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hobisstar · 7 months

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What are you hiding from love?| Yandere!Jk x Reader

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one.

Warnings: Murder, Jungkook victim blaming ( like he will say i killed you because you are too stupid or whatever), Possessiveness, Mentions of Smut, Controlling, Locking up YN.

Taglist: vante 🫶🏾

A/N: This is made to be scary! That is all. I honestly dont like mixing smut with yandere because i read yandere fics to be spooked not horny lol.

5 years,

5 long years, of nothing but love and trust but more than that. Of course honesty, right?

Well on yn’s end there was definitely honesty. Jungkook’s? Not so much. You see there is this dark secret that jungkook has been hiding since they met 6 years ago…

It’s so deadly that it could possibly end their relationship if she found out about it.

She was so beautiful, so calm and gentle with him, he loved that side of her. Hes never seen her angry, sad, or even hurt. He never wants to see that side of her.

Jungkook doesn’t want to be the reason he sees that side of her.

Like now, There are siting on their shared bed, in their shared bedroom, in their shared apartment. Telling the truth, would risk him loosing all of this. He cant have that.

Jungkook looked at her then smiled, “ You are so beautiful you know?” He smiled, kissing the top of her head. YN blushed lightly staring up at him.

YN was quite literally everyone’s dream girl. Maybe that was the problem to Jungkook.

She was too good to everyone including himself and he hated. He knows she has a bad side but he never gets to see it so when he knows someone else gets to experience that mean side of her, he’s instantly jealous.

Who got his baby so pissed that she called you a dumb cunt? A fucking bitch? Who dares piss off his queen?

He will deal with them, with torture. Slow, painful, evil, demented, twisted death.

That was the other side of him he need to never be shown to his lover. It scared him that in any means possible she found out about his… hobby.

Nevertheless, Jungkook admires yn. How she can keep it together in every situation. Worships her to be exact.

“Stop calling be beautiful and get ready for work, handsome.” Yn responded while patting his back.

Right, work. Besides his hobby, he works at a flower shop while yn works at a cafe during the weekend. It’s enough to keep food on their table, to the rent, gas but also enough for simply living. Jungkook owns the flower shop so, he makes a whole lot of money.

There are so many things that yn doesn’t know about Jungkooks basically second life. How deadly it is.

jk: I miss you, baby~

I hate this fucking job

What are you doing?

Is bam stilling your attention from my text?

Babbbbbbbbyyyyy

yn answer the phone

yn: sorry baby! I was feeding bam and fixing me something to eat!

I left my phone in the bathroom

yn: j, you just got to work babes 🤨, how do you miss me already?

You didn’t even clock in yet SILLY!

jk: I can’t miss you now?

Since when did you feel like that?

yn: Jeon I never once said you couldn’t, don’t say that.

jk: but you where implying that…

yn: Jeon Jungkook, clock in, put your phone down, see you when you get home 😕🩷

jk: smh, why that face? Why that reply?

He waited for a reply but he never received one, instead he heard someone clear his throat. He looked up and saw it was a woman probably in her 30s, staring at him like he was a snack.

“Hi! JK right? I came in here a few days ago looking for some flowers for my sisters birthday! I doubt you remember me but I want to come back to get some for myself!” The lady bit her lip and looked Jungkook up then down and Jungkook thought he could be sick.

He forced a half smile, “ Yeah yeah, I don’t remember you. You can get them for yourself, I don’t remember the flower you got last time.” He looked back down at the book he was original decorating with different flower pictures but got bored so he texted his lover.

“oh.. I was hoping you could pick them for me, fresh ones. I know you all do that-,” “ we do but not this early.” He interrupted still looking down, knowing he is hurting the poor woman’s feelings for not even recognizing her or remembering the flower or even falling for her shitty attempt to flirt.

“Okay, ah well I’ll go grab them and pay for them.” She said waiting for a respond or even a nod but she didn’t even get that. She walked over there and grabbed them then returning to the register. While she put her things on the counter, she saw a glimpse of Jungkooks Lock Screen which so happens to be a picture of yn and bam sleeping on the couch. “ Your sister?” She asked, hoping she was right. “ My wife actually and our son.” He scanned the flowers and roughly wrapped them. Roses, it’s be sad if he left a thorn on them. He turned around and slightly cut the stem but enough to keep the thorn nice and sharp.

Jungkook turned back around and handed them to her. As soon as the woman grabbed them she gasped, in pain he assumed. He pretended to be concerned but when he saw the palm of her hand leaking red liquid, he smiled on inside.

“ Oh! Im so sorry! I thought I got all the thorns, out…” he looked up at her then saying “ I guess one snuck away.” giving her the most creepiest blank face the woman has ever seen. She then realized he left the thorn on on purpose. He even sharpened it. “ I can fix that for you-,” “ No! I-It’s fine! Thank you so much! See you!” She some what screamed and hurried out the store frightened.

“ too bad..” Jungkook mumbled and chuckled continuing to put pictures in the decorating book.

“Bam! You just keep growing!” Yn said as she walked into the kitchen smiling while seeing him staring at the spare room. It’s Jungkooks office. “ What’s the matter? You know your dad doesn’t like you going in there.Not even me.” She stooped to his level and petted his back but only received a whimper in return.

Yn stared at the door. It’s taunting her with its unlocked door handle. She looked at the time, it was only 5 pm, Jungkook wouldn’t be home for a few more hours.

“ A peak wouldn’t hurt us right?” Looking at Bam and he barked as if he understood her.

Yn stood up and opened the door walking in. It was a nice little tidy office.

It would be comforting even if it wasn’t so cold. She has to remember to turn on the air for this room once exiting.

She turned around seeing if Bam followed her inside but he was at his bowl slurping up some water.

Looking at the closet door she opened it up and turned on the light. “since when did he make this a dark room?” The red light was a little hard to see in but her eyes soon adjusted quickly.

Spooky wasn’t the feeling that she was feeling but more so unsettled. Yn looked at the photos on the table and quite literally almost vomited.

“ what… what is that?” Stammering as her eyes scanned over the photos laid out on the table.

Pictures of people being hurt, harmed. There were far more worse ones that she doesn’t even want to even mention. Gazing up on the line looking at the ones drying where pictures of, her.

This wouldn’t be weird if it wasn’t of her sleeping, in the shower, getting dressed, even at work.

“Did jungkook take these?… no way…”

Yn was flabbergasted,

Was her boyfriend of 5 years, a serial killer? A psychopath? A fucking weirdo? I mean she saw the signs but thought she was tripping.

Days where he would come home with blood and dirt on his hands and clothes. He would always say it was his and it came from the thorns he dealt with at work.

“yn! I’m home!” Jungkook shouted. As he walked in and smiled when he saw Bam sitting on the couch peacefully sleeping.

It’s where yn and bam usually cuddle so, where is she at?

“Did she leave you by yourself?” He asked Bam who was waking up from sleep. Walking towards the kitchen he saw dinner was made and a note on the fridge door.

“ Welcome home babes! Sorry I couldn’t be home to greet you, I went out to go get a few things but my sister called and said she wanted to have a little sibling time! Ha. Be back by 11 pm! Dinners fixed but do warm it up, then shower and get some sleep! See you later,

Love, Yn <3”

“Ah, I guess she did leave us by ourselves tonight Bam.” He chuckled and took off his jacket. He felt weird though.

Since when did her sister want to hang out so late? This is the first he ever heard of it. Pondering, he grabbed his phone and called yn’s sister.

“Hello? Jungkook?” She answered confused as ever at this late ass call. “Hey, sorry to call so late. is yn with you?” Jungkook asked but his full attention was on his office door.

“What? No she’s not. Why?” Without missing a beat Jungkook hung up the phone right after. He dialed yn’s number. What he wasn’t expecting was to hear her phone sitting right on the couch next to Bam. He watched it ring and sighed. Maybe she just went out and forgot it on accident, no need to panic.

For some reason in the back of his mind he felt as though she found out. She went into his forbidden office. Jungkook chuckled, “ she would never disobey me.” He warmed his food up then sat at the table but he couldn’t eat.

Nor could the feeling of her going in his office go away. He stood up and walked to the door and opened it.

At first he didn’t notice anything out of place until he realized it was warm in the room. He never turns the air on in this room. Jungkook looked around about to leave until something so obvious caught his eyes.

The red light illuminating on the other side of the closet door. With quick steps, he opened the door well threw it open. Nothing was touched but the light alone was a clear sign that someone was in there.

He mentally and physically cursed himself.

“ She knows, she fucking knows.” He calmly stated but boy was he heated.

“ I need to fucking find her…now.”

To be continued…

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allmyn1ghts · 5 months

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Can I pls have Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader where they confess their feelings for each other in the rain with the prompts "I didn't know people like you existed" + "I wasn't expecting you to change my life... but you did"? Make it fluffy!

confessions in the rain ༘⋆✿

Dominik Mysterio x fem!reader

synopsis: you and dom finally confess those hidden feelings :)

warnings: none! just fluff and some cursing

wc: 871

a/n: thank you for this super cute request, I hope I did it justice! enjoy, love! <3

Dominik was your best friend and the man you've been swooning over the past year.

A year ago you couldn't stand the thought of him or the rest of The Judgement Day. You felt that their presence every Monday night was just… annoying to say the least. But, After many many many attempts at getting you to join, you finally gave in. Rhea was the one who convinced you.

“C'mon y/n think about all the opportunities we could get you! You could be the next Women’s Champion. I've seen how hard you've been working for that opportunity. Let JD help you.”

"Fine, but if you guys screw me over, it's not gonna be pretty"

"Now why would we do that y/n?" she says with her signature smirk

So here you are now, the women's Champion, with the four people you now consider family. Shortly after joining, you realized that they weren't that terrible after all. And that's also when you stopped seeing Dom as a nuisance and saw him as the sweet and caring person he truly is. Out of everyone, you and Dom were the closest. The two you just clicked, always together, whether it be ringside supporting each other or just chilling, y'all were inseparable. Your little crush on Dom didn't go unnoticed either. The group often teased you when Dom wasn't around.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Shut up Preist, I wasn't even looking at him”

“Sure”

“Finn, have you seen Dom? I gotta talk to him before his match”

“Nope, I haven't seen your little boyfriend, I'm surprised you don't know where he is.”

“Ha ha very funny, thanks for your help.”

“Anytime love!”

Each day your feelings for him grew and you only hoped he felt the same. Telling him the truth was always on your mind. Could it possibly ruin the friendship you have with him? Maybe. but, you never know unless you try… right? Yeah, that wasn't an option at the moment.

After an eventful Raw, it was time for everyone to get back to the hotel. Everyone seemed to have left already except for you and Dom. It was weird, the five of you guys usually always left together. “You whipped some major ass out there!’ you complimented Dom as the two of yall packed up. “You think so? Felt like I didn't give my best tonight.” he shrugs. “Dom you always give a good show, dont doubt it.” He smiles at your comment. “Now cmon, I think the cab is here” You wrap an arm around his neck and head towards the exit. What you didn't know is that one, it was raining, and two, once you exit, you can't get back in.

“Oh shit! I didn't know it was gonna be pouring out here,” you said running toward the door. You attempted to open the door. “What the…” you tried again. “Dom I think we're stuck out here…” You begin to anxiously laugh at the situation. “You know this is your fault right” You look at Dom like he has two heads. “My fault?! How was I supposed to know it was gonna be pouring out and-” “Relax y/n, I'm just fucking with you” he laughs at your mini outburst.

“You're an asshole, you know that right?” the uncomfortable feeling of being wet starting to sink in.

“An asshole you looove”

“Yeah right, in your dreams”

The two of you laugh and settle into a comfortable silence.

Dom notices you start to shiver. “Here take my jacket” He handed it to you and you put it on quickly. “Thanks” you smile to yourself. Little acts like this is what made you fall in love with him, if only you could tell him that. Minutes pass by still waiting for transportation, and the two of you switch between looking at your phones or watching the rain fall peacefully. Dom decides to break that comfortable silence.

“Y/n can I tell you something?”

“Of course, what's up”

He turns to look down at you. “I don't know why I have this sudden urge to tell you this but fuck it,” you look at him confused. “Y/N I like you, a lot." Oh? Oh. "Even before you joined JD, when you hated my guts. You're- you're just so perfect, and funny, and beautiful and I can't explain what you do to me, but I love it. I didn't know people like you existed. You mean a lot to me and I don't even know if you feel the same b-” You cut him off, putting your hand on his wet cheek, and smile. “Dom, I've had the biggest crush on you for months now. I'm surprised you didn't notice! He stares at you baffled. "You're lying" "I swear!" Laughs come from both of you, he leans in, kissing you softly. He's the one to break the kiss. “I wasn't expecting you to change my life... but you did" You give him the biggest smile, and as you begin to respond to him, you are interrupted by the sound of a car horn. It's Rhea, Finn, and Damien all smiling at the two of you from the car.

“About damn time!” Damien says.

i hope you all enjoyed! pls comment and reblog! <3

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#dominik mysterio #dirty dominik mysterio #wwe #dominik mysterio x reader #wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #dom dom #dominik mysterio fanfiction #the judgement day #the judgement day x reader #dirty dom #the judgement day fanfiction #black writers #fluff #fanfic #wrestling #wrestling fanfiction #dominik mysterio fluff

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pix3lplays · 10 months

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HAI!! i loved your works of where reader runs away and stuff when shes pregnant and all, and then the men find her and so on, if you get what i mean ahah. i was wondering if i could get a version of that with blade? not sure if it was already done, but if it was, i'm unable to find it,, my blade loving heart needs this ahh. its perfectly fine if you dont wanna write it, no pressure!! have a wonderful day <3

Hello!! I am Very happy to write this for you, thank you for the request! Blade deserves some love too doesn’t he?

Cw! Kidnapping, unhealthy relationship, pregnancy

-Pregnant!reader runs away from Blade-

Who could blame you for thinking Blade would be upset to find out you were pregnant? He was dedicated to what he did. He was a cold-blooded monster. He didn’t have time for kids. Or an interest in having them, as far as you could tell. So you ran. He awoke to an empty bed, and he reached out and touched your pillow, but that was about the extent of his visible grief. The truth was he did miss you. But he determined that you ran away because you were done with him. Tired of his violent tendencies, his coldness, his inability to connect with you. Yeah. He knew your relationship was doomed from the start, it’s amazing that it lasted this long. So he doesn’t pursue you. Doesn’t look for you. He focuses on his work for Elio instead, thinking maybe it’ll help keep his mind off of you. But all he feels is colder. Emptier, without you by his side. And he thinks he knows why you left, and yet a part of him still desires that closure, longs to hear you say you hate him and never wish to see him again. He probably doesn’t even notice how badly your separation was affecting his work. Until a few years pass, and Elio orders Kafka to bring you back (without Blade’s knowledge, of course), so as to reunite the two of you. And fix Blade’s performance problems… A few hours later, she’s dragging you by the wrist into Stellaron HQ. And in her other hand she’s gripping the wrist of a small child. “Bladie!” she calls out sweetly. “I brought your little family back!” And when he steps in to see what Kafka could possibly be talking about, his eyes widen and he stiffens. You. You’re back. Against your will but you’re back! He can’t believe himself. He walks up to you, Kafka releases you, and he pulls you into a hug. “Do you…hate me?” is the first thing he asks you. It’s cold and direct and so like Blade. “No…” you sigh. He’s squeezing you so tightly. Blade never really touched you before. It was unfamiliar, but almost a little bit nice, if you weren’t just kidnapped and forced to come back to him. Kafka had made it very clear you were not allowed to leave, ever again. “Don’t forget this little one,” Kafka grins, and Blade lets you go to see what she was referring to. Your child. With beautiful, dark hair reminiscent of his. He doesn’t ask who’s child that is. The little girl is staring at him with wide, scared eyes, and she’s struggling to get out of Kafka’s grasp, to no avail. “Let her go,” Blade orders, much to your relief. Kafka had a strong grip, if she was hurting you, you could only imagine how your daughter was feeling. The little girl is terrified. “It’s alright…” you say calmly, trying to relax her. “This is our family,” and the words are forced and uncomfortable passing through your lips. You don’t want to be here. You don’t want to be back with Blade. But Kafka made it clear what would happen to your daughter if you tried to leave or tell Blade the truth of the situation. As far as he was concerned, Kafka brought you back because it was safer for you among the Stellaron Hunters, even if it was a little against your will, Blade would understand if it was for you and his daughter’s safety. Blade is staring at your daughter, then back to you. He’s almost smiling. He has you back, and while he doesn’t know how he feels about his daughter yet, he knows he’s going to take care of both of you. After all, that’s why you were here, right? To be protected? … You’re laying in your shared bed with Blade. He never touched you when you slept in the same bed before, but tonight his arm was wrapped around your waist, and his face was buried in your hair. “I missed you,” he breathes. “I promise to keep you, and our daughter, safe…” And you know he means it. But you don’t want to be here. Not with him. Not again. You can’t do it. But what choice do you have? Your daughter’s life is on the line. So you were stuck. With the Stellaron Hunters, with your ex, but it didn’t matter. You’d be strong. One day you and your daughter would escape…

#Honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Blade #Blade x reader #hsr Blade x reader #honkai star rail Blade x reader #my writing #pregnancy

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toasty-melons · 1 year

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Uhm idk if your request are open so i Hope im not bothering you (also Sorry if my english isnt perfect ) i wanted to ask what about maybe ellie x fem!reader where they're Just Friends and ellie Is stressed out cause She doesnt know if Reader likes her back or not so dina being a good friend ( and Sick of ellie complaining about this situation) sets up a truth or dare night with ellie , dina , Jesse and reader and dina dares ellie to kiss reader and tell her how She feels and yk going on like this( its ok if you dont like this or dont want to do It <3)

You guys could never bother me!!! And I actually really love this request! I adore the friends to lovers trope so this is perfect! Also you’re english is really good so no worries, lovely! <3

TW: cursing, mentions of alcohol

I got kind of carried away but i really loved how it turned out, i hope you like it darling!

If you see any grammar errors ignore them pls :)

Just to kiss you

Ellie Williams x Reader

Ellie Williams has never, ever had trouble with the women she had an interest in. She always knew the perfect words to woo a women until they were buckling in the knees and falling to her feet. But you, oh god. You were her biggest weakness. You were so sweet and kind, and so fucking pretty.

So pretty that she usually had to pinch herself to get her stop staring at you.

So kind with the way you spoke to her, always asking if she’s okay and how her day was.

So sweet that you always put your friends first and were always doing nice things for them.

Like right now for example, you had invited her and Dina out to lunch, which you so kindly offered to pay for too. Dina, a sucker for free food, and Ellie, jumping at the chance to spend time with you.

The sun was warm on her skin, but when you had started laughing at one of Ellie’s stupid jokes, she felt like her whole body had lit on fire. God, you were so pretty. Ellie comes back down to Earth when she feels Dina playfully kick her under the table and give her a knowing look. Causing her face to slowly redden at the fact she had been caught being mesmerized by you.. again.

And what Dina does next would cause Ellie to practically combust with nervousness.

“So y/n..” Dina’s voice was cocky and made the hair on the back of Ellie’s neck stand up. You give Dina your full, undivided attention, smiling at her sweetly to let her know you’re listening. “Me, Ellie, and Jesse are hanging out at my place tonight, you wanna go?” Dina glances at Ellie, and her smug smile on grows at the slightly horrified look plastered on her face.

You’re lack of hesitation has Ellie melting in her seat. The way your eyes light up and your smile brightens as you vigorously nod your head yes.

“Yes! I would love too.” You look over at Ellie with that big smile on your face and Ellie can’t help the smile taking over on her own face. Your phone pings and when you check it, a pout of disappointment settles on your pretty lips. You look up at the two girls and your voice is laced with sadness. “I have to go guys, my boss asked me to come in early. But this was so much fun. I’ll see you guys later.” As you’re grabbing your things Dina is telling you when to be at her place and thanking you for lunch. You, of course, say it’s ‘no problem at all’. Dina gives Ellie a glance and motions her head at you, giving her the signal that it’s her turn to thank you.

Ellie quickly rushes to her feet as you’re coming around the table towards her. You reach out to her with open arms and Ellie gladly welcomes your embrace. You squeeze her tight as you usually do, and the way your perfume takes over Ellie’s senses has her knees buckling. “Thank you, y/n.” You giggle and she feels her heart melt at the pretty sound. You whisper back a ‘anytime, Els.’

Once you’re gone Ellie plops back down into her seat and Dina is looking at her with a smug smile and a snark comment already on the tip of her tongue. “Dude.” Ellie can tell by her tone that she’s gonna be relentless. “When, are you guys going to get together?” Ellie’s gaze finally tears away from the seat you had been sitting and glares daggers over at Dina.

“Well let’s see. Probably never. Because she doesn’t like me.” Ellie leans over and places her forehead on the table in defeat. A sad sigh escaping her lips, causing Dina to gently pat her on the back.

“I guess we’ll just have to see.” Ellie can practically hear the evil grin in Dina’s voice and Ellie can only pray that things go perfect tonight.

Ellie’s leg is bouncing as she sits in the middle of Dina’s couch next to Jesse. He nudges her leg with his knee and she breaks eye contact with the wall to look over at him. “You need to chill.” Ellie scoffs at this and rolls her eyes, now focusing on Dina who walks towards her with three beers balanced in her hands. Ellie gladly snatches the alcohol from her hands and not even a moment later is taking a swig.

You would be here any minute now. Ellie can feel her body start to warm up from the drink and it relaxes her a bit. A soft knock at the door has her whipping her head towards it and climbing over the back of the couch to rush over. Jesse scoff as Ellie’s alcohol is accidentally spilled on him, but chooses not to say anything other than a mumbled, ‘chill out.’

Ellie swings the door open and you’re standing there looking slightly up at her with your pretty eyes and a sweet smile gracing your lips.

“Hi.” It’s the only words Ellie can think of. She internally kicks herself for being awkward again. But the way your smile grows and your eyes slightly crinkle makes her stomach flip.

“Hi.” Your voice is sickly sweet and so soft on Ellie’s ears. Ellie finally takes a step back so that you can come in. As you walk past her to greet Dina and Jesse, your perfume washes over Ellie and she has to bite the inside of her lip to keep from audibly moaning and embarrassing herself.

Two hours and beers later has you and Ellie laughing your asses off at anything and everything. Ellie is relaxed so much that she’s able to talk to you with crumbling and placing little touches on your arm and leg without combusting. Of course Jesse and Dina are all too aware of what’s happening, which is what causes the slightly tipsy Dina to start a game of truth or dare.

After silly truths like ‘describe your first kiss,’ or ‘what’s the worst date you’ve ever been on,’ and stupid dares like ‘prank call your ex,’ or ‘swap clothes with the person next to you,’ it’s finally Dina’s turn again. The look in her eyes has Ellie practically shaking with nerves.

You’re all too unaware of it, not tipsy but bordering on the edge. You’re giggling at the way Jesse has been tugging on your shorts he was dared to wear. The way his clothes hang off your body has Ellie screaming internally, wishing that it was her clothes instead.

“Ellie.. truth or dare?.” Dina’s voice is laced with a smugness and Ellie knows no matter what she picks, it won’t be good. You perk up and point at her accusingly, excitedly announcing to the room that, ‘Ellie hasn’t done a dare yet.’ Dina grins wickedly and leans back into the couch, crossing her arms over her chest. “I dare you to kiss y/n.” The rooms falls silent as Dina’s words settle over. A tension slowly rising between everyone.

When Ellie glances over at you, she surprised to find your face completely flushed red and your wide eyes staring back at her. You glance down at her lips and it has Ellie practically foaming at the mouth. Before anyone can say anything the silence is broken by a phone ringing. Jesses curses under his breath and grabs the phone hopping up. How convenient.

“Shit. It’s my work, I gotta answer this.” He bails out of the room and after a few more moments of tense and awkward silence Dina stands up.

“I’m gonna go get another drink.” She leaves the room just as quickly as Jesse did and now it’s just Ellie and you. You and Ellie. Alone. When Ellie looks back over at you you’re not looking anymore and her heart sinks a bit. Not being able to stand the pressure anymore, Ellie stands up next and she feel your eyes on her again.

“I’m gonna.. get some fresh air.” Her voice is mumbled as she rushes out the side door that leads to Dina’s private patio. It’s small but it’s decorated in lights and plants that has a really warm and homey feeling to it. Ellie takes a seat in one of the chairs and places her head in her hands, elbows resting on her knees. Her heart hurts, she had her chance and she blew it. And for a moment, just a moment, Ellie thought you actually wanted to kiss her and it felt so euphoric.

The sound of the side door opening again has Ellie’s head popping up. She’s surprised to find you sitting down quietly next to her. You don’t look at her, not at first. No, at first you fiddle with your fingers, a nervous habit Ellie noticed you had. You thought you looked so silly right now, hell you felt ridiculous still drowning in Jesse’s clothes.

Neither of you say anything for a while, just allowing the silence to embrace both of you. You shift and Ellie glances at you again, and finds you finally looking at her. You break the silence first, clearing your throat quietly. Before you can say anything Ellie groans and rubs her hands over her face, “Fucking Dina.. always causing trouble.” This makes you giggle.

“She has good intentions.. just awful ways to show them.” At this Ellie gives you a sad chuckle. It makes your heart clench and your brows furrow.

“Kissing me would be awful, huh?” Your eyes widen at the realization and you shake your head frantically.

Ellie watches as your face reddens, a look of fear on your face, so scared that you had offended her. “Oh. No, no, no. It wouldn’t be awful it would be amazing- I mean.. oh gosh.” You cover your face and laugh awkwardly at yourself. Ellie is silent, still hanging onto a thread of hope.

“Ellie.. You’re one of my best friends. I really don’t wanna mess up what we have, but..” You uncover your face and chew on your bottom lip.

“But?” Ellie’s voice is so small, so full of hope that it makes you smile shyly.

“But.. I really really like you Els. And know you don’t like me back and i’m sorry if i’ve ever made you uncomfortable with my flirting, but today with the Dina and the dare to kiss me..” Ellie is stunned at your confession. She honestly feels like she’s dreaming. You like her? And you’ve flirted with her? How could she have not noticed?

“Can I kiss you? Not for the dare.. just to kiss you.” You peer up at her through your eyelashes, face full of nerves. You hesitate but you nod. Ellie leans in slowly, so close to your lips but not quite touching.

“Ellie Williams if this is a joke.. it’s the worst one you’ve ever had.” At your whispered words Ellie chuckles softly. Her lips are on yours not a moment later. The kiss isn’t sweet or soft like Ellie expected it to be. Instead your hands are tangled in her hair tugging her closer. Ellie’s hands find your waist to pull you onto her lap. Her fingers rubbing up your hips and thighs. She feels your breath tremble into the kiss and she pulls away.

“Too much?” You breathily laugh at her question and shake your head, placing sweet kisses along her jaw. Ellie is melting into your touch with the way your hands are sliding around down her neck and chest. You mumble a soft, ‘not enough,’ that has Ellie going feral.

Before Ellie can ravish your lips once again the sound of the side door slamming open has both of you looking over, frozen in place with widen eyes. Dina is standing in the doorway, jaw dropped and stunned.

“Oh.. my.. god..” You’re scrambling out of Ellie’s lap, standing up and shyly looking down. A grin is plastered on Ellie’s face and she can’t tear her gaze away from your shy one. “You guys we’re gonna fuck on my patio.” Ellie watches as you tense up at Dina’s accusation and shake your head waving your hands around you frantically.

You stumble over to Dina and grab her hands in yours. “Dinaaaa.” Your voice is whiney and it causes something deep to stir within Ellie. She can only watch as Dina teases you playfully and you protest with more whines of embarrassment.

“Y/n.” You’re whipping your head back at Ellie when she calls for you. Dina takes the hint and bails once again, shutting the door behind her.

“Yeah?” Ellie reaches out, grabbing your hand and pulling you down onto her lap once again. No other words are spoken as she pulls your lips back onto yours. This time the kiss being much softer than before, a vulnerableness laced into it. “Els.. i love you.”

“Fuck.. you have no idea how much i’m in love with you.”

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams #elliewilliams #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x female reader #ellie x reader #ellie x you

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between blood and barren homes. | godric of gaul

Listen. Um. this isn't proofread and it's almost 3am and i have godric brain rot now (AHEM THANK YOU TO A CERTAIN ANNON) and im so sad and soft for this man and someone sEDATE ME-- this is kind of a spin off slash continuation slash re-writing slash idk man fuck you im tired--of Man or Monster like it's the same lady person thingymabob whatever i dont have to explain myself to you

Pairing: Godric x reader

An ink tattoo stained his skin, peaking from the confines of a grey cotton sweater. She had seen imprints of them littered along his skin at the church, where he had been dressed in white linen clothing. Did he always dress like that? She wondered.

The vampires of Bon Temps often adorned leather, skin-tight to admit status or, perhaps, feel the pressure and heat of their atmosphere in the ways they had lost since their becoming. But Godric was different here, in that regard, in so much as that he seemed to want to relinquish himself of the world’s weight in whatever manner he could. There was so much to tell in the way a person dressed themself, there was so much to tell still in all the ways Godric held himself. Her eyes wandered from where he sat, on that golden white chair, a seat fit for a king were it not anyone but him who sat upon it.

Stan approached and spoke, she could hear them from where she stood, but not see his face. “Welcome home, Sheriff. We are all very relieved.”

Stan Baker could have perhaps afforded himself a bit more of that relief to his tone. She thought that perhaps if someone thought he was more bothered by the entire situation, they wouldn’t be far off. She could remember the cowboy’s booming voice in the church, the anger in his voice as he challenged his Sheriff’s verdict. Maybe he had a problem with authority, or maybe his problem just lay with the way Godric ran things here in his nest. Maybe he thought he could do it better. Her head tilted as she watched him leave the front of the long line up to Godric’s chair, her eyes trailing his movements, lifting to meet his gaze. It had been trained on her since he turned from Godric, watching her as she leaned against the wall, as she watched Godric—as she watched him now.

Stan almost moved towards her, almost opened his mouth to speak to her, almost pulled her aside to have those words with her that he had promised earlier. If only it wasn’t for the increasing pressure of something against his back. Nothing physical, no, the stare of a gaze, of knives incarnate, of a piercing something—warning, perhaps. A threat? No, but something closer to a promise. He didn’t turn around to look at the boy-king who had still been sitting, the movement of her eyes from his to a spot behind him told Stan all he needed to know. He passed by her with not even a single, second look.

“Hello,” she greeted him later, after she had moved outside of the house. “You stood up.”

“You would not come to me.” She laughed lightly, her system shutting down, then resetting. Every word of his tongue rewired every part of her brain. There was something she had become used to with Eric, and even the other vampires of Bon Temps and Dallas, that every conversation with them was a dance, a play to be held. But with Godric, it was different. He wore all his truths in those wide, open eyes.

“I feel special.” She murmured, her eyes refusing to look at his. There was something in her she knew would crumble if she looked at him. But he looked at her, his entire body turned to her as he looked down at her, his head tilted, his arms hanging loosely and unused at his side. Were he a human man, perhaps he would have crossed it, perhaps he would have tried to look where she was looking. Perhaps he would not have come to see her at all. Were he a human man, this would be different. Perhaps they would have spoken about something else, something about the weather, about the party, about—

“Are you?” Were he not himself, this would not be happening.

“Why did you forgive Hugo?” Her question retaliated his. “I’ve seen vampires kill humans for less of an infraction.”

“Why do you believe I did it?”

“Stan Baker thinks you soft,” she blinked as she tilted her head. “Weak. He thinks you hold too much empathy for humans in your age. Perhaps he believes they’d finally convinced you that you all are the monsters they believe you to be. He thinks you did it because you’ve grown fond of them. Isabella Beaumont believes you a kind man, more human than humans, that you hold an empathy and understanding for our kind she wishes to emulate one day. She believes you’ve done it because you are merciful.”

“And you?”

“I think you did it because you’re tired.” Her final verdict caused a small, amused smile to begin festering on his lips.

“I was watching you while you did it,” she relented. “I’ve been watching you all night, really.”

“I’ve noticed you,” he admitted. “But it seems now you can’t meet my eye.”

“No,” she shook her head, staring harder into the eyes of the night. The stars that glimmered above them, the music and chatter that drafted like wind from the inside of the house—there were some people who moved from the confines of its walls to escape into cooler air, but when they noticed the pair, particularly the look Godric gave them, they scurried back inside without a moment’s thought. He had been waiting to hear this human’s words and thoughts and the way she had taken notice of him since they’d met in that church, now, he would not let anything else deter him. “You’re far too intimidating to speak the truth to your face.”

“And what truth would that be?”

When she didn’t respond, he waited.

And when he grew tired of waiting, he spoke again.

“Would you rather not tell me?” His head tilted to look at her, but she remained quiet again. Perhaps it was because she was thinking, but perhaps, and he hoped this was not the case, that she had finally come to her human senses, and the prey drive kicked in. Perhaps in her silence, her body caught up to her mind, and she realized now that the silver around her neck and the silver caressing her fingers would do oh, so, precious little to deter a determined vampire. “Do you take pleasure in seeing me beg to hear your voice?”

“Is that what this is?” She turned to him finally, and her dark eyes met his glistening ones. Always glistening. And she had to steel herself to keep the contact their eyes held. “Have you come here to hear the musings of a human girl? What I might think of this entire situation? Of vampires, and hunters, and men who deem themselves greater than the will of a God that had forsaken them so long ago?”

And her anger rose now, quicker than anything he could have imagined. It washed over him for a moment as he was deterred from her, shocked at how silently it seemed to have crept into the night. Inside of the house, he could feel his progeny stir as well. Eric could sense each and every single atom of his maker’s will shift as the woman stared at him, finally. Finally.

“To berate me for my musings of this world? Of your world? I’d gotten enough of that from your offspring, thank you. You come out here and you ask me these questions as though you yourself do not already know the answers. Know what it is that I will say. Would you hear me say it, then?”

Her body faced his, her anger, too, stared at him now. “That when you forgave Hugo for his human folly it seemed more that you were chiding a child for not sharing its toys? That it angered me that you regarded so little of your own safety you would forgive someone because they were loved by another, who you held close to you. Do you truly regard yourself so little?”

“That is not why—”

“No, of course it isn’t. Right? You’d forgiven him because it was meaningless, wasn’t it? To fight and bicker and extend the situation more than it should have gone on. To bring more bloodshed into this house and your home and among people you swore to protect. You forgave Hugo because you are tired, and you cannot bear the thought of bringing a single ounce more of heartache into this world than you already have.”

A beat passed between them, and she turned from him.

A frustrated sigh escaped her. Thin hands came up to squeeze at the bridge of her nose, eyes shut as she tried to suppress the oncoming migraine. She didn’t feel the movement in the air when Godric left, but she knew when Eric took his place.

“You shouldn’t have brought me here.” Her words were defeated.

Eric’s words greeted her angrily. “You’re supposed to help. Not make him worse.”

“Eric!” Another voice called out to the man in front of her, charging up to him from the house to the grass where they stood.

“Not now, Miss Stackhouse. I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh, you better get in the mood after all you’ve made me do. Why is it that—”

“Not,” his face turned to the waitress, his voice growled. “Now.”

But Sookie Stackhouse wasn’t a woman easily deterred. She was a woman in customer service, and more so, the other woman mused, she was all too familiar with vampires and their mood swings. She made to leave, but Eric Northman grabbed onto her arm and forced her to stay. “What did he say?”

“Weren’t you listening?” The woman shot back. “Don’t you have a connection to him that you can tap into, can’t you hear his thoughts?”

“I can’t.” Eric supplied after a moment of silence, and both women looked at him with a mixture of shock and curiosity. “He shuts me out when he’s with you.”

“Godric?” Sookie asked after a moment’s breath passed. “But why would he do that, he’s your maker isn’t he? What’s going on here?”

“It seems the issue Mister Northman hired you for stemmed rather more deeply than simply locating his maker.” The woman stares into the wide eyes of the vampire-Viking. “Your maker is found now, but a part of him is still missing, isn’t it?”

“She’s like you.” Eric turned to the waitress, as he explained the other woman’s presence here.

“I’m a development fault,” the woman seethed in reply. “A malfunction in genetic code. I’m not like her.”

“My informant assured me that you were helpful.” Eric shot back, refusing to take defeat as the final outcome. “We will stay here until the end of days if that’s what it takes.”

“Your informant was wrong!” The woman leaned in closer, hoping to whichever god that was listening that no other vampire could hear her. “The vampire I helped already wanted to live, it needed a sign. It needed something to grab onto, a rope, a buoy—a thought. I’m not a miracle worker, Eric Northman, my abilities cannot save a man who believes he is the incarnation of sin.”

“All this is about Godric?” Sookie asked as she stepped closer. The three of them stood now in a ring, an inner circle of people too desperate to accept their truths. That Eric was losing the only part of his family he’d had left, that Sookie was a part of something bigger than she’d originally thought—and the other woman, that she was more than a simple girl with kind words to tell strangers. “What’s wrong with him? He wants to die?”

“He’s succumbing to a fate he believes is befit for a thing like him.” The woman said, her eyes never leaving the ones of the vampire still clutching onto her. “All those years of grief have built the foundation of a thing that cannot be toppled, Eric Northman, by what I possess.”

“You have the ability to bring vampires closer to their human state—something that many a vampire have been searching for for longer than your human history dates back to. If you don’t help me, you can be assured that I will spread this knowledge to every line of communication among my networks, and I will sell you to the highest bidder.”

The woman scoffed at him, and he tightened his grasp on her arm. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“No?” He mused. “And why’s that?”

“You wouldn’t do that,” she mused again, and her words floated to him like something on a dream. Something like water rushed, like smoke inhaled through a chimney passage, there was a warmth that fluttered across the open air between them that caressed him in a way he had not felt since ages ago. The open fire, the roast of a meal hunted, there was laughter in her eyes he had remembered seeing in his mother’s, a scream of joy filtered through there, too, jovial like a baby’s laugh. He had a sister once, for some odd reason, he remembers her now. “That is not the man you are.”

And then a wolf’s howl. A scratching of claws against silver—and death rushes over him.

He was quick to retract his hand from where it gripped her. Quicker, still, to break his eyes from hers. Fuck, he thought. Fuck!

Sookie witnessed this all. Her mind was a soft hum between the vampire she could not hear, and the woman whose mind sounded as though the soft hum of a jewelry box never ceased its song. There were hummingbirds and the sound of rain that pelted through her thoughts, Sookie wondered, if all that calm was a front for something far more sinister. Without a thought she reached forward to touch the woman’s skin, and without thought her mind flashed with images of ruins and ash. A striking image of a city burned, skin singed to the bare bones of grief and haunt, a ghost fluttered there from her to hers, and Sookie’s mind far more than the shrapnel of war was now laced with the torment of what came after. The woman before her was a survivor of all things she had not witnessed.

Sookie saw for most parts images of blood, teeth sunken into tender flesh, vampires who hated the taste of blood and craved the heartbeat of it along their teeth. Images flashed, of vampires ripping their own fangs out, images flashed, of humans hanging from dead trees linked to more dead roots to more dead soil. Sookie hunched over, her body turned as the contents of her stomach wretched itself up through her body and onto the grass behind her.

And the woman looked on, as the empath reached her capacity, and the vampire-Viking was made afraid. She turned away from them with a sigh, and her eyes grew heavy as she began her walk from them.

“You should not have brought me here to him, Viking.”

But Godric found her later. And he stood behind the threshold of her now opened hotel room door. And she stared at him for a moment before her head turned towards the room in an inviting gesture.

For a longer moment than what she would have normally allowed, the two of them stood in the room alone together as silence pressed on. It had been some time since they had come from his home since she had showered off the blood and the gore since they had had to come to terms with what had happened.

“I came to see that you were alright.” Godric confessed, and she stayed silent as his words littered the space between them.

“I am glad that you were unharmed during the attack.”

“It was an unfortunate matter, I should have taken it into consideration.”

“I fear my faith in humankind was somewhat miscalculated.”

A pause. Were she sub-human, perhaps she would have heard the smallest intake of a breath he did not need.

And then—

“Tell me what you saw.”

“Did Eric tell you why I was brought here?” She asked finally, snapping at him. Or to him. She didn’t know. Her arms came to hold her, and her eyes stared at him in anger. He knew now, that it was not directed at him. He knew now that for all the insight she had, she could not understand herself half as much as the way her abilities allowed her to understand others.

“He did.” He said. “Tell me what you saw.”

And her eyes shut in pain. She remembered now what had happened at the house. The argument, then she had went inside. Sookie followed after, then Eric. They had gone back to what they had been doing, and she was left wondering all the things she wishes she could not. There was so much hurt in a single room, and the smells of the pasts of all the vampires that littered around her almost made her dizzy. She could smell their desperation in the air. And then something else overtook it.

A loud beeping, a yell. Then an explosion.

Godric’s body was over hers in an instant. Quicker than she could have thought he’d shelter her, his eyes boring into hers, his body hit with the shrapnel and splinters of wood and house foundation. He grunted once, then twice as metal sunk into his body. It didn’t hurt him, she didn’t think. But there was a twinge of discomfort that hit him at the intrusion of foreign material into his body.

He lifted himself off from her the moment the explosion and its aftermath ended. He made sure she was alright, and then he left to lick the wounds of his home.

“How many died?” She asked him as they stood in the hotel now, hours later.

“Too many.”

“How many are wounded?”

“Tell me what you saw.”

“A boy!” she snapped at him eventually. Her arms tightened around her again.

Her mind brought forth the image he requested. Of a boy standing in the midst of a desolated living room, walls racked with blood dripping and smothered, she could smell and taste it in the air. An explosion of death, of something claiming life, of a thing used to destroy all that was left of a people who mocked it.

“A boy standing there alone,” because he was alone. Godric’s vision stood out to her as she shut her eyes, and she saw him taking note of all the destruction that had befallen his home. “You looked around like it was the first battle you had ever fought, a sorrowful madness, empty grief, the shell of a house haunted.” He moved through the area like he had seen the same image a thousand times before, and none at all. She watched him as he had walked over broken planks and splattered bodies. “You stood there like the brokenness of that home was your birthright.”

And those words in particular punched him in his chest. In his gut, somewhere, something dropped to its knees and wept. “Like there was nothing else you were owed but this.”

Were he human, perhaps, he would have missed the beginning of her tears. “Why do you believe that your ending must be ill-defined?”

“There is no other way to make amends for the wrong I have caused.”

“You are not only the sum of the wrong you had done!”

A pause haltered their conversation. A whisper of a thing that had been long dead and buried resurfaced between them now. But she would not give in so easily.

“Pale lips,” she whispered. “Blue fingernails, the red beneath your eyes. Even to a passer-by, it’s evident you have been mistreating your body. Eric told me you refused to feed. How long has it been? Dawn has come and your eyes droop and yet here you are, being verbally abused by a human girl who’s seen less than a fraction of your lifetime. How often do you forego sleep as well?”

He smiled at that. Yes, he thought. Less than a fraction but with an amount of grief to challenge my own.

He watches her as she moves to grab the remote. Shutting the sun-tight blinds to protect him from the sun yawning. Even in her anger, the thought of him. His eyes moved to her, watching her body as she commanded it, from her legs to her arms, to the movement of her eyebrows to her mouth. Everything about her enchanted him forward, and he heeded the command of his heart to grow closer to her. She noticed too late, and he was reaching out to hold her face in his hands.

“Why is it that you care so much?” His head tilted in curiosity. Maybe he wanted to know if it was because of what she was, maybe he would have accepted any lie she told him.

“Eric brought me here to help you.”

“But why does your failure to do so upset you this much?”

His words were like a punch and a kiss dancing. Rare was the occasion brought that she failed. Rarer even still was the comfort that failure was okay.

Her hands lifted to hold onto his wrists, and her head fell forward as tears threatened to spill. A lump formed in her throat, and she wondered how she could tell him of all the things her abilities allowed her to see in him. Instead, her hands lifted to trace along the tattoos of his chest. Along his collarbone, she traced the Roman-like patterns. A protection circle around his throat. Chief, warrior, nobleman. Perhaps. Perhaps if they had more time, she could have asked him about it. Perhaps if they had more time, she could have known him more.

Soft hands lifted and moved, he stood back from her for a moment after she tugged at his sweater, and he held her gaze as he lifted it over his head. There was something between them merging, something forming and twisting like a glob of material in space, forming to the vibrations of the universe around it. He dropped the cloth to the ground, he stepped closer to her. She touched the tattoo along his arms, those ancient words on his right one, palm laying flat and circling, those water-shaped markings of his left one.

He held her close as she pushed her chest to his. Skin barely meeting skin. Her hands trailed down the expanse of his spine, a thrill rushed through him, nails raking softly from the top of the serpent to the bottom, at the base of his spine and the small of his back—where she scratched up and held her hand to the brand on his shoulder. A slave’s marking. A deed of having had been owned. There was no escaping all the past selves of himself he had been, beneath the microscope of her hand.

“Tell me what you see.”

His voice was begging now. She could not resist it.

“Too much,” her words whispered against the skin of his throat. “I wish we had time.”

“We have time.” He lied.

“Do you swear?”

And she wondered when it was that things between them had changed. Perhaps somewhere between the first or last insult she had spewed at his face. Perhaps, maybe even, between the first and second kind act. When she had saved him in the church—when he had saved her in his home. There was a poetry to that, that in the end Death was still an angel of God. Still in service to the being that had created them both.

“Godric?”

“Yes?”

“You deserved a kinder world.”

#Godric #True blood #Godric imagine #godric x ofc #godric x reader #godric true blood #southern vampire mysteries #true blood imagines #vampire #vampires #fanfiction #writing #angst

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handcuffed - jim hopper

you REALLY dont wanna get arrested right now.

cw/tags: DUBCON. DUBCON FOR DAYS. uhh, very bdsm-y, obvious power dynamics, degradation kink, handcuffs, obviously. timeline debatable, age difference but thats what makes it hot!, he spits in y/ns mouth. cums in her panties if thats a kink? what would i call that? y/n is canonically a bit of a slut but thats okay! mutual pining if u squint.. maybe enough lore for multiple parts. hopper is lowkey a prick whoop whoop.

havent posted in a while but i wrote this (shitty) gem from a few weeks ago.

Surely, this would be a good day. Surely.

Well, that is what I was thinking before I was sprinting down the road, trying my best to avoid the cops. Needless to say, now I’m restrained by an all-too-familiar chief of police and he’s hauling ass to his cop car, which would now be 50 or so feet from where I’m currently standing.

I’m trying to break free so I can sprint in another direction and pray to god it works. Maybe into the woods, break line of sight. We’re by the backroads, so there’s not a lot of people, though maybe losing face in a crowd would be what I need.

I seemed to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I was near Billy’s shithole of a house, just when the cops showed up, and of course, they had to assume I was to blame. Now, at a worse place at a worse time, I’m harshly pressed into the hood of Jim’s car, and he’s struggling to keep my arms in place to put them into a pair of handcuffs. His body is tightly holding me into place, but god damn, I am not getting arrested right now.

“Let me go, Hopper!” I shout, trying to pull my arms out of his grip so I can use them to push him off. I try to move any of my limbs in any direction as an attempt to get him off me.

“Stop struggling.” He says, as he meets my face, feeling the stubble of his moustache brush my ear. I freeze for a moment; before continuing anyway.

“I wasn’t even at that stupid Hargrove’s house! You already arrested all of the assholes there, why are you harassing me!”

He lets out a few grunt, and then I hear a click and feel cold metal around my wrists, so I struggle more as he tries to stand us both up, still pressed against him as he tries to not let me escape him.

“Get the fuck off me, Jim.”

“Watch it.” He breathes out, “You’re about to get us both into somethin’ you don’t wanna get into.”

“I don’t wanna get arrested by some pig! Not over some shit I didn’t do!”

He finally brought some distance between us as he turned me around, looking at me face to face, though still trying to keep me in place with a hand firmly on my shoulder. I was trying to analyse the situation, there was one, semi-large, semi-hard, glaring problem.

Maybe all that struggling was not the wisest idea I could’ve had.

“Are you hard right now?” I said, with a bitter taste on my tongue, deciding to get rid of that taste by spitting right in his face.

“I told you to stop struggling.” He said through gritted teeth as he wiped the saliva with the back of his hand. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.” He gestured towards the backseat.

“What? This, or you?”

“Get in the fucking car, Y/n.”

“I didn’t do anything. I’m telling the truth this time, promise!” He began to shove me, before I tried to intervene once again, desperation levels rising to a shameful amount. “Hey! Hey! Maybe we can work something out!”

“I’m taking you in and if you don’t stop talking, I’ll find some way to shut you up.” He seemed unphased despite the half-mast tent in his pants. He glared at me, speaking sternly. “And don’t fucking spit at me again.”

“I’m not friends with Billy, I’m sober as a judge here, Hop!” I furrowed my eyebrows, “Plus, it’s not like you can walk into the station with a boner, can you? Or are you willing to bet it’ll go away by then?”

“You’re right. I can’t. I know what you’re implying, I also can’t..” He hesitated for a moment. “..Act on it with someone under my custody.”

He could sense the sardonic attitude behind my voice. “Why not?”

“Don’t play that game with me.” He said, pushing me again towards the backseat, though I crashed into the side-mirror of his car, letting out a moan of pain which made him, and his buddy, a bit more rash.

“Help me, help you?” I said with a fake grin, trying to push his buttons, either as a tease or a genuine way to get into his pants. “C’mon, what d’ya got to lose?”

“My job.”

“I won’t tell no one. C’mon, I’ll help you out and you can think about letting innocent ol’ me go, how’s that?”

Is it bad that through the numerous times Chief Hopper has thrown me in jail, I’ve always thought, ‘might as well go out with a bang, right?’, he’d been on my ass for years, either for underage drinking or hanging around pot, he’d find some way to get me in handcuffs. I was old enough to do both of those now, and for once, I was completely innocent.

“If you’re so innocent, why’d you run?”

“Look, I was just at the wrong place, wrong time. I saw sirens comin’ at me, what d’ya think I’m gonna do?” I could feel the tension; sexual or not, it was thick in the air. He was clearly sexually frustrated, and look at him, of course he would be. Sure, he was hot, but it’s not like the chief of police gets many weekends.

“I’ve heard you use that excuse before.”

“I’m telling the truth here! What have I got to lose? You’re hard and I’d fuck you to get out this time. I’m not sitting in a drunk tank with Billy!”

“Why’d you run?”

“Fine! I got pot on me! But it’s not from Billy!”

“Where?” He said sternly, trying to pull it off me. I didn’t want to admit it was in my bra, so I tried to avoid eye contact. “Where.” He repeated, louder.

“It’s in my bra..” I said, still avoiding eye contact. He looked at the buttons to my white and green shirt, deciding if he should or not. I rolled my eyes at him, almost to urge him to just hurry up and get on with it.

He quickly began unbuttoning the shirt, it was probably not his best choice, but once it was unbuttoned, he tugged it out of my jeans and tried to push it as best he could off my torso. He took in the view for a moment, but only a moment.

“Where?”

“Left side.” He raised his large hands to put his hand on my right; “MY left.”

Granted, I hadn’t exactly prepared for this moment, so my bra was an off-skin tone, and wasn’t exactly ‘sexy’. He put his hand in the cup of my bra, feeling it for a moment, his fingers grazing my nipple, before he pulled his hand away, with a small baggie of mix in his hands.

“Look, I wasn’t actually doing anything wrong, okay?.. I’ll do anything, I just.. Please don’t bust me for this.”

He looked at the bag, and he exhaled sharply, you could see the cogs turning in his brain, like clockwork, deciding. Weighing his options, even.

“Anything?” He spoke almost silently.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” He said, “I’m serious.”

I hesitated for a moment, before simply nodding, and he let out a shaky sigh before grabbing my face, he was still rightfully so, very angry at me, so he firmly pried my mouth open.

“Swallow it.” He spoke sternly before spitting in my mouth.

I swallowed it immediately, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

It took me by surprise how quick the tables had turnt, and his breath shook, and he quickly opened the backseat door, pushing me towards it, though I still stood upright. He had full control, so it seems he wasn’t just going to bend me over and fuck me. At least, not right away.

He pressed his mouth on mine, one hand holding me in place by the waist and the other holding onto the roof of the car. Slowly, he moved his hands down, playing with my belt until he could tug down my jeans so they rested around my knees.

“Hop, c’mon.” I breathed, pulling away though his mouth chased mine slightly. He peaked down, eyeing white panties with a small bow on the elastic.

He pulled away fully, then fiddled with the belt of his own pants, before unbuttoning them and leaving it open like that. I tried to open my legs for him though I was restricted, he pressed our clothed crotches together, a sigh escaping him as he did.

“Can you.. unbutton your shirt?” I asked, a little more timid than I would’ve liked. He gave a short nod, before unbuttoning his shirt so I had a decent view. He was fit, though obviously rockin’ a bit of a dad bod. A good amount of hair and honestly, I could be mad about the last screw I might have for a while, yet I’m not.

“You’re pathetic.”

“Please.” I responded softly, leaning towards him though he simply pulled away. He seemed proud of himself, devolving me into almost begging for it, yet also unsatisfied. “Sir? Please?”

“You’re so smart, such a fast learner.” He said, though it somehow sounded like he was degrading me, and yet, it was driving me crazy.

“I.. I want to touch you.”

“I’m not falling for that.”

“C’mon, Hop. Don’t tease me.” I pleaded with him, and it must’ve worked.

Almost like a switch went off; it was quick, but not harsh, he turned me around and bent me over the back seat.

“Beg for it.”

“I’m not begging for it.”

He took a fist of my hair and pushed my face into the seat, speaking sternly. “Don’t act like you’re not a slut. I’ve heard the stories. Beg.”

“Shit, please.” He pushed my face further; “Please, sir, please!”

“For such a fast learner, you’d think you’d know how to keep out of trouble.” He said, alongside rustling of fabric, I assume pulling your pants down with only one hand isn’t easy. “Last time. Were you at Hargroves or not?”

This was probably the most evil form of interrogation.

“No! I swear it, I hate his guts; him, and his shitty weed. What do I gain from lying to you right now!”

“You do whatever you can to get your kicks out of me. I know you get around. The amount of drunk-tank ramblings about the vixen behaviour you get up to, who knows, this is just another way to fuck with me.”

“Tough talk coming from you.”

“Quit acting like a brat.” He snarled, “You want this, you need this.”

“I don’t.” I lied, and he could tell.

“So if I just pulled up my pants and undid those handcuffs, you wouldn’t kneel and beg about how you need me? I see how you look at me.”

Shit. He played into exactly what I meant and he’s still got me caught.

“No, I mean, yes, I dunno!” I cried with urgency.

“Say you don’t want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Jim, please.”

“Exactly. Look how wet you are.”

He pulled down my panties, soaked beyond any chance of denial, or even dignity I could possibly have left. He shakily breathed, lining himself up to my entrance to only grind against the slickness, teasing.

“Jim, please, I’ll be good, please. I’ll stop getting into trouble, just—”

Almost like a heaven-sent miracle, he began slowly pushing himself deeper, one hand the chain of the handcuffs, and the other still tightly in my hair.

“Oh, shit.” He groaned, bottoming out in a smooth movement.

He began at a slow pace, just to feel the way he felt as he moved. It wasn’t fast enough to build any pleasure.

“Faster, my god.” The pace was agonisingly slow.

“I bet you like it rough, huh?” His grip on my hair tightened, almost stinging.

“Shut up—”

“The rumours are right, aren’t they?” He grunted.

“No, ‘m a good girl.” I panted, “I’ll be your good girl.”

“Are you? How long have you wanted to fuck me?”

“If I tell you, will you fuck me like you mean it?” I pleaded, “C’mon, fuck me real hard, please — I’m good for it.”

He rolled his eyes and began thrusting, the sound of wet slapping sound quietly echoing through the woods.

“You really are just a slut, look at you.” He laughed, letting go of my hair and reaching around and grabbing my throat, pulling me upright. “Answer my question.”

“So long, Jim, I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.”

“Yeah? Is that why you’re such a little bitch? Why you’re on my nerves all. the. fucking. time?”

“Yeah, ‘m sorry, please.”

“Stop getting into so much fucking trouble.” He cursed, finally letting go of the loose chokehold and grabbing both hips to fuck into me harder, though completely stopping instead.. “All this so I’ll fuck you? Huh?”

“Yes! I’m better than the other dumb whores you fuck, god, shit.”

“Yeah? You want me all to yourself? Say it.”

“I want you, now fucking move!”

He began thrusting again, I went limp and slumped over, he was groaning and only now beginning to lose his composure. I was drooling over the carseat, my eyes were rolling back into my skull, all over some stupid cop with an amazing dick.

“Y’re so nice aren’t you, you’re so good, you’re gonna let me cum right? ‘m your good girl, please, touch my clit, ‘m so close, please, you’ll let me—”

“Look at you, so needy.” He panted, reaching down to toy with my clit. “God, I’m so close, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Please!” I began chanting as I unwound on him, “Oh, fuck, I’m—”

I clenched around him and felt the rush of the orgasm hit me like a wave, he shuddered and kept fucking into me until my orgasm rode out.

“Feels so good, y’so good..” I mumbled tiredly, feeling him pull his still-hard cock out. “What? What are you doing?”

“I’m not cumming inside you.” He said, stroking his cock to completion.

“Please. Want your cum, please.” I mumbled into the carseat.

“Fine, I’m gonna..” He groaned in annoyance though it could also pass as pleasure.

“Thank you, sir.”

He kept jerking himself off, “Ugh, Y/n, fuck, I’m—” He grunted as he came on the panties still bunched around my knees.

“Can you.. help me.. get dressed?” I mumbled. He sighed, pulling up my panties and jeans before rolling me over to do up the button and zip. “I can feel your cum, s’warm.”

“Yeah. It is.” He sighed, buttoning up the tshirt and scooting me into the car fully.

He got into the driver’s seat and began turning on the car, talking into his walkie talkie about something or other. “Are you goin’ to take me home?”

“No, Y/n. I have to take you to the station for the pot.”

I groaned tiredly. “Oh, fuck off, Hopper.”

#jim hopper #jim hopper smut #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x reader #smut #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #stranger things fic

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anonymous-eggy · 6 months

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your leander analysis was soooo spot on !! it's the first one that made sense to me !! i was always like ?? why would he try to mess with you ?? it just didn't make sense to me ?? you're so big brain

exactlyyyy!

i think my point didnt really get across because i said it in a very dramatic manner, but the point is there.

at the end of the day, Leander wants to manipulate you into trusting him. for what reason? we don't know yet. To take down the senobium? for selfish reasons? both?

no matter the reason, he's cunning and manipulative. he's not prone to outbursts and immediate revenge from what we've seen in the demo. he didn't become the trusted and adored leader of a huge gang by having childish outbursts and taking his frustration out on others for not trusting him or not wanting to be around him. he's like a wolf. he will play the long game if he really has to. if it becomes a game of stamina, he'll keep chasing you until you dont want to or cant run anywhere but into his arms. into his maw of fangs that he's conditioned you to believe is home so he can finally snap his jaw shut on you.

He is the safehouse, the leader. everyone follows him eventually. he just likes to make you feel like it was your choice all along and not something he was steering you towards since the very beginning.

this is literally what makes him such an attractive character. we know in the back of our minds (whether or not we realize it) that this is what he's doing. its so bad, but it so good at the same time. he has secrets and depth to his character and we want to know them.

honestly, if anything, he grabbed mc's hand when they choose to hesitate out of desperation to prove he can handle it and gain that huge leap of trust in Mc.

which caused mc a moment of panic and surprise, thus causing their curse to flare up. the same way i assume mhin's curse would flare up to protect them. this flare up was more than what leander had planned for, so he has a moment where he has to bat away the curse with whatever stupid powerful magic he's gotten ahold of.

once again, he wants you to trust him. this is obviously a bad situation where there's only two believable and sucky ways to play it off. the truth, or a prank. so he has to pick the lesser of two bad choices and play it off like he was just messing around. like it was just jokes and everything was fine all along!!! i think theres a small crack in his facade when he says something along the lines of Mc's curse being some serious stuff he's never seen before. this is a true statement buried in false ones. its easy to breeze over. he's successfully fooled you and won if he can get you to believe he was genuinely just fucking with you.

but yeah, sure Mc could have gotten pissed with him, but isnt a moment of Mc being pissed at a joke better than them not trusting him with their curse? the trust broken from a prank is MUCH easier to repair than trust broken from a curse that almost slipped through his magical protections.

Leander wants Mc alive, safe, and trusting him COMPLETELY. He (i assume unknowingly) hints at this anytime he talks about how he shouldn't have let you leave his side. he is that one "the illusion of choice" meme.

My ending statement will be this: i am OBSESSED with characters that have a true personality hidden under a different one. the little phrases that slip out and give insight into the truth are my JAM. characters that dangle a shiny charming personality like an angler fish. maybe its because of my trauma, but we dont have to talk about that.

#eggy answers #leander #leander touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved demo #touchstarved leander #touchstarved mc #touchstarved #leander ts #touchstarved theory

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dearweirdme · 22 days

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how do u guys not see that taehyung is using jk and tkk for attention? he has consistently claimed things that then don’t align w what jk has said/reality. if they were actually together i dont think he would want to be drawing attention to their relationship the way he does. like when he said he recorded his album at jk’s house and jk helped direct it, that was SUCH an exaggeration and he knew it. and ofc jk had to clear up the situation stating that taehyung just randomly called him up one day asking if he could record some guides at his apartment studio and jk only gave him some advice here and there abt how he should sing some lines. taehyung always find some way to mention jungkook and single out their relationship when jk doesn’t do the same. and the whole “to find you” thing…there’s no way that that’s the legitimate and whole truth. taehyung worded in a way that would catch ppls attention when in reality im sure jk would just sing that song a lot in general cuz it was stuck in his head or something, not directly to/for taehyung. bc if they were actually together and jk sang that song FOR him, taehyung would not be out here divulging all that information. he would want to keep that secret bc that is something that would directly give them away. and w the story he posted of him and jk on instagram before enlisting. that was completely on purpose for attention bc why would u not post something for jimin as well who was also enlisting the same day when u know ppl will notice that. he knew we would notice he only posted for jk and that would get attention for being just him and jk. just at least admit that taehyung mentions a lot of stuff abt jungkook on purpose bc he knows ppl like to hear it and it gets him attention while also satisfying the fans/shippers

Hi anon!

Ah, so you see… but it’s just a bit too close for comfort for you and therefore, even though Tae has been described as ‘honest’, ‘innocent’, ‘most down to earth’, etc by members.. you think he has to be lying and faking and scheming about his bond with Jk. All the while Jk (and all members) continue to speak well about Tae, showing their love and support for Tae, keep hanging out with Tae and just continue as though him ‘using’ Jk is okay? You’d rather believe all that than think that maybe Tae and Jk actually do have a special connection? Geezzz, must suck to be you.

Jk is humble, what felt like Jk directing to Tae might’ve felt as too much credit to Jk. Tae is likely to boast about Jk’s capabilities, while Jk is likely to play things like that down. Tae wanted to make him shine, Jk wanted to return some of that shine to where he felt it belonged.

Why would there be any other explanation for Jk singing ‘To find you’? Why is it inconceivable to you (we all know why…. you are either homophobic or a Tae anti.. or both)? Nothing about Tae’s demeanor in that live shows any form of faking. He was melancholic. He wanted/needed to share a piece of himself. You forget that as a part of Tkk it is his right to share pieces more than it is our right to judge. He is the one who actually knows Jk on a level that very little people do (even when you think they aren’t together). So his judgement on whether it’s alright to share something about him and Jk will always trump ours.

I can only imagine the conflicting feelings that come with having to hide a relationship. I imagine the struggle between wanting to share the thing you are proud of and that is most important to you while also wanting/needing to keep it safe and hidden is a hard one. To me that fully explains why at times we see something more real, and why at times it seems as though they keep things from us.

He absolutely posted Jk on purpose! I think you should think on that some more anon!

#a clear case of so close and yet so far #don’t come back anon #we all know you’re not really gonna listen #straws #or anti?#taekook

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fruit-salad-ship · 1 year

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eh heh heh heh some dumb teenage ranger antics, because we've mostly had a "gay experience" that was a turning point.

Ranger days would have some fun little moments, the whole dorms having sleep overs that Peach does everything to avoid. She's the unsocialised creature in the mix, and the other students try hard to get her to come sit in the common room with them and play stupid games. They've nabbed a bottle of something boozy, all of 16 just vibing one friday night as a group. Everyone gets along, everyone execpt Peach, who only left her room to get a drink, leaning down into the fridge to her stash of juice.

When she stands back up, everyones looking at her s shes drinking from a carton mindlessly, notably Plum who'd stayed very quiet, sat quite stiffly opposite where she's standing.

"What?" A short sharp bark, not comfortable with the eyes on her. One student points to the bottle on the floor, one end pointing to her, the other end to Plum. Peach has no clue what this is about, not until several other classmates grab her grinning, laughing, joking around in a harmless way, something she's not comfortable with, extremly outnumbered as shes shoved into a closet. She stumbles, turns to try to get out, but the doorway has her rival being pushed inside too, managing to catch herself as the door is shut behind her, this tiny space feeling all the smaller now.

"What the hell is this? Some dumb teenage hazing or?" Peach wasnt even able to keep her juice, someone took it from her in the chaos. Its just them in this stupid storage closet, too close, plums only JUST taller than her, can feel her somewhere close, both trying to stay as far apart as this tiny space allows for. "Its a game, got seven minutes in this place before they let us out." stated matter of factly, folding her arms defencivley. "Whats the point? Sounds like a waste of time, theres nothing to even do in here, why do you people play this junk?"

How was Plum suppose to explain this? The situation was already awful. First theyre paired up in class, teachers thinking they need more time working together to get past their clear rivalry, encouraging teamwork with the threat of failing them if they didnt learn to function as a coherent unit, and now this. "People usually just mess around in here, you know like, make out and stuff. Go figures you dont have a clue, never spent a day with people your own age I swear." She wasnt too far from the truth, waiting for some witty response, getting nothing. In the dark of the closet she struggled to see the shorter ranger trainee, catching just a hint of expression. "Are you...embarrased?" The teasing tone in her voice prompted Peach to snap back quickly. "No!" A clear yes, feeling Peach reach past her for the handle to the door, trying to get free. Course theyd locked it, there was no give at all in her attempts.

This was all too delicious, normally Peach was collected and calm and if anything angry, not at all nervous. Maybe it was the overly sweet super cheap booze she'd been drinking with the others, or the weird need to chase this power trip, but Plum was kind of intrigued. "It's kind of weird seeing you handle something so badly." She took a strategic step forward, close enough for the pair to feel eachothers heat coming off their skin. Peach backed up, tried at least, only finding the back wall and an uneven footing due to a broom she hadnt noticed, the stick of it whacking her in the arm as she struggled to get away, clumsily pushing it off her, trying to figure out a way free. Why not mess with her a bit? Not like there was usually an opportunity for Plum to have the power between them, so just this once she took it.

There was no was she was getting away, finding the little angry form in the dark, one hand on her cheek, Peach totally froze up, no one had been stupid enough to get this close to her physically, she wanted to push back, to shout or do anything that'd gain her some distance but even in the dark as she raised a hand to do so, plum grabbed her wrist, stopped the attempt, instead pulling her closer.

'stop it, stop- get it together, she's just messing with you!' repeatedly thought, a warm cheek against hers that even stopped her trying to pull her caught hand back. "You've never kissed anyone before have you?" The question was so close, breath on her neck, a subtle teasing undertone. "Thats none of your buisness." Another clear answer disguised thinly under a veil of stubborness, something that made Plum smile to herself. "You can just say 'no' like a normal person you know." The power compelled her to get closer, feeling this athletic little body against hers, the pyjamas so painfully Peach, boyish, tank top and shorts in dark colours, never once spotted in a bright tones, the complete contrast to Plum's cute outfit, pastels and frils, silks, cutesy. They couldnt be more opposite.

"Good luck forgetting who took that first from you then." No hesitation, Plum made sure there was no room for a fight, Peach was already unbalanced where she stood, one arm caught, the other trying to keep herself propped up as she was pushed back against the wall with surprising force. The lips that found hers in the dark were soft and gentle, a weird feeling she's not experienced before, too busy working towards the goals laid out by her family, no time for this kind of messing about. Normal teenager junk, not something she had room for.

God she wished she had more room for it.

By the time the pair left the closet, Plum didnt even see her little team mate, laughing with her friends, turning to see Peach already gone off up the hallway back to her room at speed. The brief peak she took over her shoulder upon turning into her dorm revealed a serious blush, something Plum revelled in, a small, perhaps unfair win.

Was it coincidence that Peach was oddly quiet in class after that? Perhaps, but at least they seemed to argue a little less over the small things. Tension however only grew between them. Plum enjoyed the power, and Peach was suddenly very aware of a new aspect of herself she'd never had the chance to consider.

#fruit salad #ranger days #these lil baby gays figuring their shit out is everything

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tatakaetime07 · 2 years

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Hey! Could you please do an Eddie Munson X reader where Jason tries to hit on the reader and ask her on a date. She doesn’t want to and keeps saying that she has a boyfriend (Eddie) but he says “he’s not here now.” Maybe he gets annoyed and grabs your wrist or something but Eddie turns up and protects you from him. I love your writing sm btw!!! <3

༘✶｡˚ ੈ♡my girl e.m.

A/n:Ahh thank u sm reader its mean a lot!!😭♡

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary:When going into town the only person you expected to see was your boyfriend,but things didn't go to plan as a certain blonde wouldn't back off,just how would you be able to get out of this awkward situation?With the help of our dear metalhead

Warnings:Cursing,violence(?)

Word count-777

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“Have a nice day!”The ice cream employee chimed as she smiled sweetly towards you.You returned the gesture as you grabbed the cone she held out for you.

“You too.”

It had been a hot day for being not even halfway through the year.Your mother suggested that you should go out,of course that eventually turned into a demand as she forced you out of the house,however to have some fun you invited your boyfriend of two years,Eddie Munson,too join you.He said yes and that he would meet you at the ice cream stand,so that was why you were currently standing around.

Since it was super hot it wasn't suprising when you saw the captain of the basketball team,Jason Carver,sitting around with a few of his friends near the ice cream stand.However it was suprising when,instead of ignoring you like he usually did,he started to walk towards you.

You knew how much trouble he was,so like in any normal social interaction of yours,you started to walk the opposite way from Jason,trying your best not to make eye contact.

But when you felt a hand on your shoulder you immediately turned around,and was met with the sinister light eyes you had tried to avoid.

“(Y/n),right?”Jason asked innocently with a smug smile.’Did he really think you would just stop and chat like old friends?’

“Um,yea,yes that's me.”You looked down at your shoes and kept you gaze there,rubbing your neck with your free hand.

“Mm,”He hummed,maybe it was some sort of acknowledgment instead of an actual answer. “So when I just happened to see you,I thought maybe we should,I don't know maybe go out for a bite?”

The question in itself was harmless,but due to having a boyfriend and him geting too close for comfort you felt the need to thoroughly explain why that could never happen.

“Ah..thanks but no thanks.”You started,missing the way that stupid grin fell of his face as he started to clench his jaw.”I know this sounds cliche or something but my boyfriends coming soon,so..”

You took a few steps away from him unconsciously,not liking the way the tension grew immediately.At first he just stared at you,which to no ends freaked you out but you knew you needed to get out of there when he let out a crazed laugh.

“Well I dont see him anywhere,do you?”He said almost condescendingly,as he closed the gap you had created.

Knowing that he couldn't even be reasoned with you did a 180° and began walking away,keeping your head down as if it would make you smaller.

“Hey!You can't just walk away from me!”You were forced to stop as you felt a hand clasp onto your wrist.You glared up at Jason as you tried your best to get out of his metal grip.

“Let.Me.Go.”You stated slowly but it was ignored as Jason continued to try and make advances towards you.

“Now you listen here-,”Jason began,but stopped when you audibly gasped.Your freaking savior and boyfriend Eddie Munson stood between you and Jason,and you didn't even see the way Eddie was glaring daggers at the boy.

“Now why don't you listen?Your going to get the fuck off my girlfriend,and your never going to look,touch,or even think about her.Do you understand?"

It was obvious Jason hadn't thought you were telling the truth about waiting for someone,but of course he just threw away his pride away as he continued to be an idiot.

"Pfft-whatever she wasn't even that cute anyway."Jason laughed as he rolled his eyes,walking back to his little goons.

Although his words didn't effect you they certainly twisted Eddie the wrong way.You had to quite literally hold him back at Jason retreated with whatever he had left of his dignity.

When Eddie turned to you he was fuming.He also started to apologize about how he wished he had gotten there sooner.Although it was sad the only way Jason left you alone was because of another dude,you were grateful nonetheless.And that's what you told him.He had no reason to be sorry in fact he was the reason you hadn't snapped and punched the asshat in the face.

Later that day while cuddling with Eddie in his bed,you brought up how adorable it was that he had gotten so defensive.

He propped himself up on his elbow as he stared at you lovingly,peppering little kisses across your face as you teased him."Well how couldn't I be?He was messing with my girl."

You laughed at that moment but it didn't stop you from also feeling such an admiration for the boy in front of you.

"I love you Eds."

He kissed you on the forehead,"I love you too...also do you wanna make some chicken nuggets with me?"

"Hell yea."

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn #stranger thing s4 #st4 #Strange Things x reader #x reader #reader insert #st x reader #eddie munson x female reader #st4 x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson oneshot

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camouflagedlove · 2 months

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i think casual players (like my friends) hate Emma and she doesn't deserve it. she didn't owe feelings or a relationship to Jacob. should she have continued to flirt with him after? no but I do believe that's part of her facade and insecurities, she wants people to like her and that's how jacob liked her. I want ppl to understand she wasn't a bad person. the dare she was given was either kiss her ex (which we know he would've tried to use as evidence they should get back together) or kiss her friends crush: either way I feel she'd have gotten heat. I feel her choice was hard but made sense. she made the kiss a Little Much to get Jacob to get it but in reality it was just a game and she didn't do it to hurt Abi.

I also think of her in a deep and autistic way

i feel like she is afraid of people not liking her, and puts on a performance (canon) so if ppl do dislike her it doesn't feel as personal. her 'flirting' with jacob during the game was, to me, a defense. she's uncomfortable with the energy so she needs him to like her therefore act how he likes (which is flirty). Jacob put her in a situation where she was somehow rude for not returning his feelings the same or having the same wishes so she performed for him. is that the best thing to do? no, but can you blame her? trapped at camp with her fresh ex who keeps hounding her and moping. I can see her being like "well I just have to be nice✨️ to him so he let's the night be comfortable"

disclaimer: I don't dislike Jacob nor think He's a Bad character but I do think it's important to recognize yeah he has the right to be upset, to have feelings but it's also unfair of him to keep going after her after she made her position clear. he's ignoring her no. like he can be sad but he needs to recognize how he comes off trying to 'convince' her. and the fact that he was willing to literally trap her at camp just to 'convince' her is weird and to me makes me understand Emma's stance more.

anyways I'm an emma defender idc that she kinda caused drama with the truth or dare kiss, she was put in an unfair position and she didn't Make the dare. should she have made the comment about Nick being a good kisser? maybe not but I feel like she meant it like "ooh abi he's good /teasing" and not "nah nah a boo boo I just kissed your crush" abi had every right to get upset but I do feel intentions are important and Emma's intentions weren't to hurt Abi they were to avoid kissing Jacob (which feels obvious to me bc when he started gloating she seemed to make her decision)

that all being said a lot of this is interpretation based if you disagree with anything that's fine but be nice about it cause I don't mind discussion but I dont like arguing

#opinion peace #the quarry #emma mountebank #emma defender #i dont think ive seen hate in the fandom but in like casual players yes #jacob custos #abigail blyg #the truth or dare drama

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jackrubyjane · 2 years

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Pizza Delivery! ft. Jihyo

Genres: Smut, Blowjob, Titjob

a/n: this is our first smut settling in to Tumblr from the hellhole called wattpad, please be kind to us and hope you'll enjoy!

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"Yooo y/n, you got a delivery" My manger said putting two pizza boxes and and a bag full of drinks, "Where's the address" I asked grabbing the stuff "Usual place as usual" He said sliding over the receipt 'Damn its the sixth time this week' i thought, but then again i don't mind delivering this to TWICE'S DORM put their orders in the back of the car and carefully drove off.

Meanwhile in Twice's dorm Jihyo was taking a shower while singing their new song Alcohol free, her beautiful voice was loud enough to hear outside of their dorm room y/n can hear that over and over again , but the pizza might get cold, so he pressed the door bell maybe twice until he got an answer "Wait a minute please" Jihyo said 'Dang her voice is so loud' y/n thought

He could hear wet foot steps coming closer to the door and it finally opened and instantly y/n eyes almost came out of his socket, Jihyo was standing there with all of her glory with her wet hair cascading down to her shoulder and her curvy and beutiful body was covered up by a towel and only her cleavage was visible

"Ehem" Jihyo faked coughed gaining his attention and she could tell he was checking her out, truth be told she didn't mind, why ? because she may have a little crush on him since the first time he delivered here

He found him attractive and funny, "Oh.....uh sorry here's your pizza and drinks, thank you for ordering with us" he said stuttering and blushing so he quickly hurried trying to get out of that situation as soon as possible

"Hey dummy, i haven't payed yet" Jihyo giggled "Come here you can wait inside is cold right now" she said, he turned around and mentally prepared himself

When he was about to go in, jihyo purposely sway her hips back and forth making the growing tent in his pants worse, he mentally cursed himself for having a boner, and face palmed

But then a loud scream came out of her room, he quickly checks on what's happening to jihyo, he first went into the wrong room but found it

"What's wrong jih....." He was speechless on what he saw, Jihyo laying there naked with her legs spread wide showing her cleanly shaven pussy while looking at him seductively

"Jih....Jihyo ssi, what are you doing" He said gulping and avoiding eye contact, she slowly walked over to him her breast is fully out and making him even more hornier but he have to fight it

"Awe come one i know you like what you saw" She said as she comes closer pinning him against her wardrobe door "And it seems like your friend down there lime it too" she said, all he could do is look elsewhere, but eventually looked into her lust filled eyes

She cupped his cock with her hands and kissed him pationately, he finally gave in and grabbed her by the waist and fiddling with her nipples making her moan to his mouth, he broke the kiss and trail them fown onto her neck, and to her left boob sucking on them and twirling in her nipples, she was in bliss, she pulled his head back and continued to kiss him

She went down on her knees and eagerly unbuckled his belt and pulling down his uniform short along with his boxers making his 9 inch cock to came loose, she was shock at first and was worried she couldn't fit it inside her

"If you dont want to, you don't have to" He said to jihyo "No no, i want to" she said and slowly started to stroke him "Ugh..... yes jihyo...... just like that" He groaned, she slowly started to fasten the pace, but then she got an idea

she stopped and put his dick in between the valey of her breast and squeezed them together, his dick fits perfectly there and the tip of his cock hits her lips

Y/n decide to thrust into her breast giving her some help "Oh fuck jihyo that feels great" He said fastening the pace "You like that huh, you like how your dick feels between my breast" She asked seductively and he nodded

"Ugh.... i think I'm close" He said, then she lets go and started to suck his rod "Oh..... God your mouth feels great" He said, Jihyo then slowly started to suck his cock

He was in bliss right now, seeing his bias fully naked and sucking on his cock right now felt so surreal

"Oh...... fuck jihyo, you are good" He groaned again "Fuck im close" He said and that makes jihyo sucked faster "Ugh jihyo....." He moaned out

"Jihh......." He came out and filled her mouth with so much that some came out of it, she stroke it making some of it came out and hit her hair boobs and body

"As much as i wanna continue my members are coming" She said while licking the excess cum that was still dripping "Here give me your phone" She asked and he picked up the phone that was on the ground"

She opens the camera app and took a selfie of her current state "Dont share this to anyone else" She said smirking

"Now hurry, they'll arrive any minute now" she said and he put on his pants and went back outside "Oh hey y/n" she called and he looked back "Here's the money" she said and handed him the money "Ill see you later" She smirked and kissed his cheek

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