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falling-endlessly · 3 months

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Boomerang (part 4)

Vox x Female!Ex!Overlord!Reader

Summary: Vox is determined to win you over, no matter what. You just want your damn peace back.

Warnings: some mature themes (mention of sexual arousal)

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Vox gripped the bathroom counter, staring at himself in the LED outlined mirror. "You've still got it," he said to himself firmly, lifting a clawed finger to point at his reflection. "Just be cool, man."

He relaxed his face into his signature grin, leaning an elbow against the counter. "Hey Y/n, how's everything? I was wondering if you wanted to go for coffee sometime?" He threw in a wink for good measure.

A second of silence passed before he shuddered violently, breaking composure. "Ugh, no, no. Focus, man. Okay," he repositioned himself, shoving his hands nonchalantly in his pockets. He cleared his throat, mustering up his best confident, devil-may-care expression. "Doll, what do you say we get out of here tonight, yeah? Just say the word and I'll get us a private room at your favorite restaurant."

His smile twitched. Shit. That wouldn’t work on you either.

This was ridiculous. He started trends on a whim, charmed the masses to hang off of his every word, and yet—here he was, rehearsing in front of a bathroom mirror like a prepubescent boy with a crush. And failing miserably too.

He shook his head to clear it, hands grasping at the sides of his monitor so tightly it displaced the pixels on his screen. "Think Vox, what did you do to make her like you the first time?"

But if he was being completely honest, it was actually you who made all of the first moves. You who captured his attention like a vice. You who reeled him in, hook, line and sinker. There was no grand courtship on his part. In fact, he couldn't even remember the exact moment he had started to fall for you. It was all so easy, natural, seamless. He didn't have to do anything except for be himself.

He pursed his lips, turning back to the mirror warily. And—whatever, fine, fuck it. Not like anyone could see him debase himself like this anyway.

Vox sighed, his smile dropping like an overused mask. The desperation and vulnerability that he hated so much creeped back into his eyes, making him tense.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm such a damn idiot and—I just..." he trailed off, before groaning, dropping his head in his hands. "Fuck, this is pathetic."

What was he doing? Wallowing in self pity like some lovesick loser? For fuck's sake, he wasn't just some spineless bottom feeder, he was Vox. CEO of Pride's largest conglomerate. People would kill to be in his position.

A shaky grin forced itself back on his face as he lifted his head. Fuck, enough of this. Nothing was going to get done if he just sat here and twiddled his thumbs all day. It was time to make a move.

With his mental armor back in place, he marched to your room like a man on a mission. He may or may not have sent a drone on your tail to find it, since everyone else in this damned hotel seemed hellbent on pretending that they had short term memory loss when he asked. It was still a prototype, unreleased to the public. A camera the size of an ant, for incognito purposes of course.

When he finally reached your door, he pasted a confident, charming smile on his face. One that he knew used to fluster you once upon a time.

"Just act natural," he chided himself quietly, taking a deep breath before knocking on your door.

There was a moment of silence, before some shuffling was heard, and then the handle was turned.

Vox froze as you opened the door, dressed in baggy sweats with your hair in a disarray. Your shirt had ridden to the side at some point, and the rumpled neckline was exposing the enticing dip of your collarbone. He felt his mouth go dry.

And suddenly it struck him how much he missed you. God, he'd missed you. Your comforting presence, your lively humor, even the small things like waking up next to you or seeing your toothbrush next to his in the bathroom. And fuck, it hurt to have you just out of reach.

Your pretty mouth pulled down into a frown when you saw him, body language changing from relaxed to guarded in an instant.

Vox forced himself out of his trance, clearing his throat. This was his moment to shine. He'd practiced for this.

"Hey—" he started cheerfully, before the door was promptly shut in his face.

Vox blinked stupidly, standing in front of your room in shocked silence. Did—did you just—?

Frowning, he raised a hand to knock again. "Y/n?" He called out in confusion.

"Go away, asshole," your muffled voice came from somewhere on the other side of the door. "I don't want to talk to you."

"But—"

"I said beat it," you growled, before a glowing barrier materialized outside of your door. Fuck, if he touched that he knew he wouldn't stop bugging until tomorrow morning.

"Fine," he hissed under his breath, turning and storming away. So that was how you wanted to play it, huh? Fine, joke’s on you. He liked a challenge.

On the way back to his room though, he felt a familiar, pleasant tightness between his legs. Vox froze, slowly looking down at the noticeable tent in his pants in horror.

"Oh, come on."

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The next few days could only be described as an intensely aggressive game of cat and mouse. He tailed your ass like a damn police dog, determined to get even a moment alone with you—but to his absolute irritation, you kept coming up with increasingly ridiculous ways to blow him off.

He invited you to take a walk with him after dinner? You suddenly developed a spontaneous stomach bug and now you were bedridden. He held a door open for you? You pushed open the other side of the double doors and maintained unimpressed eye contact with him the entire time. He couldn't even follow you with his micro-camera anymore, because you'd promptly discovered it and stabbed it to his bedroom door with a needle as a violent warning.

Nothing was going according to plan and he was growing more frustrated by the minute. What was the point of coming here if he saw you just as often as if he had stayed in his tower?

"How am I supposed to convince her to come back," his eye twitched, one night on a rant-filled phone call with Velvette. "If I can't fucking talk to her?"

Velvette looked at him like he was a dried piss stain on the wall. "Vox, do I look like I give a singular fuck about your dumpster fire of a love life?"

Ah yes, such encouraging commentary as always. Really, he didn't even know why he bothered to call if his abused ego was just going to get attacked while it was already rolling around in a fetal position.

"You're still on the call with me," he said pointedly.

Velvette rolled her eyes, scrunching her nose up at him in irritation. "Fine, since you're so pathetic, I guess I could spare some charity," she ignored his scoff, continuing without a hitch. "You need to fucking lay off, stop trying so damn hard to get her attention. It’s giving desperate and creepy."

"I'm not—"

"Yes you are," Velvette glared. "Listen. If you don't want to end up permanently dumped, you need to compromise. Stop acting on your emotions like a toddler, you can't fucking afford that right now. And neither can we," she grumbled the last part.

Vox dug his claws into the bedding he was lying on, tearing up the soft material. The thought of giving up on you physically pained him, but...this wouldn't really be giving up, right? Velvette was suggesting a temporary ceasefire, a way to make you let your guard down, which might not be such a bad idea. It was more like...a strategic redirection of his efforts. Something that would benefit him in the long run.

He needed to build up the trust you'd lost in him. Slowly, bit by bit, until you accepted his feelings again.

The gravity of the situation was daunting. Something told him that this was his last chance, that if he fucked up one more time, you really would be gone for good.

He couldn't afford to lose you like that. It would fucking break him.

A loud crash sounded in the background on the other line, jolting him out of his thoughts.

Velvette's face drew into an aggravated sneer as she turned around. "For fuck's sake. What the fuck is it no—"

The line went dark, cutting off the call.

Vox sighed, throwing his phone blindly somewhere on the bed as he leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

Sleep evaded him that night, but in its place he started to devise a new strategy. Velvette was right, if he kept pushing, he would only drive you away. It was time to change his approach, and as much as he hated to admit it, it was...time to put his pride on the backburner.

Because he could live without his pride, but fuck—he didn't even want to think about what an eternity without you would be like. Besides, it was only until all of this was over and you came back home. He just...had to be patient.

****

After taking a few days to regroup, Vox was now more than ready to put his plan into action.

He’d rehearsed an embarrassing amount of times in the bathroom mirror, popped a breath mint, chugged an energy drink, and slapped himself in the face for good measure. Not necessarily in that order.

Now, in the late hours of the morning, he waited patiently for everyone to filter out before making his move, quietly cornering you in the kitchen.

You were sitting in the far corner, hunched over a steaming mug just like he knew you would be. It was something you'd been doing since he first met you, always reserving twenty minutes after breakfast to enjoy a second cup. He didn't even need to look at the contents to know that there was only a single cream, but enough sugar to make an elephant go into cardiac arrest.

That precious information would forever be saved to his hard drive.

For a long moment, he just stood there like a certified creep, admiring the familiar scene with painful longing. You hadn't noticed him yet, so your expression was still the vision of perfect bliss, eyes closed with a slight uptick to the corner of your mouth. And suddenly, he wasn't in this shitty hotel anymore. The retro kitchen transformed into a sleek modern design, the white walls melting to light blue. It was one of the few lazy mornings both of you were able to spend together, and—

"What do you think you're doing?" Your irritated voice shattered his fantasy like a pane of rose-tinted glass.

"Ah, Y/n!" His grin slotted back into place like a puzzle piece. Fuck, he hadn't even said a proper sentence to you, and you were already looking at him like he was a piece of shit someone forgot to flush down a public toilet. He had to act fast or you'd walk out again. "Funny running into you like this," he chuckled, hiding his fidgeting hands behind his back. Electricity crackled between them. "Actually, I was wondering if—"

"No," you said sharply, cutting him off.

"I—What?" His grin twitched.

"Whatever it is that you're going to say, no," you snapped, turning your back to him for emphasis.

Vox went silent for a moment. Tone it down, he repeated in his head. Stick to the plan.

"Look," he started, softening his tone. "I realize that I haven't exactly been," he grimaced. "Fair to you."

You laughed bitterly. "Understatement of the decade, asshole."

"I'm sorry," he sighed, watching carefully as your shoulders tensed in surprise. "I'll stop, if that's what you want. I won't ask you out anymore or bother you with stupid, meaningless shit."

"But?" You said quietly.

"But I still want to be...friends with you," the word left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he swallowed it with a smile.

He chanced a quick glance at your face, and—well you looked like you didn't really buy it, but at least you didn't look like you wanted to kill him and dispose of his body in a ditch anymore.

"Alright," you said, after a long period of skeptical silence, your eyes unreadable. "I’ll hold you to it, then."

He closed his eyes. "Please, just consider—" he froze, processing your words.

You said yes? Fuck, you said yes!

He cleared his throat. "I mean, yeah, absolutely. Totally. Makes sense."

He caught the briefest flash of amusement in your eyes, before you turned to bring your empty mug to the sink.

"So, uh," he started giddily. Fuck rein it in man, slow down. "What are you doing later?"

“I’m busy today,” you shut him down immediately, making him deflate at your sharp tone. Then you paused for a second, seeming to contemplate something. “Well actually,” you said lightly, making him perk up again. “There is something you can join me for, but it’s a little…out of your depth.”

“Oh really? Try me,” he smirked confidently. As if anything would stop him from finally spending time with you today.

A vindictive spark suddenly flared in your eyes, making him hesitate. "Group therapy and trust exercises," you said smugly, and a jumble of odd noises quickly glitched from his head, his screen flashing briefly to show a giant, red exclamation point. "But since you're too busy with that billion dollar company and all, I thought you wouldn't be interested," you smiled sweetly.

Oh. You conniving little shit. You had him cornered.

Looks like he wasn’t the only one doing his homework.

“How f-f-fun,” he forced out, the words literally tasting like ash on his tongue.

“It is,” you nodded genuinely, making him double take. “I actually quite enjoy it.”

Vox pressed his lips together into a fine line, dread steadily welling in his chest as he realized that yes, you were actually serious. Sweet fuck.

For a second, Vox contemplated making a strategic retreat and calling it a day. He eyed the door behind him longingly.

But no, he couldn’t afford to back down from your little game just yet. If this was how you wanted to raise the stakes, fine. Bring it on.

Before he could lose his nerve, Vox mustered up a pained smile. "Actually," he said, making you raise a brow. "I'd like to give it a shot."

"Really?" You said incredulously.

"Yeah?" His grin twitched. "Why not?"

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lucyrose191 · 5 months

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12 YEARS LATER, PART 2| S.O BLACK

Pairing; POA!Sirius Black x wife!reader

Summary; It’s been 12 years since Y/N last saw her husband, now it was time to see him for the first time, what could she say to him?

Warnings; Angst? Fluff, Sirius probably looks like death

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Sirius felt happiness and immense relief to see that the home you shared all of those years ago hadn’t changed at all, the garden was still well kept and from what he could see through the windows of the living room, it was still decorated the same way.

It was like a breath of fresh air being back in the place that held so many memories and loving moments; moments that had gotten him through the past twelve years of hell.

Knowing he was innocent had protected his sanity against the dementors but remembering those soft touches and electric kisses had kept him half happy.

He frequently dreamt of those slow mornings you spent together, that feeling of pure happiness he felt back then to wake up next to you, being able to see you first thing in the morning was the greatest gift he could have ever asked for.

He hadn’t really known how lucky he was back then to have those small moments; he had only realised when it had been taken away from him.

Sirius had thought about you every single day. He wondered how you looked, if you had moved on and created a family, if you hated him…

And now, his heart was pounding in his chest as he scratched at the door with his paw, knowing that you and Harry were merely on the other side.

He could hear your voice and whilst it was more matured and had lost that young playfulness he once knew, it was still you.

He waited. Waited. Waited.

As each minute passed by, his heart beat more erratic in his chest.

Eventually, the door opened.

It wasn’t you, it was Harry stood there with a massive smile on his face at the sight of his godfather.

Even though he knew there was no one around for miles, Sirius cautiously looked around before he transformed back into himself. "It’s good to see you again, Harry," his voice was hoarse and gruff from its lack of use but still held its friendly tone.

Harry launched himself into Sirius’ arms, catching the latter off guard and almost sending him tumbling off the sheer force of the impact but he welcomed the embrace with a chuffed laugh. "I’m glad you’re staying here, Padfoot."

Sirius mindfully patted Harry’s back as he pulled away, smiling slightly but Harry could tell that Sirius wasn’t really paying much attention, he could see the distraction in the way his godfather was looking over his shoulder into the house, as though hoping to catch sight of something, or someone. "Where’s your godmother?" He asked in a dreaded whisper.

Harry shuffled awkwardly as he looked back into the house before looking back to Sirius. "Uhm, she’s in the kitchen preparing dinner."

Sirius swallowed but nodded, releasing a nervous sigh as he looked to the ground then back up, not really knowing what to do.

Harry pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable, knowing that you weren’t really impressed with the last minute bomb he dropped on you when you weren’t ready and that Sirius was at a loss to what he could say to you after over a decade of being without you. Harry had put the three of you in this situation and felt the responsibility to guide you through it.

"Why don’t you go to my room and you can get cleaned up and I can find you some clothes to wear then you can join us and have something proper to eat?" He suggested, sighing in relief when Sirius nodded, seeming to like that idea.

Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that it was beginning to ache, the pain almost becoming unbearable as you heard footsteps behind you.

"It’s just me," Harry spoke, calming you instantly, causing you to turn around.

"Where is he?" You whispered, looking around wearing, you felt uneasy in your own house knowing that he was nearby.

"I took him upstairs to my room so he could shower, do you know if we have any clothes he could change into?" Harry asked.

You paused for a moment before speaking. "I do, actually." Thinking back to the boxes hidden away at the back of your wardrobe, you didn’t know if they’d still fit him but they were his.

"Could you grab them for me and I’ll take them to him?" You nodded and made your way out of the kitchen, leaving Harry to keep an eye on the food.

You could hear the sound of running water that came from Harry’s en-suite; he was so close yet so far and you had no idea how to feel about it.

You grabbed him clean socks, underwear, joggers and a t-shirt, even going as far as pulling out some of his old hair care products that used to crowd the bathroom counter knowing that Azkaban probably hadn’t been great for his hair and that would have broken your Sirius’ heart.

Sirius couldn’t fight his smile at the sight of the clothes and products that had been left on Harry’s bed for him, they were his, you had kept them all of these years, that had to mean something, didn’t it?

He had purposely taken his time getting dressed whether he was aware of it or not, he was trying to prolong the time it would take to see you, hoping he’d think of something he could say to you, he hadn’t thought of anything by the time he had finished so he just bit the bullet and slowly made his way downstairs.

The entire house was the way he had left it that Halloween night in 1981, only with the addition of photos of you and Harry from throughout the years, it made him smile to see that you had both had a nice life, the only thing that made him sad was that it had been just the two of you and he hadn’t been there with you.

The sound of your’s and Harry’s voices floating from the kitchen filled his heart, he could tell the bond between the pair of you was strong.

As soon as he hit the threshold of the kitchen, the chatter immediately stopped, the pair of you were already sat as the table with your plates in front of you; a large plate of food was sat in front of an empty chair opposite you, waiting for him.

The two of you made eye contact and every thought in his mind disappeared, all those words he wanted to say to you no longer mattered because everything that needed to be said was spoken just from looking into your eyes.

You were beautiful, just as you had been back then and you still had the same effect on him. The air was sucked from his lungs and he was punched in the face with the most overwhelming feeling of love he had ever experienced, the ring that had remained on his finger since you were nineteen was suddenly weighed down by his feelings for you that hadn’t disappeared in the slightest, even after so long apart.

His eyes shot to your left hand and his chest grew heavy at the lack of jewellery on your finger, he had to remind himself that he had betrayed you though, by leaving you that night with no telling of what he was doing, he had simply left and not returned.

"Padfoot," Harry’s voice cut through the tension between the two of you. "You should eat something," he pointed towards the plate that was piled with food.

Sirius pursed his lips and nodded weakly, carefully making his way to the table and sitting down, it was as though he thought any movement that was too fast would break something between you that hadn’t yet been fixed.

The three of you sat in the most intense silence; Sirius and Harry ate but you had quickly lost your appetite, the sight of him had just about torn you in two.

He was all skin and bone, every movement he made showed just how weak he was, the shaking of his hands a sign of his lack of nutrition.

Even though you hadn’t seen him before his shower you know it must have done him well because his skin was clean and he looked fresh, his facial hair was neatly groomed and his hair, though longer than you remember, was in its typical ringlets, a sharp contrast to the way he looked in the wanted posters you had seen.

Sirius was thankful to eat something that wasn’t wild animals he had hunted; food that was actually filling and would give him the energy he lacked.

He could feel the glances you kept sending him but kept his head down and his attention focused on his meal, he was afraid of what you would say to him.

Would you tell him you had moved on a long time ago and you were simply doing this for Harry?

The sound of you clearing your throat caused him to look up, Harry had disappeared without him noticing, it was just the two of you, your eyes looking into his with an emotion he couldn’t quite identify.

"I’m glad you’re okay," you spoke, voice ever so gentle.

Sirius dropped his fork and leaned back in his seat, focusing all of his attention on you. "I’m glad you and Harry are okay, it was all I ever thought about," he replied.

The roughness of his voice took you by surprise but you suppose it shouldn’t have considering the lack of people he had to speak to whilst he was imprisoned.

"A part of me was worried, knowing you were out there all alone," you confessed.

Your words made his heart swell but he knew better than to get his hopes up. "And the other? Worried that I wanted to hurt him?" He couldn’t mask the bitterness in his voice, the thought of you thinking he could do such a thing would break him.

"Worried that you didn’t want to actually, I was worried that everything the public knew about you was wrong and that you were out there all alone in the cold and wanting to do something good. Because it meant you had been locked up all those years for nothing and well, that worry was a reality."

Your words comforted him but there was one thing they had been on his mind since he had spoken to Harry for the first time. "You only told him about me at the beginning of the year when I escaped, why?"

You looked down at the table, tears in your eyes. "It was just me and Harry for years, I had all these photographs for him and all of these stories about James and Lily. There was a constant in the photos that he was curious about, the man with the cheeky smile and the long, curly hair. I just told him you were an old friend because I couldn’t tell the little boy he was back then that the entire Wizarding world thought you were the reason they were dead and I didn’t want to tell him my thoughts either because I wanted him to decide what he wanted to think when he was old enough and he did."

"And what were your thoughts?" He asked the dreaded question.

You smiled painfully and shook your head. "That you are the most irrational and dare I say irresponsible man that I have ever met in my life and you were overwhelmed with grief that night, so much so that you didn’t at all think straight about the outcome of your actions. You were just filled with betrayal and heartbreak that the only thing you cared about was getting revenge and I never blamed you for that, I only ever blamed you for losing the life you deserved to live, losing the life we could have shared."

Sirius’ eyes welled up at your words, both from relief that you never thought he did what he was accused of and guilt for the way he had acted that night, knowing that he had caused you a hell of a lot of loss, loss of the life you had wanted to build with him.

He was suddenly wracked with the emotion of the reality of what had actually happened and what he had missed out on, what you both had missed out on. "Did you-" he wanted to ask but you were already shaking your head.

"Absolutely not, there was never anyone else, it was only ever you and I never had to question it." There was such confidence in your words and it shot right into his chest, it was as though those words had broken the dam that had hidden his emotions because the flood gates had opened and Sirius buried his head in his hands as sobs wracked through his body.

You jumped up from your seat and made your way around the table, taking Harry’s vacant seat and pulling it right up beside Sirius’, wrapping your arms around him.

Sirius leaned into your body, allowing himself to be fully wrapped up in your arms.

It wasn’t long before his sobs stopped but he made no effort to move from your embrace, instead he relished in the familiar comfort that he had longed for and allowed himself to smile as he smelled the scent of the perfume you still wore and had worn since you were a teenager.

You pressed a kiss into his hair before resting your head against his. "I missed you so much." You assured him.

"I missed you, you and Harry were all I ever thought about, you got me through it, you’ve always been my strength." He muttered into your shoulder.

You closed your eyes at his words, not wanting to cry but it was hard, you had him in your arms again and it filled you with so many overwhelming emotions.

"You’re still so beautiful," you laughed at his muffled compliment, squeezing him tighter in response.

"I’m glad you’re here, Sirius. I’m so happy you’re back." You told him.

"Me too," he sighed, then waited for a moment before asking. "Where are your rings?"

You silently and reluctantly pulled away from him but remained close. You reached up and pulled out the chain that was hanging from your neck, hanging from the chain were two rings; one was a simple, thin, silver band and the other was a diamond encrusted band with a large, rectangle shaped, white sapphire in the centre.

"I knew Harry would ask questions because he’s so nosey but I wants to keep them on me," you explained.

Sirius nodded with a smile, happy you still kept them and wore them, his smile widened as he watched you remove the chain from your neck and remove the rings before placing them on your left hand where they belonged.

He moved forward and rested his forehead against yours, not necessarily ready to let go just yet.

Harry stood in the doorway of the kitchen, you were right, he was nosey but he didn’t really care. He was way too amazed at the sight in front of him, he could quite literally see the connection that was shared between his godparents and was beyond happy that the two of you were able to be reunited and hopefully make your way back to each other.

You would make your way back to each other, Sirius was your family and he was your home. The connection between the two of you hadn’t been lost in the time apart and it only made you more confident in the fact that Sirius Black was your soulmate, he was the other half of your heart and there’s no one else you would wait so long for or want to spend your life with.

You loved him more than anything and well aware that he felt the same way about you.

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random-thot-generator · 1 year

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A Dark & Stormy Night

Simon x F!Reader

Rating: M for Mature - 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI

Summary: Simon awakens during a late-night storm and creates a storm of his own as he comes to terms with his feelings. Written from Simon’s POV.

Tags: Explicit sexual content, PinV, Mild Somno, Mild choking, Mild D/s dynamic, Soft Dom!Simon, explicit language, cursing, fluffy finish, no Y/N (please let me know if I’ve forgotten any tags.)

Word Count: 2191

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It's just after four in the morning when the storm rolls in. Rain begins to patter outside of the flat and Simon opens his eyes in time to catch the first flash of lightning. The room he is lying in is familiar, though not his own. It's hers. Her room, her flat. He's just visiting.

But he visits a lot.

Another flash of lightning and the room is lit up as bright as day. He can see as well as feel her now, pressed up against him, the skin of her back sticking to his side. She's got her head pillowed in the crook of his shoulder, face smushed against his bicep, her warm breath puffing across his skin.

The room goes dark.

He shifts beneath the covers, old cotton sheets worn smooth as silk sliding over his legs and torso. The hint of fabric softener and the more pungent aroma of stale sex catches in his nose and, fuck― he really likes that.

He lowers his nose to the crown of her head and breathes in. The unique smell of their sex mixed with the last faint notes of her perfume makes him hard again, memories from earlier that night playing out in his mind. He can never seem to get enough of her anymore, like he's an addict and her cunt is the drug.

But it's not just her cunt, is it? It's her. He always wants her, and only her. He can't even deny it to himself any longer. He's hooked.

She was all he could think about on the flight home from his last mission, and when he got back, he went straight to her place this time. Didn't even bother to go by his own flat, first. As soon as the plane touched down, he was rushing towards the barracks, where he dropped his gear and forced himself to take a shower. Then out of the gate he went, with only one destination in mind.

Her place. He wanted to be with her. It was all he ever wanted these days.

It should bother him more, giving in to this hold she has over him, but he can't seem to bring himself to care. Not when she's this close, so warm and inviting. And so sweet.

His hands begin to move of their own accord, one cupping her breast while the other skims down and over her thigh. His fingers dip between her legs and he sighs out a breath as he finds the wet heat of her cunt. His body shifts behind her, curling his large frame around her soft warmth.

Fuck, she always feels so good. He dreams of her―her skin, her mouth, her cunt, when he's deployed and she's thousands of miles away. She haunts his sleep, the sound of her soft voice still in his ears when he blinks his eyes open, and he's angry with her when he wakes. He's pissed at her for leaving him so frustrated and throbbing with need, for making him yearn for her like he's some lovesick little tosser. For missing her.

Yet he can't stay mad, not at her. She's always so good to him, so good for him, always takes him so well, begs for him to touch her, kiss her, fuck her, and he's more than happy to oblige her every whim. She drives him crazy, makes him lose control, and fuck him, but he can't deny that he loves it, that he loves―

She's begun to stir, his calloused hands touching her most tender parts drawing her from her sleep. She sighs out a moan, her hips rolling down on his fingers before she's even fully awake. God, the sounds she makes. It sets his blood pumping fast and hot through his veins, stokes the fire already burning in his gut into a roaring blaze. He pulls her closer and places kisses along her shoulder, soft and slow and wet. His teeth rake along her neck, and he smirks when goosebumps erupt over her skin.

"Can ya take more, sweetheart?" he whispers at her ear, fingers gently stroking through her folds.

Rolling her hips against him, she breathes out, "Want you, Si."

Simon hums in satisfaction, his hands moving with more purpose now. She whimpers as his thumb tweaks her sensitive nipple and presses her ass back into his rutting hips, gasping at the feel of his leaking cock sliding along the cleft of it.

"Simon..." she sighs, and the sound of his name being spoken in that voice, the one he hears in his dreams, drives him a little insane.

She whines as his fingers swirl around her clit and arches into his touch. "...need you. Please, Si," she begs, as if he might deny her. As if he could ever deny her anything.

He drags his nose up the side of her throat, leaves yet another mark, another claim, as she writhes against him. Her small hand flutters up and lands on the nape of his neck, buries itself in his hair, pressing him even closer, inviting him to devour her whole.

"Always so ready for me," he mumbles as his fingers glide down and push past her entrance. He doesn't stop, easing his fingers in until he's knuckles-deep and she's clenching around him. She whines, grinding down on his hand, desperate for friction. "Sh-shh... It's alright, luv." he murmurs lowly. "I've got you. I'll take care of you."

And he will. He will always take care of her because she's his now. He knows it, and so does she. There's been no declaration of feelings, no heartfelt confessions, but he saw it in her eyes when he pushed inside her last night, neither of them looking away or closing their eyes to hide it this time. It was a mutual surrender, both of them tired of fighting it. There was no denying what was between them, not when it felt so right.

As he pumps his hand and crooks his fingers to reach that spot that curls her toes and makes her shake, his other hand snakes to her throat. He pulls her head back and presses his lips to her temple, his hand on her throat holding her in place as he grinds the heel of his palm onto her clit. She keens out a whine that has him groaning, an acute pulse of arousal tightening his groin and making his balls ache. His cock weeps in response, his rutting hips smearing his seed between her plush cheeks. He could cum like this easily, but he won't. Not this way.

His lips on her fevered skin and his hand working between her slicked thighs, he brings her to her peak quickly, listening to her hoarse cries as she trembles in his arms.

"Tha's it, lovie. Jus' like that," he croons into her ear, his words slurring, fingers still thrusting to drag out every second of her climax.

Her body is drawn taut as a bow string, little hitches and starts making her twitch as each spasm passes through her in waves. He could feel her orgasm dripping down his fingers and he purrs in smug pride.

"Always such a good, good girl for me," he moans, relishing how tight she squeezes his fingers when he praises her. His cock twitches in anticipation and he knows he can't wait any longer.

When she finally goes limp, he gently pulls his fingers from her cunt. He wraps his slick-smeared hand around the back of her knee, lifting her leg up and back to drape it over his thigh. His hand shoves between their bodies to fumble with his cock as he pants out in a shaking whisper against her ear, "Want ya so bad, luv. Can ya take me?"

She can only manage a whimper as she nods. With a wrecked groan, his cock slides between her thighs, the head bumping against her clit as he angles it to run through her slick folds, and her body jolts in his grasp.

His fingers grip her throat just a fraction tighter. "You want it?" he mutters, his voice full of gravel & quaking with lust. "Want my cock, huh?" He lines himself up with her entrance before clutching her hip. Again, she gives him a desperate whine and a quick bob of the head. It's all he needs before he's pushing into her, a guttural sound escaping his throat as he chokes out, "Fuckin' hell, luv. Yer cunt's so―nngh!... So bloody tight!"

He feels unhinged, wants to pound into her, just ruin her, but it feels so fucking good he can't rush it, so instead he strokes into her with slow, deep thrusts, loving the drag on his cock when he pulls back. Her cunt is gripping him so tight, walls pulsing and clamping down to draw him in deeper, and he swears if he could, he would crawl inside and live there. It's as close to heaven as he'll ever get.

He can already feel his orgasm building, abs tightening as his breaths puff out against the side of her neck. Want to feel her cum, he thinks, his hand leaving her hip to seek out and destroy her clit. His fingers rub furious circles into it, the motions desperate and frantic. More than once he grazes his own cock with his fingertips as it glides in and out of her channel. He can feel the way she's stretched around him, and it makes him feel feral.

"Feel that?" he husks, splitting his fingers around her filled entrance. "Fit me like a bloody glove. Made fer me, luv. Only me. Ain't that right? Hmm?"

"Yes..." she pants out, "...o-only you, Si. Just for you!"

Lightning flickers like a strobe, the effect surreal as he glances down to see she's looking up at him, the white flashes of light glinting in her eyes like sparks. Her nails dig into his scalp as she fists his hair in her grip & molten heat surges through his groin.

"Fuck― fuck!" He can't hold out when she's looking at him that way. "Cum for me, luv," he mutters, sounding desperate. "I can't―!"

And like she was simply waiting for his command, her cunt clamps down and he can feel her gush around his cock. "Ah, bloody hell! I-I'm cum―!"

The rest of his words are choked off as his climax hits him like the concussion of a bomb, bowing his back as every muscle seizes up in his body. His cum pulses out of his cock again and again and again, until his seed has filled her up to overflowing, until it's dripping down his balls and onto her thigh.

Thunder booms at that same moment and the windows rattle in their frames, the deep reverberations strong enough to be felt through the bed. Rain lashes at the windows, coming down so hard and fast the noise blurs into a hissing cacophony.

It's like he's caught up in a religious experience, ancient and primal, the raging storm outside invoked by the carnal ritual they are performing within. Simon can feel it deep in his bones, deep in his gut, and he knows he'll never feel like this with anyone else. Only she makes him feel this way.

Like a fucking god.

The room is filled with the white noise of pounding rain and their panting breaths. They're both fucked out and now limp with euphoria, neither speaking as they come down from their mutual highs. His hand finds hers in the dark and she clings to it. Eventually, she turns in his arms, pressing her forehead into the sweat-damp hair on his chest, her arm sliding over his waist.

"Ya alright, luv?" he rumbles out, stroking his hands up and down her back.

She hums a contented sound, placing a lingering kiss on his chest. Lightning strobes and thunder rolls as the rain continues to pour down outside. She burrows deeper into his embrace, nuzzling her nose into the crook of his neck, lips pressing a kiss on his pulse point.

Simon knows they will need to talk- about this, about them, but right now he's content to just lie with her in this limbo state, between the before and the after. He will tell her in the morning, suck it up and say what he really feels and, maybe, hopefully, she'll say it back.

He finally rises to get a wet cloth and cleans them both up before tossing it away into the darkness. Sliding back between the sheets, he pulls her sleepy form into his embrace and sighs, listening to the rain and the receding thunder, relaxed and at peace. He's already edging towards sleep himself when he hears her mumble something against his throat.

"Hm? Wha's that, luv?"

She sighs as she drifts off, repeating her words before sleep takes her completely. "Love you, Si. Always."

And Simon feels his heart swell as his body melts into hers, the words rolling off his tongue like he's been saying them to her his whole life.

"Love you, too, sweetheart. Always."

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When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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11. 𝓟𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

He descended the stairs leading to the cellar, locking the door behind him. Taking on a path he was no stranger to, he moved with a confident and measured pace, his every step echoing through the dimly lit corridor. Passing the wine cellar, he continued on, guided by memory, until he reached a door that only he possessed the key to.

From his pocket, he extracted a golden key and inserted it into the lock. As he turned it, a resounding click announced the door's release. He winced as his enhanced hearing picked up the sound of the door creaking open. Nevertheless, he proceeded into the room.

On a table within, lay a black casket, and Dorian couldn't help but smile affectionately at the sight. He observed its occupant in silence.

He looked peaceful, his eyelids closed, a vision of serenity, with defined features. A cascade of midnight-black hair, like a river of silk, flowed around him, pooling onto the pillow in elegant disarray. Stray strands occasionally danced in the faint breeze, adding to the enchantment of the scene. His dark eyelashes casted delicate shadows on his cheeks. High cheekbones framed his serene face, and his skin, smooth as porcelain, bore no imperfections.

He caressed his cheek. Some might look at the man and think he was dead. After all, a stake piercing one's heart generally led to death. Dorian knew better, and the corner of his lips quirked up. Vampires like them were far sturdier than mere mortals, after all and while a stake through their heart would immobilize them— put them in a slumber, some would even say —, it wasn’t enough to kill. Decapitation in this weakened state would, though.

Dorian’s eyes landed on the ring the other wore. He could, if he wished to, remove it. He could then place him under the vicious, unforgiving glare of the sun and watch him burn and turn to ash if he wished to. He could kill him for good. Teach him a lesson. The other vampire wouldn’t even be able to do anything in this state. Perhaps the blonde would wake him up before so, just so he could hear his screams.

"My visits have become less frequent of late," he acknowledged while passing a hand through the other’s hairs. "I have been terribly busy recently." A smile formed on the blond's face. "We have a daughter."

He paused for a moment, as if expecting a response. His hand inched closer to the stake, and his fingers wrapped around it. He could do it if he wished to. He could free the other from this forced slumber. He could pull it out. A second hand joined the first. Then, Dorian stepped away, letting go of the blessed wooden object.

With a cold gaze sent in the slumbering vampire’s direction, he reminded himself of why he shouldn’t. At least not now. He didn’t deserve it now. He didn’t deserve to wake up just yet. Not when he had tried to leave.

"Poor Killian," he began sarcastically with a sneer, receiving no answer. "Here you lie, a tortured soul who wants nothing more than to be rid of your nature." Their nature. His voice edged with bitterness. "If you did, you would be dead by now. Rotting, decaying in the dirt, consumed by worms."

He collected himself, brushing any potential trace of dust and dirt from his clothing, and spared one last glance at the man before turning and departing the room. He should just be rid of him. Dorian could get rid of him easily. Killian wouldn’t deserve less in his eyes, after all. The blond might find someone else more agreeable than him. His stomach churn at the thought, though. He locked the door securely behind him and ascended the stairs.

Checking the old grandfather clock in the entrance, he noted the time: 11:40 PM. (Y/n) would soon descend to have a meal with him. The young girl had proven to be quick to grasp new knowledge, and she had adjusted to her life within the estate. She was, if not content, at least no longer overwhelmed by her past. There had been a time when her cries filled the days, and instead of restful sleep, she shed tears over the prospect of her new — far better — existence. Now, an air of resigned apathy clung to her, a stark transformation from her earlier emotions. She had learned. Learned not to mourn such matters. She had also readily adapted to her new schedule, her days spent in slumber and nights in activity.

The vampire found himself pondering the recent transformation in his child's demeanor, contemplating whether her newfound apathy might, in fact, be a welcome change. He had grown accustomed to the serenity that accompanied her lack of protest, appreciating the tranquility of moments when she refrained from making a fuss. Children were better when they behaved after all. His child was meant to be seen by his side, adorned in lavish dresses only fit for princesses, looking like a beautiful little doll. Her purpose was not to voice her opinions or express herself through tantrums, but to exist as a silent but striking presence, a living embodiment of grace and beauty.

Dorian entered his bedroom, making a wardrobe change into more appropriate attire for the evening meal. He then proceeded to the dining room, where he took his usual seat. While food was not a necessity for a being like him, he still indulged in the occasional delicacy, and the time spent with the child was a welcome diversion. He was served a glass of blood and sipped it slowly, paying no heed to which servant's life had been sacrificed for his drink. As long as they didn't soil his estate while spilling the blood, he spared little thought for such matters. Dorian avoided killing within his home. The paintings and tapestries on the walls were too precious to be stained. Furthermore, hunting was far more gratifying, satisfying an urge within him. Yet, with a child who he preferred not to leave on her own, he had settled for this arrangement.

By 12:10 AM, he noticed the girl still hadn't come down to eat. A frown furrowed his brow, and he resorted to ringing a bell, summoning a servant to remind the girl of her mealtime. Ten minutes passed, and still, she had not appeared. His patience wore thin, and he sighed in frustration. He had believed that they were past the point of dealing with her tantrums. Pouting, glaring, or even crying he could endure, but refusing to eat was an entirely different matter. She was still a mortal after all, eating was a necessity for beings such as herself.

Dorian rose from his seat, frustration building within him. He made his way to her room, hardly paying attention to the bustling servants he encountered along the way. Upon reaching the girl's bedroom, he opened the door to find two servant ladies engaged in an agitated conversation.

"Where is my daughter?" He demanded, annoyance evident in his tone. He had little patience for another one of her tantrums. The two girls exchanged uncertain glances before one of them spoke. "I do not have all night," he sneered, issuing a warning.

"We don't know, sir," the first servant admitted, following her words with profuse apologies.

Dorian's eyes narrowed to slits. "What do you mean, you don't know?"

"We are all looking for her," the second servant began, but he silenced her.

He stormed out of the room and thundered, "I want everyone here. Now!"

In a short span, the entire staff of the household had gathered, all looking highly anxious. He paid no heed to their nervousness, as he had more pressing concerns.

"Where is my daughter?" He repeated his question, prompting various answers, all centered around the fact that they had no idea of (Y/n)'s whereabouts.

"Speak. Clearly," he growled.

"We don't... we have searched everywhere, sir," one man admitted. "She isn't here."

Anger surged within his chest. "She can’t have vanished," he reprimanded, throwing his arms up in frustration. The assembled staff instinctively stepped back in fear.

Attempting to regain his composure, Dorian's enhanced senses failed to pick up any trace of her scent. Every corner of the house had absorbed her fragrance by now, and the servants' constant muttering and apologies drowned out any other sounds he might have detected.

Gritting his teeth in frustration, he hissed, "Quiet!" Even in the ensuing silence, the sound of their heartbeats echoed loudly in his ears.

Perhaps, if he were to slaughter them all, the silence would finally prevail. He soon chased that thought away; he needed more people to search, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t furious at them for their incapability of finding one child.

"You are useless," he ranted, his canines emerging, and his nails taking on a more menacing form due to his anger. "Utterly incompetent! Split into groups and search every floor. Leave no stone unturned." The servants hesitated, apprehensive of his demeanor. With another surge of anger, he snapped, "NOW!"

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 18 . Match Found ʚ♡ɞ (finale)

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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It had been going so well.

Jungwon had woken up to the song of birds chirping outside, he had opened the window to warm rays of sun and clear blue skies. It felt like the stars had aligned to present him with the perfect day to finally make his move.

Jungwon should’ve known better.

It had been four days since he had seen you last. Four days since you had showed up at his doorstep and dropped the equivalent of a nuclear bomb in his lap and left him with nothing to defuse it. True to your word, you had given him space to sort through his thoughts and feelings.

So it had been up to Jungwon to make sense of the jumbled mess that you had left in your wake. Luckily for him, his friends had taken it upon themselves to guide Jungwon through his existential crisis.

“Fuck I think I’m in love with her,” Jungwon whimpers into his palms. His hands doing little to hide the red flush that had crept up his neck to his cheeks.

“You just figured that out?” Niki questions, looking at Jungwon’s crumpled figure incredulously.

Jungwon lowers his hands slightly to look up at his friends with wide eyes. At the sight of each of the matching disbelieving looks on their faces, Jungwon’s eyes widened further. “You all knew I was in love with her? And no one thought to tell me?”

“How the fuck did you not know?” Sunghoon scoffs, “It's been extremely obvious to everyone that’s been forced to hang out in the same vicinity as you two.”

Jungwon lets out a strangled noise as he mentally reviews the last months with you and he realizes that he indeed, had been in love with you for an embarrassing amount of time.

To be entirely transparent, there was a part of him that already knew. How could he not when you consumed every waking minute of his thoughts? But with his intense will to convince himself that his feelings were unimportant in the grand scheme of your future and happiness, Jungwon had neglected to consider what those feelings exactly were, much less identify them as love.

But now Jungwon was face to face with the extent of his adoration with nowhere to hide. It was overwhelming, he needed to do something, anything.

“I gotta go,” Jungwon stands with shaky legs, looking around hazily for his phone and wallet.

“Go? Go where?”

“To tell Y/N I love her too! Before she changes her mind and decides she’d rather be with fuck ass Na Jaemin,” Jungwon blabbers spinning around in place, “Where the hell is my phone and wallet, I need to go.”

“Woah. Okay, slow down Romeo,” Jay laughs, clasping Jungwon’s shoulder soothingly, “ I think both you and Y/N need some time to process everything.”

“Not to mention, you need to do a lot more than just say you love her to make everything better,” Sunoo voices with a raise of his brow, “You literally ghosted her publicly for two weeks and ignored her confession.”

“Oh,” Jungwon slouches back down onto his bed in defeat, “I guess you’re right.”

Day One

Jungwon wakes up the next day feeling like death personified. Everytime he had finally felt himself slipping into his slumber, the memory of your kiss had his eyes flying open and his heart thumping painfully in its cavity.

Some time during his sleep-ridden haze, Jungwon’s mind had started to wander again to darker territory. He revisited the same insecurities that had gotten him into this whole predicament. His mind ran to a thousand scenarios where you had chosen him and it had only ended in bitter words and regret. And in the darkness of the night, with only his thoughts for company Jungwon began to dig himself into the same insecurity ridden pit he had just gotten himself out of.

It had been Niki who had picked the lock to his room, promptly entering and dragging the blankets off of Jungwon’s huddled figure. “Alright Jungwon the fuck is your problem now?”

Jungwon merely turned, his voice muffled as he buried his face into the pillows, “You’re gonna think it's stupid.”

“Probably because it is stupid,” Niki snarks, trying to pull Jungwon away from where he clung to his pillows pathetically.

Giving in, Jungwon gives Niki a rueful pout, his eyes ringed with the evidence of his turmoil. “What if she regrets choosing me later on and she resents me for everything she missed out on? What if we don’t work as well as a couple like we thought? What if she loves me as a friend but not as her boyfriend-oW what the fuck Niki” Jungwon rubs the side of his head tenderly, shooting daggers at his exasperated friend.

“You’re right, you are being stupid. Look, what’s the point of lingering on all these what ifs, you don’t even know that half that shit will happen. What if it’s the alternative, what if she realizes it’s the best decision she’s ever made? What if you both end up being perfect for eachother, platonically and romantically? She said she loves you, and you love her. Is that not enough for you to take the risk? Is she not worth it?”

Jungwon stares at him slack jawed, before chuckling to himself, ruffling Niki’s hair affectionately. “When did you grow up and get so mature huh?”

“I’ve always been mature, if anything you’re the one who’s dangerously close to losing your hyung title if you keep moping around like this. Have some confidence Jungwon, there’s a reason Y/N has chosen you over and over, even when you haven’t given her a motive to.”

Jungwon nods resolutely, setting his shoulders back in determination. It didn’t matter that he might not be the best choice, for you he’d make sure he was the right one. Now that he had a glimpse of what it was like to have lost you to someone else, even if only for a night, Jungwon was dead set on never giving anyone else the chance again.

Day Two

Jungwon chews on his lips, his fingers drumming against his leg as the call rings obnoxiously. Please pick up pleaseeee pick up.

The ringing stops abruptly and for a second Jungwon thinks he’s been declined.

“Hello? Jungwonnie?”

He breathes a sigh of relief, mustering up his best saccharine tone. “Heyyyyy Haechannie hyung, I’ve been dying to catch up with you.”

“You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that if you want to get back on my good side, Jungwonnie,” Haechan scoffs into the mic, “Y/N might have forgiven you but I certainly haven't forgotten just how upset she was when you were doing your little ghosting.”

“Yeah, I know hyung I’m sorry I really am,” Jungwon winces, rubbing the back of his neck, “I just thought I was doing what was best for her, I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“Yeah, well you did dumbass. And you better not be calling me to tell me you’re gonna break her heart again.”

“No! No, the opposite actually,” Jungwon says hurriedly, taking a deep breath, “I uh- wanted to ask her out, properly. She deserves it after everything I put her through. I was wondering if you had any ideas as to what she might like.”

“Well I’ll be damned, I thought you’d never grow the balls Jungwon,” Haechan cackles, his tone softening into something more familiar and honeyed.

“Look lover boy, Y/Nnie likes you a lot, almost as much as she likes me; trust me that's a lot . And you two have been through a lot of shit that was way more complicated than it had to be. I think what Y/N would appreciate and love most of all is just your honest feelings and having you back again. She’s not really one for big gestures and obnoxious gifts. I know it's not the answer you were looking for but it's what makes sense to me. I hope it kinda helps.”

“It actually does, thanks hyung. I promise I’ll take good care of her from here on out. No more complications,” Jungwon states firmly.

“I’m glad to hear it Jungwonnie. I like you, we all do, and we’ve been rooting for you and Y/N through all of your melodrama. Good luck and don’t let anything fuck it up.”

Jungwon accepts the blessing gratefully, a satisfied smile stretched across his lips as the call ends. He flips back onto his bed, looking up at the ceiling feeling the buzz of anticipation warm his chest. For once it felt like everything was slowly clicking into place.

Day Three

“What about this one?” Jay holds up a white shirt with a ruffled collar, waiting for Jungwon’s verdict.

“Ew no hyung, what am I? A vampire?” Jungwon scrunches his face in distaste, turning back to the racks of clothing.

Sunoo sighs next to him, taking a loud slurp of his nearly emptied milk tea. “I still don’t get why we have to get you a whole new outfit, is this really such a big occasion?”

“Of course it is!” Jungwon gives him an affronted look, chin jutting petulantly. “You saw how pretty Y/N looked when she came over, how well she was dressed. I have to make a good impression on her too when I ask her out.”

“Yeah but that was because she came straight from a fancy date, it's not like she was dressed up for- what are you hitting me for hyung I’m right,” Sunoo rolls his eyes dodging another one of Jay’s swats.

“Ignore him Jungwon, I think it's sweet that you want to look nice for Y/N,” Jay pats Jungwon encouragingly, “Do you know what kind of look you want to go for? Maybe something that Y/N likes on you?”

“Uh…. she likes my shoulders and collarbones. And one time she said that it's unfair that I have a slutty ass waist?” Jungwon offers up with a helpful shrug.

Jay deadpans, dragging a hand down his face wearily, already regretting his defense of you two. “I was looking for more like colors or types of shirts but yeah I guess that works. Let's go with a slightly loose button up tucked into some fitted cigarette pants then.”

With that Jay walks off in search of his desired items, and Jungwon turns to give Sunoo a smug smile. “I’m gonna look so good, Y/N won’t be able to resist me.”

Sunoo waves him off with a tired exhale, “As much as I hate the idea of inflating your ego, knowing Y/N you’re probably right.”

Jungwon’s smirk morphs into a dopey smile at the simple affirmation. The slightest reminder of his reciprocated feelings turning him into complete putty where he stood.

It still felt a bit unreal, to know the full extent of your feelings, and Jungwon was itching to just be able to do the same for you. It wouldn't be much longer now, everything was going to be perfect.

Day Four

“Do you have any Barbie movies? Maybe a collection set?”

To the employee’s credit the commercial smile she’s plastered on barely falters, the only indication of her surprise being the slight twitch of her eye. “Barbie movies sir?”

“Yeah,” Jungwon beams at her, fingers tapping on the counter in excitement, “Like the animated American ones? You know, Barbie & the Diamond Castle, Fairytopia, Barbie of Swan Lake, all of those.”

“Ah, those Barbie movies, of course,” she responds with the thinly veiled irritation that could only belong to a highschool part-timer who definitely did not get paid enough to deal with these oddly specific requests. “Let me go check in the back sir.”

Jungwon hums in acknowledgement, taking the opportunity to look around the quaint video store as the worker walks off. When she reappears from the backroom she’s holding a pink box set shaped like a chest, fit with a latch boasting a bold Barbie logo in gold. “Here you are sir, the 19 movie collection dvd set of the classic Barbie movies,” the worker slides the chest over to Jungwon.

He gives it a once over, his fingers trailing over the edges and checking the details to make sure all of your favorites are included. The employee watches in amusement as Jungwon straightens with a satisfied smile. “It’s perfect, I'll take it! Thank you so much for your help.”

She nods, ringing his purchase up, “So, are you just a big Barbie fan or is this for a younger sibling or something?” she asks as she takes his credit card.

“For my girlfriend actually,” Jungwon grins before faltering slightly, “well she’s not my girlfriend, yet. But I’m hoping after I give her this and I ask her properly she will be. I’m kind of in love with her.”

The worker gives a small laugh handing over his bag and receipt, “That’s cute actually, good luck I hope she accepts and it works out.”

“Me too,” Jungwon smiles giddily, ducking his head in a quick bow before exiting. Tomorrow. It was finally time.

D-Day

Jungwon should've known better.

Everything was going so well up until 30 minutes ago. Jungwon had woken up feeling amazing, his body filled with vitality, his mind was clear and his skin glowing. Sunoo had helped him style his hair, running it through the straightener until it fell perfectly across his forehead the way you liked it.

He had gotten his outfit from where it hung after Jay ironed it for him, it fit him perfectly accentuating his frame in all the right places. He had even sprayed some of the cologne Sunghoon got him, his nose only slightly wrinkling at the fumes. It would be worth it, for you.

Jungwon finished by swiping some chapstick across his lips, definitely because they felt chapped and nothing to do with his wishful thinking that maybe today he could seal the deal with a kiss. As he gave himself one last look in the mirror, Jungwon was extremely satisfied with the reflection that looked back, he looked good and he felt good. Today was the day.

Heeseung had offered to drop Jungwon off at your building but he had declined, for sentiment’s sake. Jungwon wanted to stop by Taeil’s PC bang, where you had first met, and pick up some snacks. Yes, he knew he could easily get them at any convenience store but he would know it was from Neo Tech and you would know it was from Neo Tech and that was enough for it to be worth the trouble.

The wind had picked up slightly as he arrived at Neo Tech, causing Jungwon’s brows to knit in worry but he had looked up to see clear skies and shrugged it off. Taeil had greeted him with a warm welcome and a hearty clap on the back. After shyly sharing his plans for the day, Taeil had gladly packed up some snacks, pushing them into Jungwon’s arms with a refusal to accept any payment and whisper of good luck.

Jungwon left the pc bang with his hands full. The bags filled with snacks and your gift swinging gleefully from each arm as he walked down the familiar streets to your building. As he retraces the steps to yours, Jungwon thinks of the first day you had taken him to your home, the first day he had truly stepped into your life. How differently would everything had turned out if he had just accepted a rain check?

Jungwon thinks of the way your eyes light up when they find his, the way you fit like a key in a lock in his arms, and how it feels as if the only breath he’s ever really taken was the one against your lips. It's enough for him to be sure that one way or another you would’ve found your way to him.

With a mind clouded with thoughts of you, Jungwon fails to notice the actual clouds that rapidly darken the sky, until a wet droplet hits his nose. He looks up startled, only for another drop to land on his cheek, and another in quick succession until suddenly, it’s pouring.

Fuck. Jungwon breaks out into a run, there’s only two blocks left until he reaches your place with his only possible solace from the rain until then being the meager cover of the trees that decorate the road. He vaguely remembers Jake rambling about how scientifically you’re more likely to have more raindrops land on you if you run opposed to walking in the rain, but how can he heed Jake’s advice when the rain beats down on him, his shirt already darkening under the weight of the water.

So he runs, he runs until he finally reaches shelter under the awning of your building. Only then does Jungwon stop, hunching over as he tries to catch his breath, his lungs protesting as they strain to fill with air.

“Jungwon?”

He looks up to make contact with the concerned gaze of Na Jaemin, who stands awkwardly with his umbrella at the ready as he gets ready to leave the building. “Are you alright?” he voices again.

Jungwon quickly straightens, “I’m fine thanks,” he voices, trying his best to steady his breath.

Jaemin nods silently, smiling politely, “I’m Jaemin by the way, it’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot of great things. Are you heading up to see Y/N?”

Jungwon should say no, he’s a sopping wet mess and the food is probably a mess after being rattled with the force of his movements. It’s only logical to go home and recuperate and just try again tomorrow. He’s spent far too much time making everything perfect to let it go to waste.

But he’s here now and Jaemin’s standing in front of him with an expectant smile, leaving your house looking put together and polished. So Jungwon can’t back down, not again, he’s missed you far too much and prepared far too much to lose his nerve now.

“Yeah I am,” Jungwon gives a firm smile and Jaemin breaks into a wide grin.

“That’s great, she’s been missing you a lot. I hope everything goes well, I’ve got to head out but we should definitely catch up another day.” It’s a bit unnerving, how genuinely sweet Na Jaemin seems. Jungwon nods hesitantly in agreement and the elder seems satisfied and takes his leave with a wave.

Jungwon turns to face your building, and before he can lose his nerve he enters. He draws a few curious stares from the reception desk and passing residents. Normally Jungwon would flush under their gaze and hurry his steps, but each step he takes he can only register as a step closer to you.

And so, unabashedly, Jungwon’s feet squeak and squelch and carry him across the lobby, into your elevator and up all 42 floors until he’s back at your front door. He can hear his heart thumping in his ears matching the rhythm of the code he punches in, the steps he takes until he can hear your voice carrying through the open slit of your bedroom door.

Jungwon takes a last shaky breath and raps lightly on the wood, pushing into your room. It’s been four excruciatingly long days since he’s last seen you and the sight of you knocks the air out of his lungs. You blink at Jungwon’s sudden appearance before your eyes soften into the familiar crescents that accompany your smile, “Hi Wonnie.”

“Hey Y/N,” Jungwon exhales breathily, his eyes glued onto your features. He had a confession planned, feelings he wanted to express and promises he wanted to make. Feelings that were currently betraying him, rendering him dumb struck and speechless.

Jungwon was usually good at things like this, suppressing his feelings to get what he needed to do done, it came easier to him than breathing. He was good at things like this, but not when it came to you.

You bite back a laugh at his dazed expression, raking your eyes down his figure, pausing momentarily on the bags in his hands. You meet his eyes with a stifled laugh, “You’re uh dripping, Jungwon.”

He snaps out of his stupor looking down to find his clothes waterlogged and plastered to his body, a small puddle forming at his feet. Jungwon rubs his neck sheepishly, “Yeah I got caught in the rain.”

“I can see that,” you smirk, sliding your headphones off and rising to your feet. You make your way towards Jungwon and for a second his heart stutters, thinking you were going to pull him into another impromptu kiss.

He swears he’s not disappointed when you walk by him, instead rifling through your drawers to pull out some clothes and a towel. “Here, you should get out of those clothes before you get sick.”

“What? No, I mean- yes I will, but first I want to talk to you. I uh got you something as well,” Jungwon lifts the gifts slightly.

You roll your eyes fondly, unfurling the towel and draping it over his head, rubbing it gently to drain some of the water out of his strands. You take the bags from his grip, instead pressing the clothes into Jungwon’s hand. “You’ve already made me wait this long, I think I can wait a little longer. Go change Wonnie.”

Jungwon sends you a wounded pout which you ignore with a pointed glance at the bathroom. He gives in with a sigh, disappearing to change his clothes. The sweats and shirt you’ve handed him are foreign, probably Haechan or Chenle’s, but the hoodie is suspiciously familiar.

He’s still examining the hoodie when he walks back out, “Is this mine? I swear I have one just like it and I haven't seen it for a while.”

You pause slightly at his words, twisting in your seat, “Uh yeah, I kinda stole it the last time I slept over,” you admit in the most off hand tone you can muster but Jungwon doesn’t miss the subtle reddening of your cheeks.

He doesn’t bother hiding the smug grin that splits his face, walking over to pull you up out of your chair and into his arms. He sways you slightly in his embrace, leaning down to whisper cheekily, “You’ve been stealing my clothes to wear when I’m not around? You miss me that much Y/N?”

You roll your eyes, pushing Jungwon away from you, he lands on your bed with a playful yelp. “If you weren’t busy being a delusional jerk then I wouldn’t have to miss you in the first place. I think you owe me at least one hoodie as collateral for emotional damages.”

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Jungwon chuckles, sitting up on his elbows, “thanks for the clothes, I didn't realize how cold I was until I got out of them.”

Taking a seat next to him, you brush the damp strands of hair off of Jungwon’s forehead, “No biggie, why were you so dressed up anyways? Are you heading somewhere after this? I can put your clothes in the dryer if you need.”

“No,” Jungwon says hurriedly, flushing when you look at him inquisitively, “I’m not going anywhere, I just wanted to dress up and look good, since it’s been a while since I last saw you.”

His eyes are trained down on the floor, the tips of his ears turning red and you can't help but giggle. “You always look good Jungwon, no need to try and impress me,” you nudge him playfully and he bats your hand playfully with a whine.

“Yeah, but I wanted you to see me in some nicer clothes,” Jungwon meets your eyes carefully, “because today’s important, I wanted to dress accordingly.”

You hum in acknowledgment, trailing your hand against the edge of his sleeve, smiling when Jungwon’s fingers capture yours. “You looked nice, it was different. But I like you like this, sweats and a hoodie. Makes you look cozy and comfy, like my Jungwon.”

Jungwon stills, staring at you with an unreadable expression and you tilt your head in silent question. Jungwon had a plan, a script for how this was going to go, but when those words fall so effortlessly from your tongue he can’t help but want to abandon his plan. And when has he ever known self control around you, so he does. “Can I kiss you?” he asks calmly.

It’s your turn to fluster, “what?” you splutter. Jungwon sits up fully, leaning closer until the tip of his nose is lightly grazing against yours. His hand releases yours, snaking up your neck to rest against your jaw, his eyes burning unwaveringly into yours.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” his breath ghosts over yours and you barely nod before Jungwon’s lips brush faintly against yours.

Jungwon pulls back slightly, glancing quickly to assess the way your eyes flutter shut and you instinctively chase after his mouth. It’s enough of a final confirmation for him to truly throw caution to the wind and he captures your lips in a proper kiss.

His fingers and cheek are cool to the touch, but every bit of skin they graze against blazes in response. You’re sweltering, melting in his hold, your arms curling around him , clinging to his shoulders desperately for any purchase to keep you from falling apart.

Jungwon grips you with equal intensity, he releases his hold on your jaw to undo the claw clip holding your hair, tossing it to the side. His fingers slink back up your neck to tangle in your hair, pulling you even closer.

It isn’t until his lungs burn insistently against his ribs that Jungwon finally parts from you. It’s silent, save for sharp inhales as you both gasp for what little air is available in the junction of your lips. Jungwon rests his forehead against yours and whispers breathlessly, “I love you.”

You’re still lightheaded from the pressure of the kiss and his words do nothing to quell the way your mind reels and your stomach flips incessantly. Giggling, you knock your head against his playfully, “Took you long enough idiot.”

Huffing in mock annoyance, Jungwon grabs your face bringing it to his, “Say. It. Back.” he mumbles against your lips, pecking them insistently with each word.

You smile into the kiss, your rising cheeks squishing against where Jungwon holds you firmly. “I love you,” you plant a final peck onto his lips and he sighs in satisfaction, nuzzling into your neck.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.” Jungwon murmurs gently, his hands sliding down to wrap around your waist, “I’m sorry for trying to push you away without even giving us a chance. I thought I was doing the right thing for you, and I let my ego and insecurities cloud my judgment. I was scared, you’re everything I could ever dream of having, and yet for some unfathomable reason you wanted me. It felt too good to be true honestly, and the whole situation with your dad and Jaemin just confirmed every negative outcome in my mind. I just didn’t want to fuck up and become a regret, you know?”

Your brows scrunch together in a frown and you open your mouth to refute him but Jungwon is already shushing you with a swift kiss. “I know what you’re gonna say. I just wanted to properly talk you through my thoughts. I’m done being stupid now, seriously I am. I’m far too in love with you to give you up. You make me want to be selfish. You deserve everything in the world Y/N, and if it means I can keep you by my side I’d rob the sky of all its sun and stars. I want to be better for you, I’ll be better for you, so that one day I can truly say I deserve to be yours. But for now I’m going to be greedy and ask you to be mine. Officially.”

You chuckle breathily, reaching up to cup Jungwon’s cheek with shaky fingers. “I meant what I told you before Wonnie, I’ve always been yours and I always will be. When I first met you I already knew I was in for it. You were the perfect distraction, my little sanctuary to escape all my worries and sorrows, an escape from reality. But then you crossed that line, you became a part of my reality, and you changed it into one that I wanted to be in. You’re my greatest comfort and my uttermost happiness Jungwon, and that’s something that no one else will be able to give me. I’d choose you in every reality and that’ll never change.”

Jungwon beams, his dimple in full display and he pulls you in peppering kisses all over your face, not leaving a single stretch of skin untouched. “I can’t believe everything literally went the opposite of what I planned and yet it somehow still worked out. Look, I even prepared a present for my proposal to convince you to say yes.” He leans over you slightly to pull up the bag sitting at the foot of the bed, placing it gently in your hands.

“You prepared this for me?” you shake the bag curiously, and Jungwon nods, gesturing excitedly for you to take a look. “Holy fuck, you got me the Barbie Movie Collection?” you gape at the pink box, tracing the letters in awe, “Jungwon I love it.” You grab his face, placing an exaggerated smooch on his cheek.

“Yeah, I’m kind of the best boyfriend ever, I know,” Jungwon shrugs smugly, observing your enthralled expression with a small smile. “I was planning on showing up looking dashing and all, and you would be caught off guard by my adverse charms and fall for me. Then I was going to give some spiel about how I don’t deserve you but these movies are a token of my dedication to you. And you would be extremely touched by my thoughtfulness and immediately start begging to be my girlfriend and telling me how I have unmatchable rizz. But I guess I can settle for how it went down,” he teases, pinching your cheek impishly.

You swat his hand away from your cheek with a roll of your eyes, “you’re insufferable Yang Jungwon.”

This only fuels Jungwon further, and he leans in, tilting your chin up to meet his mischievous gaze, “but you loveeee me, don’t you baby?”

You scoff, ignoring the way your cheeks heat at the pet name, “unfortunately for me, yes I love you Wonnie.”

Jungwon grins broadly at the admission, planting a warm kiss on your waiting lips. “I love you more,” he says sweetly.

Jungwon’s still not quite sure how he ended up here. How a simple desire to best his roommates had culminated into him sharing soft kisses with the love of his life.

And Jungwon’s still not quite sure what the future will hold for the two of you. But as he pulls you into his lap and you lean into his touch happily, pink cheeks and bright eyed, Jungwon can’t help but feel that no matter what the pair of you end up pursuing, at the end of the day your nights will always end up looking a little like this.

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what about one based on fall outta love by salem?

the morning after a house party at ricks, eddie bumps into reader for the first time - hungover in a kitchen and they instantly fall for each other, but reader initially rebuffs him (and every other guy in hawkins) & eventually agrees to a date but despite her feelings for him she tells him to fall out of love with her, they keep hanging but he just falls harder and then finds out from someone else she had her heart literally ripped out and set alight by an ex so has built so many walls hence constantly telling him to save himself, fall out of love because that’s what she’s also telling herself. but obvioooooously, they will end up together 🫶

my god. this one got out of hand. i mean i really ran away with it. thought it’d be like 2k word count wise now here we are at 8k! since the song was in scream, I decided to have it be a Halloween party they meet at! I took a couple of creative liberties because I couldn’t think of a date idea fast enough to write in a satisfying manner (meaning decently, but Eddie would most definitely consider smoking in your car as a date, he’d consider anything with you a date, so long as you’d have him.) and I didn’t want to have too many large time skips, but I still tried to capture the root of the request! Hope you like it because i LOVED writing it!

𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

warnings: teenage angst, fluff, alcohol consumption, underage drinking, reader dresses as Ghostface, Eddie as Michael Myers and Heather Holloway meddles in your love life

a/n: we’re gonna pretend Scream came out in the early 80s (I have a whole fancast of an 80s version). let me know if the keep reading tab eats or repeats paragraphs so i can remove it!

“Jesus Christ,” you groaned, forcing your eyes open in a squint as you were pulled from sleep due to the chill of the air. You could make out a mesh covered ceiling—wait no. You still had your mask on.

You lifted your head from the cushion it had been resting on, frowning when you realized you’d wiped out on the couch at Reefer Rick’s. Your head was killing you and you could feel something sitting in your stomach, something that wouldn’t be going anywhere but up.

You’d caught wind of the party when Heather mentioned it to you. Initially, you’d been skeptical of attending─not because of the weed and drugs that would be going around, you were a hardy participant in that—since you were sure that it would disappoint you. It’s not like you expected anything life changing to happen at a drug dealer’s party, but you’d been faced with a lot of recent let downs and disappointment, not a whole lot was going on in your life. That was sort of the problem. You liked being on your own, it was safe; you wouldn’t get hurt and nothing would happen to you again.

But nothing was happening to you.

It was like you were living your life on autopilot, finding barely any joy in things. Maybe part of you hoped you’d somehow find some at the party.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t remember shit, having blacked out after your friends talked you into a couple of shots. After the fifth, it was all you and by the ninth, caution was gone with the wind. It wasn’t even a blur to you, you legitimately couldn’t recall a single thing other than your own laughter along with your friends’ immediately after downing that last shot.

You’d gone dressed as Ghostface, a quick last minute costume that wasn’t too much effort (you wore something a little scandalous underneath the black gown just in case it proved to be a ‘sexy’ party instead of just a bunch of teenagers dressed however they wanted to be) and you liked the mystery it gave you, you could interact with anyone and no one would know it was you.

Your head throbbed as images popped up—memories. The memory blurs finally arrived and they were causing your brain a great deal of pain. You couldn’t recall too much and you didn’t want to because nothing good could have come from getting fucked up so fast and waking up on some pornstach having dealer’s couch (seriously, Rick was like thirty two and he was hanging out with teens? Red fucking flag).

You sighed as you pushed yourself up, hugging the black gown of your costume a little tighter around you. You wished you’d gone with wearing a long sleeve t-shirt and some warm pants instead of the cheap black corset and black tights. Should’ve know better, really, because it was way too fucking cold to dress hot on Halloween.

The wind howled outside of the house, as if to prove your point and you stood up, stepping over the sleeping individuals that littered the ground. You noticed a couple of your friends but you hadn’t driven together so there was no point in waking them. Clearly, you hadn’t been the only one to pass out at the party and you made a note to never do that again. Anyone could have taken advantage of you.

You chanced a glance at your wrist and breathed a sigh of relief. It was still early, really early. Barely even 5am, so you could still make it home before your parents were up and realized you hadn’t met your curfew, you could also be sick in the comfort of your own clean bathroom. You made a beeline for the door.

“Another survivor,” a voice commented, disturbing the quiet of the thoroughly wrecked house.

You followed the voice, spotting Eddie Munson in the corner of the kitchen, leaning up against the counter there.

You weren’t too familiar with him, had a couple of classes with him in the past, saw him around school and knew he dealt to a couple people, but you hadn’t ever had an encounter with him before. Never exchanged a single word.

The feeling in your stomach grew worse, as did the pulsing in your head, “I don’t know about that.”

Your voice was a near whisper, hoarse from whatever the fuck happened last night after you blacked out.

Eddie chuckled and you wondered how he was still functioning—and this early, too—but you hadn’t seen him around. Or maybe you had, you thought as you took in the blue mechanic overalls he was wearing and the Michael Myers mask by his side. Like you, and just about everyone else at the party, he hadn’t been the only one with that costume, so while you could recall seeing a couple of Michaels around while you were sober, you couldn’t be positive one of them had been him.

“Not feeling too good, Ghost?” He didn’t seem to have a problem talking to a total stranger, talking you up like he was familiar with you, which you highly doubted thanks to your mask.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Kinda just want to take my head off.” You rubbed the back of your head through the hood.

“You want some water?” He didn’t wait for your response, just went right into Rick’s fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, reaching over the counter to hand it to you.

Despite how it seemed to jostle your brain, you gave a brief laugh before you remembered people were still passed out and you hastily tried to silence yourself, covering your mouth which ended with you letting out an embarrassing snort. Then you quickly took the offered bottle into your glove-covered hand, but you didn’t drink it, regardless of how badly you wanted to. That would require taking off your mask.

Eddie just grinned, sliding his hands into the pockets of his costume.

“I like your costume.” You commented, your gloved fingers picking at the label on the bottle, heartbeat picking up as Eddie’s grin widened to expose his teeth. There was something about it, something secretive. Like he knew something you didn’t.

“Thank you,” Eddie grabbed the Michael mask from where he’d placed it on the counter next to his own bottle of water. It flopped around in his hold. “Didn’t wanna show my mug.”

“That’s a shame.”

Pretty, is all you could think when he glanced to the side for a moment, looking all shy. His hair was a mess, yours was probably worse under your mask, definitely matted, but other than that, he looked put together.

Suddenly, you were even more grateful for your mask. You hadn’t bothered putting on makeup since your face would be hidden for most of the night (save for pulling it over your mouth to drink). But god, you must have stunk. You couldn’t wait to get home where your shower and toothbrush were waiting for you. You were glad there was a notable distance between the both of you so he couldn’t smell you and the alcohol radiating off your being.

“So. So, so, so. I’m guessing you don’t remember.” Eddie leaned back against the counter behind him, looking very smug.

Your blood went cold—colder, actually—at the implication.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no. What had you done?

Play it cool.

“I don’t know, do I?” You winced behind your mask. Cool, not stupid, you idiot!

Eddie chuckled, glancing shyly down at the ground before his gaze flickered back up to you, warmth pooling in those brown eyes.

Huh. You never noticed the color before. Or how big they were, or expressive. Very soft.

“I don’t think so,” He responded, teeth biting at his lower lip as he stared at you from under his lashes.

“Damn. Didn’t expect you to call my bluff. Please tell me it wasn’t anything too embarrassing.”

“No, it wasn’t. Not in my opinion, we just—uh, hung out.” He licked his lips, suddenly looking very skittish. You did a quick mental body check, clenching down there to see if it felt different, sore to indicate you’d fucked someone but you felt nothing unusual, so you couldn’t have slept with him. He must have genuinely meant hanging out.

“Oh. Okay. So, I did something pretty cool then.” It was the right thing to say, Eddie immediately perked up, leaving you amazed with how he somehow managed to go from sullen to glowing so fast.

“What? Not mortified that you spent time with The Freak?” He said it so nonchalantly, if you hadn’t seen how affected he’d appeared when he simply thought it moments ago, you wouldn’t think he cared.

“You’re no freakier than anyone else,” for some reason you offered him a smile even though he couldn’t see it. “But you appear significantly better dressed. In my opinion.”

Eddie looked like he was mulling something over, then he pulled his hands out of his pockets and took a step closer, grin morphling into a smile, a little more intimate, “You have an opinion of me?”

Oh, fuck. He was flirting. Oh, God. Eddie Munson was flirting with you.

He was flirting with you and he didn’t even know who you were. It made that feeling in your stomach more apparent because you knew the moment he found out who you were, he wouldn’t be interested.

Just like—no. You couldn’t go there. You were finally in a good place and you’d be damned if you let any guy ruin it for you. Even Eddie Munson.

“It’s not very thorough. Well, it was nice meeting you, Eddie.” You didn’t wait for his reply as you returned to your original goal, ignoring the flash of disappointment you saw on his face in favor of slipping out the front door.

─

“He’s staring at you again,” Heather smirked, chin perched in her palm as she sat across from you in the cafeteria.

“Who?” You asked, trying to seem bored with the conversation to get her to drop it. Anytime she noticed some guy glance in your direction, she tried to convince you you had a new suitor. God forbid it actually was a dude who was interested in you. Heather always aggressively lobbied for you to do something about it then she’d get mad at you when you did, by telling them to move the hell on because it wasn’t gonna happen.

She leaned across the table, pretty brown eyes wide with excitement as she grinned. “Eddie. Munson.”

You tensed, swallowing the cucumber slice you’d popped into your mouth before she’d sprung the news on you. Despite how badly you wanted to, you kept yourself from turning to look at his table, almost clear across the cafeteria.

“What? Why?”

“Who cares? Eddie Munson is staring at you—has been every day this week and he’s been doing it in the halls, too,” Heather looked proud of herself for her snooping habits, curly side ponytail bobbing as she rattled on, “He’s cute, he can give you free weed—Lana Landon dated him for like a week and wouldn’t shut up about that perk, and I don’t know, he seems like a good guy. Maybe a little on the grumpy side, but I think that’s an act.”

You rolled your eyes and took a drink of water before responding.

“That’s all guys ever do. Act. He doesn’t know me, if anything he probably just thinks I’m pretty or something. He’ll get over it.”

Heather smirked and you knew what was coming, “I think he’s still hung up on Ghostface.”

She raised her eyebrows suggestively and you threw a chip at her, which she dodged with her palm.

“Hey! Friendly fire!”

“I knew I shouldn’t have told you that.” You groaned, shaking your head. After you’d gotten home and cleaned up, you’d called Heather, having remembered (with a great deal of panic) that she’d been there, too, and you might have left her there amongst the strung out people in the house. She seemed surprised at your relief when you heard her voice on the other side. Turns out, she’d left pretty early.

When you’d taken offense to her leaving you at some random party, she’d explained that she had initially tried to take you with her, but you’d been having such a good time talking with Eddie that you begged her to let you stay.

She hadn’t seen you like that over someone in a long time, so she’d actually threatened Eddie with bodily harm if anything happened to you and allowed you to stay.

Maybe that had been why Eddie was still around when you woke up.

“Look, I’m just saying you should talk to him. If he doesn’t know you’re Ghostface—which I’m pretty sure he does because he is doing some intense staring─then he’s just interested in you. Talk to him, give him a shot. Pleeeeaaase?” She batted her eyelashes, lower lip jutting out in a pout.

You pretend to think it over, eyes raised to the ceiling. “Mmm—no.”

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!” You mimicked with a smirk, standing with your tray. “I’m gonna go smoke in my car, wanna come?”

“Yes,” She sighed but made no move to get up, in fact, she looked down right depressed. “But I can’t. I’ve gotta cram for Siegfried’s stupid stats test. There’s no way I’m getting anything higher than a ‘C’.”

You failed to notice her gaze flicker behind you and back. “You have fun! Go! Give you brain cells a vacation.”

Heather shooed you away, eagerness returning but that was Heather for you. She flip flopped through emotions pretty quick. With a shrug, you turned and made your way to a nearby trash can, dumping your tray on your way out. You’d made it halfway down the hall when you felt a presence behind you.

You swiveled around and flinched when you found Eddie just a foot behind you, hands raised to show he meant no harm with a sheepish grin on his face.

“Sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Geez! You’re really quiet, I didn’t hear a thing.” You calmed your breathing, running a hand over your hair.

Eddie snickered, gesturing down to his reeboks, “Sneakers.”

A silence fills the space between you both as Eddie watched you fight to keep from smiling, bemused at how you were clearly losing.

“Get it?” He added to prompt your defeat.

You succumbed to the smile, biting your lip to keep it from getting too big and Eddie looked thoroughly proud of his ability to be of some amusement to you.

“That was—that was really bad.” You admitted, still smiling. “It’s a good joke, great joke, just also very bad.”

“Belittle it all you want, it served its purpose.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, scuffing one of his sneakers against the school tile. “Hey, uhm—where you going?”

You hadn’t expected him to be so direct, or nosey. “Not far.”

Eddie nodded, having expected you to be a little wary and pursed his lips, looking like he was ready for a kiss. Then he made a popping sound.

“Do you happen to smoke weed?”

It was obvious to you that he was asking so he could offer and you remembered what Heather had said. About Eddie being able to give you free weed. Or rather, being used so he’d provide the weed. Truth was, you remembered Lana bragging about it, too, until Andrew Wilkerson from the baseball team started paying attention to her. She never mentioned Eddie or his weed again. And it hadn’t been just Lana, a couple of other girls took advantage of Eddie’s romantic side. You hadn’t cared all that much back then but after realizing he’d taken care of you on Halloween, had kept you company although he didn’t know you were you, thinking about what they did to him made you feel sick.

You didn’t use people, you knew too well how awful it felt. Still, Eddie looked so hopeful. You had a feeling he fully expected you to do the same thing as those other girls, but was too naive or resilient to give up. Reminded you a lot of how you used to be.

“I do,” you confirmed and when Eddie opened his mouth, ready to offer you what he had in that lunchbox of his, you continued, “I have a nug in my car, if you’d like to join me.”

Despite your better judgment, you’d indulge him, if not because so many others seemed to let him down. Nothing could come from it of course. And you wouldn’t use him, either.

Eddie’s face split into a wide smile.

That’s how you wound up in your car, giggling as Eddie nearly hacked up an organ from the harsh bubbler you kept in a scooby doo themed lunchbox, under the passenger seat which Eddie was occupying.

“Jesus,” he croaked out, coughing into his elbow.

“Feels like you burned a hole in the back of your neck, doesn’t it?”

Eddie nodded as he continued to cough, eyes watering. Once he’d managed to get it under control, he let out a sigh of relief.

“How the hell do you hit that all the time?” He asked, passing you the small blue pipe.

You lit it again and took your own hit, coughing once you’d exhaled but not worse than Eddie had.

“I don’t,” you placed the bubbler in your cup holder and leaned against the driver’s door so you could face Eddie who was leaned all the way back, staring at you with happy looking red eyes, “It’s pretty harsh, so all that coughing gives a pretty intense and quick high. I’ll be good off of that for a couple of days. Also I have to give my throat some time to heal.”

Eddie laughed at your joke and you couldn’t help but think it was a pretty sound. “I’m more of a joint kind of guy, but pretty girls don’t offer me free drugs often, let alone smoke with me without getting so high they can’t function. Would’ve been stupid to say no.”

You tried to ignore the fluttering in your belly, you’d thought those butterflies had died out a while ago. And all he did was call you pretty. Pretty pathetic.

You may not not have been high enough to pass out like Eddie implied; however, you were high enough to feel brave.

“Is that what Lana did?”

Eddie looked momentarily shocked at your question, eyes rising to the ceiling of your car before he decided to answer your question.

“Uhm. Yeah. She—yeah. She was nice, sweet. Didn’t seem repulsed with me. Thought she just approached me for a deal, then she started flirting with me, I guess. Then, I thought we were a thing, but it turns out we weren’t. She actually was interested in just the deal.”

“Only, she didn't tell you that.” You finished for him, realizing despite having been wronged by her, Eddie wouldn’t paint her in a bad light, making it seem like it had been a misunderstanding. You’d heard the way Lana boasted. It hadn’t been a misunderstanding. “Did she lead you on, Eddie?”

“I don’t know. Maybe, I just did a lot of thinking. Not enough asking.”

God, you wanted to punch Lana in the face. Eddie was so nice, he refused to admit that Lana—in that moment—had been a bad person. Blamed himself for thinking some girl was interested in him because she was intentionally flirting with him in order to gain something for her own selfish reasons.

“That’s how it works, Eddie. Leading someone on. They flirt, make you feel special, play coy or maybe make you think you’re worrying over nothing when you work up enough courage to question the slight gaslighting and affection-bombing—then they leave. ‘Cause they’ve taken what they wanted and you’ve got nothing left to offer. It’s not okay. She was wrong for that.”

Eddie was quiet, you could tell his mind wasn’t. When he did speak again, his voice was soft.

“But I flirt. A lot.”

You wanted to shake the victim blaming mentality right out of him, he was making another excuse for her! Or worse, he thought he was like her.

“Eddie, listen really carefully to what I’m about to say, okay?” You waited for his nod of understanding.

“There is a large difference between your flirty personality and leading someone on. You,” you lightly punched his shoulder, “flirt because you’re just a flirt. Lana, doesn’t. Lana singled you out, intentionally, with the hopes that making you think you two were more serious than just casually dating would get her free weed. When you intentionally single someone out with your flirting, it’s because you like them and you want more of them. Am I right?”

The weed in your system was why you were able to withstand the intensity of his gaze, almost burned more than the bubbler had.

“Yeah,” Eddie finally admitted, the side of his head leaning into the headrest as he shifted onto his side to face you, “You’re right.”

“You deserve better than that, Eddie. You deserve better than the rest of those girls, too.” He hadn’t mentioned the others and you hadn’t wanted to bring them up either, sensing his shame but you needed him to know. He couldn’t end up like you.

“Do you remember me?” He blurted out and you frowned.

“Yeah, we had English together last year.”

“No,” Eddie shook his head, “I mean from the party. Rick’s party.”

You froze, heart stopping.

Eddie had that hopeful look on his face again as he tugged on a strand of his hair, nervous.

“You were Ghostface,” he prompted, as if it would trigger the memory you already recalled.

He knew it was you this whole time?

“How did you know it was me? Oh, fuck, please tell me I didn’t rant to you about my life while I was plastered. I’m so embarrassing.”

You wanted to disappear until Eddie gave a nervous laugh, shaking his head again.

“No, no. Definitely didn’t do that. But uh, I saw you. With your mask off. While you were drinking. A lot.” He snickered at the memory of you throwing a shot glass back, then proceeding to refill it an almost concerning amount of times.

“Your voice is pretty distinct, too. You also meet your height requirements.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say, stunned that he’d even be able to recognize your voice. Up until the morning you’d woken up on that shitty couch (and the night before, apparently) you couldn’t remember ever actually speaking to Eddie. Still, somehow he’d heard you. That knowledge warmed the area in you where the butterflies had been fighting to survive all this time.

You weren’t stupid, you knew where Eddie was going with this. What his stare had meant when you reassured him he wasn’t like Lana.

Heather was right. Eddie Munson was hung up on you. You had to put an end to it.

Luckily, you were (in the most cliche of manners) saved by the bell when it rang, signaling the end of the lunch period.

You hurriedly got out of your car and Eddie scrambled out after you, hurriedly moving around to your side while you locked it.

“I gotta go,” was the poor excuse you gave him as you started to rush back to the main entrance of the school.

“Hey! Wait!”

“Eddie, please.” You whipped around to face, eyes pleading for him to understand. “I meant it when I said you deserved better than Lana and the other girls. You do. And you deserve better than me, too. I can’t give you what you want and I’m not gonna lead you on. So, we should just cut our losses now, before one of us gets hurt. Whatever you’re in, fall out of it. It was actually rather nice hanging out with you, and thank you for looking after me at Rick’s party, even though I can’t remember most of it. You’re a good guy and you’ll find a good girl. You will.”

You left him standing in the parking lot as you weaved through the cars, feeling an awful lot like you just cut off a limb that had miraculously been growing back. Tears were prickling in your eyes when you pushed through the doors and disappeared into the crowd of students. You didn’t feel the butterflies anymore.

And you didn’t notice Heather, crouched behind the school bus when you passed by it in your hurry to get as much distance between you and Eddie as you could.

She stood up once you’d gone in, looking remorseful over something she had no control of and watched as Eddie stood there, staring at the entrance like he hoped you’d be coming right back out. When he realized you wouldn’t be, he shoved his hands in his pocket and walked over to his van, sitting on the back bumper.

Heather waited until he couldn’t see before she snuck back into the school. She couldn’t miss the test in her last class, but she knew what she had to do after and she knew where she’d be able to find Eddie when school let out.

─

Eddie was drained. Mentally, emotionally and physically ‘cause he hadn’t eaten anything during lunch. He ditched the remainder of the school day, wallowing in the back of his van, despite the rapidly dying high he was nursing, he hadn’t been hungry. Still wasn’t.

He figured he wouldn’t be regaining his appetite with a stomach already full of defeat.

Just when he finally thought things were looking up for him, life had to remind him that he wasn’t allowed to be completely happy. Had to have some sort of angst in his life, because apparently his mommy, daddy, background, academic, and financial issues weren’t enough.

He wasn’t allowed to have you, either.

A couple of weeks ago, that would have been fine with him. He hadn’t known you too well. You’d had some classes together over the years, though he only realized you were pretty in English class last year. Caught glimpses of you out of the corner of his eye every now and then, it was no big deal. Then, it was like he opened his eyes or something, because you were suddenly everywhere.

Never center stage, always in the background amongst the crowd but always drawing his attention, like a moth to a flame. His locker was across from yours and a couple of lockers down so he was usually able to overhear your conversations with your friends. He figured loud mouthed, know-it-all Heather Holloway was your best friend since she was more often than not on the other end of those conversations.

You were pretty fucking funny, witty, goofy and cool. He wouldn't have minded actually getting the chance to know you, maybe be friends. You even seemed like the type who would appreciate Hellfire, could offer to show you the ropes and extend an invitation.

He wasn’t ignorant enough to think he was infatuated with you or anything, didn’t even know you. He was just intrigued and he happened to play close attention to details.

It would have been a passing fancy, really, had it not been for Reefer Rick’s party. Eddie had gone under the guise that it was to strengthen his business relationship with the supplier, and not at all because a girl he was interested in would be in attendance.

Of course (because he’s Eddie) she’d gone, alright, and had been all over another guy.

He hadn’t been too hurt by that one, they hadn’t held any meaningful conversations and she seemed pretty flighty.

Then he caught sight of you, one of the many Ghostfaces—the shortest of them all—and when he actually saw you take off the mask, the allure returned. You’d shown up in the background of his life again.

Eddie had watched you (from a safe distance) get progressively more drunk and he was honestly pretty impressed with how much it took to get there. If he wasn’t gonna be getting the girl at the party, maybe he could gain a new acquaintance. With that, he’d approached you. Or rather, you plowed into him.

Heather had apologized for you as they both worked to steady you while you rambled out your own apologies a mile a minute.

“Hey—no harm done.” Eddie held his hands out as if to showcase he was fine. Then he realized his own mask was in the way of his vision and yanked it off, though he had suspected you wouldn’t know who he was.

“Eddie!” You chirped, pointing a gloved finger in his direction like he didn’t know who he was. “I’ve seen you before!”

He raised his eyebrows, bewildered at your admission.

“You have?” He had to lean in closer to make sure you heard him.

“Yeah! We go to school together.”

Eddie barked out a laugh, eyes flittering to Heather as she slowly pulled away from the conversation, leaving just you and Eddie amongst the loud music and compacted bodies.

“I think we go to school with most of the people here, sweetheart.”

“Oh, yeah.” He watched as you glanced around before shrugging.

“But I don’t know a whole lot of them. Like that girl,” You pointed at a girl dressed like Molly Ringwald. “Never seen her in my life.”

“That’s—actually, I don’t know her either,” Eddie squinted as he tried to recall her from somewhere but he’d never seen her before either. “Maybe she doesn’t go to Hawkins.”

“Freaking knew it.”

Eddie laughs again, he knew you’d be funny.

“Are you Michael Myers?” You asked and Eddie smirked.

“No, I’m Eddie Munson.”

You didn’t appreciate the joke, pinching his shoulder through his coveralls.

“Ouch! Yes, okay! I’m Michael,” He rubbed the not-really sore spot, still smirking.

“Hot?”

“Michael? I mean, he’s not really my type, I have no idea what he’s working with under the mask but he’s─”

“No!” Now you were the one laughing and Eddie’s heart kind of ached (in a good) way at the sound. He knew what that meant. “The mask, silly. Is the mask hot?”

“Oh, yeah. Kind of feel like the man in the iron mask with it on.” Precisely why Eddie probably wouldn’t be putting it back on. “What about yours?”

“It’s pretty breathable actually,” Lucky, yours had a mouth space made of mesh, allowing for some pretty easy airflow. “And it keeps my face warm.”

Yeah, but that meant Eddie couldn’t see it and he really, really wanted to. Up close.

“Plus, I feel mysterious.” You said it like it was something devious.

“Yeah? You like that?” Eddie was amused with the entire thing because you actually were mysterious, with and without the costume. To him, at least.

“Yeah, I mean I can be anywhere without actually being anywhere because people would have no clue it’s me, makes sense?”

No, but Eddie knew what you were tipsily implying.

“I get it.”

“Oh,” you bent over, reaching down into your black boot as you pulled out a pocket knife and flicked the blade out. “I have a knife.”

“Oh my god.” Eddie grabbed it from you tucking the blade back in before he returned it, nervously looking around to make sure no one had noticed. “As hot as that is, you can’t just bring a knife to a party.”

“No, you can’t bring a knife to a gunfight.” You giggled, swaying in place.

Eddie rolled his eyes with a fond chuckle, “Damn, you’re still wrong. Don’t bring a gun to a knife fight.”

“Tomatoes, potatoes.”

“Those are also two very different things.” Were you always this adorable?

“It’s for my protection. So if anyone tries anything, I’ll have my knife and I can stab them. Defend myself.” You tucked the pocket knife back into your boot, leaving Eddie curious as to why you didn’t seem to have any pockets under that black gown.

“So what? You just showing off for me?”

Your head bobbed, if Eddie could somehow see through your damn mask, he would’ve been enamored with the shy look on your face.

“Yeah, I mean—you look like you ‘preciate knives.”

“Oh, because I’m scary?” He got that a lot, didn’t mind the reputation at first because it kept people from messing with him but it also kept the good people from interacting with him. Not that he cared or anything.

Because he didn’t.

“No, because you seem really cool. Look it, too. All metal-y. Suits you”

Oh fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You were nice, too. He was done for.

He didn’t know what to say, a ‘thank you’ didn’t sound genuine enough for his liking.

“I think you’re cool, too.”

You laughed again, threw your head back with it and Eddie wanted so badly to tear that mask and hood off your head. Needed to just get a look at you while you smiled.

“You don’t even know who I am.” You stated once you’d calmed down.

Eddie pursed his lips. He knew exactly who you were, he was also picking up on some major signs that you didn’t want him to know who you were under that mask, having realized you hadn’t bothered introducing yourself though you apparently felt comfortable enough to address him.

“You want to play a game?” He asked instead, not willing to risk souring your mood.

You gasped, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet, “A game? I like games. What game?”

“It’s called, ‘Move a couple of things around so Rick thinks he’s going insane when he cleans up tomorrow’.”

“That sounds like a fun game. Let’s do it.”

You both proceed to make your way around the house, moving a couple of random objects.

You both hit his bedroom first (what kind of dumbass doesn’t lock it?), finding it thankfully unoccupied. It was shitty and small, but you both transferred everything to opposite sides, literally flipping the room. It took some work—Eddie moved the heavier of the objects and the bed was blocking Rick’s bathroom door but you were satisfied so the two of you moved onto the kitchen.

Heather came by to take you home in the middle of your planning for the area, but you insisted on staying with Eddie (he wanted to jump up and down, he was so happy and he’d promised to take care of you, something he’d planned on doing anyway but Heather was pretty fucking scary and had told him she’d hang him up like a scarecrow with his own intestines if anything happened to you).

There wasn’t much you could do with the space or the living room, given the amount of occupants, but you rearranged the inside of the fridge and bottom cabinets while Eddie tackled the drawers and top cabinets, making sure everything was where it wasn’t supposed to be.

After that, you headed outside. Then immediately went back inside when you realized how creepy the area looked.

The game and the alcohol took its toll on you and soon enough Eddie was watching over you as you curled up on the couch. He hadn’t immediately realized you fell asleep due to that goddamn mask, once he had, he’d kept everyone away from the couch. Didn’t even sleep. He only left you once to get some water and that had been when you chose to wake up.

You’d sobered up, so he figured he could try his luck and you’d all but ran out of there when he started flirting with you.

It stung but Eddie wasn’t ready to just give up yet. No, he couldn’t just lick his wounds and go home, he had to watch your every move the entire week after, look for dumb reasons to be in the same place as you (why the fuck did you hang out on the bleachers outside so much? It was fucking freezing) and trail after you like some pathetic dog.

And you didn’t even throw him a bone. He’d seen you leave the cafeteria, sans Heather for once and tripped over himself in his haste to get to you.

Then you had to be completely wonderful, had offered to share your own weed with him and validated his feelings after constantly being used because he was stupid enough to trust girls who so much as smiled in his direction.

He’d been stupid and hopeful enough to try his luck again and driven you away.

The mean girls didn’t want him, the nice girl didn’t want him, maybe he really was just destined to be on his own.

He had moved his wallowing to the bench in the woods behind the school (still had to work, regardless of how depressed he was) when Heather appeared, aggressively clearing her throat to announce her presence.

Eddie dropped his hand from his chin to deadpan in her direction, “You here to kick my ass?”

“No, I’m not here to kick your ass. I’m here to help you, Munson. She’ll kick my ass for telling you this, but I can see it’s different with you. It could be, so, listen up and listen good. Do you know Duncan Carson?”

—

You were getting ready for bed, having scrubbed your face clean of makeup and slipped into your pajamas (consisting of your christmas onesie from last year, a family tradition, since it was pretty chilly and your mom liked to freeze the entire house) when the sound of something hitting your bedroom window made you jump. You assumed some dumbass bird barreled into again until it happened once more. As you got up from your bed, slowly approaching the window, you could see a small object hit the glass. A pebble.

What the hell?You yanked the window open, barely managing to dodge the next pebble thrown at it. It knocked a glass on your dresser over instead.

“Oh, shit! My bad–did I hit you?” You leaned out the window pane to see Eddie standing outside, in your yard. He gave you a timid grin, quickly tossing the pebbles he collected out of his grasp.

“Eddie, what the hell are you doing here? How do you even know where I live–are you stalking me?” You didn’t bother answering his initial question.

He glared up at you, arms crossing at your implication. “No, I’m not stalking you! Can you please come down? I-I can’t climb up there. I tried.” It was only then that you noticed your neighbor's rose bush, which extended just below the low roof of your garage, had been trampled. “What do you want?”

Eddie groaned, “I’ll tell you when you come down here!” “That sounds like something a stalker would say to lure me out of my house.” “Oh my god, look–you’re really cute but I’m gonna need you to stop being a jerk and come talk to me. Please?” Your mouth dropped open and you knew you were doing exactly what he wanted when you yanked on your shoes and stormed out of your room (quietly tiptoeing down the stairs to not alert your parents). “What are you doing here and how did you know where I live?” You demanded the moment the front door closed behind you. Eddie had moved to stand directly on your porch so you had to usher him back a little to create some space between the two of you. “Heather gave me your address,” He rushed out, wanting to focus on why he actually came. “Why can’t we be together?” Heather? Heather?! You were going to kill her. Ring her little neck. “Just because she gave you my address doesn’t mean you show up in the middle of the night─”

“It’s 7:30, cute jammies, by the way.”

“—and demand I come speak to you! I already told you, I can’t give you what you want. You’re better off.”

“What about you?”

“What?”

“I said,” Eddie stepped closer, forcing you to take a step back, “what about you?”

You stuttered to find words, mouth open and closing as you started your sentence but were too dumbfounded by his question.

“Don’t you deserve better?” Eddie prompted, his voice gentle and gaze unwavering. “You do. You deserve better. Better than Duncan The Asshole Carson.”

Your eyes squeezed shut at the mention of your ex-something, trying to force the memories away.

Fucking Heather.

Of course she didn't just give Eddie your address. She’d told him all about Duncan. A football player in your graduating class that had befriended you last spring. Unlike most of his teammates, he wasn’t a complete dick. He was funny, charming, sweet and things turned romantic. He’d hold your hand, kiss you, take you on dates and he’d even attended your powderpuff game toward the end of the school year. Life was bliss.

Until he asked you if you thought Heather would be interested in him. Your best fucking friend.

You’d been horrified and outraged that he’d even ask you that and he quickly got upset with you, arguing that the two of you hadn’t been in a relationship. You were just having fun.

He hadn’t been interested in you, not genuinely. He’d been interested in the attention you gave him. All those months, all those moments. All fake and tainted. He’d used you to feel important, better about himself. And when he finally felt he was big enough, he’d dropped you. Let you fall.

You’d slapped the ego right out of him and ran off to some field outside of Hawkins. The dolt was stupid enough to try and approach Heather the same night. She’d also slapped the crap out of him and drove around town until she found you, crying your heart out in the middle of nowhere. Initially, she’d feared you’d be mad at her but you reassured her she wasn’t to blame. You were, for being stupid enough to fall in love. Heather tried to comfort you and convince you otherwise but you wouldn’t hear it.

You spent the entire summer broken and you thought you’d healed since, having promised to not put yourself in a situation where you could get hurt like that again, but here you were, the cracks in your heart still very much so apparent.

“I’ll be fine on my own.” You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his eyes even though you could see through the tears lining your own. You wouldn’t back down. Couldn’t. Not again.

“Goodnight,” You turned to go back into your house when Eddie darted forward, grasping your wrist to keep you from leaving.

You glanced down at his hand then back up at him, sucking in a breath at the desperate glint in his eyes, brows pinched together in despair.

“The thing is, I can’t.” Eddie bit his lip, and you noticed the shine over his own eyes. “I can’t let you go. I could do it with the others, with Lana. I knew not to chase after them when they left. But I know I’ll regret it if I don’t chase you.

“You deserve someone who makes you feel special, someone who’d run across the school to get to your classes in time to walk you to the next, someone who will hold your hand and your backpack. Someone who wants to kiss you really, really badly. Like all the time. A-And hold you. Someone who wishes they’d talked to you a long time ago, could’ve kept a lot of heartache from happening. Someone who will help you rearrange another person’s house to prank them whenever you want. You said I deserve better than you but you’re wrong. You’re exactly what I deserve and I want to be what you deserve. I want to do it all, and only with you.”

“God, Eddie,” you wiped at the tears escaping your eyes with a sniffle, “Can you just stop? Stop saying nice things!”

“No. Never.” He used his hold on you to pull you closer and you didn’t fight him, didn’t push him away when his hands slipped to rest on your sides.

“What if this doesn’t work out? What if we get hurt?” You asked as Eddie leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’m not stalker-ish enough to say I love you just yet, but I’m pretty sure I’m starting to, which means I’m probably gonna be the one that gets hurt. I’m willing to risk it if it means I get to have you, for even a little bit.”

You barely had to angle your head to kiss him. Eddie moved a hand to the side of your neck as his lips moved softly against yours, rings cool against your skin. He pulled away, just to get a glimpse of your reaction. When he saw no hesitancy, no traces of doubt in your eyes he leaned in for another taste, mouth pressing eagerly against yours. Your tongue licked at the seam of his lips and they parted for you, tongues finally meeting.

Eddie pulled you flush up against him as you made out under the hazy glow of your porch light. The butterflies in your stomach had been revived, every single one of them was a flutter and all you could feel was bliss as the cracks in your heart faded away.

Eddie pulled away again, panting out, “I just gotta make sure, does this mean you’re my girlfriend? Do you want me to ask? I can—fuck, no, you deserve to be asked.”

Then he got down on one knee and you covered your eyes, grinning despite the slight embarrassment coursing through you. It was a good kind of embarrassing. The best.

“Will you be my girlfriend? Like exclusively, as in you can only do this mushy shit with me.”

“You’re so romantic,” you laughed out, still sniffling, “yes, I would love to be your girlfriend.”

Eddie cheered, leaping back to his feet. His arms wrapped around your waist as he hoisted you into the air and spun you around. You clung to him, squealing in surprise. Your shared laughter echoed down the street before it was once more silent as you kissed him.

The next day when you pulled into the school parking lot, Eddie was waiting for you, leaning up against his van.

He practically bounded over to you, pulling your lavender backpack out of your grasp, before you could stop him he’d slipped his arm through the strap and slung it onto his back, the other hand outstretched to you.

“Ready?”

You slipped your hand into his and used it to yank him closer to you. He made a sound of surprise but smirked when you pulled him down for a hungry kiss in the crowded parking lot.

It definitely caught some attention, you both smiled against each other’s lips when you heard Heather whoop in the background.

“YEAH, GET IT! GO MUNSON!”

Eddie laughed when you pulled away, giving Heather a thumbs up before he intertwined your fingers and led you into the school, flipping off a stupefied Duncan Carson on the way and you gave Lana a look as you passed her locker, happy she’d fucked up with Eddie so he was yours for the taking. You planned on keeping him.

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Hot n' Cold

Summary: Reader is in the hospital sick af and eddie boy is sobbing internally bc he's dramatic

Warnings: mild angst bc it's edward / not proof read

"How're you feeling?"

Edward kept his voice low and smooth, careful not to startle you with any sudden noise since you've been sleeping on and off for most of the day.

You sigh at his concern. This pulls a frustrated expression from his pale face. "Y/N, you've got to understand your safety is everything to me. You need to tell me how you feel because I have no way of knowing. It's very.. irritating."

"I'm fine, Edward. I promise.. I'd feel even better if—"

"If what? Tell me. I'll do anything to help you feel healthy like before." Edward's soft yet deep gaze forced your stomach to swirl and twist with butterflies. You rely on touch to communicate what you want by grabbing his sleeved arm and tugging gently. You want him closer, close enough to feel his ice cold temperature. He only hesitates for a second before giving in. Within a minute you've got him seated next to you. He's the puppet, you're the master with the strings. Anyone could make this assumption.

"You're burning up, Y/N." Another agonizing sigh leaves his lips. You're tempted to lecture him about these common and overly sensitive reactions but you know he'd never let you win a conversation like that. How he sees himself as the worst safety hazard for you will unfortunately never change.

You don't feel the need to speak again. All you give in response is a lazy nod and closing your eyes with the intention of falling back asleep. Maybe the fever will break with the help of his touch.

You're awakened again by the annoying beeping of machines. Nurses knocking on the door. Loud chatter in the halls. The lack of his presence. For some reason you always wake up if he leaves. Part of you feels more and more empty as the seconds go by without him. Thankfully, only five minutes later, he comes back with a small collection of snacks and drinks specifically for you. He remembers all your favorites and least favourites— Edward, still to this day, cringes at the memory of him giving you a snack you hated since childhood. "I've brought you some fresh water and fruit snacks. Do you want to try eating again?" His voice beautiful as always, it never fails to make your heart skip a beat. He notices. Every single time.

Edward was a better nurse than the real ones. Extremely protective and ridiculously good at reading your body language to pin point specific symptoms and how to help them fade faster. The mixture of his ice cold skin with your feverish temps didn't go unnoticed. Edward selfishly enjoyed your natural heat while biting back every smile whenever you tried moving closer to cool off. Your comfort never improved because of the medication or fluids through IV. It came from him— the simple fact that he was there beside you. And you're positive that if he were able to read your mind, he'd probably have a higher chance of believing you genuinely think good of him.

#edward cullen fluff #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen/reader #twilight x reader

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ghostsmybeloved · 2 years

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Always and Forever

Aether x Reader

Summary: Aether couldn't help, but fall in love with your human ways. Yet, he was a Ghoul and you were just a human.

TW: mc death, grief and then comfort!

Word count: 1.2K

You come to Aether in his deepest sleep, smiling at him like you always used to. Most nights that you appear, he can only claw his way to you, so desperate to hold you again. Some nights you speak to him, those nights are the ones Aether can touch you again. Your voice changes each time he hears it, and he knows it's because he's forgetting the true sweetness of it.

The Ghoul remembers how you made him feel with each smile, each laugh, each kiss, but the view is slowly rusting away with time. Your face is more and more blurred as he looks back on you. Did you have black hair? Or was it blond? Were your eyes green or blue?

A part of him hates himself for losing memories of you, like grasping onto straw as he tried to hold you tightly. The other part silently begs Lucifer to return you to him, even if he has to return to Hell to see you again. Aether knew the risk of loving a human, but something about you just couldn't keep the Ghoul away.

Closing his eyes, Aether felt himself drift till he opened his eyes again and found himself in a familiar room. It was your shared room, one that the Ghoul still has ownership over, but can't bring himself to ruin the last thing of your existence.

He sees you laying on the bed, wearing his shirt and comfortable pants. You held a book in your hands, one that Aether knows he should recognize, but the binding holds no name. Hearing your Ghoul lover, you look up at him with a smile, one that makes him melt.

You motioned the Ghoul over, "How was your day, love? You look exhausted."

Aether doesn't have the strength to turn away from your offer, sliding into bed as he lays on your stomach. The Ghoul buries his head into your stomach, knowing he should let you go.

"We finished another tour. The new Papa is getting the handle of things, this was his first tour not as Cardinal. He's doing great," Aether mumbles, his voice muffled by your shirt.

You quickly praise your lover, running your fingers through his hair, "I told you, you're doing great. You always do."

Your praise sends Aether's mind alight, his heart breaking at your words. He should let you rest, instead of torturing himself every night. He loved you, but you no longer walked the mortal world with him. As the Ghoul lifts his head up, he sees the bite mark on your neck. He had marked you the night of your wedding, a Ghoul's way of forever binding their mate to them.

Aether forces himself to look down at your hands, seeing your wedding ring that the Ghoul was extremely excited to get. Slowly, his gaze moves to his own ring, staring at its glow of the fire in the room. It stabs the Ghoul in his heart the longer he stares.

"You're not my Y/N," Aether admits, getting off of you to sit next to you, "I shouldn't be doing this."

You quickly sat up, setting the book on the nightstand as you held your lover's face, rubbing your thumb against his gray cheek. Aether could almost hear you tell him how much you loved his Ghoulish form.

"I love you Aether."

Your words made him freeze, tears threatening to spill down over. Before he could reply, with whatever response he would've come up with, he heard someone call out to him.

"...Aether!"

Hearing his name being called, the Ghoul saw the room start to fade away. He knew it meant that someone was waking him up.

Burying himself in your arms again, Aether quickly speaks, "I have to let you go. I still love you."

"Aether!"

Shooting up, the Ghoul looked around and saw Mountain and Dewdrop surrounding him. Since he couldn't bring himself to sleep in your shared room, he spent many nights in the living room. The fire Ghoul had a shoe in his hand, raised up high like he was going to hit Aether while the earth Ghoul held Dewdrop's wrist in his hand.

"What's happening?" Aether asks, stretching as he looks up at his band mates.

As soon as he asks that, Dewdrop gets an unrecognizable smile on his face as Mountain lets go of his wrist. That led to Dewdrop hitting Aether in the face, making the three stop. Mountain was the first to move, picking up the fire Ghoul like he was some sort of animal.

"One of the Sisters summoned a new Ghoul. Sister Imperator has ordered us down there to welcome them," Mountain quietly explains, stepping out of the room with Dewdrop still in his arms.

Aether sighed, putting his face in his hands. As he threw the blankets off of himself and made his way to the summoning room. He saw many Siblings of Sin hold a newer Sister down, her eyes red as she fought against their grip. In the middle of the summoning room was the summoning circle. The room hadn't been used awhile, since Sunshine's summoning many years ago.

"What happened?" Aether asks one of the Ghouls, all who stood off to the side watching something.

Rain says nothing, pointing at the summoning circle in the middle. It was enveloped with flames, like something was being summoned. A familiar scent found its way to the quintesson Ghoul, almost sending him to his knees. It was so familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Slowly the flames settled, making everyone freeze and watch as someone rose from the ashes. The Sister that summoned the creature broke free and walked over to the person, offering her hand to brush off the soot.

"Welcome back, my child," the Sister's voice was very deep, like Lucifer's voice.

"I'm glad to be back. Thank you, my Lord."

That voice. Aether's knees almost buckled under the weight of himself as he stumbled forward. He knew that voice anywhere. As the Ghoul reached the step to the summoning circle, his legs gave out, but he was quickly caught by the newly summoned creature.

"Y/N," Aether whispers, afraid that this was a dream.

You looked down at him, your smile on your face as he reached up and wiped more of the soot off of your face. Not much about your appearance changed, the only difference was the horns that now stand proud and your gray skin. You still wore your wedding ring, still had your bite mark from the Ghoul.

"I told you, I'm yours always and forever. Regardless of what world we walk, it'll be together."

Aether pulled you into his chest, shoving his head into your hair. He could smell you clearly now, the soot scent hidden behind yours. This closeness gave the Ghoul a chance to scent you too, desperate to make sure everyone knew you were his.

"I'm never letting you go again."

My first story written on this account! I'm excited! (Not excited about Copia probably going to be killed off after the European summer tour :( )

#ghost band x reader #aether ghoul x reader #aether ghoul #the band ghost x reader #ghostsmybeloved works #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader #ghost x reader

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vanillanaps · 2 years

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Puppeteer Heart | Bucky Barnes - Part One

Summary - You gave yourself one rule in college—don’t fall in love with a frat boy and well…

A/n - This is the first thing I’ve written in a while and actually finished it lmaoo if it’s shitty I’m sorry. This will always be part one out of at least four or five so bare with me!

Category - FratBoy!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings - canon banter between Sam and Bucky, shitty writing, fluff, sexual tension if you squint, Bucky doesn’t have his metal arm in this but does have the scarring, tony stark

Word Count - 1.8k

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A heavy pounding shot through your head as you began to wake from your sleep. A soft groan leaving your lips as the memories from last night slowly began to resurface. Your roommates, Wanda and Natasha, convinced you to come out to a frat party with them. The three of you had been in school for at least five months and you hadn’t gone out to any parties with them and they so desperately wanted you to come. Though that particular night didn’t take much convincing. Finals for that semester were done and over with so you decided going to a party would’ve been a nice celebration. And nice it was, but now you were truly regretting it as you woke up in tremendous pain.

“You know it’s usually me making those noises.” A raspy voice said from beside you.

Slowly, you peeked your eyes open and was met with your worst nightmare. The voice belonged to the one and only, James Bucky Barnes. Thee frat boy of your college campus. Every guy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to date him, yet here you were, lying in his bed. If this was any other time, you’d shoot out his bed and make a b-line for the door, but the killer headache wouldn’t allow you to even if you wanted, “God, my head.” You covered your eyes, ignoring his initial statement, “What the hell did you guys put in that punch.”

The bed shuffled from beside you then lifted, letting you know that he had removed himself from the bed. “That’s a secret we’ll never tell.” he spoke, snorting at his own joke. You heard a couple cabinets open and close as well as the faucet from his bathroom running before you felt the bed dip once more, “Here.”

You braced yourself as you sat up slowly, leaning back against the headboard, forcing your eyes open as you accepted the two tylenol pills and a glass of water from him, “Thanks.”

Bucky nodded as he watched you take both pills before smirking, “You’re oddly calm after waking up in a stranger's bed after getting wasted last night.”

Passing the glass back to him, he leaned over and put it on the nightstand as you rested your head against the wooden frame, “You’re hardly a stranger, Bucky. We’ve been going to school together since we were kids.”

He chuckled, “True, but we were never friends.”

“Well for one, you were an asshole and I’m not friends with assholes.”

“Nat is the biggest asshole and she’s your best friend.”

“Nat’s an asshole with a purpose, you were an asshole for no reason.”

He sat quietly for a moment, letting your words sink in before he nodded in agreement, “Okay, that’s fair. I’ve grown up though.”

You hummed, not really sure if you believe it but as he said, the two of you were never friends, still aren’t so you didn’t have a right to judge him anymore. For the first time that morning, you actually glanced down at yourself, thankful that you still had your own clothes on, “Did I do anything embarrassing last night?”

“Like take your top off and dance on top of our counters?” Bucky said as your eyes widened. You almost believed him before he let out a deep laugh, “I’m joking.”

“See! Asshole!” You smacked his arm, letting your heart pull itself out of your stomach.

“You drank a little too much, danced a little and then i found you asleep in one of our bathrooms so I brought you in here.” He stated with a shrug, “And no, we didn’t do anything. I would never.”

For some reason, him saying that made you sad. Not because you weren’t thankful that he or anyone else had taken advantage of you, but it made it seem like someone had once before accused him of it, “I wasn’t going to ask that, but thank you.”

Bucky nodded, clearing his throat as he stood up from the spot on his bed, “Nat’s been calling you all morning by the way.”

“What?!” You shot up, scanning the room for your phone, spotting it on the nightstand and dove for it. You had 5 missed calls from Wanda and over 10 from Natasha, along with a few voicemails, “Shit.” Clicking on the most recent one, letting it play on speaker.

I swear to fucking god, Y/N, you better be dead. IT’S TEN A.M. ANSWER YOUR GODDAMN PHONE!

“I have to go!” You shot up out of bed, deeply regretting it as another ache shot through your head.

Bucky smirked, “What is she, your mom?”

“She might as well be.” You mumbled as you went around Bucky’s room, gathering your shoes, jacket and purse. You stopped in your tracks as you came face to face with Bucky, well actually face to chest. He was in the middle of changing his shirt when you saw it. The deep scarring that was an angry red around his left shoulder that looked like it wrapped around to his back. He had a bad motorcycle accident in highschool that almost cost him his life and arm that left him with nothing but a whole lot of trauma. He had disappeared from highschool for the last year and had only seen him again during your college orientation.

But his scarring didn’t take away from the fact that the man was built like a greek god. He was a 3-Sport athlete and had the body to prove it. The six pack was surrounded by large pecs and built biceps all complimented by his tanned skin. There was no denying that Bucky Barnes was sex on legs.

“Like what you see?” He smirked, slowly approaching you.

And just as quickly as the lust came in, it went out the window, “As if.”

He chuckled, finally pulling the new shirt over him, “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

You nodded, slipping on your shoes then jacket and followed him out of the room. Your stomach started turning at the thought of anyone seeing you leave a guys room. Especially Bucky’s room. You’d never hear the end of it from anyone ever again, “Is there anyone down here?”

Bucky shrugged as he led you down the stairs, “I don’t think so.”

Just when the two of you reached the bottom of the steps and turned the corner, there stood the entirety of Bucky’s frat brothers, Steve, Sam, Tony and Thor, at the front door moving trash out of the house. The four other largely built men stopped in their tracks and turned towards you.

“Mornin’ Buck–and Y/n?” Steve said questionably.

You internally groaned. You weren’t planning on telling Nat’s whose bed you actually spent the night in, but now that her boyfriend knows, he’d definitely tell her by the time you’d get back to your door, “Hey Steve.”

“Um, Nat and Wanda have been looking for you. Didn’t know you were here though.”

“Yeah and with Bucky of all people.” Sam jumped in.

“What? Mad she didn’t sleep in your bed?” Bucky shot back at Sam before placing his hand on your lower back and ushering you past the men and towards the door. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I can walk.” You stated, rather offendly at his previous, “What you said to Sam wasn’t necessary and it was rude.”

“I didn’t mean it that way!” He called out as you continued to walk without even giving him another glance, “Fuck.”

He glared at Sam as he re-entered the home, who was wearing a smug look on his face as he clearly heard what happened, “Awe, did poor Buck-a-roo get rejected?”

“Shut up, she didn’t reject me. I don’t get rejected.” Bucky rolled his eyes, making his way into the kitchen where the other guys stood.

Tony hummed with a mischievous look in his eyes, “Oh, really?

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“Bucky fucking Barnes?! What happened to your no frat boys rule?!” Nat yelled as she followed you around through your campus apartment.

“Jesus Nat, I didn’t actually sleep with him! He found me asleep in their bathrooms and moved me to his bed, that’s it!” You loved Nat, you truly did. You were thankful that you even had a friend in your life that cared as much about you as she did, but god did she take the mom role in the friend group too seriously sometimes, “I am fine Nat. Nothing happened.”

“I know, I know. I just feel bad. You didn’t come home last night and I didn’t look good enough for you and then when I woke up this morning, you still weren’t here.” She sighed, “That asshole could’ve at least told someone.

“You were probably just as drunk as I was, it’s fine.” You smiled softly at her, “Now bring it in.”

Her mood immediately changed, “No, uh-uh.”

“Yes! It’s not fair that only Steve gets your love!”

She smirked, “Well Steve is the only one giving me five-star d–”

Shaking your head, you put down your arms in defeat, “Please do not ruin my image of innocent Steve Rogers.” Nat laughed with a shrug as she finally left you alone to shower. A nice long shower that ridded the rest of your headache and scrubbed whatever leftover sins that had transferred to you from laying in Bucky’s bed.

Your mind drifted back to this morning. The way that Bucky spoke softly with you and joked with you in a way that you had never experienced before with any man. You were especially shocked that such softness would come from the Frat boy that was known to mess around with girls and never look back at them again. What made you different? What made you stand out? Or did you just let the stereotypes of frats cloud your judgment on the type of guy he was. Steve Rogers was one of the nicest guys you had ever met. He’s in a frat and has been friends with Bucky since forever. What if he wasn’t the big asshole you thought he was?

Pushing the thoughts away, you finished your shower and got out. Planning on what to wear today and what last minute plans you could come up with to spend time with your roommates before everyone went home for break.

“Hey Nat, where’s Wanda?” You called out, picking up your phone as you noticed a message from an unknown number.

“She went to brunch with Vision after she found out you were with Bucky.”

“Figures.” You mumbled to yourself with a smile. Wanda and Vision had been attached at the hip since they met during freshman year of college. They were cute and in love. Tapping around on your screen, you open the message thread with the unknown number.

212-555-xxxx

Since I lent you my bed last night, I think it’s only fair you thank me with lunch. Meet me in the cafe at 1?

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. Lunch wouldn’t hurt…right?

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes au #marvel fic #college!bucky x reader #college!bucky #fuckboy!bucky #fratboy!bucky #bucky barnes x female reader

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hearts4golbach · 8 months

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Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader)

part 1

"you are the light I've been searching for forever."

at 4:11 a.m., I sat on my bed. the warm, early summer breeze blew in through my window. I had a dollar bill rolled up in one hand and a bag of pills in the other. I dumped one out, placing it gently onto my old math book. I crushed it up, being as quiet as possible not to wake up my parents. I formed the line with my id and snorted it with one quick motion. I tilted my head back and placed my finger over my nostril, sniffing the excess up. it felt like i had just got flipped upside down to give my brain a refresh. I felt the drugs start to kick in. I put the back back in the little rip in my pillow and took out my flip phone to text Larry and Sal.

"yoooooooooooo." I sent the group chat, I felt my body relax as it usually does after a long day and some coke. I knew I was an addict. but I was holding on by a string. Having a boyfriend that hits you constantly and forces you to fuck and having parents that are constantly fighting and should've broken up ages ago dont mix well.

6 months ago, my friend brought a small packet of coccaine to school, and it flipped my life upside down. I was addicted and ended up buying and selling my own. I was a goody two shoes, always had good grades, and would have a panic attack over a C or a B. but that completely changed.

My other friends boyfriend got my number and started hitting on me. he would tell me he only wanted me and not my friend. I gave in and helped him cheat on her. we met every day at the science hall to make out. he broke up with her, and we started dating a month later. he always begged to have sex with me, even after me telling him I wasn't ready. the first time I went over to his house for dinner, he raped me in his bed. and he hasn't stopped since. I've tried to break up with him multiple times, but he said he'd kill himself so I just gave up. I gave up trying to stop him. he began hitting me after the first time I tried to break up with him. there hasn't been a day since when I didn't have any bruises on my arms, legs, or torso.

"y r u up?" Larry texted back.

"the usual reason" I rolled onto my stomach. "u?"

"set my alarm wayyy to early 2day."

"damn. meet @ the treehouse?"

"omw"

"me 2?" sal finally responded.

"of course sally" I replied.

I slipped my converse on slipped out the door. me and sal met at the elevator. he lived in 402 while I lived in 404. we spent most of our free time together. sometimes with Larry, but you two also hung out alone. you guys found it comforting sitting on the roof of the apartments talking about the past and the future. Sal was your childhood best friend, until you had to move to new jersey and leave him behind. but your luck shone like a star the second you found out Sal was moving in right down the hall from you. your reunion was amazing, like rereading your favorite book and noticing all of the smaller details or like going on an intense roller coaster. I love him with all of my heart, and I knew he did too. he expressed it very frequently. Sal knew everything about my life down to the smallest details. yes, he knew about my boyfriend. and yes, he knew about my addiction. he knew more than anyone has ever known, and he just moved back 3 days ago. you two stayed in contact after you moved, going from writing letters once a week to staying up all night texting eachother. Sal was unlike any person you had ever known, and you loved him for that. I thought back to one of my favorite memories with him.

flashback:

I pushed sally on the swing while his dad and my mom spoke.

"I think sal likes her." Henry smiled. "ever since they met, she's all he talks about."

my mom giggled. "Y/n aswell." she nudged Henry. "soulmates?" she asked.

"sure seems like it. she helped sal a lot, you know, meeting her when they were sharing a hospital room is no coincidence."

"nothings a coincidence." mom grinned. "when sal was put into the room, the first thing she said was 'poor boy, mommy! he can't die, his hair is too cool.' y/n cared so much about everyone else she didn't realize how close she was to death, too."

"do you remember them playing cards in the middle of the floor?"

mom pulled a Polaroid out of her wallet. "I remember every day."

Henry gently rubbed her back.

"Hey, sal?" I asked as he slid the key card for the basement into the slot.

"yeah?" his voice has a slight rasp, as he had just woke up 10 minutes ago.

"do you remember our week together at the hospital?"

"how could I forget?"

"what's your name?" 3 year old me asked the bluenette in the hospital bed across from me.

he gently sat down his juice. "sal, what's yours?" the one eye showing squinted, so I assumed he was smiling.

"Y/n!" I responded cheerfully. I glanced down at my tray. "want my jello? I'm not hungry."

he silently nodded. I brought the jello over and gave it to him. I jumped and sat with him in his bed. "so, sal. I'm bored."

"me too." he exhaled, forcing a small bite through his bandages.

"I have an idea!" I dug through my pocket and pulled out a thing of light pink nail polish. "we can paint eachothers nails!"

"isn't that a girls thing?"

"that doesn't matter, silly!" you scooted closer to him. "do you want yours done first?"

he nodded and gave me his left hand. I gently brushed on the polish. he looked at the bruises and deep cuts on my arms and face. "what happened?" he asked.

"a strange man hit me with his car. he broke my leg too. I had to wobble over here." I giggled. I pointed down at my leg. "why are you here?"

"I got attacked by a doggie. the doggie killed my mommy." tears filled his only visible eye. I finished his pinky nail and pulled the blue boy in for a tight hug.

"yo, Y/n! you must be on some hard-core shit, I can see it on your face!" Larry laughed a little too loud.

"shut the fuck up, lanky bitch." I threw a pebble off the floor at him.

"you're on something?" sal questioned me.

"it was a long day." I giggled lightly, throwing another pebble at Larry after he threw the other one back. I flipped him off and leaned my head back on the bean bag, realizing the sun was just starting to rise.

"Shawn came over today." Larry didn't know he was abusive, all he knew was that he was a massive, super mega piece of shit. Larry and Sal groaned collectively, which made you laugh. "I know, right?"

"why don't you just dump him?" Larry sighed.

sal and I glared at eachother. we both knew it was because he would hurt me or someone else. bad. I shrugged. "I love him." I didn't.

this fanfiction is inspired by Light Shower by Melanie Martinez. I DO NOT OWN THE SONG!

#sal fisher #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #sally face #light shower #melanie martinez #larry johnson #ash campbell #tw drugs #friends to lovers #fanfic #fanfiction

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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Blackberry Stains ~ Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Some things lingered, like blackberry stains.

Note: Just a little one shot to bridge the gap to the next TBITW. Here is my [Masterlist].

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes

Warning: None.

Request: no

Wordcount: 925 words

"Right, that'll be all.", Tommy said, slipping the pen back into his pocket.

There was no snarky remark, no sharp tongued comment, not even a huff. And that alarmed him.

When he looked up, he saw that his sister had pursed her lips, as if sealing them against a possible slip of her tongue, but her eyes spoke volumes. After years of practice, her disapproval mirrored Polly’s to perfection.

As his gaze met hers she looked away with the slightest roll of her head- the same way she had always done when he had caught her out on something.

"Ada?", He asked, his voice dangerously low.

His sister scoffed before meeting his eyes again, clearly weighing her options. Then, finally, she chose to speak, and as soon as the words reached his ears, he wished she hadn’t.

"Do you ever think of (Y/N)?", She asked.

Invincible ropes wrapped themselves around his heart and tightened, the kind that was so thin that they could cut through flesh and seer through bone with ease.

And all because of a single name, one he hadn't spoken, one he hadn't heard in years.

When did he not think of (Y/N)?

If his nightmares or regret kept him from sleep, he would spend hours staring at the empty space in the bed beside him- before the war, she always wanted to sleep on the side closest to the wall. And whenever he would wake up before her, he'd watch her sleep, listening to the faint sounds of her breath and memorising the way her chest rose and fell like waves, washing up on some pale sandy shore.

Sometimes, a small part of him still clung to the idea that this, all this, was a nightmare, and that he'd find her there if he only he managed to wake up and open his eyes. But instead all he could stare at was the faded pink wallpaper, the one she'd sometimes run her fingers over.

There was no mark, no line, and yet Tommy could trace their path as if she had etched her touch into stone the way she had carved it into his memory.

Every time he saw Polly or Ada with a cup of tea in hand, he thought of the way she hated sugar in her tea, and the way her lips pursed when she was forced to drink a sweetened brew, never brave enough to tell them that she preferred it without.

He thought of her when he noticed how Esme, Lizzie or the other girls at the office did their hair or chose their clothes- unlike the way she had done it, or would ever do.

Everytime he passed a bakery, his eyes would linger on those things she preferred, even those he himself didn't. He liked the sweeter things, and the rich, dark chocolates, but (Y/N) always chose those with a bit of sourness, with redcurrants, or even lemon, but that had been a rare treat indeed, Most of all she had loved blackberries.

Tommy hadn't eaten a single one, not since she left, because their sour-sweet taste seemed nothing but bitter to him in the absence of the sweetness of her lips. He thought of her when he ate food she liked and food she hated, by instinct always ordering the meal that would have been her second choice in a restaurant even if no one was there to ask him for a taste.

He thought of her when he walked through the streets of the city, catching himself falling in step with a person that no longer walked beside him.

Thomas Shelby had never truly noticed these things before he had grown to miss them.

All this time, all these years, they had floated by like mist, but in her absence they shone as bright as a lightning strike in the stormy grey world of his own creation, each and every single one a taunting reminder of what he had lost.

No, not lost.

You lost something by accident, suddenly and sharply. And he had not lost her.

He hadn't even let her slip away, standing by and letting her leave.

Instead, every time he turned away, shut her down, disregarded her attempts of affection, he had added another brick to the wall between the two of them until it was too tall for him to see her.

And when he finally gathered his courage and will to break through, she was no longer waiting for him on the other side.

Sometimes, some nights, when his heart felt particularly heavy he would wonder if he truly hadn't noticed all these little things before, or perhaps if he had always known but deemed it not important enough to spare much thought.

And he could not tell which made him feel more ashamed.

It was never easy to think of her, but easiest to think of her at night. Then, he could get into bed and close his eyes and in the darkness he could almost hear her move about the room, folding their clothes, brushing out her hair and braiding it to keep it out of the way while sitting at the foot of the bed and looking out at the sky through the single small window, high above Small Heath.

She had done so countless times, before slipping under the covers with him, bringing all her warmth and all her love with it.

Only the shift of the matrasse and the creak of the bedframe never came, no matter how much he yearned for it.

But he didn't tell Ada that.

Instead he only blinked and turned away. “Why would I think about-”, his breath hitched, “her?”

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 1 year

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A Birthday Date With Mikey

SUMMARY: How Mikey spent his birthday with you ♡ WORD COUNT: 1.4k (phew)

WARNINGS: Toman Mikey (lil 15 year old guy lol), semi-suggestive at times, lots of domestic fluff and kisses, mild angst/panicking near the end because apparently I need my angst in every single thing I write for myself.

A/N: Since it is our favorite Mikey’s birthday today (the wording in that I’m-), I thought I’d write a little something (instead of doing my summer homework lol- school starts in a little over a week, I should be doing it-). But anyways! Hope you enjoy! (Can’t believe the guy is turning 32... Lol.) A/N PART 2: This is probably chaotic and OOC but! I wanted to write a fic for Mikey. So yes <3 Also the ending is a mess but I don’t want to change it soooo- yeah. A/N PART 3: Originally posted here

Mikey let out a soft yawn, rubbing at his eyes a bit as he answered the door. “[Y/N]...?” He mumbled before he wrapped his arms around you, clinging to you happily.

“Hey, Mikey.” You smiled softly as you wrapped a gentle arm around him, rubbing his back. “Sleepy?” You laughed a little as you pulled away slightly to look at his face. “You really need to get more sleep... Maybe you should have the meetings end earlier.”

“No- A gang needs its meetings to be at night.” He huffed softly at you, dark eyes almost begging for you to understand.

You rolled your eyes a little. “Yeah, yeah, I get it, Mikey. Now, c’mon, let’s go to your room.” You were probably the one to have remembered his birthday, Mikey himself didn’t think too much of it.

You hummed softly as you held Mikey’s hand, walking to his room. Well, it was mostly full of Shinichiro’s stuff, but... It was nice. You had been friends with Mikey and knew Shinichiro that way... It was comforting to see that his memory still lived on. You then shook your head slightly to clear those thoughts. Today was for Mikey. Though, the birthday boy seemed more asleep than anything.

“Mikey, love...” You gently poked his cheek. “You need to wake up. I have some stuff planned for today; c’mon.” You sat down on the bed, dragging him down beside you. “Would a kiss wake you up?”

That got his attention. He leaned in to you, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Mhm... Lots of kisses.”

You laughed softly before leaning in, peppering gentle kisses over his face before kissing his lips. “Good enough?”

“One more.” You smiled softly before indulging him.

“Now wake up, c’mon.” You ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it slightly. “I’ll do your hair for you, too, while you try to wake up more.”

He nodded sleepily before just letting you, which you soon finished (it wasn’t the first time you fixed his hair up for him—and probably wouldn’t be the last).

“There. All done. You can change out of your clothes, can’t you?” You raised a brow as you watched him. “‘Cause we’re going somewhere today.”

“Really?” He blinked up at you, almost like a small child before he grinned playfully. “You sure you don’t wanna see me changing?”

You rolled your eyes with a soft laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly. “I would, but I know that if I do that, we’ll never be able to go out. So shush and go change. I’ll wait outside.” And with that, you walked out.

Mikey quickly got himself dressed, wondering what was going on. Now that he thought about it, you had dressed yourself up a bit differently than usual... More pretty. He shrugged to himself before walking out, rubbing the last bits of sleep from his eyes. “[Y/N]-channnn- where are we going?”

You gave him a smile as you grabbed his hand, almost skipping as you walked out. “You don’t remember what today is?”

That made him pause. What was today...? But before he could think of it any more, you started running, forcing him to run after you.

He quickly caught up to you, but you just continued to sprint, soon reaching a cafe—one that you knew he liked. “Here we are,” you panted a bit, but soon caught your breath. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was just as normal; a little run didn’t tire him out.

“Why are we here, though?” He blinked slightly at you.

“Well, if I told you everything, that would ruin the fun.” You blinked back at him before a teasing look flashed in your eyes. “And that would make things boring.” You shrugged slightly before walking inside, grabbing his hand as you did so.

You hummed softly as you ordered two parfaits, a happy smile on your face. Your boyfriend was just confused, but happy to see you happy—and that you had remembered him saying that he loved parfaits here. Last time he went, the cup had been filled completely. And also? It didn’t cost too much, either.

As you got the two parfaits, you nudged him toward a booth. “Go sit.” You followed after him as he sat down, placing the parfait in front of him before sitting down in front of him.

You watched fondly as he started eating, a content smile on your face as he let out soft exclamations of happiness. It was cute, after all.

After you both had finished eating, you brushed a finger over his nose, getting a bit of cream. “...Anyways. I just wanted to give you something, since it is your birthday, and all.” A faint smile flickered over your lips as you watched his eyes widen.

“It’s my birthday??”

“Yes, you dumb child,” you laughed softly, poking his cheek. “It’s your birthday. Do you think I would do all this without reason?”

“...Yes. You would.”

“I’m not like you, love.” You shook your head in amusement, before letting out a soft sigh. “I just, wanted to give you this.” You pulled a small box from your pocket, before giving it to him. “I dunno... I just thought we should match.”

Inside the box, there was a small silver bracelet, with both of your initials surrounded by a heart. You watched his reaction, uncertain—was this too much?

Before your thoughts could spiral down, he looked at you with a soft, almost uncertain smile. “I... I love it...” He whispered, glancing down at the bracelet again before sliding it on. He marveled at it. “Must’ve cost a lot...”

“Mhm... But, but, that doesn’t matter as long as you’re happy.” You smiled a little at him, searching his gaze; was he really happy, or trying to placate you?

“I love it. [Y/N], don’t you dare try to think otherwise.” He let out a soft huff before getting up, walking to your side and sitting next to you, giving you a small kiss.

Your eyes softened as you nodded. “Mkay...”

“Now, put yours on.” He let out a soft grumble as he waited.

“Okay, okay.” You laughed softly as you grabbed yours, putting it on your wrist. “There, happy?”

He nodded slightly before grabbing your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your bracelet before moving to the palm of your hand, licking it a tiny bit—just enough to make you squeal. A playful glint was in his eyes as you pulled your hand away.

“Mikey- Ew!” You laughed again, shaking your head. “Don’t do that-”

“We’ve done worse-”

“No we haven’t, stop trying to act like we did something.” You let out a soft huff, shaking your head a little. “And anyways, if we keep on being this loud, we’ll get kicked out.��

“Whatever.”

“Oh hush.” You rolled your eyes a little before leaning in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Anyways. Happy birthday, Mikey.”

“Mm... Thank you.” He paused for a moment. “..Would you laugh at me if I said that I almost said ‘happy birthday to you too’ to you?”

You let out a soft snort. “Mikey, I-”

“You’re laughing-”

“No I’m not-”

“You are-”

And with that, chaos ensued and you were yelled at/almost kicked out. Though, you had a fun time, and that’s what counts, right?

BONUS:

Hina and Emma were watching over the two of you with a happy smile.

“See, I told [Y/N]-chan that they’d be okay.” Emma shook her head slightly. “Mikey’s head-over-heels in love. They could literally punch him and they’d be fine.”

Hina winced slightly as the memory of her slapping Mikey came up. “Well... I mean, he wouldn’t hurt his friends, and [Y/N]-chan is also a friend...?”

“True, true, but [Y/N]-chan is special. Like, anything is okay.” Emma let out a soft laugh. “C’mon, I got some good pictures... Let’s give them to the guys, yeah?” Her eyes glimmered mischievously.

“Emma-chan, I don’t think that that’s-”

“It’ll be fine, Hina-chan! He won’t do anything, don’t worry.” Emma smiled happily before getting up, grabbing Hina’s hand and skipping away. Thankfully, Mikey didn’t see them go... Though he definitely was confused when people started complimenting his partner that they were “really going for it” and that they “were a good partner for him.” Like- where did that come from? (Someone (probably Mitsuya, Takemichi, or Draken) eventually showed him the pictures of you two... That did not end well-)

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youreallyshouldtalkmore · 1 year

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Baby, It’s Cold Inside

A.N: I’m so excited for Lantern Rite this year!! This will be my 2nd time, last year was so much fun!! I want to see all my Liyue fam again!! I’m happy to see it looks like Xiao will have some time! (Here’s hoping for some more Zhongli content too!!)

Happy Lantern Rite!!! I hope everyone has a lot of fun this year!!

This is a Xiao x Reader.

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For once, it was a quiet night in Liyue as the moon shone down on Wangshu Inn. The adeptus Xiao sat, feet dangling over the railing, as his eyes took in nothing and everything at the same time.

Which was why, it startled him to suddenly hear your scream. Most people would have been startled into falling off the roof, but not Xiao. Thousands of years had honed his nerves, that he disappeared in a puff of smoke and reappeared in your room, polearm in hand, amber eyes trailing your room, looking for the threat.

All he saw was you thrashing around in bed, sheets tangling your legs, as if you were in a fierce battle only you could see. While a part of him, realizing you were having a nightmare, hesitated a split second, the other part rushed forward, polearm disappearing. His hands hovered once, before he reached out to touch you. His hands became a bit firmer when you didn’t notice his lightest of touches.

You sobbed, twitching your head this way and that. He tried his hardest to be a gentle as he could as he shook you, not wanting tot hurt you, nor for his karma to choose that moment to poison you.

But still you did not waken.

You were the only one that ever wreaked havoc on his nerves in the years that he has served as an adeptus.

This was one of those times.

Maybe he should get Verr Goldet?

He shook away that thought. Who knows what would happen in the time it took to get her? As it was, you were close to falling out of bed. So he braced himself and shook harder.

“Y/N. Y/N, wake up! It’s just a dream. What you see isn’t real…” He hoped his raspy voice was somewhat soothing.

This wasn’t the first time that you had nightmares, but this was the first time it seemed so all encompassing. Usually he would have been able to wake you by now. Was it the memories of your life in your previous world that held such a sway over you at this moment?

Xiao had an inkling of what could be troubling your dreams tonight. He had heard you talk about the world you had come from.

How cold and desolate it had become. He could hardly imagine the world you described. Nature barely existed, tall buildings towered into the sky. Even lights that never died.

“We killed our Mother long ago. I’ve heard from history books how the world used to be when Nature reigned supreme and before Technology took over”, you said once, “I was fascinated by such a concept. A world where one did not need a mask to breathe out in the open. Technology had come to dominate every aspect of life.”

Were you trapped back in that world once again? A place that Xiao could not reach? A place he would not be able to hear you if you called his name? Were you calling for him? You were here in Teyvat now with him, and he would not willingly give you up. Xiao didn’t know if it was selfishness, that it seemed that you and you alone, had cultivated that made him dared to think such a thing.

So he braced himself and spoke firmly with a small snap, “Y/N! Wake up! Y/N!!”

The yaksha didn’t know if it was his voice or what, but your eyes suddenly snapped open. Xiao knew you might have still been in the throes of the tail end of your nightmare, but still his traitorous heart felt a stab when you suddenly shrunk back from him. He immediately retracted his hands and stood straight, looking down at you.

That may not have been the best idea, as your wide, glassy eyes gazed up at him, like a helpless baby boar.

Xiao tried his best to gentle his face, forcing an awkward smile pulling at his lips.

He hoped it didn’t look like sneer.

An eternity of silence seemed to reign, only broken by your harsh breathing. Then suddenly, as if snapping back, to reality, you blinked and looked around.

Then your gaze returned to him, “Xiao?”

Xiao dropped the pretense of the awkward smile and folded his arms, “Are you back with us? What did you dream this time?”

To any other it would have sounded cold and callous, but you have been with Xiao long enough to know that was not true.

But he watched your eyes go far away, deep within yourself. A small sliver of panic overtook him that he reached out and barely with the pad of his finger brought your eyes to focus on him.

You breathed, looking into his amber eyes. His eyes that were a light in your darkness.

If you could call him.

If he could hear you.

“Xiao?”

“I’m here.”

But in your nightmares, in the memories of your world, Xiao did not exist. No matter how many times you called, he would not answer.

He could not answer.

Because, he could not hear you in that world.

“Xiao?”

“Hm?”

Your eyes searched his. He could hear you and respond at this moment, because both of you existed in Teyvat.

But would you wake up one day, to find all this a dream?

Would you wake up with memories of Xiao and Teyvat in that world, call for him, knowing he would not answer?

Xiao could feel your breath quickening, as tears began to wet your eyelashes, “Y/N...I’m here. Breathe....”

But you found it hard to breathe as you suddenly felt constricted. You struggled to stumble out of bed, your breath quickening.

The walls, were moving, right? They were coming to drag you back to that world.

No, you didn’t want to go!

You almost tripped on the sheets if not for Xiao reaching out and steadying you.

“I…I want to go outside. I need….”

“Be careful…” Xiao growled, his quick reflexes were the only thing allowing him to keep up with you.

But even your legs were unsteady, so Xiao picked you up bridle style. Before you knew it, he quickly exited out the balcony and sailed through the sky easily. You held your arms around him, eyes taking in the sights.

He dropped gently before the river next to the rock. He was grateful that the fisherman had retired and no one was around.

But who would be around in the dead of night?

You sunk to the ground when he let you down, and he sat next to you. Both of you gazed at the river, the moon reflected onto the water, nothing short of mesmerizing.

“It’s so beautiful….” you murmured.

Xiao glanced at you out the corner of his eyes. At least you seemed to be calming now. The scene of nature always seemed to calm you. He found your joy at it endearing. Even after all this time, a small flower could light up your face. With you, he found a newness to the world around him. There had been times when he had been out, after defeating the demons, he would pick up random things just to bring back to you. You had kept everything, even buying a box to keep the things he brought.

Or at least until they died, like flowers or leaves, would expire.

He would never admit that his heart warmed that you found the things he brought home, worthy enough to cherish keeping.

Just as you found himself to be worthy of keeping around. He, who had bad karma bleeding from the seems, would be cherished by someone like you.

There were times you were out for weeks, making him miss you enough to pop into your room and rummage through the box. For some reason, it gave some peace to his heart.

But then, to Xiao’s alarm, tears started welling in your eyes, making him freeze.

“How…how could I ever give this up?” you murmured more to yourself than to him.

You curled into yourself, hugging yourself, “After being here I don’t think I’d survive if I go back to my world. I know I wouldn’t. It’s far too cold there.”

Even now, two years of being in Teyvat, you still harbored a fear of one day being snatched back to that world. If Xiao was honest with himself, he harbored that fear as well. But it was just one more pain on the long list. He could bear that one too.

His fingers flexed, feeling a need, a desire to touch you at that moment. But as usual, Xiao ignored it as he spoke, “You won’t ever return to that world. That is in the past.”

Tears glittered your eyes when you looked up at him, “Do you know that? Can you swear?”

Xiao was silent.

He was not one for empty promises.

Life could be cruel sometimes.

But he hated the way you looked away from him and murmured, “My point exactly.”

Xiao strong voice cut through, “I can swear that if you are ever taken to back there, I wouldn’t rest until I found a way to bring you back.”

Your eyes widen a fraction before lowering. Xiao noticed your long lashes as they fanned your cheek, as a small quirk pecked your lips.

A nasty side of you, echoed in your head that he couldn’t swear that either. He might try, but if you were truly snatched away, he may not do anything about it. Still, his words calmed you.

That a mighty adeptus as himself would even try was enough for you.

Then you turned a little towards him, suddenly shy, “Can–can you hold me?”

To anyone else, Xiao’s brief moment of inaction would have been interpreted as a negative. However, you knew better. No matter how many times you would request such a thing, it still stunned him, sending him in awe.

That of everyone you’d ask such a thing, it would be him.

Wordless, he uncrossed his arms, allowing you to lean into him. He wrapped his arms around you, at first loosely.

“Tighter…” you murmured. He could feel your soft breath onto his neck as your head leaned onto his shoulder.

Xiao was always afraid of hurting you. But at your request he readjusted, holding you a little firmer. He felt you wiggle once before, letting out a sigh, your body untensing.

Silence reigned until finally he could hear your breath even out just as the sky began to lighten.

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chromes-corner · 2 years

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Ok. I’m thinking that self aware trope where reader gets teleported into the game cause of plot reasons, and the cookies are all ecstatic cause they revere reader and see them as a sort of god. Just that concept with lilac headcanons and rv headcanons cause they’re my two favorites. Tysm! Have fun with self aware!

IM FUCKING BACK TO WRITING LETS GOOOO!!!!!

Self aware is honestly a cute concept lol. Oh to have the little people in my phone worship me…..

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Lilac/Reader & Red Velvet/Reader

Notes: fluff, headcanons

Content warnings: a very brief “gore” (it’s just a mention of reds arm getting chopped when he was a kid) mention

A/N: I really like how people refer to the reader as the Baker in self aware fics so I stole that idea <3

Lilac

Lilac knows he was given a purpose, but what that purpose is, exactly, is unclear to him.

He has a faint memory that’s a bit fuzzy around the edges, but it’s a memory nonetheless. He figures it must be a remnant of another life, left in his “code” (if he really is to buy into the belief that he’s part of a game).

The clearest part of the memory is that he’s a mercenary-turned-bodyguard, but who he’s guarding remains a mystery. He knows it was some figure of royalty — someone very important, — but when he tries to picture the face of his charge, he always draws blanks.

When he hears that the Baker (as others referred to you as) has taken the form of a Cookie inside the game, Lilac reasons that it must be you that he’s to protect.

He starts off subtle, keeping his distance but also watching over you.

He silently dispatches a few wandering dangers before they can get too near to you, all while you remain none the wiser.

Some of the others have taken to the job of “protecting” you as well, but they mostly use it as an excuse to overstay their welcome around you.

As time goes on, and as you get more acquainted with the Cookies, Lilac finds himself drifting closer and closer.

The physical closeness translates to emotional closeness.

Eventually, he allows himself to set down his blades when you’re not in imminent danger.

He learns that you’re so much more than just a fabled figure. You may know him inside and out, but Lilac has yet to get to know you.

He listens to you talk for hours, content with silently sitting in your presence. Perhaps he’ll even allow himself to press his shoulder against yours, or to hold your gaze for just a few seconds longer before letting it flit away…

When you call, he’s there. Sometimes he’s there before you even need to call.

“I will protect you,” Lilac vows over and over. It’s the only way he’ll let himself say he loves you.

Red Velvet

What’s a god to a non-believer, exactly?

Red Velvet doesn’t understand, at first. Word of your power and otherworldliness reaches the corner of the Kingdom that he’s claimed for himself, but when he sees you in person, you just seem like, well, a person.

You’re not much different from himself, especially since you’ve taken on a cookie form.

Even Pomegranate looks to the ground when you walk by — a habit she’s only ever reserved for Dark Enchantress.

He could surely best you in every way possible! You hardly know how to swing a sword, much less block a swipe from his claws.

He’s wholly uninterested in the reverence the others take part in when you’re suddenly thrown into in the game itself.

One day, however, Red Velvet overhears you talking to some of the children, telling them some sweeping tale about your homeland.

^^Even Pancake has stilled to listen to your stories of massive mechanical steeds and vast kingdoms made of “concrete” (whatever that is).

Red Velvet hardly had a childhood, much less one of whimsy. The earliest memory he could recall was of his birth — waking into the white-hot as furious sparks cracked over the stump where his right arm once was.

He hadn’t even cooled off from the oven’s heat before he was forced to adapt and grow up.

Besides that terrible memory, all Red Velvet had was his imagination to occupy his time in the black nothingness before you set him free and called him “home.”

He wondered for so long if there was anything beyond that void, and now, here you were, weaving tales of grandeur beyond even that of his desperate imagination.

Red Velvet hungers for more. Every day, he sits just out of your sight and listens to your stories. He closes his eyes and pretends that he’s there, as some soft, round being with a fleshy nose and four fingers and a thumb on each hand.

Most of the time, you’re there with him.

You show him around the concrete kingdom in your steel beast and you take him to a huge indoor marketplace.

You walk through the corporate space and flick coins into big fountains in exchange for a wish and you eat cheap sodium-rich foods for extortionate prices and maybe you even sit next to him and hold his hand while you make up stories about each unique passerby.

Somewhere, beyond the confines of this liminal grassy plain, is a world where the average person doesn’t need to be versed in war tactics to survive. There’s a place where one doesn’t have to worry about their next meal. There’s a place where one can have a choice in who they are, rather than being written to be a specific way.

Red Velvet imagines being in that place a lot.

He would choose to be someone you can love.

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Carry On

Chapter 12

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2014

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Flashback (maybe minor panic attack)

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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Y/N awoke with a start, unsure as to what had woken her up from her mostly peaceful slumber; as peaceful as a hunter got anyway. Cause there was really no such thing as a ‘peaceful’ night’s sleep when you worked in the line of work she did. Still, she had no idea what had woken her with such a jolt, or why she had sat up so suddenly alone in Dean’s memory foam mattress, but there she was, alone and sitting straight as a board in her bed, panting as if she’d been chased down by something ungodly.

In her sleep deprived, somewhat confused, form of consciousness, she registered the bed next to her was empty straight away. However it took a little bit of waking up on her part, which mainly consisted of staring wildly around the empty room as if something was going to crawl out of a corner and drag her to hell; before she realized that Dean wasn’t next to her as he was when she had fallen asleep the night before. Once that reality sank into her head though, she was out of the bed and running towards the door so fast that it would have looked almost cartoonish had anyone been in the room to watch it happen.

Since that first week back in the bunker Dean had not gotten up on his own and left the room; even if he needed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he’d wake her up to walk with him in case he fell. So the foreign sight of an empty bed sent a surge of unexplainable panic coursing through her veins; so much panic that she didn’t even feel the cool air of the bunker nipping at the exposed skin of her arms and legs as she ran down the hallways, every instinct she had listening for any sound that might indicate Dean was hurt or in danger.

A thousand different scenarios played over and over in her mind like a horrific, broken record. Images of Dean having fallen in the shower and drowned, lying in the hallway dead, in the garage, on some backroad having wrecked Baby because he wasn’t really ready to get behind the wheel yet…

The harder her heart pounded in her chest, the harder her feet hit the cold tile floor of the hallway as they carried her through the maze of corridors and closed doors with golden numbers on them; until she came to a skidding stop in the library; her heart pounding so hard in her ears she thought her eardrums were going to explode.

She forced herself to stand still as her breath rushed out of her burning lungs in a burst of painful pants; her entire body hummed with fear and desperation driving higher and deeper than any hunt she’d ever been on in her entire life. That’s when she heard it; a pot rattled in the kitchen, the sound making her jump as if someone had shot her. Her feet quickly carried her in the direction of the sound, where she found Dean; safe and sound, standing with his bare back to the door of the kitchen, humming to himself as he stood with one hand supporting his balance on the counter, and the other holding a fork he was using to flip a pan of bacon in front of him that sizzled and popped away completely out of rhythm to whatever he was humming.

So, so many emotions hit her at that moment. First, relief that none of her fears had been made known to reality that had captivated her heart momentarily as she rushed through the Bunker to find him. Second, was the tiniest string of pride. She was proud of him. It was such a big step to wander in here on his own and fix his breakfast for himself. Something he's not even tried to do in months, because he was so afraid to fall, or get weak and not be able to scream for help. But all of these good feelings were short lived, because the third and last thing she registered was fear. Fear that; even though he said he cared about her, even though he said he wanted to get to know her or to be around, that the more independence he found, maybe he’d decide he didn’t like her so much after all, no that he didn’t need her anymore, and she’d become invisible to him again. She didn’t think she could handle that. Not now. Not now that she knew what his lips felt like on her own, or now that she knew what it was like to wake up warm and safe in his arms. It would kill her, she just knew it.

The driving nail in her coffin was the large, discolored circle in his back that once was the large hole that was the piece of rebar’s entry point that was exposed to her. It never failed to send a cold chill down her spine when she saw it; one she was sure would always haunt.

Sensing someone was watching him, Dean turned slowly, a warm smile breaking over his face as he caught sight of her standing there, and it made her heart do a flip in her chest. God she loved this man. It was over for her. She belonged to him. She wasn’t her own anymore, nope, she was his. There was nothing she could do about it either, and she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to.

“Hey,” he greeted her as she slowly made her way over to where he was standing with the spatula in his hand, grinning at her like a little kid that had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do, and he thought being overly cute might get him out of the tongue lashing that was sure to come. “Looks like you beat me, I was going to bring you breakfast.”

“Dean, did you do all of this by yourself?” Y/N questioned as she slipped up next to him and wrapped her arms around his lean waist to see the scrambled eggs and toast, he already had ready as he was about to plate the bacon for them.

“Yep,” he announced proudly with a grin as he began to plate the bacon in front of him, “Sammy was out on his run long before I came in the kitchen, and you were out cold when I got out of the bed, I did it all by myself.”

She didn’t want to cry in front of him, but at that moment, she seriously had to catch herself to stop it from happening. She didn’t think she could be any prouder of him than she was right then.

“I woke up and thought you were in the bathroom, so I went looking for you, I’m not gonna lie; you scared me there for a second, but I’m so freaking proud of you Dean! This is amazing, and It’s such a big step!”

Dean beamed as he leaned forward slightly and pecked her on her lips before passing her a plate for her to make her way over to the table with him slowly making his way next to her.

“Honestly, I’m pretty damn proud of myself too,” he admitted as he slowly lowered himself into the seat across from her. “I didn’t think I’d—.”

Dean stopped short of finishing his sentence, his face turned an impressive shade of white, and he closed his eyes tightly as he tried to breathe deeply through his nose. She was on her feet and sitting down next to him before she even registered that she was moving. The sudden moment of relief and pride gone in a flash of pain and sudden fear that something was wrong again rooted deeply in her as she tried to watch him get a grip on it. Turning the morning suddenly sour.

“Dean, what’s wrong, can you talk to me?” she pressed eagerly, and Dean shook his head slowly before releasing a deep breath and lowering his head slightly as his color started to come back to him, and his tense body started to relax.

“I don’t…I don’t know, I—I looked down at my plate, and suddenly I wasn’t in the kitchen anymore, and all I could see was that fucking,” Dean stopped, shaking his head and running his hands over his face as Y/N ran her hand over his back and shoulder’s soothing. “All I could see was that fucking barn. It’s like I was right back there again… on that pole.”

Dean swallowed thickly before leaning his head to rest on her shoulder as she drug her fingers through his still sleep tousled hair. She’d feared this, it was something she’d read about, and something that she was so, so hopeful that Dean wasn’t going to have to go through. Flashbacks, and what she hoped wasn’t the beginning of PTSD.

From what Dean told her and Sam in his time in the hospital, he remembered almost NOTHING after he’d been impaled to the pole. He didn’t remember what he’d said to Sam. He didn’t remember the pain. She always feared that it’d come back to him in flashes like this when it was triggered, and she’d read about PTSD in people that had injuries and trauma similar to Dean’s.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe, and you’re here in The Bunker with me, it’s over. It’s not something you’re ever going to have to go through again.”

Dean nodded as he set up slowly, and grabbed her plate to slide it over in front of her, clearly not wanting to talk about it, at least not yet.

“Eat sweetheart, your plate’s gonna get cold,” he deflected.

Even though she wanted to push him, she wouldn’t do it. Not yet. Later, when Sam got back and Dean was watching TV, or taking his nap she’d talk to Sam, get him to help her research on something for her that might help her talk to Dean. Honestly, this was all new territory for her, it was scary.

“What else do you have planned for today?” Y/N asked in an attempt to break up the heavy silence that had fallen over the pair of them, and the sudden stress that seemed to settle heavily on their shoulders with the eruption of yet another hurdle to jump in the long, and sometimes what seemed like an ever progressing, yet never really getting anywhere recovery.

“I uhm…I was hoping I could go see my Baby… Maybe even drive her.”

Y/N gave him a tight smile, before kissing him on his forehead as she stood with her own empty plate before taking his.

“Then you go get ready handsome,” she suggested, “We’ll go drive around and maybe even go out to that diner you like so much and get a burger for lunch? How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a plan,” he agreed with a grin, standing slowly, and making his way over to where she’d started to run some dish water to clean up breakfast’s mess to wrap his arms around her, a place a feather light kiss to her cheek before he moved to make his way back towards his room to get dressed.

Y/N was determined not to let one incident ruin the day. He was moving around better this morning than he had since the accident. She wasn’t going to let what happened in that one to two minutes take away from this little victory. She was going to take him out on a ride, maybe even let him drive if he was feeling up to it, and she was going to enjoy the day with Dean. A day without recovery hanging over their head, and a day without what-ifs. He needed a day to just be with her, and her with him. She wasn’t going to let anything rob them of this. Nothing.

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