniffled and sighed shakily. He nodded and just went quiet, letting you tell him what happened. You took a few breaths, composing yourself so you could get through telling JJ what happened without sobbing.

"So, today when I came home from work John B was really pissed off and I didn't really know why so I went to him and I asked him what was wrong. But then out of nowhere he started accusing me of cheating on him." You sniffled. "I- what the fuck- cheating? Who did he accuse you of cheating on him with?" He asked, his tone changing from soft to annoyed. "Fucking Rafe Cameron." You said as you rolled your eyes. He gagged when you said Rafe's name. "Fucking nasty dude. How the fuck did he think that you would ever sleep with the king of Kooklandia?" He scoffed.

"So we fought and yelled at eachother to the point where I was just standing there sobbing and I told him I was leaving for the night so he told me to go run off to my kook boyfriend but, I came here to you." You said softly as you looked up at his blue eyes. "John B is an idiot." JJ said with a sigh. "Well, I don't think he is an idiot, there was just miscommunication and he's too emotional to think rationally right now-"

"Stop making excuses for him, Y/N!" JJ said, cutting you off. "Yeah John B is a good guy and all don't get me wrong but he fucked up! He fucked you over! He didn't even have any damn proof of you cheating on him with Rafe but yet he freaked out at you anyways. That isn't right." He said angerly. "You deserve better than him. I could treat you better." He mumbled under his breath. You herd what he mumbled to himself and just sat there in shock. "What did you just say..?" You asked softly.

"Uhm-" JJ paused, his cheeks heating up from embarrassment. "I said that you deserved better." He said softly. "Yeah but, you said something after that." You said as you tilted your head. He looked away, looking out the window. He paused for a moment before turning back. He studied you before pulling you over and kissing you. The kiss was both loving and passionate. You were in shock but, you slowly kissed him back. After the two of you pulled away from eachother you just sat there in thought.

"We shouldn't have did that." You said. JJ stayed silent. "That was... a mistake." You sighed. He looked over at you. "Well... maybe we could keep making mistakes." He said as he looked at you, his eyes looking hopeful. The two of you were about to kiss again when you sighed and pulled away. "I'm sorry Jayj but... I- I can't do this.." You said, tears filling your eyes as you got up and walked out of his room before leaving his house. JJ got up off of his bed and walked over to his window, watching you walk away from his house. Sorrow filled his whole body as he watched you walk away, knowing that no matter how much he loved you, he could never have you.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!!

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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tht0nesimp · 1 year

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Y!Bully!TBH boys X reader

TW: Drugging, weed, oral sex (m, receiving), poly, party, kidnapping, sexual themes, crying, dub/non-con, 16+ characters, modern au (THIS IS FOR 2 AND THE NEXT PART)

You widen your eyes trying to think about the last time you even thought about a party, but you were pulled in the car and sat next to him in the upper passengers seat “where exactly?” he sneers at you “the junkyard doy, its at 8. Look presentable please” you nod like youve done this before while getting out at your stop

You got into the shower and thought about the clothes you had lined up in your closet and what you should wear. You got out and put on a black skirt and a low cut black frilly shirt and matched it with checkered socks, it wasnt perfect, but you definitely looked like you were going to a party along with looking well dresses

Billy pulled up at about 8:10pm and smiled when he saw your outfit “not half bad” he nods and you get in the roofless car with a gasp when you realized all the boys were in the back seat with robin screaming at griffin for some reason. It was going to be a long, long, night

As soon as you arrived billy rushed you into the blaring music and party people dancing around, about ¾ of the school was there and your stomach began to turn and twist as all the moving people and smell of alcohol filled your nose

You ran over to the entrance of the junk yard and sat there with a sigh furthermore you looked at the dark sky before hearing a rustle behind you, robin?!, you got up and crossed your arms at him as he smiled “yo, i brought ya somethin to relax” it was a joint “i don't smoke” he began to sit down next to you and began telling you it was just once, only a little, etc.

You took it and attempted to smoke, it went okay and you felt yourself relax into the fence with a blissful gasp when all the boys found there ways to you “Time to go home darlin” billy held out a hand but you felt as if your body was completely useless as you were carried to the car and were dropped with a thud into the car “Did, did you drug me” you managed to get out and billy smiled innocently “maybe?, we just want to bring you home” you noticed you weren't going down your street, then where…? Your brain shuts down completely

~~~time skip~~~

You woke up with your arms tied up to a bed frame and your legs with strange doodles on them, then you saw finney and griffin smiling at their work “do ya like em” griffins smile was washed away when you began cursing and struggling instead an angry look encompassed his features turning into clenching fists “STOP” he yells and you nearly do

He runs out and your left with a fuming finney “fuckin whore, shoulda just fucked ya throat” he flipped ya off and ran out of the room with bruce walking in confused “the heck did ya do?” he questioned with a concerned voice “the fuck am i here for” he looks nervous “uhm, because we said so?” you finally got your hands out and he seemed surprised “sooo, wanna wash that off” he pointed to your leg and you nodded “the bathrooms down to the left” you get up heading off towards the bathroom, examining the creaky house, You walked into the living room to see vance leaned on the wall “finney told me your outburst doll” you wearily walked down the stairs and he shook his head and walked towards you forcing you on your knees. Suddenly your throat was filled and your head was being forced down “poor griffin, he cried because he thought you hated him” you fell back and he seemed to calm down a bit “i do” his anger started again and he ran off “ROBIN” you knew it was your queue to find bruce to protect you furthermore you ran up the stairs

“BRUCE- Why do you have your bat?”

ENJOY YOUR CLIFFHANGER BIATCH

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#yandere ask #male yandere #yandere tbp #yandere the black phone #yandere robin arellano #yandere ghost boys #yandere finney #yandere griffin stagg #yandere vance hopper #yandere bruce yamada #yandere billy showalter #violent #CandiesActualFics

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luvrsofbts · 2 years

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Can you write a fluffy jimin oneshot where he gets jealous of your new puppy bc u were drowning the puppy in attention leaving jimin behind.

Clingy, fluffy, whiney Jimin is my weakness 😩

Puppy Love

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack

Summary: You didn’t think your 27 year old boyfriend would act this way after you’ve gotten a puppy.

A/N: HI BABE idk if you are alive 😭 but here is this long, overdue writing for you <3 forgive me pls I stopped writing for months and then here I am, back ?? Hopefully this goes well. Enjoy!

When Tae and his dog, Yeontan, came over to visit the new apartment that Jimin and you have just finished moving into, you couldn’t help the aggressive cuteness growing in your heart. You decided that maybe getting a new puppy would be good for Jimin and you, and your little apartment.

“Really? That’ll be great! We could have pet play dates!” Tae exclaimed over the phone after you have just told him about your idea.

“I know right! And it’ll be a great surprise too!” You reply, already imagining Jimin’s reaction.

“Alright, I have to go now, but let me know how it goes!” Tae said his goodbye as you agreed.

You jumped off your shared bed excitedly, in a hurry to put on your shoes and get the newest family member today. Jimin was still at work, so you had all day to get a puppy until he came home.

“And this is Levi. We found him on the side of a road on a rainy day, so we took him in,” The worker said, showing you the light brown puppy.

“Oh my gosh, he is so cute!” You grinned from ear to ear, playing with the puppy a little bit.

“He seems to really like you; he’s never this energetic when people come to see him,” She commented, admiring how the puppy instantly started to play with you.

“Really? Wow, maybe he’s the one,” You gasped, picking up the puppy and holding him to your chest.

“Well, if that’s so, then Levi finally has a home to go to!”

You nodded, looking back at the puppy in your arms.

“And this is your new home, buddy! Do you like it?” You giggled as you opened Levi’s cage, letting him explore his new home as he barked happily.

“Daddy’s not home yet, but in the meantime, why don’t we set up your stuff and toys?” You kind of splurged on Levi’s needs, but you couldn’t help it! You loved the puppy too much.

After a long evening of putting up Levi’s stuff, it was already 10pm, meaning that Jimin will be home any minute now.

You picked up the small puppy in your arms, walking to the front door just as Jimin came in.

“Hey ba- is that a puppy?” Jimin gaped, looking at the tiny little creature in your arms.

“Surprise! This is Levi, the newest addition to this family,” You exclaimed, showing him Levi.

“Oh my gosh, baby, he’s so cute. You got us a puppy?” He laughed, taking the puppy from you.

“Yep! I figured since we moved into a new apartment together, why not get a pet too?”

“You are so cute, pretty girl. This is great; I love you,” Jimin smiled before giving you a peck on the lips.

“I love you too, minnie,” You reply before giving a kiss to Levi as well.

“Baaabe, when are you coming to bed?” Jimin whined from your shared bed.

“Soon! I’m almost done teaching Levi this trick,”

“You two have been going at it for almost three hours now! Don’t you miss me?” He frowned.

“I always miss you, you big baby. Just give me five more minutes and then I’ll come to bed,” You teased.

After 15 minutes, you still weren’t in bed and Jimin had become even whinier.

“Levi’s taking up all of your attention and I don’t like it,” Jimin pouted as he stood in front of you, frowning while giving you the saddest eyes.

“Jimin, he’s a puppy, of course he’s going to need all of my attention. You should be giving him attention too, you are the dad!”

“I already gave him a lot of attention earlier! It’s time to go to bed!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll be with you in a minute,” You promised, taking the furball into your arms and walking over to his bed.

“Time to go to bed, buddy. Mommy will play with you tomorrow morning, okay?” You whispered to Levi before putting him down. He circled his bed a few times before finally going to sleep.

You admired your puppy before turning and walking back to the bed, where your cute boyfriend laid in, all snuggled up with a pouty face, waiting for you.

“My clingy baby, have I been neglecting you?” You giggled, sliding into the warm bed next to Jimin.

“Yes. Now you have to give me extra cuddles,” He murmured.

You hummed.

“-and kisses, and hugs, and attention,”

You laughed at his neediness, “Okay, minnie. Anything else?”

“Hmm. No, just want you to love me now,”

“That I will definitely do,” You assured him, running your hand through his fluffy mop of hair.

#park jimin #park jimin imagine #bts #bts fluff #bts angst #bts imagines #bts drabble #bts scenarios #bts one shot #park jimin x reader #jimin x reader #park jimin fluff #jimin fluff #kpop drabbles #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #park jimin imagines #jimin imagine #jimin imagines

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sammyboyimagines · 2 years

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keeping secrets

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Summary: Eddie's campaign ran a little longer than intended, and an unexpected visitor distracts him. Dustin may be overbearing and even overprotective, but Eddie's good at keeping secrets...Words: 1.6k

Warnings: none! sibling fluff, Eddie is a simp, fluff, some language

This fic is intended for a fem reader, but I can post a different version with different pronouns if needed! All fics are size and race-neutral!

//this one is a little short, unfortunately. I could make a second part if anyone wants it!

"Fuck, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, Robin. I swear I'll make it up to you! Tell me about this girl next time. I wanna hear everything! Bye!"

You practically slammed the phone back onto the switch and looked at the clock, 10:26 pm. Dustin's campaign is probably over by now. You were supposed to pick up your brother, Dustin, at 10pm sharp. "Shit, mom's gonna kill me!" You scrambled around your room, fixing your hair into a comfortable style. You raided your closet and changed your clothes to look a little more presentable than you were not even five minutes ago.

Your mother was on a business trip, leaving you to take care of the brat. He was a handful, and so were his friends. Dustin would always rant to you about a guy named Eddie and how great he was. You didn't buy it...

"Why couldn't you have had someone else to drive you home, Dustin.." You were talking to yourself as if Dustin was really there. You grabbed your keys and rushed out to the car, ignoring the concerned glance from your mother's cat as you walked out the door. "Bye, Mews" you mumbled.

You started the car a soon pulled out of your driveway and into the night. As your hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, you were surprised to see how empty the streets were. "Fuuuck I'm so late." an anxious feeling in your stomach washed over you. Part of you felt guilty, but you knew that Dustin would forgive you. It's in his nature.

When you pulled up to the school, Dustin was nowhere to be seen. However, you saw the dim lights of the Hellfire Club's room from outside. "He better be done. It's been like 5 hours!" you said to yourself as you walked through the door near the club room. You graduated last year, and that door was never locked. You had used it many times to skip school and hang out with Steve and Robin.

You walked inside, feeling yourself warm up from the cold November air outside. "Jesus, nothing's changed," as you looked at the aging posters that had been there for years, you felt a sense of nostalgia. You never thought you'd be back here, let alone picking up your brother from his stupid club. You didn't really think it was stupid. But if you had to choose between a very interesting call with Robin versus visiting the Hellfire Club, you'd choose the call.

You heard shouting and many voices yelling "Mike!" or "Dustin!" making you roll your eyes. "Jesus, they're still playing?" you said to yourself quietly as you followed the echoed shouting from the hall to the club room. The entrance was decorated with all kinds of stuff that looked like something out of a cult. "Wow, very festive.." you muttered to yourself.

You didn't notice the eyes watching you from inside the room. "Do you need something?" a voice from inside asked. The man had long hair and was adorned in the Hellfire t-shirt that you had seen Dustin wear dozens of times and large rings. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little intimidated. "Uh yeah, I'm-" you were cut off by Dustin. "We're almost done, Y/n! Just like five more minutes please?" you nod and roll your eyes. You were about to walk back to your car when you heard, "Wait!"

You turned around to see the long-haired man walking toward you. "So you're the famous Y/n Henderson. It's a pleasure to meet you." He held his hand out to shake yours. His rings caught your eye as you took his hand. "I am. And you are?" You tilt your head waiting for a response, to which there was none. Eddie stopped listening when you shook his hand. He had heard Dustin talk about his sister before. He only knew you by name. He looked at your confused face and realized his mistake. "Huh? Oh, I'm Eddie." You heard whispered talking from behind Eddie.

"I think you have some people waiting for you, Eddie." You couldn't help but laugh as his face went a little pink in embarrassment. The other Hellfire members were surprised to say the least. They had never seen their leader so flustered and at a loss for words. "Why don't we talk after your session?" you offered, making him smile. "Yeah, I'm sure Dustin could wait in the car, can't you, Dustin?" He narrowed his eyes at Dustin, who was rolling his eyes.

"No, I'm not gonna wait in the car while you suck each other's faces!" this made you and Eddie laugh. "I'll wait outside. I wouldn't want disturb the campaign.." you smirk at him and watch him walk back. You smiled to yourself as you heard protests when Eddie told them that the todays session would end soon.

As you waited outside the room, you rolled your eyes at the things said about you. "Wow, Dustin, you never told us you had a hot sister.." You could practically see the image of the disgusted look on Dustin's face in your mind as you held in your laughter. "Answer this honestly, Henderson. Is your sister dating anyone at the moment?" Gareth asked, making Dustin throw dice at him.

"Alright, it's over for tonight! No throwing things! We'll finish this tomorrow. Henderson, ask your sister if she'd like to join us and watch tomorrow." Eddie started packing up the figurines, dice, and anything else used for the game.

You sat on the hood of your car, waiting patiently for Dustin and Eddie. Dustin passed you and sat in the passenger seat, not saying a word. "C'mon don't be like that, Dustin. It's just a friendly chat!" you can't help but laugh as he rolls the window down. "Stay the hell away from my sister, Eddie!" he points a finger in Eddie's face. Eddie smirked and ignored him.

"Sorry about him, he's protective all of the sudden." you laugh as Dustin flips you off from inside the car. "Don't worry about it. He has to be, I'm sure every guy in Hawkins is after you." He leans on the hood of the car with you. You just shake your head and scoff. "Believe me, nobody in Hawkins is looking my way. More reason to get out of here, you know?" Eddie stopped listening after the first sentence yet again. He was shocked. How could nobody have snatched you up yet?

"You're joking." Eddie sent you a look of utter confusion. It made you laugh. God he loved your laugh. He watched you sigh, and he couldn't help but feel angry at Dustin for never introducing him sooner. "Nope, but I don't feel bad about it. I'll find someone once I leave Hawkins." Eddie couldn't help but admire your positivity. He was a little disappointed that you weren't looking for someone in Hawkins.

"So, you've given up on every guy in Hawkins?" you smirked knowingly and shrugged. "I don't know, Eddie. Why?" you press him for answers, trying to make him squirm. He avoided your eyes and stared at the ground. "No reason, just wondering.." he trailed off.

You smile and jump off the hood, standing in the gravel in front of Eddie. "Well, if you were curious..." you start, watching his eyes light up in hope. It was the most adorable thing you've ever seen. "I'd gladly go on a date with you, Eddie."

Eddie tried to keep his composure. He was usually very outgoing and extremely flamboyant. But in this moment, he felt very anxious. He'd never truly felt this nervous around anyone, let alone a girl he'd just met. But he knew one thing; If Dustin was fun, his sister was even better.

"I was going to ask you, but it didn't feel like the right time." He felt embarrassed, but when he looked at you and found your understanding gaze, he relaxed. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable the first time he met you. It happened too often for Eddie. Whenever he met girls, he'd move too fast. But he liked you already for several reasons; you weren't judgemental, you took care of people around you, and you were absolutely gorgeous.

He didn't know where the fuck Dustin was hiding you but he was over the moon about you and he had only met you an hour ago. "Might not want to tell Dustin though, he'll freak." You glanced back at Dustin, who was talking to one of his friends through his walkie talkie. You made sure Dustin wasn't looking when you grabbed Eddie's hand. "Here's my number. We can talk when I get home. I'd love to know more about you."

Eddie watched you scribble your number onto his hand. He admired how focused you looked, trying to get your pen to put ink onto his hand and barely succeeding. "I'll see you tomorrow then?" Eddie stood up and put his hands in his jean pockets, the cold air making his fingers practically frozen. "Sure, I'll be there. Maybe I could actually watch the campaign this time." Your curiosity towards him and his hobby made Eddie's heart soar as he watched you pull out of the school parking lot.

Fuck he had it bad for you. He felt like a teenager all over again with how crazy he was about you. "So what did you two talk about?" Dustin tried to gauge whether you were now dating his best friend. "Nothing much, just talking about you being too nosy for your own good." You teased him, making him huff and look out the passenger window. Sure, he was annoyed, but deep down he knew Eddie would take care of you.

"And we talked about our date next week...." you said with a smirk.

"Son of a bitch!"

//thank you for reading! Again, part 2 could be a thing if anyone wants it!

#eddie stranger things #stranger things #netflix #steve harrington #robin buckley #x y/n #imagine #eddie munson fluff #long hair #reader insert #eddie munson

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popcornforone · 1 year

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The Speed of Silence

Mr Ben Fan Fic

I didn’t plan on going back to Mr Ben for a while. The SNL hype had dropped & I was in deep writing some other drafts I had on going. & then @alwaysdjarin tagged me in someone’s twitter post going write a scenario based on a certain idea a moot had. Here I am 12 days later publishing it.

I don’t like to big up my work but there’s a paragraph in here that I wrote & when I reread it I was like damn I wrote that. Also yes I know the book shelf picture is Rockford but it was part of the inspiration for this, so I wanted to include it.

Synopsis: Mr Ben is rumoured every year to be dating the popular girls at university, so why would he ever look at you. But then a few chance meeting & a late night study session in the library, make you both think about making those rumours true.

Word count: 5,700

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!college professors student relationship (but you are not his student) protected PIV sex, public sex, swearing, pining, unrequited love, choking & muffling, rough, teasing flirting kissing. Eventual established relationship.

All feed back as always is welcome peoples… thanks for the read. It’s really appreciated

10pm the clocks slowly tocks past, headphones on, another coffee poured, in the university library trying to write you appendix for your art portfolio your handing in tomorrow. You knew when you looked all these artists & photographers up for inspiration you should have written down who inspired you. But no it’s now 10pm & you’re missing 8 references to submit along with your sight & sound presentation.

You know full well you don’t need the references though. Your photographs you have of traffic moving at night almost leaping out the page at you & your puddle reflection of what life should be like in the city instead for he chaos it is, speak for themselves. No matter who walks past your screen at the moment even if they don’t do the subject for your degree, just stops & does a double take. Your creation is the talk of the university be it pupils & staff or teaches.

But there’s one who’s taken a particular interest. He not your teacher. He teaches Philosophy about 5 class rooms away but he shares an office with your art & photography professor Jane. You are often popping in the office to book additional time or ask to use the larger printer. It was once when you were waiting for Jane to bring some resources back that he came in & started a conversation with you.

“So your little miss photoshop?” He says as he saw you waiting for her to return. “That I am professor, Jane has just gone to get something for me that I don’t have the funds to print off, I’ll be out of your office in 5minutes.” “Ooooh no…” he says with a slight smirk as he pops his bag on the back of the door “I’ve heard so much about this art, I want to see it what makes it so special, why is yours the talk of the campus”. He adjusts his large framed dark glasses. LIt’s nothing really I…” “you can’t say that without letting me judge it, please•”he waves a hand as he pours his coffee & casually leans against the back wall “I’m most intrigued”.

His eyes sparkle at you. You’re not sure there’s a brown rich enough to ever try & replicate those on any art software, they are unforgettable once you’ve made eye contact. Which you just have. It’s for all of a passing second but you’re lost, so so lost in them. You’re never getting out of this trance ever. He must see you blush as he very quickly moves away from leaning & fidgets. You go to your carry folder & produce 4 drafts of your work in progress, about The Speed of Silence & start to explain what it means & why you’ve done it. He stands there nodding hanging on every word you say agreeing & asking your different techniques. He really in engaged in your art & is mesmerised by it, like you with him.

He lowers his hand to ask a question & your hand brushed over his sending chills down your spine, it’s just the slightest feather touch but it’s enough to make you want more. He then takes his hand & rests it on top of yours. You both freeze & gulp, both unsure what to do next. “Professor i…” “shhhh it’s okay I think we…” he’s edged in your personal space, his head slowly drawing close to you, when You both hear the door click & Jane humming to herself so you break the look & return to showing him your art. “Ahhh here you are my sweet, sorry the lift was broken that’s why it took a while. Oooh Ben you’re here. Help me sort these out for her so she can take what she needs” & I pause in a fluster. My breath caught in my throat, my palms sweating instantly. This isn’t just some professor, this is Mr Ben!

Mr Ben every year at university, there is a rumour he’s dating a popular blonde student. It’s kind of mythology, & he goes along with the joke & plays up to it. But no one has ever actually seen him with a partner inside or outside of campus. If he is dating the blonde from the football team as she claims he is, or the brunet from drama he’s hiding it well. He’s not dating Jane, you all met her wife on the field trip to the Andy Warhol museum. But here you are standing in Bens shared office having just had a genuine moment with the man most men & women on campus would give an arm to do… & you did it without even realising.

You’re snapped out of your trance by the voice of Jane eventually “just because your art works at so many rates per second, doesnt mean you can slow down & daydreaming to” “sorry miss I just had a random though & my mind wondered” “maybe if you’ve got a wandering mind, you should sit in on a philosophy class?” Ben asks with a smile on his face that makes you feel weak. He’s biting his pencil & looking at you suggestively “…I…I… I really should get going” you sigh once you’ve taken what you need from Jane & your portfolio is back into your art folder. “It was lovely to meet you professor…” “it’s Mr Ben but please just call me Ben” he extends his hand which you take & shake. Large & firm & also just the right feel to it. It’s only once you get back to your room that you realise in your art portfolio & resources, that Ben had slipped his business card in there, with his office number & email.

You didn’t email him for 2 weeks & you actively asked Jane in her classes for supplies or support. You wanted to avoid Ben for as long as you could, hoping you had dreamed up the meeting & the stolen moments you had shared. He had filled your dreams since that precious glance & you didn’t want to fall further under his charm. Avoiding him you thought would help but it’s just made it worse. However fate lead to your paths crossing, not at campus but at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You were in the gift shop looking at post cards scanning for ideas for your silent part of your art, when he walked past & turned back almost doing a double take as he went to leave”miss photoshop what a pleasant surprise, what brings you to the met on this wet winter afternoon?” He leans next to the display as he engages in conversation with you. His coat looks warm & cozy even if a little damp due to the rain, but his hair is in pristine place & his glasses are either missing or replaced with contacts making those eyes even larger “I need something for the silence part of my project sir, but I’m having a hard time picking it, so I came to watch people look at art in silence to see if that gave me inspiration but it hasn’t”

“That’s a shame” he says “let me buy you a coffee & we can people watch together if you want” “I’m sorry what professor?” You say in shock “it’s just Ben,” he offers his hand “I encourage all my students at least once a month to go people watch & come up with pretend story’s for who people might be that walk past them, it’s like a window to their own soul as they try to guess others.” “Did you just quote Man Ray?” You ask “because then I’ll take you up on that coffee & we can talk art & photography while we people watch.” The smile on Bens face is infectious. Gone is that moody professor who people gossip about. The person in front of you now is a man & clearly at least a friend, you both have a connection with the other. “I’m happy to talk art & people watch, it would be an honour.”

You start off people watching in silence sipping coffee unsure what to say to each other or about the people. The tension is palpable. & then someone with a Star Wars bag walks past you & you ask Ben “rebel, sith or jedi?” & that’s all it takes. For the next hour you both sit there talking about where all these people are going & what’s happening with their lives, sipping coffee & laughing. It’s only when his phone rings & it’s on loud that people shhh you both & he answers it. “Sorry, I have to go” he says. “But this has been fun, much better to sit here & talk with someone else & people watch than do it on your own” he says as he stands & you notice how tall & long he is. “thank you for the coffee Ben, as much as this was fun, it didn’t provide the spark I need for the silence I need for my project.” “Maybe inspiration will hit you a different way.” He replied & grabs your hands to help you up, almost pulling you into his chest. You can feel as your hand is wrapped around his wrist that his pulse has spiked. You both stand in silence for a few minutes & then shuffle awkwardly unsure what to both do next. At the end of the day you might not be his student but he’s still a professor at your college. You, against everything your body & heart are screaming out for more, decide not to act on your own needs & wants.

You both head outside the museum & it’s still raining. “Do you want to share a cab?” Ben asks in a friendly way “thanks Ben but I’m off to a friends now, i’ll get the subway but I’m sure we will bump back into each other soon” you blush trying to hide his affect on you. “Have it your way I’ll see you soon, I hope you work out your project” he waves a friendly good bye & goes to get in the taxi but he’s still distracted by your big smile & doesn’t see where he puts his foot. “bollocks” Ben shouts. He stepped in a deep puddle before shrugging at you & then gets into the taxi which speeds off. But in that reflection you see in the puddle from the ripples, the grey sky & lights of the city reflect back to you. The madness of the city being so calm & reflective in one tiny puddle. Ben has given you the inspiration for the other half of your project without even trying.

You don’t go to your friends, you head straight for the high line, one of your favourite places in New York & you start taking picture of the rain falling, the puddles forming & slow silent reflections gleaming back at you. It’s almost to perfect the mixture of architecture, nature & photography. It’s too good to be true. You don’t care that you are drenched to the bone & will be sick for 3 days in the next week, this is the perfect calming yang to your traffics ying. It going to look phenomenal.

You have every week since then gone to a different museum to see if Ben is there to people watch with, & you’ve also been popping into the office to discus your art with Jane, talking to Ben a few times. You’ve not yet told him he’s part of your inspiration for this, you will do before the presentation at the end of term. But you & Ben now have a close friendly relationship. He says hi when he sees you walking about & you have slight giggles & little jokes with each other. All harmless fun, but there are still moments when your eyes meet that you can’t deny to yourself, that you would like to be who the rumours are about. He always asks about your art & has asked Jane who it’s all going for you too. You hope he puts in this much dedication with his actual students.

10 days ago however your world crumbled. There was a rumour Ben was dating a student in the first year. As someone in their final year, you’ve heard all these story’s before & know they aren’t true. But you heart just feels like it’s shattered. Everything you had hoped for that you might have one day with Ben has gone. You remember this is just everyone’s fantasy & it won’t be happening to you any time soon. The student is what he’s always rumoured to go for, athletic, bit ditsy, blonde & stick thin. Not someone with blue streaks through their black hair, a squishy nose who could probably eat that girl as she’s so skinny for diner. You are heart broken from the relationship you’d secretly wanted more from, even though you hadn’t been brave enough to act on it. You bury your head into your art & try to not think about it at all.

You’ve seen Ben since this day & been nice to him, but you just feel a little lost. It is just a fantasy, everyone wants for Mr Ben to be there’s. To have a few stolen moments but you were sure it might slightly happen to you but it hasn’t. So you’ve plowed on with & burrowed your head in your art portfolios & are now just hours away from your deadline in the library, referencing as much as you can ready to hand in your appendix in the morning. It’s only when your music pauses in your ears, that you realise someone is sat in the chair next to you, with their own cup of coffee. You can tell from the hand on your music player alone, exactly who it is.

“Ben” you say not having to whisper at 10pm, as you remove your headphones. There’s all of 8 students in here all with their own headphones in. “It’s late what are you doing here?” You ask. You’re startled but also instantly calm that he is here & he is looking so handsome. The tie he is often seen wearing isn’t on, the glasses dark frame matching his dark black shirt & his selves are rolled up. He looks at you with genuine concern & affection in hope to help you with whatever it is you are doing. “Late night study group with my second years, 6 of them just haven’t understood the last 3 essays I’ve asked them to write or read, so we did a coffee & cake night. I think 4 of them have finally got it though, I always think it helps to share the problem, no matter what it is.” Ben takes your hand, that large thumb trailing over your knuckles, what you wish you could do with that thumb. “So I was walking past & thought I’d pop in to see who was in the library this late, & who do I see…you, little miss photoshop, with your head in a pile of books & websites, not actually creating. Is everything okay?” He ask, your eyes meeting & you do everything you can to look back at your work from this handsome distraction, but he lifts his hand to the side of your face to turn you back to face him as he softly whispers “seriously, your amazing, your perfect, I’ll do anything”.

That’s all it takes. You lean in touching his face in return & tentatively take his lips with your own. He’s a-gasp, shocked at your advanced. He can feel all the butterfly’s you have felt for the last few months since you met him. You’re electrified & then you very quickly break away from your embrace & look back at your laptop & not at Ben, but you can still feel him on your lips & how he made you feel like you were going at a million miles an hour but also completely still much like your photographs. “Shit” you mumbled “Ben I…” you don’t get a chance to apologise, Ben has turned your face back towards him & is engaging in the next kiss. He’s hungry like he’s waited for this for ages, like he’s willing to break all the rules to have a few stolen moments with you but he wishes he could have more. Your of age & an adult & not his actual student, he’s not that much older than you. He wants this but he has so many conflicting things going on in his mind right now, as do you. But you are both desperate for each others touch. This kiss is the best you have ever had. No man or woman has ever made you feel this good from just one kiss.

“Sorry” he says “I just had to be sure I wasn’t dreaming”. His words come out breathy as he pants. “I should go…””No!” You shout & realise it was quite loud for a library even when there is no one really here. “Please stay, your presence calmed me when I realised it was you” Bens half way out of his chair unsure if he should sit back down or go home. He wants to stay & distract you from your appendix, In so many ways. It’s all he thought about since he met you. Those few stolen moments in his office, your little smirk at the museum, the way your hands are so expressive when you talk. He noticed every single detail & he is desperate to make a go of this. He looks in your eyes & he can see the same desire & longing being directed back to him. He has to make the choice for the both of you.

“Grab your laptop & books & come with me” he states,”there’s better wifi else where in the library, it will make attaching your appendix faster & then we can talk”. Ben goes to pick up his mug & yours & raises an eyebrow at you. You know deep down that this isn’t going to be studying, you know you’re actually going to be the girl the university gossips about & if it’s true or not. “Okay Ben, I’m almost there though I’ve got 8more…” But Bens hand doesn’t go for your mug & you are interrupted. His large hand strokes across your chin before his thumb that you have often wondered what it would feel like, traces over your lips. You gasp & instantly become aroused. It’s so flat & soft & it make you want to suck it & beg for some of his other fingers else where. “Ben” you moan as his hand moves away. You hit save & collect you items putting them in your 2 bags & grab his hand, while making sure no one is watching you sneak off with a professor.

Ben doesn’t even check, he wants you & he needs you. The second your hand entwines with his, he is off at a speed your art is. He take you to the back of the library which is dimly lit & is where all the media & art books are. “Oooh you actually wanted to help Ben, I didn’t realise.” You feel a little flat thinking Ben has no intention of doing anything other than be a professor at this moment. But the second both your bags are on the table between the two rows of bookshelves, Ben is hoovering over you. Eyes filled with desire, his breathing is short, & you can feel his wanting of you radiating from every inch of his body. He doesn’t need to say a word. You cup his face & kiss him deeply as he pushes you against a chair at the table. Those large hands of his, twisting your hair, before one moves down your back to rest just on your waist, so you can be pushed further into him. You never want to break this kiss. The way your body is responding to his, is magnetic. The way you moan & groan just from a simple deep kiss, one filled with all the lustful dreams you have ever had about Ben, just taking over your mouth & making you want more. You know you’re aroused, your pleasure is screaming for him to touch you even more. Ben is also trying so hard not to just cum in his trouser right now, he needs you to relieve his own pressure as he grows harder.

“I don’t know what happening” you eventually mumble as he starts to kiss your neck “but I’m happy it is” you both say at the same time & then both have a little giggle before his eyes meet yours again. “If you’re not comfortable with this…” Ben starts but you squeeze his arse through jeans which makes him yelp. “So we did have a moment when we first met then?” You ask him “oooh yes & I’ve been trying to work out since that moment if I would be in trouble for asking you on a date, your not my student, I’ve never asked any student out before or even kissed them, even if they have since left” this makes your heart flutter. All the myths about Ben are false, he’s squeaky clean & is a moral teacher to be looked up to. No affairs with any students at all, & then you remember why he’s saying this all to you. You’re about to become his exception to the rule & you really don’t care. You’re going to be the hearsay.

“Well technically we have been on a date at the museum…” “that doesn’t count” Ben replies “& for half of it we sat there in silence & it was a chance meeting” he lowers his head to whisper in your ear seductively “however if you’d have got in my taxi, it might have been another story” he peppers kisses down your neck “no it was destiny for your to leave without me. Where did you think I got my reflection art idea from Ben?” He pauses his kisses for 2 seconds as he goes “really?” Your shy nod through your blushes are as hot as the next kiss he gives you. It’s so powerful that he pushes you into the book case, which creaks. “Ben” you moan at his sudden movement from the table. “This is so intense, I…I” “shhh baby shhhh” his lips are still searching for yours & your chin, as his hands move to your hips, which are desperate for friction.

“I…I…I need you Ben, I need you & im not sure my body will allow me to wait to get back to my room or your place, maybe your office or…” but you her the clink of his belt being undone as he moves a hand so it’s leaning over you holding the book case “baby, I don’t think I can make it to my office. I wish wed had this moment sooner, so I could have taken you out on a date first. I wish I had known, I wish I had” “the signs were all there Ben” you moan back at him as you undo his fly, the zip sound wrong but so erotic “are you happy you want to do this?” You ask & your hands move to your leggins & knickers to roll them down in a second “im the man, I should be asking you?” He responds in a soft tone. “Are you sure?” He asks & his face for a nano second has turned serious asking for your consent. “Yes Ben I want this, I want you” is your clear response Consenting to his pleasure as you step out of both your leggins & knickers & he reaches into his back pocket to produce a condom. “Yes baby, I promise we will do this properly another time” he rolls his jeans & briefs down to just below his knees & you see him cover his impressive length with the protection.

Ben edges closer to you & starts to raise your dress ready for a clear & swift entrance inside you. “You… you are okay with this… this isn’t your first time?” Ben asks suddenly very much aware he’s about to have sex with a student in the university’s library & not everyone has had sex before “Ben I’d have been even more hesitant if it was, & I’m on the pill” is your response. A small smirk creeps across his face before his lips lock with yours & he pushes hard against you & the shelving. He teases you slightly before he pushing inside you. You moan loudly, he’s girthy & much larger than you have had before. It pinches & pushes all the air out of your lungs. “Beeeennnnn” you growl, feeling so full & satisfied already, desperate for more movement.

Ben doesn’t say a word. He just sighs & thrusts again & you whimper. Your mouth & jaw go slack at the most relaxed but also most sexy feeling you have ever experienced in the world. He lifts your right leg to wrap it around him for a better & more enjoyable for the both of you, his hand gripping your thigh firmly. This hand then moves up your body & towards your mound with the next couple of thrusts, before his thumb, that large thumb that was trailing across your lips, flicks at your bud, you instantly clamp around his cock & moan loudly “yessss Ben” & his other hand covers your mouth “shhhh baby we don’t want to get in trouble now do we, be quiet girl & we can have some fun” & his hips really start to move.

Who’d have thought Ben was so adventurous in not only wanting to have sex with a student, but to do it at 11pm at night, not just in public but in the library where he works & you study. He has thought about you & how your body would feel for months now, when you had sex. But here he is, his length pulsing inside your core making you want to make the most erotic noises in the world, as he drills into you, with his hand over your mouth “shhhhh baby we don’t want to get in trouble do we, save the moaning for another night” he says as he movements become larger & the book case starts to creak that he’s pushed you against harder.

Crash! the first book falls from the shelf with an almighty thump from how fast he is pushing you into the unit. It’s not even a small book. It’s Hockneys complete appendix of British culture. It’s a coffee table book. So if he is thrusting that hard at this early stage, how much faster is he going to go? Your eye glances down at it but then return back to those large dark Carmel’s that are dilating with every second , every pulse & every want he has to make you feel even more of a woman than you already are. He’s so large, he’s making you gasp for every breath. He is giving this all he’s got. “I know you want to moan my love, but keep it down okay” he removed his hand from your mouth, but not before he allows you to suck his thumb. “Ben oh Ben oh baby yes” I whisper trying to not sound so needy & desperate.

He moves with an impressive rhythm. The book case creaking & the occasional book hitting the floor is louder than your collective moans & panting. You feel every thrust inside you making you want so much more. Bens lips move from your face to your neck, sucking & pecking away at it. His hand is now towering over you for balance as he goes & he breathes heavier. Such a large hand capable you now know of many naughty things you can both explore. Your own hands are digging into his hips & shoulders as you try not to scream from pleasure. “Yes Ben” are the hushed tones coming from your mouth “baby oh baby,you’re so good” he replies back. Every time he thinks you are moaning too much, he slows down slightly & he kisses you back on the lips, to remind you to stay silent. The moan he makes as he pulls away & speeds up again is louder than the noise you were previously making.

“Fuck ooh yes, so close, you feel so good…” you’ve reached the point of no return, as these breathy high pitched words leave your mouth. His hips blistering into you, he’s almost there too. He grabs you around the throat which makes you gasp & also shuts you up. It’s not firm but you did not have Ben down for doing that. “Shhh baby, we’ll get in trouble”. He mumbles as 2 more large books fall out of the shelving “don’t…care…” you just about manage to get out before your rendered speechless by the next 3 thrusts that hit the spot & you let go. Your orgasm spiralling through your body. Ben lips shhh you as you go to scream yes. You bite into his bottom lip to try & keep your cry of pleasure down. He’s sent you over the edge. Bens rhythm falls out of sink & the deep shallow growl his voice makes into your mouth, happens as he fills the condom with him own cum. Slowly he stops his movements, & eventually the books stop falling & the shelving once again becomes silent.

You wrap your arms around Bens neck as you both open your eyes which you’d both closed while cuming. His eyes less filled with passion now but still so handsome & so dark & mesmerising. Panting & sighing happening between you both. His hand cups you cheek “you have the most beautiful eyes” you eventually manage to say to Ben & a small grin covers your face in your afterglow. “No I don’t” Ben replies “yours eclipse anyone’s with beauty, they really are the window to the soul” You bring his face into yours for another deep kiss, one full of hope & wanting more than this. Your hand goes up into his hair to caress his head as you make out continues.

“We need to clean this up” Ben say when you eventually break from your embrace & he shimmy’s his briefs & trousers back on after tying off his condom. “We don’t want to piss of the library team do we” you quickly put the books back between you & make sure everything is in as a correct place as possible. “Am I really the puddle inspiration?” Ben asks inquisitively as he adjusts his glasses. The glance from your eyes of pure love tells Ben the truth without you saying a word & he walks up to you & kisses you. “So I’m guessing tonight we created our own version of The Speed of Silence?” You muster once the kiss is over, never wanting to be far apart from those lips again. “You could say that” Ben smiles.

For the next month campus is full of gossip. There are rumours that there was sex in the library & that people heard books crashing & that no one been able to find that Hockney book since, but no one’s taken it out. As someone who doesn’t usually contribute & look like they pay attention to the rumours you find all this funny & really what you want to do, is tell people how right & wrong they are. No one has worked out the it was Ben or you or the both of you. You’ve had sneaky sex since, once in his lecture room when you did sit in on a class & twice in the art supply cupboard, but he’s yet to take you on that date he promised. Maybe all the rumours about Ben being a one off passionate lover were true.

However on the night of art & photography show case, things moved. You stand there explaining to your fellow student’s, alumni & teachers about your project when you hear a voice from behind you. “Why puddles?” Ben says & you turn around & you both beam at each other “whatever caused you to think of that must have had a really deep & meaningful impact on you” “yes it did professor…” you wink at him & Ben turns red & try’s to concentrate on the rest of your talk. Moving uneasily desperate for more.

Once the group you were talking to leaves, Ben slides in behind you “congratulations little miss photoshop, you are the talk of the campus, in more ways than one” His hand slips into yours, that large thumb tracing across your knuckles. “So are you Ben” I glance up towards his face. “I wish this was something more thorough, if I’m honest” you sound a little bit down despite this being your night to shine.

“& it will be” is Bens quick response & his eyes gesture to his bag, which he opens & you gasp. He has the missing Hockey book inside it. “Should we go return this, have a repeat performance & then I can take you out for dinner?” Ben ask. Eyes wide & seductive looking into your soul, once again making everything fly past so fast in your mind but also freezes you in time. You hand trails across his chin. “Took you long enough to ask Ben” He waits for someone to walk past before he kisses your forehead, & then takes your hand. “Your art speaks for itself, let’s go now & give the campus some real gossip to talk about” & Ben leads you out of the exhibition & back to the library, for your own private viewing.

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Could i request a continuation of your 'peanut butter' phobos x reader fic? Perhaps them going on that date? I really enjoyed that fic and the way you wrote all the characters 😊

Why thank you!! I really enjoyed writing that one!

Hee hoo I went a lil overboard I hope yall dont mind <3 THIS IS ALSO LONG AS HELL

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Jelly? // [Peanut Butter part.2 • Director Phobos x Reader, fic]

"What do you MEAN the Director asked you out??!-"

"be quiet, Crackpot, he could still hear us from the hall..!" Christoff hissed through gritted teeth, lightly slapping his backhand on Crackpot's arm

"I- uh-... I cant even- explain- he just-.. and I-" you sputtered, still processing the recent event, standing there awkwardly

Hofnarr stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder "[L/n], wh- what did he tell you?" His voice was lightly worried and horrified, with its usual nervous tone, you stared at him for a few moments while replaying those words in your head

'say... Would accompanying me to check out that new Bar & Bakery place be suitable?... Let's say.. this Friday at.. 10pm sounds fine?'

"he just-.. asked if accompanying him to that new Bar & Bakery by 10pm on Friday would be a - suitable punishment... said he'd.. pick me up by my dorm then-"

"holy shit, its really a date..."

"with him its really a punishment-" Crackpot jabbed his elbow on Christoff's arm, frowning under his mask

"what? Am I wrong?--" he was interrupted by the Tower guards walking back, talking without the usual accent for a moment before they cleared their throats and got back on their positions

You four kept quiet for a moment before you all began whispering

"we'll talk more about this over lunch, usual table?" You and Hofnarr nodded "you better know Im going as well."

"What-"

"Im hanging around for this, I wanna know how it ends..!"

Christoff groaned quietly, not having the patience to deal with arguing with Crackpot at the moment

"Fine.- Fine. but we wont wait for you if you're late to lunch." Crackpot nodded, finding it fair

"well, lets get cleaning before the Director comes back!" he rushed off to put away the bottles again, you three shared a look before getting to work as well, though you could only think of one thing while cleaning..

'what am I going to do now??'

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Later that day, you all finished packing the peanut butter bottles just in time for lunch. Walking all together in silence to the Cafeteria and dropping off the bags, you four went to sit at the circular table far off to the corner, the one Christoff, you, and Hofnarr would sit to discuss your plans without being heard by people a lot, you 3 would lower your voices and over the many conversations around the room, no one could listen to your plans, and if they did, they couldn't hear very well

As you four sat around each other, you looked nervous, bouncing your leg as the anxiety creeping in had you manually controlling your breathing, the other three just sat in silence looking at you, Christoff seemed to be lost in his thoughts, Hofnarr looked at you with worry and a bit of pity while Crackpot actually looked concerned for you, he's never seen you this nervous before

the silence was deafening and a bit awkward, you were starting to get lost in your own head as well, what if the Director was actually angry? what if he's fuming with anger?? what if he's trying to give you a false sense of security before he takes you to an Alleyway to kill you?? those thoughts swarmed your head quickly as tiny beads of sweat began to form on your forehead of how scared you were. it wasn't until Crackpot's voice snapped your attention back to reality

".... what day is it again?" he spoke, looking at you all with concern "it's Thursday..." Christoff said absent-mindedly, still lost in his own thoughts before realization hit him with a brick, eyes slightly widening as he gazed into nothingness with raised eyebrows

"holy shit it's tomorrow-"

"oh no, it's tomorrow..." you echoed, voice just a bit above a mumble as it wavered, okay yea, that only shot up your anxiety

Hofnarr put a hand on your arm "it'll be okay, [L/n]! Im sure he just- maybe doesn't want to bring a bodyguard this time?-..." you and Christoff stared at him as if he had three heads, Hofnarr held an awkward smile before it fell, taking his hand off your arm

"yyeahh I know that was stupid to say-- I have no idea of what to do either-" you four fell silent again, thinking of what to do

"hey... what if we stalk them from afar?" Crackpot raised the option, the three of you looked at him with a face of 'bro wtf no' "Dont look at me like that! I know it sounds weird, but hear me out! Let's do like those movies where the friends stalk a couple from afar to make sure the date goes well or something along those lines. So then we make sure the Director doesnt kill [L/n] and we still get to see what happens!"

You three fell silent, Christoff looking at Crackpot with a deadpan, before he actually began thinking about it "... Its not that bad of an idea-" you spoke, bringing their attention to you

".. it'd- make me feel a lot safer at least-..." Christoff hummed, he glanced at Hofnarr, Hofnarr nodded with a small smile "Alright then, we'll do that, but we'll need to disguise ourselves better than just fake mustaches, Crackpot, if you need to really wear a mask everywhere you go- at least dont wear the dissonance helmet there, it'll give you away, youre the only fool here that wears that thing everywhere."

Crackpot gasped dramatically, putting his hand to his chest "how dare you call me a fool!-" "boys please, dont bicker now! Not the time." Hofnarr interrupted Crackpot before he went on a tangent, Hofnarr looked at you with a smile

"dont worry, [L/n]! We'll be there for you!" You smiled, nodding, still not being able to shake off the anxiety from your chest, but youre so glad to have friends like them

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And so, the so waited time came, you tried finding something nice to put on or find a nice combo of clothing you had that looked nice, thankfully you did find the outfit you got on nice enough! Sometimes you made the occasional self-awareness of thinking you were putting an awful lot of effort into this, but you excused yourself with 'Phobos would probably want me to look nice for this- it's fine.'

As the time he said he'd come to pick you up came closer, the more nervous you got, sitting at the edge of your bed, leaning on your arms which were resting on your thighs, bouncing a leg again, you mentally prepared yourself until then

And as soon the clock hit 10 pm, there was a knock on your door, you immediately got up and opened your dorm door, and there he was, Phobos in all his glory as always. He wore a different coat than he usually used, this one was still the grey he always wore, having a few medals near a pocket on his left side of the suit, having more of a tail coat than on the back, kinda more rectangular and coming down mid-calf, usual black pants, dark grey shirt with white tie, black fingerless gloves, helmet, goggle and bandages on his face as always, as well as his red cape, though this one was a bit different than the one he always wore, being separated on the front with two golden Nexus Core buttons on the sides draped over his shoulders connected by a golden chain. Welp now you know he has more than one cape for occasions, Crackpot owes you 40 bucks

"Ah, there you are, [L/n]-... You.. look stunning…" he said a little strained, you looked down, bowing a little as you fiddled with your hands behind your back, were you hiding a bit of blush? Yeah, a little bit

"th- thank you, sir.-" "Phobos, you may call me by my name for tonight, as long as I may call you by your first name for tonight as well." He said, reaching a hand down for you to take, you hesitated a little before gently setting your own hand on his

".. sure, Phobos. Of course." You tensed slightly as he enveloped his hand around your own, almost making your hand disappear within his. He let out a pleased hum as he gently pulled you out of your room, you closed the door as you stepped out and locked it

"shall we get going then?" He asked, looking at you oddly softly, you almost thought this was an imposter, you gulped silently and nodded with a hum, he let go of your hand and offered a folded arm to you, you looped your arm around his, not that you could fully do that, as your hand rested just above his bicep

He chuckled "you look nervous, though I understand, it's not every day The Director asks one out." Aaand there it is, an opening to rub his own ego, yea this was your Director alright. He lead you among the halls of the dorms, you almost struggled to keep up with his long strides. Though your doubts were confirmed, this was indeed a date of sorts

"Why yes, Phobos, your- presence is quite nervewracking." You deadpanned internally, he laughed softly "I am quite aware, and it is what I strive to achieve in my employers... However, not tonight."

He spoke a bit more quietly on that last part, you wondered what exactly he meant by that, people walked on eggshells everywhere he went, he's a bit tricky to please

You hummed, falling silent as you really had nothing else to say, though you found yourself looking around when he wasn't looking, searching for any sign of your friends as you both headed your way. The silence was broken half your walking way to the bakery by Phobos

"Now that it came to mind, tell me [Y/n], what exactly gave you the idea to fill my office with Peanut Butter containers?" He asked calmly, even though your anxiety shot up again as the topic was brought up, your fears of him being overly angry at you for that coming back within seconds

"w-well I-.. I just-" you struggled to get your words out, stammering as you kept your eyes on the ground, afraid to look up at him, your hands lightly trembling

"I- just thought it'd be funny-..." You breathed out, your voice becoming quieter with every word, The Director gazed down at you, studying your behavior and movements, feeling your hand twitching and trembling on his arm, he simply hummed after a few moments of silence, looking back forward as you both walked

"... I need you to keep in mind I'm not angry at you for that, as I said, it was quite amusing to see." You blinked, stunned for a second as you finally looked up at his bigger form, he didn't move to look at you, though you didn't mind that, you just nodded "y-yes, si-- Phobos, my apologies-"

"do not apologize, you have no reason to, once more, your little stunt was amusing to me, I am not angry over it." He repeated as you finally saw the Bar & Bakery come into view, you just fell silent again, once you both entered, you could feel a few eyes on you both, a paranoic feeling that crept in your chest but you knew it was just people who noticed the Director coming in, especially all dressed up for the occasion

Phobos simply let you to one of the farthest tables in the corner, having you sit with your back to the corner and he sat in front of you, he explained briefly it was something about the privacy of his own face, these people did not need to see his mouth. You understood, though that could be avoided by going somewhere private- you were still glad to be somewhere public

You glanced around about what you could see of the place, having to double take when you saw three people covering their faces with the menu, the shortest one peeked out and discreetly waved at you, they had a weird clownish hairstyle though it was black instead of being colorful like you'd expect, contrasting with the light grey overalls and green sweater they wore, you recognized the face as Hofnarr, the two others peeked from their menus as well. the tallest one you recognized as Christoff- but with a full head of hair tied in a man bun probably a wig and shades on, wearing a black coat and pants with a dark grey shirt. While the other one was obviously Crackpot, he wore a jacket composed of shades of grey, a hood over what you could see to be ginger strands of hair, a white polo shirt with an orange overcoat, he wore green goggles, and a white face mask as well

You gave them a knowing look before shifting your attention quickly back to Phobos, who had a menu in his hands "this drink looks good, what do you think?" He turned the menu to you and pointed at a fancy-looking drink... Kir Royale? Of course, that'd catch his eye.

You took a moment to read the drink's description, nodding with a small amused grin "it looks quite nice, it suits you as well" you chuckled lightly

He let out an amused soft laugh, thankful he had his face covered by bandages "well then, I know what I'm ordering for the drink, would you like one of these as well?" He turned the menu back to him, browsing the food part of the menu "ah- no- Id- rather not have anything alcoholic for tonight-.."

Phobos nodded in understandment with a hum "understandable.. but what drink will you order?" He leaned against the table, it creaked slightly and dipped a bit on his side due to his size, he didn't seem to notice too much

You looked at your menu, humming in thought, this place has a lot of drinks you didn't really know about- though thankfully the bakery side of the menu had a few lighter options than the bar

"Uhm... Maybe this milkshake?" You mirrored what he did earlier, and pointed at the milkshake you wanted to show him. He looked at the description of the drink, just a milkshake of your favorite fruit, nothing too special, though it seems the Bakery did put effort into it’s decoration

Phobos nodded in approvement "It looks nice, it suits you too." His gaze trailed back to you, the same look he gave you back at his office yesterday, you couldn't help but feel a bit of heat rising to your cheeks and that odd feeling on your stomach, you leaned back into your seat as you looked back at the menu for the food

A while later, a trembling waiter came over to your table, questioning what your orders would be in stutters. After ordering, the waiter scrambled away

You both engaged in quite interesting topics on the meanwhile, talking about some work-related things, but as well things about life in general, Phobos seemed to make most of the questions about you, it was almost uncharacteristic of him not to be talking about himself like he always did

He looked interested too, genuinely, you had never seen him so interested like this aside from when you and your friends were reporting Progress on your more important projects. It gave you that odd fluttering feeling on your stomach again

Of course, he didn't waste opportunities to show off his own experiences and stroke his own ego, which you amusedly contributed, even if accidentally or on purpose

You both were so lost in your own bubble that you were almost startled when the waiter came back with your drinks and food, a brief thank you to the waiter as you both fell back into your conversation, the waiter was even surprised when Phobos thanked them as well before skittering off when Phobos made a dismissive motion with his hand

You were actually loosening up, forgetting about that creeping anxiety you had before about the date, it felt like talking to a friend you hadn't seen in years, you listened with interest to the stories Phobos had to tell you about his own life before becoming a director, of course, there were things he didn't elaborate on, and as much as you curiosity tried to pry you to ask about it, you didn't, though keeping a mental note about them, you didn't want to anger him about something that could've been something private of his

While he told you the story of how he got one of his metals, he gestured with his hands a little too strongly and knocked his partially eaten pastry on himself, you gasped lightly and quickly covered your own mouth as he quickly stumbled to take the treat and put it back on his plate, he sat the stiffly, his fingers lightly gripping the edge of the table, a silence dragging between you both at you stared at each other

You tried to keep your snickers from being heard, though you failed miserably, a smile tugging at your lips under your hands as you snickered, which turned into tiny giggle fits, you felt Phobos lightly glaring at you

“Don't laugh at me.” he said, struggling to keep serious as you could hear a smile in his tone, which only made you wheeze as you tried to keep your laugh quiet, eventually you heard small chuckles coming from the Director himself, leading you both into fits of laughs you both tried your best to keep quiet about. Phobos softly gazed at you again, as he leaned on the table for support, a hand on his head to support it as he laughed, you still had your eyes closed and a hand covering your mouth as you laughed

He had no idea how you had such an effect on him, your laugh always felt so contagious, he couldn't help but laugh along with you when you fell into giggles, back at the Tower, your laugh always made him look your way, made a smile tug at his lips as he heard your voice, sometimes finding himself staring at one of the cameras of the tower he could see you in, or how he'd catch himself daydreaming about you when he had paperwork to finish. You made him feel things he couldn't even tell what they were when they first started, you were never that intimidated by him like most of the scientists and agents were when first hired, even going as far as ask how his day had been going if you happened to bump into each other and go the same direction for a while

No one had really done that for a really, really long time, it was… heartwarming? Was that the word again? Took him a while to realize what he was feeling, and an even longer while to muster up the courage to ask you out, it frustrated him how he found himself weak at the knees when he wanted to simply ask you if you could have coffee with him later, the side that strived for Godhood yelling in his mind about how he would almost lower himself to you anytime you were around, it was almost infuriating how someone like you could have such overwhelming effects on him-

He snapped out of his daze when he catches you moving to hand him a napkin, cheeks pink from laughing… why- oh yeah- the slice of cake that had fallen earlier, he took the napkin from you and took a moment to clean whatever residue of the pastry on his pants. You sighed, breathless from your giggles, you spoke

“Im- so sorry, sir-”

“Hm? Sorry for what?” he looked back up at you as he folded the dirty napkin and placed it beside his plate

“For- laughing earlier, I just- couldn't help myself-!”

“Don't apologize, I admit, it was quite funny. I was caught off guard by the flying cake slice- and what did I tell you about calling me ‘sir’ tonight?” you giggled again and mumbled an apology as you took another bite from your jelly-filled pastry, a smile tugging at his exposed mouth as he finished his own as well, taking a few sips of his drink

You looked out the window as you finished your milkshake, it was pretty dark outside, you wondered how long you'd been there… “hey Phobos?” he hummed, looking back at you “do you have the time?”

He grinned “why yes, I have all the time in the world for you~”

Awkward silence, he was still grinning, though you could slightly see the bit of his uncovered face turning red by the second, you couldn't help but blush either, trying not to grin at the flirt

“I- meant the-”

“I~ know-” he quickly interrupted, pulling a sleeve to look at the watch on his wrist, the red from his cheeks beginning to disappear as he realized what time it was “Oh dear- it's almost 12:30.” You flinched at his words “12:30 already?? Oh fuck-” you quickly finished your pastry as Phobos took the last few sips of his drink and wrapped his bandages back over his face, getting the same idea you had. You got up from your seat and adjusted your clothes, he soon got up after you and adjusted his cape, he glanced at you, double-taking as he saw a bit of jelly on the corner of your lips, he quickly took another napkin “wait-..”

You barely had time to react before he bent a bit to your height and held your face with one hand and wiped off the jelly with the napkin with the other, your cheeks flushed again with how close he was, though it was short-lived as he crumpled the dirty napkin in his hand and threw it on the plates at your table, he offered his arm to you again, which you took after a moment of being stunned, confused on what happened just then but quickly pushed it aside. The Bakery part of the place was mainly empty, some of the patrons going over to the bar side or had gone home already

As you both walked to the cashier, you caught a glance of that table with your friends, double-taking, you completely forgot they were there- Christoff glanced at you from looking at the TV, the other two looking at the TV as well so the Director wouldn't see their faces, you gave him a knowing look as you and Phobos headed out

Phobos looked happy, you looked up at him as you both walked the empty sidewalk, he glanced down at you once he felt you looking at him, you shot him a small smile before turning your attention back to where you were going

The walk back to the Tower was quite silent, a peaceful kind of silence as you both just enjoyed the night breeze hitting your skin

Soon you were back at the Dorms, the Director escorted you back to your room, once you were in front of the door, you turned to him

“.. Tonight was great.” you smiled up at him “it- really was.. You're great company.” he said softly, you chuckled “thank you, you're a great company as well… thank you for tonight, Phobos, this ‘punishment’ was the best I've ever received.” you air quoted the punishment part with a grin, he let out a softly laugh

“It wasn't much of a punishment, now was it? Oh well, it is what it is.” he simply shrugged, leaving you to giggle some more

“Goodnight, Phobos.” you opened the door to your room and stepped in, when you were about to close the door, Phobos spoke

“Wait!-” ahem “you- would you like to- walk with me at the park one of these days? Maybe- grab some coffee as well?” he held his hands behind his back, hiding the anxious fiddling he was doing with his hands, you looked up at him, smiling softly as pink dusted your cheeks again

“I'd love to.” He seemed to brighten at your words, a smile being heard in his voice “.. okay, cool- Good- Goodnight, Dr. [L/n]--”

You laughed “what happened to the whole first name thing for tonight?”

“Ah- right. My apologies, Goodnight, [Y/n].” he began to walk away from your room “Goodnight!” you said between chuckles, closing your door behind you. You kicked off your shoes and sat at the foot of your bed, contemplating what just happened, soon there was a rhythmically knock on your door

“Its.. open…” you said, Christoff opened the door, pushing Hofnarr and Crackpot in as he closed the door behind him after he walked in

“What. the fuck. Was that???” Crackpot said, all three of them looking at you in pure shock

“YOU THINK I KNOW???” you yelled, yanking a pillow to you and slamming it on your face as you fell back into your bed

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Phobos entered his quarters, turning on the light and closing the door behind him, unclipping the golden chain from one of his cape’s buttons and hanging it on the coat hanger beside the door while unwrapping the bandages around his mouth and taking off his helmet, he walked over to his large bed, turning around and throwing himself on his bed, he let out a dreamy sigh, one hand gripping his chest

He chuckled, almost in disbelief, you accepted going out with him again??

He smiled and sighed again..

“... dear gods.. You really are something, aren't you, [Y/n]?” he closed his eye, thinking back on the date... Until his poor attempt to flirt came back to his mind, he grimaced, letting out a groan as he grabbed a pillow, stuffing it on his face over and over again

“Stupid, stupid, stupid… that was horrendous…”

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jamnotjam · 2 years

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Co-parenting

You thought you were just going to have a normal sleepover with your idol friend, jeonghan, but you thought wrong

NOTE: this is inspired by a dream I had lol

Rating: fluff

Warnings: clingy animal father jeonghan lol, snails

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You snuggle up in a soft blanket on the floor, jeonghan had invited you over for a sleepover, you spent the day hanging out with the other members, playing video games with wonwoo and mingyu, and making dinner with Woozi and Dk, jeonghan, even though he invited you, watched from the sidelines, not wanting to disturb the fun times you were having.

Then, nighttime falls and you have to go to sleep, jeonghan was insisting you sleep in the bed, but you refused. he made a bed on the floor with a million blankets and pillows, to make it the most comfy for you.

You thought he had already fallen asleep, you squeeze the blanket to your chest, taking in the smell of flower detergent, when suddenly you hear

“Y/n”

It was faint, you could just barely hear it, you thought it was just your imagination

“Y/n, are you awake?”

Jeonghan? He’s not sleeping? You turn over and look at him, he’s sitting up on bed, he looks tired, why isn’t he sleeping?

“Jeonghan? Are you not tired?”

You look over at the clock, 3:45 am, how did time go so fast? You could’ve sworn it was just 10pm

He lightly taps the blanket beside him, inviting you on bed with him, you were hesitant, but agreed. You climbed on bed next to him, he rubs his eyes and lays back down

“Why did you invite me up here?” You asked, confused

“I wanna cuddle”

You were taken aback, he’s never had such a request before, you know he’s pretty clingy though, makes sense, you reluctantly lay next to him, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and you fling your arm over his chest, seems like a weird cuddling position for two friends, you don’t think much of it though.

You finally start falling back to sleep, hoping jeonghan had done the same. A few hours pass, when you feel him shaking you awake.

“Hey, y/n”

He was so soft spoken, almost a whisper

“It’s time to wake up”

You open your eyes and look at him, your greeted by a cute smile and hooded eyes, he clearly also just woke up

“Good morning, sleepy head”

His voice is so cute in the morning, raspy, but still soft. You sit up and shield your eyes from the morning sun, he sits up after you and rubs your shoulders lightly

“Hey, I think jihoon might be making breakfast” he says

you nod and he gets up, he goes to his closet and gets a shirt out, he starts lifting his shirt over his head, is he seriously going to start changing in front of you?! You don’t know if you should cover your eyes or not. He gets his shirt off, he has a wonderful body, you watch him for a second, and start wondering, what do other parts of his body look like, you shake the thoughts out your head and cover your eyes, he’s your friend, stop being weird.

He giggles lightly “I saw you looking, it’s okay”

You feel yourself turning red, how could you be such a weirdo?

He takes your hand

“Hey, I wanna show you something” he smiles at you

“…okay, I guess” you stand on your feet and he starts walking out the room, you follow behind him nervously, he takes you out to the balcony all his roommates share, there’s a big planter box to grow stuff in, no one seems to be using it , he sits on his knees in the dirt, getting his pants dirty, he doesn’t seem to mind though. He smiles at you and waves you over, you sit next to him, cringing at the feeling of dirt on your knees. He points at the corner of the planter box, there’s a big snail with babies on its back, there’s a tray of food and water next to it, he’s clearly been taking care of them, he giggles

“Aren’t they adorable?” He looks at you

You smile, they aren’t the cutest, or the most ideal pet, but he seems to get a kick out of them

“Sure, jeonghan” you look at him

Your faces are closer than you thought, he looks in your eyes, before trailing down to your lips, he quickly looks back to the snails

“T-they’ve been here for awhile, I think they’re staying because they know I’m taking care of them”

He stumbles over his words abit

You nod, he looks back over at you, eyes instantly going back to your lips

“W-we should…go back inside for breakfast, yeah?” He scratches on he back of his neck before starting to get up, you take his hand and pull him back down lightly

“Wait”

He looks back at you

“Yeah?”

You kiss him, he widens his eyes, then relaxes and kisses back, his hands go up and cup your face, yours on the back of his neck

You pull away after awhile, he’s red, blush even trailing down to his neck, you laugh lightly, he fans himself

“M-maybe….we can be co-parents?” He asks with a shy smile on his face

“Sure, jeonghan”

He laughs

“If you guys are done smacking lips, breakfasts ready!” Jihoon yells from the kitchen

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Feedback appreciated

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #jeonghan #jeonghan fanfic #jeonghan fluff #seventeen fluff

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en-hale · 2 years

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Enyhypen Heeseung Facetiming you to Fuck ♡‧₊˚

Horny!hee x fem!reader ♡‧₊˚⋆｡˚ ⋆

En-Hale Comeback ~~ Manifesto Day 20

WARNING ≕ 18+/smut (mutual masturbation, dirty talk). Cursing. Read at your own discretion !

AUTHOR'S NOTE ≕ This is a scenario piece that I LOVE, so please enjoy! Tune in tomorrow for the last day of En-Hale Comeback at 10pm CST!

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it's late at night but of course, you're still up watching videos on YT

A message from Heesueng pops up reading, "U up?"

He knew you were up, why would you be sleeping at 12 am..?

You text back in seconds, yes, and then nothing.

Heeseung was away on tour so you were surprised he even had time to text you. He might've fallen asleep himself.

But nope.

Your phone explodes with different messages, all of them correlating with the fact that he's horny.

You giggle to yourself. He's too cuteeeeee. ♡♡♡

You send back heart emojis and he storms back with "😡😡😡"

"What?" you text, with a little smirking emoji.

Not three seconds later and he's face timing you.

You've both been dating for so long but still, when he called you out of the blue, you're stomach did a thing.

You fix yourself on the bed and answer.

You realized he's calling off his laptop, and it's a perfect view of his entire body lying on the bed.

His hands are fiddling around on his stomach beneath his shirt.

You feel yourself start to tingle.

"Babyyyyyyyyyyy" he whined. You giggled again.

He gets closer to the camera and puckers his lips.

You tease him and he whines again.

"Kiss me," he pouts. You blow him a kiss and he catches it dramatically.

he smiles back at you and you can tell he's staring at your lips. You bit them as seductively as you can.

"Don't," He said. You watch his hand move down his torso and over his pants.

"You look so good," He comments.

You set up your phone to where your body is in the frame. You remembered you were only wearing a bra and kind of froze, but it's Heeseung, so no need to get shy.

And he does a double-take at your body. "You sleep naked?" he sounded so curious.

You nod timidly and he chuckles, "Fuck" he groans. It's so low and hot that you feel your stomach stir.

"I feel like I should get naked too," You shrug at him and he follows through unbuttoning his jeans and pulling off his shirt.

You so badly wish you could reach through the screen and feel his warm skin.

He looks back and noticed you staring, "I want you." And you say the same back.

You watch his hand reach into his boxers and stroke himself. You feel a pool of drool forming at your lips.

"Touch yourself for me." And you take no time in doing so. He pants into the microphone and you listen intently, moaning along.

"Good girl." He takes his last article of clothing off. "I want to see all of you," And you knew that meant to take your bra off. You fling it to the floor.

He watches as his arm speeds up. "Play with them," And you do, swirling your nipples between your fingers. He louts out a shaky sigh.

It's silent for a while, full of just breathing and low groans.

"Let me watch you," You moaned into the phone. He smirked and angled the camera down to his cock, which was polling at the tip with his pre-come and veiny.

He stroked and you remembered the way his hands felt on your own body. You loved the sound it made on the phone, wet and messy.

You angle your phone to be right on your pussy. You play in your wetness and Heeseung moans mindlessly.

"I want to eat you out so bad,"

"I'd love that," You respond back, speeding up your fingers that entered in and out.

"I'm close," He panted out. "Let's come together. Tell me when-"

You interrupt him, "I'm coming!" and the next few seconds are filled with vulgar sounds. You watch as he squirts onto himself and you might actually pass out from how hot it was.

When you both calm down, he giggles. "That didn't take very long."

"Nope." you grab your phone and push and hold it up to your face. "Any time you need me just call," he nods in response.

The next hour is spent talking about nothing and everything at the same time. You watch as Heesueng closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. He was so angelic. and you watched until eventually, you feel asleep too.

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crinkled-emotions · 2 years

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Mmhh the prompts 😍😍 I love the shorter fics so much too!! Unbelievable how you can future so much in so little words 🙌💖

49. and 71 please? I think would be awesome for some Daderick caring taking and worry about his kid.

Good morning!! Thank you for your kind words! I was gonna write this last night but I passed out on the couch beside my dad at 10pm 😂.

Maybe we should do these like once a week- I'll post a prompt list that I find and we can do some short stories!

I am a firm believer that Rooster too passes out on his couch at 10pm by the way lmao. Also, for someone who generally specialises in emeto I've been writing a shit ton of coughs/colds lately hahaha. It's a good opportunity to expand my skills!

49. "Not with that cold" and 71. "Person A is oblivious to the fact that they are most definitely getting sick, but person B knows them well, and is definitely aware of it"

Maverick knew just by seeing the back of Bradley that he wasn't feeling all that hot. For starters, Phoenix was glued to his side. Apparently she could see it too. His shoulders were a little more hunched than usual and he seemed confused as to why everyone except Phoenix was giving him a wide berth.

Penny waved Pete over to where she was serving patrons at the bar, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

"Bradley needs you!" She said, pointing in his direction. Maverick reached across to give her a kiss, nodding.

"I got him. Thanks, Penny."

He began to weave through the crowd, giving Bob's shoulder a squeeze when he got to the Daggers. Coyote gave him a fist bump.

"Sir," they all chorused- except Rooster, who grinned.

"Uncle Mav."

"Hey kid. You feeling okay?"

"Uh... yeah?"

Despite the confused look on his face, Maverick could see the dark bags under his eyes and the slight tremble to his hands. Phoenix rolled her eyes.

"He's been sneezing and coughing all day. Sounds like it hurts."

"Thanks, Tash. Bradley?"

"What are you talking about?" Bradley turned to Natasha who rolled her eyes.

"Empty your pockets, I bet we'll see a handful of disgusting tissues that you've been reusing so we don't see you go for the box all day."

"Oh, gross, Tash," Jake called as he walked past. Natasha flicked him off, not even bothering to give a fuck.

"I feel fine, it's probably just hayfever," Rooster said. Everyone except Bob snorted.

"You've never had hay fever before, why start now?" Payback said. Rooster narrowed his eyes at him.

"Sit and twist, dude."

"Look, why don't you call it a night, hm? Get some sleep, and we'll see you in class first thing tomorrow," Maverick suggested before Bradley could fight everyone. He went to resist but Bob cleared his throat.

"You could probably do with some extra sleep. I saw you in the ready room yesterday."

"Fine! Fine, I'll... I'll go home."

Rooster collected his keys and Hawaiian shirt but Maverick took the keys out of his hand before he could go further.

"I'll take you home, hm? As much as we call it an early night it's actually nearly eleven."

"Night Mav, Roo," Phoenix said. She picked up her beer and bumped Hangman out of the way so she could get her shot at the pool table. Rooster frowned as the rest of his team carried on with the night.

"Traitors," he muttered. Maverick raised an eyebrow.

"They care about you. Want you well."

Bradley went to bed and Maverick flopped on to the couch downstairs, turning on the TV. If Bradley was that unwell he would probably get up soon looking for medicine and Maverick would have to make sure he didn't do something stupid like try to go to class in the morning. Wouldn't be the first time.

Sure enough 1am rolled around and Maverick stirred awake to his godson sneezing uncontrollably. Maverick grimaced, swinging his feet to the ground and heading down the hall to the bedroom.

"Bradley?"

"Mav?"

"Can I come in?"

"Y- yeah."

Maverick turned the doorknob and flicked on the overhead light, frowning.

"Oh, Roo..."

"I'm good! I'm good. It's just hay fever. I can still fly."

"Not with that cold. C'mon, let's get some meds into you and you can hopefully go back to sleep."

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun Maverick #Pete Maverick Mitchell #Pete Mitchell #Maverick #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw #Rooster #sickfic #hurt/comfort

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Arknights - Family Matters (Lee / Doctor)

Rating: G

Word Count: 2891

Summary: With each passing day, it seems that Mr. Lee and the Doctor are only growing closer to each other. The rest of the agency discusses what this could mean for them in the foreseeable future. They try not to freak out. Notes: They / Them pronouns for the Doctor. Works out better for people's OCs and nb peeps :)

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Aak stared at the letter in his hands and frowned. Normally, he would disregard invitations like this in favor of continuing his research. But this time, it was coming from Waai Fu who demanded that he and Hung join her for an “emergency meeting”. An emergency meeting from Waai Fu was kind of scary. She’s not exactly the type to do things like this frivolously. Worse yet, her letter didn’t indicate at all what her reason for wanting to meet even was. All she said was to meet her near the canteen entrance around noon.

Be discreet about it. Approach from the corners and don’t stop to talk to anyone else on the way there, she wrote.

Yep. Not suspicious at all. But well, what was Aak gonna do about it? He would never hear the end of it if he didn’t show up. Fortunately, the canteen wasn’t too far of a walk from the medical department. It only took him a couple minutes to reach the area Waai Fu had described and when he got there, he could already see Hung and Waai Fu intently discussing something. As he got closer, he started being able to make sense of what they were saying.

“I don’t know. I just think you might be making a bigger deal out of this than it actually is.”

“I am not! Don’t you see how well they get along? Surely you’ve heard the rumors.”

“Still, they’re both the type of people that get along with everybody they meet. It’s not that weird for them to get along with each other as well, right?”

“That makes it even more suspicious that they’re always around each other. They have so many people they can talk to, yet they’re stuck to each other like glue! I’m definitely not crazy. I brought you here because I knew you might not listen to me unless you saw it with your own eyes.”

“Who are we talking about?” Aak finally decided to interrupt since he had reached them.

“Oh good. You’re here. Just in time. Come here, follow me.” Waai Fu ran through the hall, beckoning them before she disappeared into the corner. Once they got to her, they realized why she had picked that spot in particular. It let them see the other hallway leading to the canteen entrance while remaining hidden around the corner from their side.

In a hushed yet somehow still fiery whisper, Waai Fu said, “Want to know how serious this is? 12:10pm. Every day without fail. I know because it’s become so notable that another operator mentioned it to me.”

Before Hung or Aak could ask for more context, two voices could be heard approaching from the other hall. Mr. Lee and the Doctor appeared not too long after. The atmosphere between the two of them seemed very amicable as they walked together side by side. While it was hard to tell what they were talking about from this distance, it was likely some friendly small talk if their body language was anything to go off of. Lee had his usual easygoing smile and his tail was bobbing up and down slightly, indicating that he was in a good mood. Identifying the Doctor’s mood was obviously more difficult. But it was clear that they were listening intently to whatever Lee was saying as they had their head turned to him, occasionally nodding. They’d all seen what the Doctor was like when leading an operation. Even if this person was covered from head to toe, it was like a flip had switched in them somehow whenever they got serious. But the Doctor in front of them now seemed very relaxed. As the two were chatting, Mr. Lee placed his hand on the Doctor’s shoulder, his body leaning towards the other as if wanting to tell them something private.

“I see.” Aak was the first to speak.

“You’d be blind if you didn’t.” Waai Fu responded.

“…” Hung wasn’t sure what to say. He still saw no reason why they should be alarmed that their bosses were getting along. He couldn’t deny that they probably weren’t getting lunch together just to strengthen business relations but was it that uncommon for coworkers to develop a good relationship? He had only interacted with the Doctor a couple times, but he quickly developed a positive impression of this person. Both Mr. Lee and the Doctor always gave off the aura of being “important people”, try as Mr. Lee might to hide it. Maybe they found a kindred spirit in each other.

“Have you thought about what it would mean if they began doing more than just getting lunch together?” This time it was Aak who spoke, snapping Hung out of his thoughts. Aak had been around Hung long enough to know what he was thinking. He knew that the perro loved to focus on the positives, and he was usually the one calming others down rather than thinking about his own problems. He probably hadn’t thought about it yet, so Aak did him a favor and spelled it out for him.

“The closer you are to someone, the more intertwined they become with your life.”

Waai Fu realized what Aak was trying to do and chimed in.

“Exactly. What are we gonna do when the Doctor turns up for dinner on New Year’s? Christmas? What if they decide they want to live at our house?!”

“Does this mean we’re gonna have two parents now?”

“Don’t even joke about that, Aak!”

Hung realized what they were both getting at, and he began to see why Waai Fu was so high-strung about the whole situation. To them, Mr. Lee and the rest of the agency were like family. Scratch that, theywere family. They’ve been there for each other’s lives even if it wasn’t for its entirety. The good and the bad. Waai Fu’s graduation. Aak slowly coming to terms with his father’s death. Their celebration and relief each time one of them passed Rhodes Island’s assessment tests with flying colors. If the Doctor and Mr. Lee became a couple, what would that mean for them? Not to mention, the Doctor was no ordinary person. They were part of Rhodes Island’s top leadership. This person has probably determined both the destruction and salvation of thousands. Or in less dramatic terms, Hung really couldn’t imagine them sitting next to everyone in the agency’s little house eating fried rice. Well, he HAS heard some strange stories about what the Doctor eats but that’s a story for another day. He had another matter he was worried about.

“Um, do you guys know if the Doctor has any family? Like siblings or children?”

“Oh no. Not more people to get along with.” Aak rolled his eyes.

“I don’t think they have any blood-related family as far as I remember. But they experienced amnesia at some point so who even knows.” Waai Fu answered, to which Aak replied.

“We more than anyone know how irrelevant some shared names on a piece of paper are. I remember Ms. Blood saying that the Doctor was pretty close to the rest of Rhodes Island administration. That Amiya chick and Dr. Kal’tsit probably.”

“But close like family?” Hung questioned.

Aak scratched his head in annoyance. Seriously, these two just don’t get it.

“Have you seen those Notarial Hall guys and the little girls that follow them around everywhere? Or that Rhine Lab girl with the flamethrower? Blood relations mean jack shit in this world. The average person is lucky to have living family at all, let alone one that gets along with ‘em. Especially at Rhodes Island it looks like.”

Hung and Waai Fu looked at each other. Aak had a point. Rhodes Island housed a number of operators with unorthodox family situations. Maybe that’s why Mr. Lee thought the agency would be a good fit for this place. Although it was likely for more practical reasons. That still left them with the question of who the Doctor even considered family though. If Mr. Lee and the Doctor do become close, no doubt they would have to start learning to get along with whoever those people are. Amiya and Dr. Kal’tsit…

Aak grimaced. He did NOT like the idea of being forced to interact with that woman for an extended period of time. She was crazy knowledgeable, sure, but she was also intimidating as hell. Judging from the complicated looks on the other two’s faces, they probably felt the same way as well.

As usual, it was Hung who did his best to improve everyone’s mood. “At least Amiya seems nice. Even if she’s a little too important to be bothering with people at our level.”

“Please don’t think such a thing. Everyone at Rhodes Island is equally important. I hope that I haven’t been behaving in a way that implies otherwise.” A new voice replied.

???

Waai Fu, Hung, and Aak turned around in unison to confirm their suspicions. Standing in front of them was Amiya, the face of Rhodes Island herself, with a somewhat sad expression on her face. Seeing the shock and worry on everyone’s faces, the cautus girl quickly added:

“Ah, I apologize for interrupting you three. It wasn’t my intention to be rude. It’s just, I heard my name while passing by and thought maybe I was being called over. But then I accidentally overheard the rest of your conversation and felt it was important to set things right. Again, I apologize. I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop!”

Amiya apologized earnestly and paused to give the other three people time to respond. When she saw that none of them seemed ready to speak quite yet, she tried to change the conversation topic.

“Now that I finally have the opportunity to speak to you three. I’d like to ask something. Would it be okay for me to simply refer to you by your operator codenames: Waai Fu, Hung, Aak? I’m often around people much older than me, you see, so I’m always referring to people by titles like ‘miss’ and ‘mister’. Since everyone here is closer to my age, I would love it if you could see me as a fellow peer and friend. Regardless of our positions or anything like that.”

“Amiya…” Waai Fu wanted to cry. Where did this angel come from? She’d been surrounded by men her entire life and while she owed a lot to them, she couldn’t deny that they drove her crazy sometimes. They were all messy, lazy, and impulsive. Even Hung, who was the best of the bunch, could only do his best to minimize the damage, sometimes accidentally causing more trouble along the way without meaning to. She was getting way ahead of herself but the thought of having someone like Amiya in her life…Maybe she would see her as a little sister the same way Hung thought of Aak as his little brother. The thought comforted her so much that her anxieties about this whole situation settled down a bit. She had to admit, when she realized that the circle of people she considered family might undergo a change again, she didn’t take the idea too well. The reason she even called for this meeting was so she could do what she always did. Face her problems head on and kick its ass. Sort of. She would never dream of just walking up to Mr. Lee and outright asking him if he had feelings for the Doctor. She was courageous, not reckless like a certain other member of the agency.

“Amiya, may I ask you a question?” This time it was Hung that spoke.

“Of course you can.”

“What is your favorite food?”

The cautus girl was taken aback by the question but her expression softened a second later as she gave her answer.

“Um, I don’t know if I have an absolute favorite but at the moment I’m quite obsessed with cake.”

“And your favorite flavor?”

“Ah, please don’t laugh if this is an odd answer but…watermelon.”

Hung smiled back at her.

“I’ll make sure to remember that.”

Amiya was a little confused but she could sense everyone’s good intentions. She was relieved that she was finally able to get to know the members of the detective agency a little better. It seemed that the Doctor and Mr. Lee were in good standing ever since the latter started making his visits to Rhodes Island. She didn’t want to fall behind.

Just as she was about to excuse herself, she heard footsteps approaching the group from behind. The sound came from the direction of the canteen.

“Well well. We’ve got quite the party going on here.”

Lee and the Doctor approached the group leisurely, both carrying a small paper bag in their hands indicating that they were coming back from lunch. Lee turned his attention towards Waai Fu, Hung, and Aak.

“I’ll forgive you three this time for not inviting us, but next time, you’ll make sure to say hi to your elders if you see them, won’t you?”

Lee asked the question in a casual tone with an easygoing smile on his face. For any other person in Rhodes Island, this would’ve been a normal sight. Lee joking around as usual. But the other members of the agency had been around him long enough to understand that he had two smiles, both almost indistinct from each other. He had one for when he was happy and one for well…pretty much every other emotion. So theyknew . They knew thathe knew . Waai Fu had taken some precautions by arriving early and choosing a spot that was relatively far but within eyesight of where she knew he and the Doctor would appear. But of course, what halfway decent detective wouldn’t notice that they were being watched? And this was Lee’s polite (evil) way of telling them as much.

Amiya turned to greet the newcomers, definitely looking a lot happier to see them than everyone else was.

“Mr. Lee! Doctor! It’s nice to see you. It seems I’m running into everyone today.” she said, followed by a soft laugh.

“Miss Amiya.” Lee nodded a little towards her direction in acknowledgement. “It’s a pleasure to see you too. As you can probably tell, the Doctor and I went out to lunch for a little bit before we noticed you four loitering about.”

Lee turned his head towards the agency members expectantly. Aak, Waai Fu, and Hung awkwardly mumbled greetings to him and the Doctor. Four out of the six people there knew how not coincidental them meeting was, and it made the three of themveryuncomfortable. Lee noticed their guilty looks and widened his ‘smile’. To Amiya and the Doctor, he must have seemed as if he was in quite a good mood.

“Hmm. Doctor, I was planning to ask you something like this much later but…” He shifted his attention from his fellow agency members to the person he was addressing. “Since it seems that everyone here is getting along well, I have an idea. Do you remember what you were discussing with me a moment ago before we ran into everyone?”

The Doctor cocked their head as if trying to recall. Eventually they answered. “Ah about me needing to visit Lungmen soon to renegotiate the agreements between Rhodes Island and the LGD?”

Lee waved his hand. “Yes, yes. That. I have a bright idea. I and the rest of the agency members here typically come back to Lungmen for New Year’s to celebrate. Why don’t you plan your trip around then? That way we’ll be around in case any trouble pops up. Then when you’re done with work, you could join us for a nice dinner. I’ll stir-fry something up for you. Miss Amiya, you’re invited too of course.”

Amiya responded back enthusiastically. “Mr. Lee, you’re too kind! I would love an opportunity to try your cooking. I’ve heard the rumors. Ah, but at the end of the day, this decision is up to the Doctor. Do you have any other urgent matters around that time, Doctor?”

By now, everyone was looking at the Doctor expectantly. Hung covertly placed a hand on Aak’s shoulder, a silent plea for him to not say anything rash. Waai Fu had a hundred different things she wanted to say, but she knew there was no sense in doing anything at the moment. The Doctor tilted their head up slightly, perhaps surprised by all the sudden attention they were getting.

They turned their head towards Hung, Aak, and Waai Fu for a long moment, as if they were thinking about something. It was seriously difficult to tell what this person was thinking because of what they wore. And Mr. Lee with his damn smile too. God they were going to be absolutely insufferable together, weren't they?

The Doctor turned again to look at Lee who only smiled back, an expression on his face that was a bit more genuine than before.

Still a little evil though. Hung, Aak, and Waai Fu simultaneously thought. There was a long pause as everyone waited for the Doctor’s answer.

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Lee clapped his hands together.

“It’s all decided then! We’re looking forward to it. Aren’t we, everyone?”

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Luz’s Crimes: Organized Crime

Friday Night, 11PM

Luz was walking through the room quietly, with the moonlight to light her movements. When she reached a small basket holding a wallet and keys, she stopped and removed the wallet. She then opened it and inserted a credit card. As she was doing this, her phone began to vibrate. She then quickly put the wallet back and went to the bathroom before closing the door behind her and answering the call.

“Luz, its Amity.”

“Hay sweet potato, why are you calling? Is something wrong?”

“No, everything is ok. Something came up that we are going to need Jacob’s card for.”

Luz just facepalmed herself. “I just put the card back in his wallet after buying recording equipment, and you want me to take it out again? If we use it when he would notice, he will cancel it or call the police. Even then we have to keep the charges limited to things that he would not raise that don’t raise suspicion. The only reason I was ok with us using his card for Vee’s disguise was because he was also in the city for some reason, and even then, the massive tip was a risk.”

She then stopped and blinked a few times. “Wait, I am lecturing YOU about being cautious? Is are we in a “Freaky Fraturday” situation?”

“I don’t understand that reference, but you are right about this being a little weird. Anyway, can I at least tell you the opportunity?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Great. Hellen just called Vee again. Apparently she shared the product she got from us around and it got the attention of some professional criminals that-“

“WaitWaitWait. Are you saying that the mob is interested with us?”

“Yes, and they want to talk business with Jacob in person.”

Luz almost dropped her phone at that. “Where?”

“The same diner he met Hellen in last time tomorrow around 10. Hellen said we should be prepared to pay for our meal, and maybe his too depending on how the meeting goes. We can use cash, but using his card would help sell the story that he was the one there if the cops start looking into it.”

Luz just sighed. “Good news is that Jacob is usually home by then and is either asleep or working late on his newest plan to expose the witch invasion from Mars. I already planted the camera, so we will be able of keeping track of what it is in real time in case he plans something that might actually be a threat to us. Now is there anything else? I need to break into school and start planting the evidence.”

“No, that is everything. See you back later.”

“Goodbye Amity. I love you.”

She then hung up, exited the bathroom, did a quick check to make sure Jacob was still asleep upstairs, and closed and locked the door behind her on the way out with a copy of his house key that had made with Vee earlier for this very reason.

As she walked towards the school, she admired just how quiet things were this late.

Saturday, 10PM

Willow and Gus flew down in the same alley they used last time they were here, dropping the invisibility spell they were using in the process. Willow then dug out a handful of seeds before looking to Gus.

“Are you ready for the field test?”

He nodded with a smile on his face. “Are you kidding me? No one has ever done anything like this before. If we can pull this off, we will be legends!”

“Gus, this doesn’t make the top 10 things we have done since meeting luz that would get us into the history books.”

“Maybe, but this is something that others can actually do, and not just read about in history books before deciding to use it as a pillow instead. Anyway, let me know when I can layer the illusion on.”

Willow then twirled one of her fingers over the seeds in her other hand, causing vines to burst from them and slowly cover her. After a minute, she was wearing what would best be described as a vine exco-suite that added a full head to her height.

“Ok, do your thing.”

Gus then looked at her intently while making a large spell circle in front of him. Willow was then engulfed in blue smoke. When it cleared, Jacob was standing in her place.

“How do I look” She replied in Jacob’s voice.

“Like a massive creep, and you sound like one too. Good luck, and try not to kill them if things go south.”

“No promises.”

He then walked out of the alley with Gus trailing behind invisibly. They walked down the street to the diner’s entrance, which had a ‘closed’ sign in the window and two men standing in front of the door on either side.

“Hello, I am Jacob. I was told that someone wanted to meet with me here?”

One of the men nodded and opened the door for him while saying “Go on in, the boss is waiting.”

Jacob thanked him and entered the building, heading toward the only table that had people sitting at it.

One of them was Hellen, who was looking much more nervous than the last time. The other was a man in a suit who was already eating when Jacob walked up to him.

“I’m guessing that you are the guy Hellen told me was interested in my product?”

He looked up from his meal towards Jacob and just nodded. “Yes, I am. Please sit down and order.”

He did just that and ordered a stack of pancakes from the waitress (a different one from last time) before looking back to the man, who had put down his silverware and folded his hands together.

“I had some of the supply you gave Hellen here tested, and it is very high-quality stuff. Lower chances of negative reactions when used while still being just as addictive.”

Jacob blushed at the complement. “Thank you, I take great pride in my work. I am working on getting some samples of other plants I can cultivate.” His eyes then lit up. “That reminds me. I actually have a list.” He then reached into his coat pocket and produced a small piece of paper. “Here is a list of all the plants that I am interested in cultivating and the quantity of my normal supply I am willing to give you in exchange for them. If you know of any others that you want me to do, let me know and we can talk price.”

The man took the list and began reading it before putting it down.

“We can defiantly see about this later. For now, we need to hammer out the exact price, schedule, quantity, and logistics of how exactly we are going to do business. Now, how do you want to be paid? We can do the plants for now, but eventually we will have to figure out a way of funneling actual money to you.”

Jacob nodded. “I know, and I already have some of that figured out. I am able of getting the drugs to the city on my own. You just need to give me a drop off point for me where I can give you the drugs and you can give me the cash.”

The two of them then spent the next 15 minutes hammering out the rest of the details of their deal. After which the two stood up, shook hands, paid for their meal (with Jacob paying with another massive tip), and then they walked out together before going in opposite directions from the diner.

When Jacob entered the alley, Gus appeared next to him and made a large spell circle. After which, Jacob turned back into a vine exco-skeleton wearing Willow.

“I think that went well. We should be able of getting some more plants in soon to expand our product selection and have more money coming in to help with the bills.”

“Bills? Gus, with the money flow, we could soon be able of completely paying off the mortgage on their house!”

Willow then deflated. “We still need to find a way of explaining the money though. There is no way we can explain it coming from jobs that teenagers could get.”

“Maybe Luz has some ideas. If worse comes to worse, we can just put it in a washing machine. Apparently cleaning money with the laundry helps to hide it from the cops here.”

Willow just shot Gus a look. “I’m pretty sure that is not at all what money laundering means.”

The Owl House finale is airing on April 8th!

I kept the exact criminal organization it was and their representative vague to avoid offending any actual one and to not fall into any stereotypes. Feel free to insert whatever organization into it you want.

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