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you go in then I'll blow

eddie munson x ditsy!fem!reader a smutty sequel to baby can we smoke?

cw: 18+. innocent!reader (not minor-coded), sex while high, oral (m & f receiving), spit, smoking, no y/n, no physical descriptions

fresh out the oven for you guys, here's alllll the filthy goodness.

enjoy! xx

Eddie allows himself one last squeeze before dropping his hand and straightening up to his full height— kneeling, that is, which is tall enough for him to gaze down at you all splayed out on the picnic bench, your legs spread in your tiny little pleated skirt, propped on your elbows so you can look up at him, ready and waiting. He draws his hand up your calf to the back of your knee, hooking his palm there and slinging your leg over his shoulder with a waggle of his eyebrows. He's going for roguish, but it must come across a little dorky because you giggle at him, your wide doe-eyes crinkling up tight with amusement.

He can't be mad about it, though, because your giggle is cute, the sound like sunshine and tinkling bells, and Eddie's just realized how much he likes the shape of your smile. Drawn in, he leans forward, shifting your legs back and open for him with the breadth of his shoulders. You lay flat along the bench, your breath hitching as he comes close to your heat. He could taste you now, and he wants to, but your obvious anticipation stirs the mischievous part of him. So Eddie denies himself and you, turning his cheek at the last moment, pressing slow kisses into the crease of your inner thigh until your breathy pleasured sounds turn to little grunts of impatience.

"C'mon, Eddie," you finally whine, wiggling your ass.

Eddie smiles against your skin, enjoying the way you get petulant when you're needy. "Okay, okay," he huffs, feigning exasperation at your attempt to hurry him along.

Finally, he flips your skirt up out of the way. Looking up the clothed plane of your body, Eddie watches you as he finally leans all the way in and kitten licks your clit, gradually applying more pressure with each stroke until your breasts start to heave in that fuzzy sweater. He wants to keep watching you, keep seeing the different ways he can make you react, but the high makes everything more vivid and potent. With it, he can't help but become consumed by what's right in front of him.

Now, Eddie's whole world is your cunt.

He’s surrounded, immersed in you: the sharp-sweet tang of your slippery arousal in his mouth, the heady musk of your skin in his nose, which whistles against you with each heavy breath when he presses his face into your supple lips, desperate to get his tongue into every hidden crevice. And there are so many contrasting textures for him to explore. The fuzzy velvet of your outer lips. The smooth slick of those smaller folds as he burrows in deeper. The firm, fat bead of your clit nestled into its hood, peeking out further to greet him the more he treats her nicely. The flexing strength of your hole, the futile way it tries to grip his tongue and keep him inside as he teases it. There's so much of your sweet, plump fruit to devour, and devour Eddie does, eating your pussy entirely for his own pleasure.

He dips up and down, licking and sucking, nuzzling and nibbling, entranced by the sensation of you against his face. His mind meanders as he nudges back up again, rubs his lips on the soft grit stubble of your mound. You must've shaved a couple days ago, Eddie figures, imagining you with your foot up on the porcelain rim of your tub at home, bending this way and that as you shave your kitty with a little pink razor. And fuck, that's doing something for him right now. Probably 'cause he's high and also ‘cause he maybe liked watching you— sweet, doe-eyed little you— take hits off the fat blunt he twisted a little too much. You were such a good listener, so good at following his directions; obedient to a fault, he’d thought earlier, and in between dipping his tongue into your flexing hole and sucking the sweetness from your lips like your pussy really is a peach, he’s thinking about what else you might do with him here in the woods if he asks you to.

Soon, Eddie wanders too far, getting lost in the feeling of your firm clit rolling against his tongue. Mesmerized, he swirls it over and over in the same pattern, until the repetitive motion feels so satisfying in and of itself that it’s almost incidental when he notices how frantic your moans have become and how your thighs are now twitching against his ears.

Fuck, you’re gonna cum on his tongue, aren’t you? He’s gonna make you cum all over his goddamn face. Eddie groans against your sweetness as the hazy realization solidifies in his mind. He presses in harder, sucking your little bean into his mouth and latching hard out of giddiness, hard enough that you squeal and thrash and push against his forehead with your palm. He steals another moment before somewhat reluctantly relenting, unpursing his lips and rubbing the flat of his tongue against your clit instead. Up and down, up and down, steady and firm— just twice more before you buck, boxing Eddie’s ears with your thighs so he can barely hear the sound of your broken, sweetly anguished groan.

As you hit the height of your pleasure, your hips squirm wildly, unpredictable like an untamed horse; he chases you, keeping up the pressure as best he can to work you through it. Once your twitching stops, and the tension in your body seems to edge over into overstimulation, he steals one last quick, wet lap with his wide tongue and pulls away, smacking his lips at the way the orgasm ripened your taste.

Immediately, you pop up to sitting, a healthy sheen dewing your face and your pink-tinged eyes clear and sparkling. Eddie looks up at you, and with the way the sun halos you from behind—gold along the edges of your hair, radiant like the look on your face as you gaze down at him— something sharp-tender twists in his chest. You stretch forward, scrunched up around your middle so you can reach him where he kneels beyond the end of the bench. You anchor your hand on his cheek and draw your thumb underneath his lower lip, wiping yourself from his face. Your touch is soft but not hesitant, and the feeling of you stroking his face renders him motionless, lax like you have him in some kind of weed-fueled angelic trance.

It breaks when you take your touch away, swinging around on the bench and hopping to your feet. You try to haul him up by both his hands, pulling hard and hardly moving him until he helps you get him to his feet, snorting a chuckle at your consternation. You flash him a look which is far less intimidating than he knows you want it to be. Amused and only mildly chastened, Eddie follows without resistance as you tug him along by the hands; when you push down lightly on his shoulders, he drops his weight, sitting on the bench in your place.

"Now your turn," you say, your voice sweet and warm, your eyes gleaming eagerly as they fall to his lap. Reflexively, Eddie’s legs shift farther open, spreading almost proudly to show off the tightness at his crotch. It brings his attention back to how goddamn horny you've made him, and it takes some effort to keep from tugging on himself right in front of you like a creep. He rubs his palms along the rough denim of his thighs to relieve the itch to touch instead.

You start to sink down, and he’s almost too high and turned on to notice how you’re about to dent your knees on the little sticks and rocks scattered on the damp soil, but he catches you just in time. He doesn’t give a shit about his own jeans, but he feels a pang— guilt? Conscience? Some sense of gentlemanliness? —at the thought of you enduring the same.

“Wait, wait.” Eddie’s hands shoot out, catching under your elbows to stop you, and your brow crumples briefly but smoothes when he quickly shucks his vest off, spreading it out face-down for you to kneel on.

“Oh!” All at once, your fruity scent hits him like a cloud at the same time your lips press a firm, sticky kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, Eddie!”

Before he can react, you’re already plopping down, shuffling forward between his knees and, once satisfied with your position, promptly planting your ass on your heels. And Eddie tries to focus on keeping his composure, but without the distraction of eating your pussy and knowing how close he is to having your mouth on him, the need within him flares, raging all insistent and painful. By the time you’ve worked his belt open, his chest is already heaving, all of him yearning for the moment you’ll touch him. And maybe it’s embarrassing, but Eddie can't bite back a hiss when you finally tug down his boxers enough to free him and his heated flesh hits the cool air.

You pout, your brow crinkled sympathetically. "Don't worry, Eddie," you say, so sincere it just makes him ache all the more. "I'll take care of you."

You look up at him as you run your fist lightly up his length, and even just that slight touch is like a gut punch. He almost whimpers as you grasp just beneath the tip, your gaze dipping down to his cock as you pinch your bottom lip with your teeth. And it’s when he thinks he might have to beg you to finally put your mouth on him, dignity be damned, that you dip your head and take him in.

Eddie’s palms scrape against the rough wood bench as he grips the edge tight, holding on as the ache in his dick transforms with a surge into a hot flare of pleasure, all concentrated where you've started suckling on his tip like a lollipop. You explore his cock like he did your pussy— licking and sucking and nibbling his heated skin, sometimes dipping shallowly down past that sensitive ridge on occasion, but mostly concentrating your attention on his throbbing head.

It’s feeling really good, and his eyes have just slipped closed when he hears you hum, and then suddenly that wet warmth is gone. They snap open to see your face hovering just above his cock; with a curious tip of your head, you glance up at him through your lashes and ask, "D'you like it sloppy, Eddie?"

Oh. Eddie swallows thickly, cheeks prickling as his dick twitches hard in your grasp. "Yeah," he says, his voice faint. "I like it sloppy."

You smile, appearing pleased. "Okay," you reply simply, pursing your lips and letting a generous amount of spit fall from your glistening lips onto his cockhead. You chase it with your tongue, laving up and down his length with long, sweeping, sloppy motions before languidly taking him into your mouth, bobbing halfway down his length for the first time.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He can feel all the blood in his body cleave into two paths, some racing up his chest and into his face to flush him beet red, and the rest surging downward to harden him to steel. He’s had sex high before, but maybe he’s higher than he thought ‘cause this is just something else entirely, a maelstrom of burning need coaxed by the heaven of your soft, wet mouth. It’s intense, and he just can't help it. His hips buck off the bench, enough so that, even as he tries to stop the motion, he nudges the back of your throat.

Of course, you gag, coughing around him a couple times in the aftermath. "Sorry, sorry," he gasps, jerking his hips back as you lift your head. It pulls him from your mouth, and his cock bounces under its own weight between you.

"S'okay,” you say, and your words are thick but, to his relief, your expression is genuinely unbothered. “It’ll just make me more spitty, anyways.”

You lean back in, working your jaw to gather the new rush of saliva. Eddie watches, entranced, as your hot pink tongue slinks along his cock until every inch of his flushed skin is shiny and slick from your drooling mouth. He expects you to wrap your lips back around him then, but you surprise him by shimmying yourself down lower so that you're looking up from beneath him instead— the perfect position for him to rub his dick on your face.

And that’s just— he can’t believe that’s what you want him to do, but clearly it is, because you’re fucking smiling up at him and nudging your little nose against the side of his length, happy as can be to have his cock lying across your cheek. Experimentally, he moves his hips, pulling back so his tip rests against your chin before pushing forward again. Aided by your saliva, the motions are smooth, the feeling of your skin slick and warm and soft, made even better when you open your mouth and kiss at him with your lips and tongue as his length glides over them. You take his hand and lift it, encouraging him to direct his own path, which he does— using the valley between his spread thumb and index finger, Eddie keeps himself pressed down snugly as he ruts against you, working himself up to a steady grind.

The sight of it alone is almost enough to get him there: your eyes fuck-me heavy, your face sticky and soaked with spit and precum, the way the rutting of his cock shifts your supple cheek and swollen lips, dragging and molding them with its rhythmic thrusts. It might be one of the most erotic things he’s ever seen.

"Oh my god," Eddie moans, chuckling in disbelief. "Holy fuck, you're—"

His brain promptly short circuits when you tilt your chin down and suck one of his balls into your mouth. His hips jerk and fall still as he groans, overwhelmed by the sensation; kindly, you start to knead his tip with your hand, keeping it happy while you lavish him further down. Eddie watches wide-eyed as your cheeks hollow and relax rhythmically, massaging one ball in the hot cavern of your mouth before swapping to the other, all the while dragging your tongue along the underside of his sack in a move that has his belly twisting up all sticky tight and his head feeling suddenly faint.

His occasional grunts and groans have evolved now into a ragged sound Eddie makes on every exhale, and his moans increase in pitch as your fist starts to slide down from his tip over the rest of him. He can't stifle any of the noises you're pulling from him, nor can he control it when he actually fucking whines as your sucking lips latch to the underside of his cock, gradually crawling upward with open-mouthed kisses until you reach his openly weeping slit.

And then you’re jerking him off with quick little flicks of your wrist, your tongue wiggling against the underside of his head—

"I'm gonna cum," Eddie gasps, hit with the knowledge all at once as the feeling surges up like an unstoppable force. "Oh shit, fuck, fuck, I'm comi—ngh!" The word becomes a strangled groan as the pleasure contracts sharply and then expands outward in a rush of liquid ecstasy. Eddie empties across your tongue, his cum spurting in lines over your lips and up the apple of your cheek, so high it almost kisses your eye.

You're a mess.

You're so. Fucking. Hot.

When he finally comes back down, Eddie notices you're trying to clean said mess from your face, using your fingers like little windshield wipers to clear your eyes and flicking spit and cum off into the dirt. Hurriedly, he peels his flannel down his arms, leaving him in a T-shirt with his jeans still hanging open, neglected for the moment in his haste to help you. "Here," he says, "I got it."

You drop your hands, letting them rest in your lap as Eddie wipes off your face, trying to be both as thorough and as careful as he can. It's not perfect— your baby hairs are still stuck down in places around your hairline, and you've got a stubborn smudge of mascara beneath one eye that won't come clean— but the cum is gone, and you're no longer covered in spit, at least. Eddie balls up the flannel when he's done, tossing it onto the tabletop in a crumpled heap to be figured out later.

When he turns back around, you're on your feet, straightening your disheveled clothing.

“That was fun!" You chirp brightly, bending down and pulling up your sagging socks.

"It was. Really fun," he agrees, looking at you for a moment. "I didn't think you'd... I mean..." You glance up at him with that expression of vague confusion, straightening and plopping onto the bench beside him, bending to pick up his vest from the ground. "I just didn't expect all that, is all. You just seem so..."

He feels a pang of conscience that he may insult you by saying so, but he's spoken too much to back out now. "So innocent," he finishes, one eye squinted in a wince, his lips parted and poised to placate you if his assessment upsets you.

You blink at him owlishly, feeling around inside his vest pockets. Before he can ask what you're looking for, you pull out his box of Marlboros. His jaw snaps shut.

"Innocent?" You ask, tapping the end of the box against the heel of your hand and plucking out the cigarette that popped up with the motion. And he's left reeling when you— sweet, doe-eyed little you— place it smoothly between your lips, reaching over to casually grab his zippo from the tabletop. He barely registers the click and flare as you light up, holding his own fucking box of cigarettes out toward him in offering.

Eddie meets your eyes, dumbfounded by the mirth there. "Huh," you say lightly. "Whatever would make you think that?"

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Reckless (2)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Brothers Bestfriend

Warning: Hurt.. smutty smut [18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 2.6k

Part One |

Taglist: @hyunjinhoexxx @ovulatingrn @jisunglyricist @guiltycoco @fawnpeaks @purple-bell @seungminsapuppy @chanbahng29

“Dumb enough to do what, exactly?” You ask Jisung, eyes darting between him and Minho.

“Fuck around, get to together.. you know, anything like that.” Jisung chuckles.

“Would that really be so bad?” Minho asks, locking eyes with you as Jisung looks down at his food, that was your food, and laughs.

“It would be hell on earth.” He yells. “My little sister and my best friend? Ew, never happening.”

“Don't worry man, I would never go for Y/N. She's not even my type.” Minho laughs.

You glance at Minho, who is now avoiding eye contact.

“But you can go after my best friend?” You scoff, pushing his shoulder a little.

“What?” He asks. “When did I go after Hyunjin?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Not Hyunjin, Jisoo you moron!”

“She's hot.” Jisung laughs, looking at Minho. “And judging by his face, he thinks so too.”

“Ah, um, no, I don't.” Minho says. “I really don't.”

“It's okay, her and I are just a casual hookup thing, I can set you up with her.” Jisung offer.

“Since when are you a casual hook up thing with her?” You ask.

“Since last night.” Jisung explains, with a giant smile on his face. “So, you wanna get set up?” He asks Minho, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I don't need your help with women. I'm perfectly capable of getting them on my own.” Minho laughs.

“I'm gonna set you up anyway!” Jisuung yells, excitedly. “Minho and Jisoo!”

You look at Minho, you're not even sure with what kind of expression.

“As fun as this has been, I have to go get ready for class. Both of you, goodluck with the whole Jisoo thing.” You say, forcing a smile as you walk past both of them.

“What's up her ass?” Jisung laughs as you walk out of the room.

You hated him so much sometimes. As you're gathering your bag and books there's a knock at your door.

“Go away.” You yell, grabbing your phone off your bed.

“Open the door.” You hear. You rolled your eyes, you had no choice, you had to leave anyway. You pull the door open, seeing Minho standing there, looking guilty. “What?”

“Listen.” Minho starts.

“Don't.” You say, putting up your hand. “Whatever happened was a drunk thing, I'm not even your type so don't worry about it.” You finish, moving past him, heading downstairs and out the front door.

“Guys fucking suck.” You scoff, sliding into the seat next to Hyunjin.

“Good afternoon to you too.” He chuckles, running his hands through his hair.

“I'm sorry, not you. Just a select few.” You sigh.

“Your brother?” He asks, glancing at you.

“He's one, yes. He hooked up with Jisoo.” You shiver, the thought makes you nauseous.

“Yeah, unfortunately I saw that.” Hyunjin sighs. “I had nightmares last night from it. Also, where did you disappear too? You said you were getting a drink and never came back.” He pouts.

“Ah, I got pulled into the hallway by one of Jisung's friends apparently. Changbin.” You explain, opening your text book.

“That creepy fuck?” He almost yells. “Stay away from him.”

“That's the plan.” You smile as your professor walks into the room. Hyunjin leans over, his lips brushing your ear. “Do you wanna get a drink after this?” He asks.

You smile at him and nod your head. Hopefully you'll be able to make it through this class. At the end of the lecture, your head was pounding. You were exhausted and confused by the entire lesson plan. You swore you had no fucking clue what your teacher was talking about in almost any of the class.

“Drink?” Hyunjin asks. You desperately nod your head as he links arms with you, heading to your favorite pub. You know those people who say they're going to only have one drink, and end up having multiple? Yeah that was you and Hyunjin. One turned to two, which turned to three, and four and so on. By your 6th drink you were hiccuping and slurring your words.

“Let's get you out of here.” Hyunjin laughs, pulling your arm.

“I don't wanna go hooooomeeee.” You whine. “Stupid Minho is there.”

“What'd he do?” Hyunjin asks, holding your shoulder as he guides you out of the pub.

“I'm not his tyyyypee.” You exaggerate.

“But you're everyone's type.” Hyunjin scoffs. “Especially mine.”

“No..” you hiccup. “No No don't do that.”

“Do what?” He asks. He leans his face close to yours, and you're uncomfortable. You can feel in your pocket, your phone vibrating. You grab it, fumbling to answer the call, not even reading who was calling.

“Hellooooo?” You answer, moving away from Hyunjin's close face.

“Where are you?”

“Minho?” You ask.

“Yes, Y/N, Where are you?” He asks again.

“Why do you even care?” You wonder.

“Y/N. Please, just tell me.” He sighs.

“I got a drink with Hyunjinnie.” you giggle. “That turned into 6.. I think he's trying to kiss me.” You whisper.

“At the pub by school?” He asks.

“Yeah, we left. He's walking me home.”

“Stay there.” He deadpans. “I'm on my way.”

You wanted to tell him no but the line went dead. You slipped your phone back in your pocket as Hyunjin walked over to you. “Who was that?”

“Minho.” You slur. “He told me to wait here.” You sigh, rolling your eyes.

“I'm more than capable of taking you home, you know.” He whines. You look at him, he looks annoyed.

“Yeah, I know.” You smile. “I didn't ask him to come.” You chuckle.

“Doesn't matter. Why does he have to come? Why can't I just have some time with you. And why are you okay with him coming!? I thought you didn't like him.” He huffs.

“It's complicated Hyunjin..” you sigh. This sudden serious talk was beginning to sober you up and you didn't like it.

“Complicated how?” He asks. You grab the sleeve of his arm, dragging him back towards the bar.

“More drinks.” You huff, Hyunjin in tow. Hyunjin chuckles from behind you, as the two of you enter the bar. You wanted to see how many shots you were able to do before Minho busted through the door.

It ended up only being two. The front door of the pub swings open, a huffing Minho walks in, looking around the bar for you. You tried to duck behind Hyunjin, but drunk you weren't the best at hiding.

“Minho.” Hyunjin says, placing his hand on Minho's chest to stop him. “She's fine with me. You can go.” He finishes.

Minho looks down at Hyunjins hand, swatting it off of him. “She's fine with you, huh?” He laughs. “After you tried to kiss her?” Hyunjin doesn't say anything. “Yeah, that's what I thought. Y/N, let's go. I told Jisung I'd bring you home.”

“So you're not here because you want to be.” You sigh, standing up. “Jisung sent you?”

“Yeah.” Minho responds, avoiding your eyes. You scoff, pushing past him and Hyunjin, towards the front door.

Minho follows closely behind you as you walk out the door. “I'm parked right there.” He says, pointing to his car.

You huff as you walk towards it, climbing in the back seat. Minho climbs into The driver's seat, turning around to look at you. “Why are you back there?” He asks.

“It's much safer back here.” You say, crossing your arms.

“Safer from what?” He asks, starting the car.

“Safer from you. You can't kiss me back here and then tell people I'm not your type.” You yell.

“Y/N.. that's not..” he starts.

“Don't wanna hear it.” You yell, cutting him off. He sighs as he starts to drive towards your house. The rest of the ride goes by in silence. You walk in the door first, Jisung tries to greet you but instead you walk straight up the stairs and head towards your room, changing into some shorts and a tank top before crawling into bed. You glance at the clock, it was only 10pm, and Jisung had already forced you to go home. It wasn't even that late, you were an adult, so why were you listening to them? You pulled out your phone to send a text to Jisoo, seeing what she was doing.

[To: Jisooooo] 10:02pm: What are you doing rn?

[From: Jisooooo] 10:05pm: Party at the EXO house. Come!!

You smile at your phone as you crawl out of bed and head to your closet. You slip on a dress, quickly doing some makeup and your hair. You grab a pair of shoes. You open your bedroom door, peeking out into the hallway, not seeing anyone you quietly head down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as you possibly can. You peek around the corner, seeing Minho and Jisung watching something on the couch. You tiptoe by, opening the front door, and of course it squeaks.

“Y/N?” Jisung yells. You pull the door open as fast as you can, not bothering to shut it and you bolt from the house. You look behind you, seeing Jisung's shadow in the door frame as you take off.

Once you feel like you're far enough, you slow down, put on your shoes and call an Uber, which comes quickly, taking you to the lively house.

Jisoo came outside as soon as you texted that you had shown up. She pulls you into the house, heading straight for the drinks, which were surrounded by so many attractive men.

“Y/N, this is Kai, Sehun, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Kyungsoo.” She says, introducing you. You smile and wave at them all, but one in particular cannot take his eyes off of you.

The seven of you stand around taking shots, talking and laughing for a few minutes, until Kai holds his hand out to you. ‘Wanna dance?” He asks, with a gorgeous smile. You take his hand, smiling back at him before he drags you to the living room.

You're hot as you dance in the crowd of people, Kai’s hands roaming your body as the two of you danced close to each other. His eyes remain on you and yours on his, you are completely oblivious to anything else going on, until Kai is ripped away from you. You look over in shock to see Minho standing there. He walks closer to you, you back up until you can't anymore. His chest pressed against yours as he stared at you.

“What are you doing?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Dancing. What does it look like?” You ask.

Minho is pulled away from you. You see Kai standing there, the collar of Minho's shirt crumpled up in Kai's fists.

“What the fuck, man?” Kai yells, shoving Minho back. “Y/N, Do you know this dude?” He asks.

You sigh, running your hand over your face. “He's my brother's friend.” You say. Kai nods his head, walking away, but keeping a close eye on Minho. You grab Minho's wrist, pulling him outside the house.

“What are you doing here!?” You ask.

He chuckles a humorless laugh. “Why are you trying to make me jealous?” He asks, walking closer to you, moving his face closer to yours.

“Why are you jealous? I'm not your..” you say before he cuts you off.

“Cut the shit.” He breathes, crashing his lips onto yours. His hand presses against the back of your head, pushing into the kiss harder. His lips move against yours as his tongue slides into your mouth, swirling around your own. You wrap your arms around him, bringing your bodies closer together. The sound of someone yelling causes the two of you to break the kiss. Minho pulls you to his car, opening the passenger door for you before moving around to the driver's side. He speeds off, turning down random streets until you hit one that's fully dark. His hand held onto your thigh the entire time, slowly sliding up with each turn.

He puts the car in park, sliding his seat back. You reach over, unbuttoning his pants as he kisses you again, this time with more desperation and neediness. His hands roam your body as he pulls you closer to him and onto him, straddling him. He pulls his cock out before moving your panties to the side. Just as you begin to lower yourself onto him, his phone rings. He grabs it from the cup holder, groaning as Jisung's name flashes across the screen.

“Don't answer.” You breathe, desperate to feel his cock inside you.

He swipes to answer. “Yeah?”

“Did you find her?” Jisung asks. You smirk as you lower yourself onto him, his cock stretching you out. You watch Minho's face as he squeezes his eyes shut, biting his lip to keep from moaning out.

“Yeah, I've got eyes on her - She's fine. I'll get her home soon.” He says, hanging up the phone and tossing it to the seat next to him .

“You lied to him.” You moan as you rock your hips against him, his cock so deep inside you.

“It's not a lie.” He smirks. “I do have eyes on you.” He says, his hands on your hips as he guides you while you ride him. Minho moves his hands all over your body, up to your breasts, pulling them from your dress. He grips them, pulling you closer to him as he slips your nipple into your mouth, sucking on it. You cry out as you bounce on his dick, the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple sending you over the edge.

“God damn.” He groans. “You feel so fucking good.”

You smile as you throw your head back, he bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into you. You run your hands through his hair as you continue grinding on him, your orgasm building so quickly.

“Fuck.” You breathe, squeezing your cunt around him, trying to delay your orgasm but it doesn't work, your eyes roll back as you cry out, your orgasm pulsates through your body.

“Oh fuck.” He groans. “I'm gonna cum.”

“Cum in my pussy.” You breathe, bouncing harder. “I'm on birth control.”

Minho moans loudly as he cums, thrusting himself deeper inside you. The two of you breathe heavily, your chests heaving as you slide off his cock and back into the passenger seat.

The rest of the ride is quiet as he drives back to your house. You walk in the front door, Jisung is in the living room.

“Don't take off again, please.” He sighs, his eyes never leaving the tv.

“Night.” You say, heading up the stairs to take a shower. That night you fall asleep, dreaming of Minho and what this night meant for the two of you.

The next morning you wake up happy as fuck. Happier than you had been in a very long time. It was Saturday and you were excited for the day and what might come of it. You look at the clock, you'd slept in late, it was already 1pm. You went downstairs, seeing Jisung and Minho in the kitchen talking and laughing.

“What's your plan tonight, Y/N?” Jisung asks, popping a candy in his mouth.

“I'm not sure yet.” You smile, glancing at Minho. “What about you?” You ask your brother.

“Gonna have people over later, but first Minho and I are going on a double date.” He laughs.

“Oh?” You partially choke. “A date?”

“Yeah.” Jisung chuckles. “Minho has been talking to Maya for a few weeks. And Jisoo and I are going to join them.” He explains. You look over at Minho, who won't look at you.

“Sounds fun.” You whisper.

“Yeah.” Minho pipes up. “It should be.”

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spooky-luvur · 7 months

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OPEN 24/7

(Ghostface x Reader)

(Summary: Working at a gas station at two in the morning was sooo boring- until a strange customer changes that)

The bell rings for the umpteenth time. As part of your game, you make a guess in your head. Another old beer-belly? Bud Light, but maybe Modelo. Maybe a kid, reeking of weed and you’re gonna need to ask them for ID. Those are more common than you’d like to think about.

You listen to the squeak of leather shoes against the floor, not bothering to look up from your phone until the footsteps stop in front of you.

“How can I help you?”

“Something more interesting than me?”

The tone of the man causes you to finally avert your attention. He’s neither fat and bald nor young enough to require questions, if the shadow on his face is any indication. He's giving you a look, hands nonchalantly tucked into the pockets of his jacket. Not a mean look- you’ve gotten enough of those working at this crummy gas station to know the difference. The smooth brow and twinkling eyes is enough to tell you he isn’t mad and isn’t about to yell at you about the pumps not working. Not yet at least.

You flush a bit at the call out, awkwardly slipping the device in your pocket. Thankfully it’s just you tonight, so there’s no annoying coworker to rat you out for this.

“Sorry,” you tell him, trying to sound at least a tidbit professional. “Slow night, I guess.”

The man’s lips quirk but he’s not quite smiling. You wonder if he’s actually upset about it before he nods to the shelf behind you.

“Some reds. Gotta look cool and mysterious for all the people flinging themselves at me.”

You let out a ‘ha’ at his joke and he grins. You turn to grab a pack of smokes, placing it on the counter and he pulls out some cash to pay for it. Not unusual, but usually people his age love to flaunt their fancy credit cards to prove they have them or some other bullshit reason to flash the shiny hunk of plastic at you. Normally a shitty pick-up line follows it.

“Not very good for you,” you attempt to joke. The man raises his brow and you immediately wish you kept a gun behind the counter to shoot yourself with.

“I know,” he says. “Ever found yourself hooked on something, though? Can be tough as hell to break away.” He gives a kind of wry smile that leaves you fidgeting where you stand.

“No. Not- nothing like that, no.”

The man deftly tucks the smokes into his pocket.

"Right. Well, have a nice night," he says before turning on his heel and swiftly exiting the store, the encounter happening so quickly that it leaves your head spinning.

“Alright,” you mutter to yourself, a bit too stiff to go back to your casual leaning against the counter pose.

You’re still absentmindedly staring at the glass doors when the phone rings. The blaring noise makes you jump but you snatch it up nonetheless, stuttering out a hello.

“Heya, just checking in.”

The voice of your boss makes your shoulders relax. You suddenly can’t remember what they were tense for.

“Hey Jimmy, I’m doing fine.”

“Yeah? No robbers?”

“If there was, I wouldn’t be talking to you. I’d be crying in the freezer.”

“Ha. Never gonna happen, kid. Not when they know Big Jim’s the one that owns the place.”

“Course not.”

He reminds you to restock the drinks before he hangs up, leaving you sighing against the phone. A couple seconds after you set it down it rings again and you pick it up fully expecting for Jimmy to answer saying ‘and another thing-‘

But it isn’t Jimmy who responds to your hello this time. A peculiar voice echoes the word back to you. It makes you pause, and a short silence follows.

“…Hello?”

Snapping out of it, you instinctively adjust your posture as though the person on the other end could discern your lackluster demeanor and reprimand you for it.

“How can I help you?”

”Who is this?”

“…Jimmy’s Station. Do you need a pizza, or…”

“No, no. Was hoping you could help me with something else.”

“Okay…what is it?” You naw your lip, nervous for some reason. Your gut twists like you’ve eaten something bad.

“You got any knives?”

“Ah…”

You glance over at the rack of colorful blades on the other side of the counter. All shapes and sizes, all dangerously sharp.

“Yes, we do.”

“Perfect. You got any pink ones?”

“Buying one for your wife?”

Seriously, curse you and your automatic attempts to desperately avoid weird conversations. The voice on the other end laughs a bit. Or scoffs.

”Maybe. Think she’ll like it?”

“I mean, probably.”

“Hm…what about blue? You got any blue ones?”

“Yes, we have blue knives.” You answer, simply exasperated now. Part of you thinks this guy is just messing with you, but these seem like regular questions well enough. It’s not like there’s a lack of strange people out there that could be asking them.

“Well, that’s just great. Hey, could you do me a favor?”

Knowing he’s probably gonna say something stupid, you reply with a ‘sure, whatever.’

”Take one of those pretty, shiny knives- one of the really nice ones, you know? Pick your favorite color, even. Take it, really feel the weight- and shove it in your gut till you bleed like a stuck fucking pig.”

The phone is suddenly a block of ice in your hand.

“W-What?”

”What?” It mocks you. “You think it’ll hurt? I bet you’d like that.”

You shake. Why the hell haven’t you hung up yet? The sick freak on the other end laughs tauntingly. Like he’s actually having fun with this.

”You would wouldn’t you? I’d take your damn guts and string them up on the wall- really spice the place up a bit, it’s so dreary. Then I’d-“

You finally rip the phone away from your ear and slam it down onto the receiver. Gulping in a breath, you rub your hands down your face to steady yourself. Stupid prank callers.

Deciding you need to get the hell up and do something with your hands you leave the counter and head toward the back of the store behind the freezers. Upon entering you shiver, considering going back out to your car to retrieve your jacket.

You haul a box of beers onto a table and begin unpacking them, the repetitive motion allowing you to lose yourself in your thoughts. For a few minutes it’s a good distraction from the voice you keep replaying in your head.

Then your phone rings. Not the store phone still on the front counter- your personal cell resting in your back pocket.

‘Ugh,’ you think. ‘What is it now, spam?’

Thinking that, you ignore call and let it continue ringing until it stops. But then it happens again, and you’re annoyed enough to whip it out and answer it.

“Listen-“

”You’re being really fucking bad.”

The can you’d been holding slips out of your grip and explodes on the floor, wetting your feet. You curse loudly and fling your phone onto the table.

“What the fuck!”

The device slides off the table and clatters onto the stone floor. All you can do for several moments is stand there and stare as if the voice would reach through the device and grab you, carrying out the acts it had told you to perform on yourself only minutes prior.

Thinking quickly you hurry over to the freezer door and lock it from the inside. Great, now the only people that can get in and get you are people that work here. You can just stay in here till morning, right? Or maybe Jim will call again and you won’t pick up and he’ll get worried and he’ll call for someone to help you and-

“Saved me the trouble.”

A pair of arms wind around your waist and you’re ripped away from the door and tossed onto the ground like a sack of food. The concrete scratches your skin painfully as you gasp for breath, glancing up to see a kind of black shroud. It’s all you allow yourself before you’re scrambling to your feet and further into the room.

Only, as you stop in front of the back door that leads to basically the woods, you realize you don’t have the one think that opens it on your person. Your mind thinks back to the key ring in the office as you hear the shrouded attacker approaching.

“Please,” you’re saying before you even turn around. Once you do you’re met with a stark white face twisted in a dramatic scream. The figure is tall, you notice as it stalks closer.

“Already begging?” It teases you in a warped voice. The same one on the phone, you realize.

“What the hell?” The fearful tears in your eyes sting angrily. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Want do you want? I’ll call the fucking cops!”

He’s laughing before you can finish.

“Really? Who am I to stop you, then?”

He steps to the side and waves his arm to the doorway behind him.

“Phones just over there. Go ahead.”

Surely. Surely he’s messing with you. You’re not that stupid, and neither is he. And he knows that you know that, if the silent laughter that makes his shoulders shake is any indication.

“Fuck you,” you hiss at him as you press your back to the locked door. Your hands splay across the cold metal as if searching for a blackhole to swallow you completely.

“Such a dirty mouth! Think it’s good for anything other than cussing me out?”

“Get fucked.”

“Are you offering?”

You find yourself paralyzed with fear as he reaches into a concealed pocket, retrieving a knife. The silver gleams in the shitty light of the freezer.

“What do you want?” You take pride in lack of tremble in your voice.

“You were so rude earlier,” the masked man says. He slides a finger down the blade of the knife tauntingly. “Hanging up, and then ignoring me? Didn’t your mother teach you any better?”

“You deserved it, freak.”

“Oh!” He laughs. “You think so? Mm, maybe I was a bit forward…” He playfully taps a gloved finger against the plastic mask like a cartoon villain.

Your heart beats painfully in your chest but you force yourself to steady your breathing and consider your options. Right now you’re stuck between this obviously intelligent freak of a man and a locked door you have no hope of opening unless you suddenly get super strength.

“I see you thinking, doll. Wanna share with the class?” By now he’s standing mere inches away and you flinch as he brings up the gutting knife to trace the tip of it along the vulnerable skin of your exposed collar.

You steel yourself, tilting your head so you’re not looking up at him like a frightened child. “Get away from me.”

The knife pauses in its path up your throat and you nearly shiver at the sharp chill.

“Away? From you?”

A hand tangles in your hair and shoves you harder against the door, making you groan in pain.

“Go ahead and have an attitude again, I dare you. Double dare, even.” He hisses, bringing his mask closer to your face. You can’t see his eyes behind the cloth. Just a black void.

“I’m sorry…” you mutter, having to come up with something quick. Maybe if you convince this guy you’re totally giving up he’ll slip somehow and you can get away. Or he’ll see right though it and you’ll end up with your insides strewn about like party streamers. That’ll be fun for the next shift.

Your breathy tone causes him to pause. After a moment his chest rumbles like a happy purr.

“Oh, that’s good. I like that. Say it again, won’t you?”

You can feel his knife poking your belly- thinly veiled threat.

“I’m sorry.” You grow bold enough to slide your hand from the wall and onto his waist. You touch the man lightly as if he was a bomb you could set off at any moment. Which he is.

“I’m just scared. Please.”

“Of course you are. But it’s gonna be okay,” he brings his other hand from your hair down to your face to traces your lips with his finger. It would have made your stomach flutter if he wasn’t holding a knife against it.

“I’m not gonna hurt you too bad. I just wanna have some fun, but you’re being such a brat.”

“I…”

Your eyes slide past him to the open doorway. Your phone still rests on the floor in that room, but doesn’t he know about that? No way he’d let you anywhere near it. You’d have to think of something, fast.

A hand under your chin forces you to look back at the screaming mask.

“I hope you’re not thinking of it. I don’t know if I can handle anymore of that tonight.”

“No…no, of course not.”

“Good. Good boy.” His hand moves from your chin to curl around your throat as if simply admiring the flesh there.

“Please,” you push yourself off the wall and further against him, straight up pressing your chest to his at this point. His hand stutters against you and you don’t feel the sharp press of the knife anymore. “You’re…making me feel so-“

“Yeah? How am I making you feel, baby?”

You smooth your hands up his arms, having to mentally scream at yourself to keep you from fawning over the firm muscle there.

Maybe he’s too desperate to get his hands on you, or maybe he’s distracted by your hands on him, but he’s loose enough to not notice the not so subtle tightening of your grasp all of a sudden.

“So…urgh!”

You don’t know where you got the strength but you throw your entire body weight at the guy in order to shove him away and pretty much fling him toward a metal rack stacked full of boxes. He yelps in pain as he crashes into it, bottles spilling out and exploding. If the bitter smell of strong alcohol doesn’t suffocate him, his now drenched mask surely will. You use his momentary stun to turn and sprint to the other room, nearly slipping on the liquid covering the floor.

Your hands are shaking from adrenaline so badly you almost lose your balance once you crawl under the table to retrieve your phone. Breathing a sigh of relief once you have it you swipe to your contacts and click on the first one you see, the scream for help on the tip of your tongue. You don’t remember if your finger hit the call button or not before you’re suddenly grabbed by the ankle and dragged out from under the table shrieking.

You don’t have time to prepare yourself to meet the terrible mask once again before you’re flipped onto your back, but that doesn’t matter. A gasp gets stuck in your throat at the bare face that greets you.

“You…”

The man’s hair is damp as it falls over his eyes and he reeks of fancy beer. He’s breathing heavily as he sits on your legs to keep you still.

“Hey, doll. Funny seeing you here.”

A brief exchange- a single purchase was all it took to become a victim? He must see the realization on your face because he grins like a bully.

“I know, I know. I did good, didn’t I? Had to stop myself from jumping over the counter then and there. Knew the wait would be worth it, though.”

“You fucking prick!” Squirming within the man's unyielding hold, he maintains a smug grin while firmly clasping your wrists. You can tell someone like him is simply reveling in his sense of control. “I hope you choke on your damn cigarettes!”

He throws his head back and laughs. If he wasn’t currently holding you captive you probably would have blushed at this man’s boyish charm.

“That’s good, I might use that. You mind if I use that?”

You attempt to kick him off before there’s a hand on your throat and squeezing. You sputter, grasping at it. The man brings his face down to yours to hiss angrily, but before he can get a word out-

“Hello? Please answer me…”

The room fills with a thick silence as both of you freeze. You both pivot your heads in unison, eyes landing upon the phone which is nearly concealed beneath the table's shadow. The screen is lit up in a call, the name of your friend that lives just down the road splayed across it. You’d laugh in pure relief if you weren’t still face to face with the man in the shrouded costume.

The man on top of you faces you with a blank look and brings his finger up to his mouth in a shushing motion. As if you’re dumb enough to yell out for help now.

“The cops are on their way, I called them a few minutes ago. Maybe everything is fine but I just wanted to make sure-“

The man quietly seethes with anger and scrambles off you to snatch up the device, ending the call. He leaves you on the ground, breathing heavily and staring up at him.

“I know where you live. I know where you work.”

He crouches beside you and there’s that stupid fucking grin again, like a child that just stole another kids candy.

“I know where you go to eat, I know what roads you take, I know where you piss in the morning. I know everything about you, doll. So please, tell them everything and give me a fucking reason.”

You hadn’t noticed his knife was back in his gloved hand until it’s being dragged down your leg, catching the fabric of your pants. You suck in a breath and look back up to meet his eye, shaking your head.

“Good. I know you’ll behave.”

He stands back up and makes to leave through the back door, swinging the ring of the key on his finger casually. He winks at you before he slips away.

“Until next time, baby.”

Thirty minutes later you’ll be seated in your friends car as they drive you home, remembering the feeling of the masked man’s hands on your skin, on your body, around your throat- until it’s seared in your consciousness. It isn’t until you’re laying in bed that night that a shiver of fear, or maybe even sick excitement runs through you when you remember he still has the key.

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(chat gpt fr saved my ass on some of this 🤫)

#ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface x male reader #x male reader #slasher x male reader #slashers #slashers x reader

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mawofthemagnetar · 4 months

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TFC’s Completely Normal Afternoon Where Nothing Goes Wrong And Nobody Dies Horribly

(shoutout to @lindentree for inspiring this silly fic!)

TFC sat in his little bachelor pad, coffee in hand, watching the steam rise out of his mug.

It was a nice mug, all things considered. A gift from the other Hermits. A handmade blue thing, turned on a potter’s wheel, with an extra-large handle to give his old hands a break sometimes. Full of coffee from his ancient coffee machine, that gurgled and growled like a jackhammer being waterboarded.

TFC took a sip, and winced. Okay, so maybe it was time to leave the mine and get more coffee. He’d re-used the grounds for the fourth time, and now it was really starting to get properly bitter.

He drummed his fingers on his glass-top table, listening to the echo against the cold stone walls of his little antechamber. Maybe he’d decorate the walls at some point soon.

TFC shrugged, and opened his comm. Hopefully one of the other Hermits had some coffee beans. He wiped the stone dust off his screen, and held down the three buttons to switch it on. Yes, he kept his comm strapped to his arm like almost every other player with some semblance of sense. No, he refused to let the damn thing be awake for any longer than it needed to be. The Hermits were chatty folks, and when TFC was deep in his mines and deep in thought, the last thing he needed interrupting his musings was a million buzzing noises as Cleo and Jevin got into a slapfight in the general chat.

TFC’s personal logo flashed across the screen (the three letters of his name in red, natch) and he took another slurp of his bitter coffee, wrinkling his nose. The comm beeped, and TFC opened the group chat and tapped out a quick message.

<Tinfoilchef> anyone got any more coffee? I’m clean out.

He put his comm down, and took another swig.

And waited.

TFC frowned. He was a patient man by nature. The same could not be said of the other Hermits, who were usually falling over themselves to help each other out.

And he hadn’t gotten a reply yet.

It had been a whole ninety seconds.

TFC scrolled up in chat, and he sighed, rubbing his face. He sank back in his chair in annoyance.

Of course.

He tabbed upwards, watching things spiral out of control… in reverse.

<Renthedog> THE PAIN! THE PAIN IS INDESCRIBABLE

<Vintagebeef> RUN! THE BOATS! THE BOATS ARE COMING!

TFC rubbed his temples with his free hand, sighing in exasperation. ‘

“Guys, I dug up five stacks of diamonds, don’t make me do this…I don’t want to re-dig those tunnels…” TFC groaned.

And of course the nonsense kept coming as he scrolled farther and farther back. Gee, that last message from Ren was about four hours ago, now...

<Iskall85> HELP GOD THE LOOM’S GROWN LEGS

“Does anyone on this server besides me even know HOW to weave?!” TFC growled, averting his gaze from his pile of unfinished weaving in the corner of the room. It didn’t exist. He couldn’t see it. His WIP’s couldn’t hurt him.

And on and on it went.

“Right, I’ve seen enough.” TFC sighed, “On the bright side, at least I’ll have all the coffee I had a week ago, so there’s that…”

He carefully tabbed through his various screens and menus until he arrived at the one bit of his comm that was set aside for admin functions. Now, TFC wasn’t a server admin. That much was true. But he had slight admin privileges, for one thing and one thing only: server rollbacks.

While, say, Hypno would have had an extensive wall of options, showing his permissions and all sorts of bells and whistles, TFC’s admin console had a text box to input a date and a big red “GO” button.

He looked mournfully at his ender chest, and, with a sigh, keyed in a date one week prior.

And TFC jabbed his thumb on the big red button.

The world flashed white, utterly blinding him, and a second later TFC was deep in the branch mine in a half-finished tunnel, the same spot he’d been exactly a week prior.

Unfortunately, he was still in a comfortable sitting position, resting all his weight on a chair that suddenly wasn’t there, so he immediately toppled to the ground, landing on his ass in an undignified heap.

“Ow.” TFC muttered, sitting up slowly and tapping through his messages.

<Xisuma> oh, we rolled back. Is everyone alright!?

<Tango> Mumbo you are BANNED FROM TIME TRAVEL

<MumboJumbo> It wasn’t me this time! I mean it was. But blame Zedaph!

<Zedaph> ME?! No! Blame Cub! Cub gave me the doodad!

TFC rolled his eyes and typed out a message.

<Tinfoilchef> Does anyone have any fresh coffee beans?

Silence.

No messages. No new complaining. As all the hermits re-read TFC’s words and soaked them in.

Finally, Cleo broke the silence.

<Zombiecleo> TFC. How many times did you re-use your last filter of grounds.

<TinfoilChef> eh, six? Seven?

<Zombiecleo> are you telling me we’d all still be in shuttlecock hell if you hadn’t gotten sick of the taste of reused coffee grinds?!

<TinfoilChef> Pretty much, yeah

<TinfoilChef> anyway

<TinfoilChef> does anyone have some fresh coffee?

#magnetar writes #Hermitcraft fic #TFC fic

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hookhausenschips · 6 months

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Can I request Hook dating an upcoming female wrestler, like how proud he would be when she wins her first championship?

YES!! I am so sorry if this isn't the best.

Word count: 1,390

Y/N’S POV Scrolling through my phone backstage I adjust my headphones getting into the zone for my match. Tonight is Full Gear and I am in a four way match for the TBS Championship alongside Kris Statlander, Julia Hart, and Skye Blue. Everyone was watching the current match between Darby, Sting, Adam Copeland, Christian, Luchasaurus, and Nick Wayne. I decided to go to Twitter and just scrolled through the fans talking about tonight. Out of the corner of my eye I notice someone coming towards me. I immediately recognized the cologne, my heart rate speeding up. Locking my phone, I looked towards the man and smiled, “Hey what’re you doing here?” I asked. Usually he was in his locker room or in a random hallway listening to music. He shrugged, “I was told you were in here. What’s on?” He asked, pointing at my phone. I clicked the power button making the screen illuminate. ‘Nuketown’ by Ski Mask shown on the screen. He nodded, “Ready for your match?” I shrugged, “I mean it’s not my first time having a shot at a championship. I have some nerves but I trust the girls.” I answered while opening my arms. He smirked, “Something you want?” I rolled my eyes at his smugness. “Tyler just give me a hug and kiss already before I put you in Redrum for once.” He laughed and finally did what I asked.

I smiled into the kiss. Kissing him always made my mind spin, he was addicting in every possible way. Pulling away I pouted, “Why’d you stop?” I asked. He smiled, his dimples appearing for a short second, “I have to get to Guerilla for Orange’s match. I’ll come see you before your match, okay?” I sighed, “You better. Now one more before you go.” I point to my lips. He rolled his eyes playfully now full on grinning. He leaned back down and gave me a peck on the lips. I opened my eyes and glared, “What the fuck was that? Kiss me like you mean it champ.” I grabbed his hoodie and pulled him to me kissing him. He pulled away, “Okay now I have to really go.” He said but making no point to move from my embrace. “Better get to walking then.” I smirked as he kept his eyes trained on my lips.

I made my way to the Guerilla with HOOK now waiting for the next match to end. We stood watching the tv hung on the wall. I began to stretch my arms and get the blood flowing to keep my body warmed up. Soon enough we heard the bell ring, Ricky and Bill still the tag team champions. I stood up and Tyler placed his hands on my face cupping my cheeks, “You might act like this is no big deal but I am so proud of you. From the beginning to now and even in the future I will always be proud of you, go out there and show them why you’re the next champion.” He spoke before kissing me. I nodded and squeezed his arm before a technician said it was my time. My music played as I headed through the tunnels to do my entrance. Once making it to the ring, I could feel the energy from the crowd and the situation really began to sink in.

Julia and I were laid out on the outside of the ring. Kris had Skye in the ring ready for the pin. I tried to shake the fog from my brain after being suplexed on the ground. I seen Julia jump up into the ring shoving Kris out once Skye was laid out on the mat. Julia went for the pin but was stopped as I jumped into the ring and stomped on her. Skye laid there motionless, Kris nowhere to be found. I grabbed Julia and gave her some chops. We went back and forth, I was slowly losing my patience. She flung me into the ropes but as she ran towards me I grabbed her and put her into Redrum falling onto my back. I could hear the crowd screaming and then the ref began to tap my arm to get me to release Julia. She tapped! I threw her off of me and the emotions started to overwhelm my senses as the crowd chanted my name. “And your new TBS Champion, Y/N!!!” The ref held my arm up and handed me the championship. I could feel the tears pouring down my face. I held my neck as I raised the championship above my head. Soon enough music that was not mine began to play, I looked to the ramp after wiping my tears and seen that it was Tyler and Taz walking down to the ring. I smiled as they joined me in the ring. Taz pulled me into a hug congratulating me knowing how much I’ve worked to get here. He then stepped back and Tyler pulled me into him. We hadn’t really confirmed our relationship to the world outside of the locker room. The crowd cheered thinking it was just friends congratulating each other. He then pulled me into a kiss. I could’ve sworn my ears were going to explode from the crowd screaming. We pulled apart and grinned at each other. Grabbing my arm once more he looked at me nodding. He lifted my arm and his championship as I did as well while Taz clapped looking proud of us both. We then headed backstage.

After receiving congratulations from the locker room the media team wanted to get pictures for the AEW socials. After posing by myself they told HOOK to join me now that everyone knew we were dating. Finally we were in my locker room relaxing watching the rest of Full Gear. Tyler stood up from the couch and went to his bag grabbing something, I assumed was his phone before joining me back at the couch. I could feel his stare burning into my face, “Take a picture Senerchia if you like what you see.” I said, turning to look at him. “I knew you would win. You worked so hard, win after win. Loss after loss, you kept going and showed why you deserved this.” He gestured to the championship laid in my lap. “Careful, I might come for yours next.” I teased. He smiled, “I would love to see you try sweetheart.” I noticed he placed his hand in his pocket. I nodded my chin towards him, “Whatcha got there?” I asked. He suddenly became shy and blushed, “You know I really wanted to wait but I don’t think there would’ve been a better time to ask.” He said as he stood and went to one knee.

My heart stopped. He then pulled out a black velvet box, “Y/N, when I first saw you when you walked into catering with Skye that day two years ago I knew you were the one for me. That feeling grew the more I grew to know you and seeing you flourish in the company. You inspire me in so many ways to be a better person and a better champion. I never thought I would find love while being here but yet here you are. You showed me the world in a new light. When I lost the championship to Jack, you didn’t leave me even when I told you to. You told me to suck it up and go get my championship back. Y/N you make me the happiest and luckiest man alive, now seeing you as champion I don’t think I can wait another moment and not ask you this question.” He said as I felt tears well up in my eyes a second time tonight. He grabbed my hand after opening the box showing a beautiful ring, “Y/N, the new TBS Champion, will you marry me?” He asked sniffling. I then noticed he was also crying. “Yes.” I whispered. He smiled, “Yeah?” I jumped up, “Yes! Yes! Yes! I will marry you!” I screamed. He stood up then placed the ring on my left hand and kissed me whispering words of affection against my lips. Pulling apart I couldn’t stop smiling. What a way to end the night. New champion and now engaged.

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mamibaddie · 2 months

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Warning: 18+ only!! SMUT

Obsessed!Charlie

- Obsessed!Charlie who saw you from afar. Your curly hair framing your face in such a way that compliments your looks. You’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. From that moment on, he was hooked.

- He took notice that you were in three of his classes, so he took full advantage of it and sat as close to you as possible.

- He enjoyed listening to you speak in class. He loved the sound of your voice.

:readmore:

- He also loved how you dressed. Cute bell bottoms, printed dresses, or high waisted shorts were his favorite.

- He thought of what it would be like to go on dates with you. What it would be like to walk you to your dorm. What it would be like to hold you. His thoughts of you were innocent, romantic even. At least at first.

- Then one day you forgot to bring a pencil. So you turned around, moved your curly hair and tucked it back behind your ear and asked, “Charlie, do you have a pencil I can borrow?” He was in awe. You know his name! Did he just dream this? Before it got weird, he was able to snap out of it. “Ye-yeah. Do you need one?” You smiled at him, “please. I’ll give it back to you at the end.” While you were speaking, he rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a pencil. “I-it’s okay. You can have it.” You take it and smile at him. “Thanks Charlie.”

- From that point on, he knew he was done for. All he ever thought of was you.

- It was bad, but it was even worse late at night. When his mind traveled down places his mind should never go.

- He entertained horrible, nasty thoughts. He wasn’t experienced in bed, but he wanted to do everything to you and with you.

- Obsessed!Charlie thinking about what it would be like for you to dominate him. It was his favorite fantasy.

- Obsessed!Charlie wanted you to tell him what a good boy he’s been. That he’s been so good, that he can cum in you, just this once.

- He goes feral at the thought of you punishing him for being too excited and cumming too quickly. He’d have to eat your pussy til you cum five times as punishment.

- He would never get too far into his fantasies before he’s cumming, moans and whines flowing from his mouth.

- That’s when he decides to take matters into his own hands. You have to be his.

#charlie walker #scream 4 #scream fanfic #scream #ghost face #obsessed!charlie walker #obsessed!charlie #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x you #charlie walker x black!reader #dark!charlie walker #dark!charlie walker x reader #rory culkin

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ccbunnv · 4 months

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Could you do a valentines day with Bill? (Fem reader). Just anything really, fluff or smut. Maybe even like an angst that turns into a surprise. Idk just valentines day with Bill. An early thank you if you do it!

happy valentines! i spent it listening to nena n watching edits. hbu?

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 bill x fem! reader fluff

impatiently tapping your finger against your wooden desk, you stare at your phone that has remained as still as a corpse since the time you woke up. there had been no notification, no calls, not even a text from your usually romantic boyfriend.

your heart brewed up a storm. what was he doing? for the past few years you've been with him, he'd always make sure you woke up during every valentine's with a kiss to the forehead, a breakfast in bed, and you both would end it with a nice dinner.

if he had work that day and had to leave early, he would send you a loving text, before picking you up with a bouquet of roses after finishing his work as fast as he could. maybe he was busy?

you left it at that possibility with a sigh. standing up, you walk over to the closet to pick out a shirt. maybe you'll go out and buy some gifts for him. he has been eyeing a certain bracelet, and you wanted to get it for him.

your hands glide from one article of clothing to the next, colours varying from leopard prints to Bill's black and white striped jacket that you borrowed and never returned. you decided on a black shirt, a denim mini skirt and a pair of black converse.

you checked yourself out in the mirror for a couple of minutes, before fluffing up your hairdo, putting on some makeup, and leaving your room. you find yourself walking through the downtown area you lived nearby, watching as couples left and right coddled their partners.

it only made you feel more single. even though you weren't.

you pick up your phone to check it again, to see that Bill has finally left you a text. excitedly, you click into it and read his message. but it wasn't a valentine's message. it was just, "good morning, schatz! sorry for not replying, i'm a bit busy today."

you text back, "it's alright, my love."

you follow the text with, "let's go to that cafe we love afterwards, how about that?"

no reply.

you heave a sigh, and stick your phone into your pocket again. you continue your stride down the area, the scent of roses filling your nostrils as you pass by flower shops that have big sale signs on their storefront windows.

you eventually stop at your favourite cafe, the one you frequent with Bill, and head over to the cashier to get yourself your usual drink. you look up and notice the chalkboard that normally has the day's drink of recommendation to one that says '50% off for every couple!'

great, you lost that 50% off.

"hello miss, how can I help you?" the cashier asks, and you're brought back to reality.

"hi, could I get a (favourite drink)?" you respond, bringing out your purse to pay.

"will that be all?" he questions, and you bring your eyes to the pastry display case beside the counter.

there's an array of sweets, including strawberry cheesecakes and puff pastries with strawberry and custard in the middle. white decorates its top and its surroundings, leading you to wonder how sweet the pastry is with the amount of powdered sugar.

"yeah." you reply, looking back at him.

"okay, your total is 5 bucks." he says, ringing up your total on the register.

you hand him a crisp 5 dollar and he hands you your receipt.

you grab your coffee once it was placed on the pick up counter. you make your way over to one of the unoccupied seats in the corner, watching as couples flirted with eachother at their tables.

the bell rings as another pair walks in and you lift your head to see who it is. your breath hitches upon seeing your favourite ravenette, with a girl hooked on his arm. they laugh and chide, and they place their orders at the cashier.

your heart breaks, your teeth digging into your lower lip until it bled. was this what Bill was so busy with? taking another girl out on a date?

you stand and grab your drink, walking out of the door of the cafe, unwilling to be in the same room as those two. tears prickled at your eyes, threatening to spill. how could this be? he was the most loyal man a girl could ask for.

you come to an automatic stop in front of a toy shop. god, this felt so childish, but there was a giant teddy bear with a pink lacey bow tied around its neck, simply resting there and holding a sign just like the one in the cafe.

you enter the toy shop and a sickening smell of sweet candy floods your entire being. you look around, noticing a lot of people inside, buying small teddy bears for their partners and contemplating on which card to get.

your eyes fixate on the large teddy bear, and you reach out to touch it. the material is soft, the curls of the plush felt warm on your skin, and upon closer inspection, the paws of the teddy bear were heart-shaped. how cute.

you feel slightly better at your encounter with the teddy, and an old lady approaches you soon. she asks, "miss, can I help you with anything?"

"er, yeah." you respond, "how much is the teddy bear?"

"it's 300 dollars." she says with a smile.

you look back down at your purse, and you find that you only have 55 bucks. you smile awkwardly and reply, "actually, never mind."

you leave the shop with a slight sigh, and you notice that the sky has gotten darker since you left yours and his apartment. you decide to return home, since there wasn't anything left for you to do.

you walk home, checking out each restaurant that you passed. the insides were lit with warm lighting, couples dressed in gorgeous dresses as they cheered their glasses of champagne, their hands locked together as they whisper sweet nothings in eachothers ears.

you bring out your phone again, hoping to see at least one message from Bill, but nada.

your mood sours, and you reluctantly return home. as you open the door, you're greeted by a familiar smell that definitely doesn't belong to you. it's some other girl's perfume. you look down, and notice a pair of dior heels that didn't belong to you.

your heart breaks and you simply shut the door, leaving the apartment complex again. the dam finally breaks and tears stream down your cheeks as you stride down the sidewalk. you rub your eyes, trying to remove all traces of you crying.

god, this is all so stupid.

if he wanted to cheat why do it so obviously?

the evening grows into night and the weather turns frigid. you find yourself in a friend's apartment, and she's making you a cup of hot chocolate. thank god she's free, otherwise you wouldn't know where to go and what to do.

she sighs as she hands you the cup of hot chocolate, "girl you look like you're straight out of jennifer's body."

you take the hot chocolate and sips it, unphased by her comment, "I know I do."

"do you really think he's cheating?" she asks, sitting in front of you, "I mean, it just seems so unlikely."

"he rants about you all day long." she says, "if anything, he's crazy for you. why would he cheat now?"

"how the hell am I supposed to know?" you hiccup, pressing your lips against the white cup again and drinking the sweet liquid of comfort.

"he's not on tour, but he doesn't talk to me, text me, call me, and I see him with some brunette on his arm and the whole damn apartment reeks of some other girl!" you sob, wiping the tears away forcefully.

"girl..." your friend sighs, before her phone buzzes and she picks it up.

she looks through it, and then says, "my date's coming over in half an hour. er, do you mind?"

wow, okay, hoes before bros, fine.

you simply nod, despite feeling a little bit betrayed. you stand, finish your hot chocolate, and leave her apartment complex. you drag your feet home and face the door to your apartment once more.

breathing in and out, you start making plans in your head. though you dread going in, you had nowhere else to go. god, if those two were going at it like rabbits you were going to light the bed on fire.

you open the door and notice...no dior heels. the scent of the perfume is much more faint now, and there's soft jazz coming from the living room. you slowly take your shoes off and slide into a pair of house slippers.

you trudge through, and stop suddenly at the romantic display in the living room. rose petals decorate the floors, there's takeout of your favourite restaurant on the coffee table, your favourite movie on the television and cozy blankets on the couch.

the giant teddy bear that you were eyeing earlier now sits at the side of your couch, smiling at you endearingly with a bouquet of your favourite flowers mixed with roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates in its soft paws. you take another look at the coffee table and notice a perfume bottle on it.

it's the perfume you've wanted for so long. that's why it smelled so familiar. your heart throbs as you finally realise what he has been doing.

"schatz?" he calls out from behind.

you turn around to see him smiling at you, dressed in a black shirt and a pair of black and grey plaid pyjama pants.

you begin to sob. that takes him by surprise and he quickly goes over to bring you into his arms, "did I scare you, schatz?"

"oh my god, you're the worst!" you weep, "who the hell even was that girl?"

"you saw us?" he asks, looking shocked.

"of course I did! you both just went into our cafe and you think I wasn't there?" you snap, looking mad but mildly relieved.

"oh, sorry, mein liebling..." he whispers, kissing your forehead, "that was Georg's girlfriend. I asked her for help."

"then why were you both being touchy-feely?" you ask.

"that was just out of reflex, my love..." he says, kissing the sides of your face, "I won't touch any other girl like how I touch you, you know that."

he slowly picks his face up and kisses your lips, "meine schöne frau,"

"you know I love you and only you, right?" he murmurs, his arms wrapping around your waist and bringing you close.

"you ignored me for the whole day..." you respond, sniffling a little.

"I know, it's my fault, but I'm here to pay you back, okay?" he whispers, kissing your neck, "mein schönes mädchen, all mine."

"mhm..." you watch as he pulls away and returns to kiss your lips.

his thumb presses against your cheek and wipes away the trail of mascara down your cheeks, "so pretty."

he kisses your cheek, and says, "you wanna get into something comfier?"

you nod, and he lets go of you. you run back into the room and begin removing your makeup, and then you change into a black slip with pink lace along its rims.

you leave the room after turning the lights off, and upon seeing you, he lets out a soft groan, "meine frau, you're begging me to fuck you in that."

you stick your tongue out at him, and he laughs a little. he walks over, pulling you into his arms as his hand reaches down to cup your butt, "come on, before the food gets cold."

you both cozy together on the couch and he presses start on the movie. the intro rolls in and he kisses you on the forehead, "happy valentine's, schön."

"happy valentine's." you whisper back.

𓆩♱𓆪

#tokio hotel #y2k #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz fluff #angst #valentines day

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small-sinclair · 1 year

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Only Louisiana Knows

@sketchy-rosewitch, here ya go! Let me know if you want a part 2!

A/B/O Sinclair Brothers x child!reader (platonic)

Contains: reader is not a wolf, mentions child abuse (not by brothers), kidnapper is a Hunter, injured reader, gore, blood, murder, not proofread

Lester was the one to notice something was wrong with you while driving towards Ambrose. He could smell it.

Though, out loud, it sounds odd and not good at all, but it’s true. He knew that the man sitting with you wasn’t the best man or the best father. He knew something was wrong when he saw bruises too big for your little body, and there’s not child-like wonder glowing in your eyes when he started talking to you about the swamp creatures. Lester didn’t like the way the man always eyeing your every move and how he glared at you whenever you answered a question. Lester didn’t like it one bit, and he knew his brothers wouldn’t, too.

He pulled up to the station and parked the truck. “I’ll let Bo know yer here.” He hops out of the truck and headed inside. It’ll be fast, he promises himself. He doesn’t want to leave you alone for long.

“Bo?” He called as he entered the front. “Ya here?”

“Yeah!” Bo answered. He was laying under a car with a light on. The radio on the bench was playing 80s rock. “Jus’ a sec!” He pushed himself out front underneath and stands, wiping his hands on his pants, turning the radio off. “Yes, Les?”

“We gotta ourselves a child beater,” Lester answered, stepping in the garage so you and your father don’t hear. In the corner, Vincent closes his sketch book and stands off his stool. He tilted his head a little and nodded Lester to go on. "He has a kid wit'im... a youngling."

Bo stiffened as he crossed his arms. "Did you see anything on the child?"

"Bo, you can smell it."

Bo lifted a brow then looked at Vincent, who shrugged, then back at Lester. "Le’me meet him. I bet I could figure him out." As soon as he finished saying those words, the bell to the door open and closed. The smell of burnt leaves and cedar filled the air, but the sweet scent of cherry and vanilla followed. "I'll be righ' there!" Bo shouted as he tossed the rag to the side. "Vince, head to the basement and listen close if I need ya."

He gets a nod from the other alpha and slips away towards the tunnels underground. He spares a glance before leaving, clicking the door behind him softly.

Lester led the way out as Bo followed, fixing his hat as he walked. Standing by the front door, Bo saw the man and tried to to recoil at the smell. Lester was right: it didn't smell right nor look good. He didn't like how the man kept the child close, and he didn't like how the kid didn't look at anything or tried to talk. What is the kid? Four or something? When he was that age, you could never shut him up! Still, Bo gave a nod at man along with a welcoming grin. If he could figure the man out and get him far away from the kid, that'll be the best for both him and the town. He doesn't want a child beater part of his mother's dream, her waxed pack.

"Apologies for the wait," Bo said. "What can I do for ya?"

"Car blew a flat," the man said. Shit, even the way he talks and the smell of his breath made Bo want to throw-up. "Me and my kid need to get going soon."

"Of course," Bo nodded. "Les? Get the keys to the tow and bring the car. I can see what I can do." He turned to the side and opened his arm. "I have some tires back here if ya wanna see 'em? Easier for you to pick, ya know?"

Lester takes the keys off the hook and looks back at Bo with a concerned look. Bo waved him off shyly, giving him the reassurance that everything will be okay. Bo wasn't going to do anything to the kid, to you.

You stood still as you hugged your stuffed gray wolf closer to your chest. The mechanic held out his hand towards your father and said, "Name's Bo."

"Harry," he shook Bo's hand. "Look, I don't mean to come off as a bother but--"

"No bother at all, sir," Bo flashed an award-winning smile. "Was just fixin' t'breaklines on a car." Then he turned his attention towards you. "Does jounir wanna sucker? I got som' lollies."

He seemed to be asking you and not your father, but you know better than to talk. As much as you want to say yes, you saw the glare form your father and shook your head. You didn't want to be more in trouble than you have to be.

"Okay, kiddo," Bo said, turning on his heels. "The kid c'n stay up here. Shop's too messy for a kid to be walkin' around." Then Bo turned to you and nodded at a chair. Gladly, you took your seat. After climbing up, sat your stuffed wolf, named Wolfie, next to you. Bo smiled slightly then turned back to your father. "Come 'is way."

As Bo and your father left, your legs dangled over the chair, so you started kicking in the air and hugged Wolfie.

He's not really your father, Harry. You know he's not because you were taken from your real parents as payment for something. But he turned around and burned them alive for drinking out of people's necks. You don't do that, but Harry doesn't believe that. He's been referred to as a "hunter", but he doesn't hunt deer or animals... well, he does hunt wolves and people that drink from necks.

It's confusing and hard to follow what he does, so you don't ask. In fact, you don't talk unless he tells you to. Maybe he's scared you'll tell people about the cross-bow in the trunk of his car or about the packets of wolf's bane hidden under the seat? Who's to say, really.

You made Wolfie dance over your knees when you heard your father yelling and something falling to the ground. You hugged Wolfie close to your chest as you slowly slipped off the chair and looked into the doorway. You saw harry with a wrench trying to hurt Bo while Bo...

Bo didn't look the same.

His shirt was ripped as fur stuck out. His blue eyes were brighter and burned in flames of anger. His face was getting longer and larger like his hands and fingers. You watched as his nails grew into claws like a bear as wolf ears poked out of his hair. He pushed Harry back with a long, black and brown tail. You heard his clothing tear and rip until there was nothing left. Bo wasn't a human. He stood tall and proud as a wolf... a werewolf.

You and your stuffie turned, and you bolted out the door as you heard his howl and an echo of a growl, but you didn't go far. You forgot to tie your shoes and tripped on the laces. You fell on face forward and tried to scramble to get away, but you felt a shadow creep over you. Looking up, you saw another werewolf with black thick fur, but it was miss half its face and ear. It looked down at you then leapt over your trembling body through the glass door window. You let out a scream and covered your head.

It's just a dream It's just a bad dream!

Then you heard Harry's cry of agony and death. You heard snarls and growls ripping through Harry’s skin. Then his gun fired, hitting one of them.

Before you knew it, you were scooped up by a large claw and carried away to the other side of the road. The one with one eye and ear placed you down and stood on all fours protectively, it’s fur standing.

Barking loudly, Vincent snarled as it glared forward. How fucking dare he come to his home, to his town, and threaten his family with a gun! It dared to harm you? Hurt you just for being there!? No. Not on his watch. He growled as Harry limped out of the station. He glared at you and the wolf and raised his gun—

“No!” You pushed through the other wolf and opened your arms. “Stop—!”

Stupid child.

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Lester bright the broken car home, but he was speeding the whole way through. He heard the gun shot clear as day and felt his heart tear apart. He pressed on the gas and drove until he couldn’t no more. He parked the car and leapt out of the driver’s seat. The transformation is normal painful, but he found through the pain and was running the rest of the way. He didn’t stop until he saw the child laying behind Vincent as Bo attacked the hunter from behind.

Lester could smell blood as soon as he raced down the gravel road. He watched as Vincent lunged at the man’s chest while Bo aimed for his throat. He heard the cracking of bones and skin ripping, but he didn’t see you move. He grit his teeth as he narrowed in on the hunter and jumped high enough to land on top of his arm.

You heard his body being torn apart violent until there was nothing left of him. You curled up into a ball and clinched Wolfie tighter as you started crying in the fur, flinching at their victory howls over the killed hunter, over Harry.

Lester pushed the body away and rushed towards the curled up child. His pants were ripped as changed back to normal. “Bo! First-aid, now!” He shouted as he slid on his knees next to you. “Kid? Kiddo!?” He glanced over his shoulder then back at you. Letting out a frustrated yell, he picked you up and ran into the station.

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The first thing you felt when you woke up was something soft and warm like fur. Looking up, you found the full-face wolf under you, sleeping soundly with its tail wrapped around you protectively. Panic surged through your body as you pushed yourself up for the wolf, waking it up in the process.

You fell on your back as burning pain from your leg grew like weeds in the summer. It shot up through your little body as you scrambled away from it. You put your arms around your head as you curled into a ball.

“Don’t hurt me! Please!” Fat tears fell from your eyes as you cried out, “Mama! Mama! Papa!” You knew your parents weren’t there anymore. Harry wasn’t there anymore. You were alone. Truly and forever alone. “Wolfe! Where’s-where’s Wolfie!?” Then you peeled through your hands and saw the half-faced wolf inching closer to you. “Papa! Papa, help!”

Bo’s ears lowered as a high-pitched whine escaped. He doesn’t whine. He never does. But hearing you call out for someone that’s gone… what did that hunter do to you? He didn’t like this one bit, but he knew what had to be done. You are a child, a kid… his kid. Vincent’s kid. Lester’s kid. Their child.

You heard nails tapping on the ground and pattering of paws coming closer to you. Then your arm was nudged by a nose. A dog's nose. you opened your eyes and met the brightest blue eyes and blackest fur you've ever seen. The werewolf lowered himself down onto his stomach and whimpered softly as he nudged your arm again. He digs his nose under your arm until your arm was resting on his neck. His blue eyes were hurt and sorry as if he felt your pain.

From behind, the other joined as well. The wolf lowered himself on the floor next to you and curled around you like like a dragon protecting its hoard, its tail covering you like a blanket. It whimpered like the other did as it came closer to you. It’s burning blue and green eye focused on you and your fears. How Vincent wished to take away your pain.

Lester’s feet hurried over the wooden steps but slowed when he saw his brothers and you together. He softened as he came towards the little pile, but slowed when Bo glared at him as if he did something wrong. So he knelt besides Vincent and offered a friendly smile. “Heya, sweetness,” his voice was so light and careful. “How ya feelin’?”

All he got from you was a chocked out sob and a cry.

“Yeah, I reckon much,” he sighed sadly. “But, hey, listen,” he made sure to move so you’re right in eye sight of him. “I patched up your stuffy an’ washed it good.”

“Wolfie?” You murmured hopefully.

He nods. “Yes. Wolfie is okay. Jus’ hang dryin’.” He looked between his brothers and back at you. “Do ya wanna sleep somewhere more comfortable? Made a bed for ya.”

“Wolfie?”

“Yes, little bit,” he chuckles. “Wolfie will be there.”

Bo nudged his head against yours as if he’s reassuring you. What else can you do? Nodding, you allowed Lester to pick you up. He was gentle enough so your leg doesn’t start bleeding.

Bo and Vincent followed Lester but stopped at the bottom of the steps. Mama never liked it when they went upstairs with dirty paws. Hold habits die hard with the Sinclairs. Vincent laid on his paws and watched as his little brother and you disappeared. Tonight was on him, and he’ll never forget it.

As the night went on, Lester didn’t leave your side. He slept at the old writing desk in the broken chair he knew throw out. Vincent stayed at the bottom of the steps and slowly came back to human with ripped clothing and torn shoes, maskless. The two stayed at the house with you while Bo took care of Harry.

He took his body and filled his ripped stomach with stones until it sank in the swamp with the gators. Before he did that, he took his hunter’s ring and notebook in his back pocket. The little black box was filled with names and addresses of other hunters, and that made Bo smile wide. He stood over the torn body and took a few photos to send to the hunter cove as a warning to stay away from Ambrose, but he hoped they came. He wanted blood for what he did to that child. He wanted their hearts in his jaw. Bo wanted to make them fear him—

Then he thought of you and how you curled closed to him. He thought about how small you were and how light and shy your eyes are. Bo sighs to himself and shakes his head. He’ll be a father a true father to you, but he’ll be damned if anyone came close to you. He sunk the body into the water and rowed back to shore. He stepped out and dragged the boat on land. He knelt down and washed the blood off his hands in the blessed swamp waters.

No one will find him. It’ll be between him, the swamp, and the other spirits that haunt these waters.

Only Louisiana and her ruby fields will ever know.

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hotgirlgraps · 9 months

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i just had this fic idea where hook & the reader get into a really bad argument but the reader has a match where she later gets really badly injured and without a second thought he runs out and helps her out & it’s all fluffy and stuff like that <3

I love it! enjoy babes!

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You’ve been bickering all day long over everything and anything. The coffee from Starbucks tasted off and it was somehow your boyfriend’s fault. He left his sunglasses at the hotel and found some way to blame you for it.

You were both in bad moods and taking it out on each other simply because it was easy to do, but after all day long of the constant back and forth, things started to escalate a little more.

“What is your problem today? Ever since you woke up this morning you’ve just had such a bad attitude!” You snapped at him, watching as he puts the car in park and stares blankly out the window.

“Hello? I’m talking to you, Tyler.”

He inhaled a deep breath and held it, attempting to keep his aggravation strictly internal, but you were pushing him.

“Okay, I guess you’re just gonna act like I’m not sitting right here trying to talk to you.” You scoffed as you grabbed the door handle, about to open it, but he had it locked from his side.

You rolled your eyes. “Unlock my door.” You groaned, but he didn’t acknowledge you. He kept his eyes on the car right next to his as he stared out the window.

“I have a match tonight and I need to get ready, Tyler. Unlock my damn door!” You didn’t mean to shout, but you were so aggravated and irritated and couldn’t help it.

“Do you ever get tired of yelling at me?” He finally spoke up, tearing his eyes off the car beside him and cutting them at you. “You’ve been doing this shit all fucking day, y/n! Are you ever gonna just calm the fuck down?!”

“Me?!” You slapped your hand over your chest. “What about you, Tyler?! You woke up in a bad mood and been taking it out on me all day, like you always fucking do!”

“Like I always do?” He narrows his eyes. “So I just wake up every morning ready to see what stupid shit we can fight about? I just wait for the opportunity to piss you off so I have to sit and listen to you yell at me for fucking hours? Yeah, okay y/n.” He scoffs and turns his head away from you.

“I mean thats kind of what it seems-“

“Go get ready for your match.” He cuts you off, pushing the unlock button, not even sparing you a glance. You rolled your eyes again and opened up the door, sliding out of your seat and forcefully slamming it just to make your point.

He sat in the car for an extra hour just trying to calm down. He needed a little time to decompress after all the arguing the two of you did that day, but he glanced down at his phone and noticed the time, knowing your match was happening soon and he just wouldn’t feel right if he let you go out there in the kind of mood you were in, knowing you probably wouldn’t be focusing on your match like you should.

So, he searches for you when he gets inside, sends a few texts that he already knows you’ll ignore, and asks a couple people if they’ve seen you, but has no luck finding you until it was too late.

He could hear it backstage when your music hit and even though he was making fast strides, he couldn’t get to you in time.

He ended up in the viewing room with the plan to meet you as soon as you walk back through the tunnel and hope you’ll be feeling a little less mad at him after your big win.

He stared at the screen but he could already see clear as day that you weren’t focused on the match. He could tell that you were falling behind in the pacing of some of your moves.

He was stepping side to side anxiously, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he intently watched your every move, but the second you botched a finisher and crashed down into the canvas, he didn’t even wait for the officials to call off the match before he was rushing out the door.

Your neck was stiff and head pounding as you stared up at the referee. The bell rang and the medics came swarming in almost immediately, surrounding you as they all asked you an abundance of questions you didn’t have the strength to answer.

You heard the crowd pop out of nowhere, the sound making your ears ring before you heard your boyfriend’s deep voice over everyone else’s.

“Let me through!” He shouts before he appears above you. His eyes are wide as he scans your face. He wants to touch you but he’s scared to.

Your head starts to spin and so does your vision, so you screw your eyes shut, and just watching you wince at the pain was cracking his heart right in half.

“Come on, we need to get her out of this ring. Now!” He barks orders at the medics. One guy leans down and tries to wrap his arm underneath your neck to bring you up, but the second you shout out in pain, Tyler stops him all together.

“You do know she landed on her fucking head, right?” He shouts at the guy before you feel a gentler arm slowly slipping underneath you. You feel the ends of locks of hair ticking your cheek and hear Tyler’s soft whisper before he carefully lifts you up.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m right here. I got you.”

You peer your eyes open, seeing the evident fear that he’s trying so hard to mask, but he can’t help it. He slowly rises to his feet and holds you tight against his chest.

You can’t keep your eyes open for too long before your head starts to pound all over again, and he watches as you tuck your face in his hoodie in an attempt to keep the room from spinning once more.

“My head hurts so bad. Please just get me away from all this screaming and the lights and-“

Before you can finish he heads straight out the ring and up the ramp, holding his palm against your ear to try to muffle the noise for you.

He brings you back to the medical room and lays you down as gently as he possibly can, holding your hand tight as he finally lets the medics take over.

He watches their every move, making sure they don’t hurt you anymore than you already were. You give his hand one tight squeeze and feel him squeeze back.

“I’m right here baby” he whispers as he leans down to place a kiss to your temple. “Not going anywhere, I promise.”

He keeps his eyes on all the hands that land on you, waiting for someone to make one wrong move, but luckily for them, they don’t.

“No signs of a concussion, but we should probably get her to the hospital just to make sure.” One of the medics tells another. “I’ll pull the ambulance around.”

“Ambulance?” You groan, feeling his hand squeeze yours twice. “I have to go to a damn hospital tonight?”

“I’ll take her.” Tyler speaks up, standing up and grabbing his keys out of his pocket.

“It’s best if we take her in the ambulance.” Another medic chimes in. “That way if anything were to happen, we’re prepared.”

He heard you groan again and sighs, leaning back down to place another kiss to your forehead.

“It’s alright, baby. I’ll be with you. And I know you’re probably still mad at me, and you can yell at me all you want to later. Right now, we need to just make sure everything’s okay.”

You glanced up at him, the slightest, faintest smile ghosting your lips for a split second, but it made his heart flutter when he saw it.

“Kinda hard to still be mad when you’re being a superhero right now.” You managed to chuckle, making him do the same.

“That’s what I’m supposed to be, baby. I’m sorry I let you go out there without making things right first. I know you weren’t focused on your match and that was all because of me.” He softly spoke, doing his best to keep the conversation between the two of you, even though other people filled your space.

“Don’t apologize ty, it’s not your fault. I just made a mistake.”

“I did too.” He mumbles, “and I’m never letting you walk out to that ring without kissing every inch of your face first, ever again.”

One of the medics stifled a laugh when he heard that, and earned a piercing stare to be shot his way.

“Shouldn’t you be helping your friend get the ambulance ready so my girl can get to the hospital, or do you just not value your paycheck that much?”

The man’s eyes widened before he tightly nodded and headed out the door, leaving two more guys in the room with you and Tyler, but they quickly shot each other looks and filed out too.

“You don’t always have to scare people, you know.” You tell him, but you couldn’t help but smile at the way he was always no-nonsense when it came to you.

“Sometimes it’s the only way to get things done around here, baby.” He shrugs as he brushes some of your hair out of your face.

“Can’t argue with that.” You say, watching as he quirks a brow and an amused looks crosses his face.

“Not arguing with me for once?” He teases, “actually agreeing with something I say? wow, I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Don’t test me, ty.” You point, earning a wide, boyish grin to play on his face.

“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t, baby. That’s how I say I love you.”

“I can think of a million other ways you can say that.” You raise your brows, sending him a pointed look.

“Yeah?” He smirks. “Well when we get back from the hospital you can teach me all of them.”

#hook aew #aew hook #hook x reader #tyler senerchia #hook imagine #hook nation rise

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elcpsstuff · 5 months

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Angsty? Okay.

How about some right person, wrong time stuff? Maybe reader feel first, like 8, but he just think of you like that, so you kept it to yourself. Then one year, since you love the idea of love, reader constantly gets into relationships, whether is good or bad, a serial dater. Finally, Conrad develops feelings, but also sees your dating history and is like “damn no chance”. Then more right person, wrong time trope. He gets a gf, reader pins, vice versa. 💕

The Right One // Conrad Fisher

synopsis: in which Conrad Fisher was the right one who never came at the right time.

a/n: i’m sorry guys.. it’s angst.. part 2? I’m planning it cuz this is sad. also sorry for being so inactive lmfao more coming soon! i’ve been working on my writing :) also lana del rey (specifically how to disappear) was the mood for this :0

warnings: in this fic, y/n is very traumatized. not only is she insecure and feels her love will always be unreciprocated, she is dealing with loss and her mind is scrambling. It will get much better as the story and part 2 comes. :)

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There was many things in my life I knew, one of them being I had only loved one boy. Conrad Fisher. He was everything and nothing I could ever have at the same time.

Every year I would go to cousins beach, and right next door the Conklins and Fishers lived beside me. That was something I knew would never change.

Until everything did.

“Are you even listening to me?” Belly’s voice rang through my ears, but I wasn’t listening. My eyes were focused on the boy in the pool with Steven and Jeremiah.

“hm?” I looked at Belly who was anything but pleased with me, “oh, yeah.. sorry bells, what’s up?”

Belly’s mouth formed a sad smile, “You never told him.” I knew what she was saying but played the dumb and oblivious role. “Don’t look at me like that, yn. you know what I mean.”

I shrugged, “There was nothing to ever tell.”

There was. I just never did.

Falling for Conrad Fisher at eight years old was never the plan. But the heart wants what it wants.

I had been sitting on one of my mom’s new fancy pool chairs outside that she got for the house when a football bounced down on my pavement.

Immediately following, a boy peaked his head above the fence. He had a smirky type of mouth, one that made you want to kiss him. I had read enough romance novels to pin point that.

“Hey..” He sounded awkward and far off, and I could tell he was embarrassed. “My brother has a really bad throw.. could you maybe toss it over?”

I nodded, too afraid to speak. He was so… pretty.

I picked up the ball and attempted to toss it over, but the farthest it went was the bottom of the fence, and then to the ground. Crimson red took over my face immediately.

“Sorry.. i’m not really a football person.”

He laughed, and something about it seemed genuine. “How come i’ve never seen you around before?”

“We just bought the house. First summer here..” I awkwardly swung my foot back and forth, mentally cursing my social anxiety for being so bad.

“Nice.” He nodded, and there was a quick moment of silence before he added, “Well, maybe you could come over? I’m sure Belly and the boys would love you.”

And that was the beginning of something so wonderful and hideous at the same time. If only I knew.

“Anyways, are you bringing Matt to the party tonight?”

Matt.

Matt was another one of my soon to be failed hook ups. I wanted something real, but everything seemed to be a fail. Could that be because they weren’t Conrad? Maybe.

I loved the idea of love. Hell, I’d read so many romance books and listened to countless music albums and hyped it up. Yet, when the one I wanted didn’t want be back, I plummeted.

It’s not that I didn’t like any of my hookups. They were good, in that way. But as a connection? No.

“Yeah, he’ll be there.” My voice could tell Belly a million things.

“yn.”

“Yes?”

“I’m worried about you.” Belly shuffled into the seat next to me and grabbed my hands. “You say you’re fine, but I know you. It’s killing you inside, I know it is.”

It is. I’m dying inside. “I’m okay. Really. Tonight we’re gonna have some fun, okay?” I squeezed her hands to reassure her, and she nodded with hesitation.

“If you say so.”

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“How about we get out of here?” Matt’s hand snaked around my waist and I grimaced. I needed more alcohol.

“Yeah, just give me a minute.” I lied, running through the crowd before anyone could say anything. Particularly, judgy Conrad who hadn’t liked any of my hookups.

Fate wasn’t on my side today.

“Hey!”

I turned around to see Conrad walking over to me. He looked so innocent and pretty; I wanted to smack him. I had loved the boy all these years and him being oblivious had turned to me resorting to hook ups. I was no better than my mother.

“You here with me?” Conrad waved his hand in my face and I faked a smile. My thoughts didn’t matter.

“Sorry, I was just grabbing a drink.”

Conrad sighed, “where’s Matty?”

I rolled my eyes, “His names Matt. And we’re about to get out of here.” I regretted the words right away because it would only push Conrad farther from me.

“y/n/n, why are you with guys like him? They’ll only ever prove to be bad for you.” He touched my arm softly, burned. I wanted to say you, idiot!

“What’s it to you? I saw nicole around here somewhere.”

Conrad rubbed his forehead, clearly running out of patience. “Nicole is my friend.”

“You didn’t look like friends.”

“Screw off, okay? It’s not my fault you’re bitter about how much you’ve changed. Everybody can see it.” His words hurt because they were true. I was different, but that was only because everything around me changed.

My mom couldn’t care less about me and my dad is somewhere in the world traveling with his new twenty year old girlfriend. My brother is gone. Gone.

The color drained from Conrad’s face, “I didn’t mean—”

“Excuse me, I have to get back to my classless hook up.”

With that, I walked away, but I didn’t go back to Matt. The tears burned as I locked myself into the bathroom upstairs, away from everybody.

I knew I had changed, I hated it even more than they did. Flashes of the car that killed my brother strayed in my mind and kept me up at night. My brother. Only two years older than me but my everything. Tate. I missed you. I miss you. Come back—

“yn, please open the door.” Conrad’s voice swept through my anatomy like sweet honey. Except I remembered what I wanted from him would never be possible.

No, instead, I would be forced to tolerate it. Tolerate what could never be mine.

“Go away Conrad.” My cheeks were littered with tears.

“Come on, y/n/n.. I didn’t mean it. You know I love you.”

But not like I want you to.

“I just miss you, what we had. We all used to be so close and after— I know. Okay? I miss him too. I know everything fell apart when he died and I fucking miss him too. But this isn’t the answer, just— let me love you.”

You can’t love me like I want you to.

I heard a sigh, and then footsteps faded. Then, and only then, the tears continued and didn’t stop until I couldn’t anymore.

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I loved her. Her sweet angelic voice and her beautiful laugh. A laugh I could recognize anywhere. Even in a crowded room of hundreds. It was hard to miss.

Would she ever love me the way I wanted her to? Maybe not. But I still wanted her, in any way I could. Hearing her racked sobs at the party last night hurt. I wanted to hug her and tell her it was okay.

I knew I was harsh. Everybody knew it. I hated the boys she went home with though, who never treated her like she deserved. My sweet, sweet y/n/n. If only she saw herself the way I did.

That morning, I went to the guest room, where I know she had stayed. Nights like that resulted in Belly inviting her over instead of letting her go to her own house, in far of what might happen.

I knocked on the door slowly, “Yn? It’s me. I’m not here to fight— I just want to talk.”

Nothing.

“yn?”

Nothing.

I sighed, loosing patience. I wouldn’t play this game anymore. I opened the door quickly and my mouth dropped to see a guy in her bed. He had shorts on, thank gosh, but his chest was bare.

“What the fuck?”

I could hear disheveled noises coming from both of them and once she realized what was happening, she looked scared. mortified.

“Conrad—”

“I apologize and this is what you do? Really? Get with some fucker?”

“Conrad.” She said, more stern but with hurt. I stepped back, knowing my fucking jealousy had gotten in the way once again. It always did.

“Ah— fuck, my head.” The guy slurred, clearly half drunk. I didn’t want to hear it. Any of it. I was sick of loving someone who could never be mine.

“I’m not doing this.”

“Conrad—” She cried, but she would never be mine.

I left before she could say anything else.

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I fucked up, again.

Joshua— (I think that’s his name?) left shortly after Conrad’s uproar. I hated that he saw, mainly because I was in bed with somebody who wasn’t even Matt, the guy I was talking to.

I went downstairs with the intention to apologize, and heard something else.

“Don’t say that, you know she’s going through things.” It was Belly’s voice.

“It’s just hard, Belly. We’re all going through it, but that doesn’t mean she can just go around with other guys who want to try it on her.”

My heart broke. Not only did he not like me, but he thought low of me.

“Connie, you know she wouldn’t be doing this if you were there for her. She’s always loved you.”

I winced.

“Bullshit, Belly. She doesn’t care about anybody but herself. I thought— that maybe we could— it doesn’t matter. She already has a terrible reputation so i’m not getting involved.”

Oh.

There was no way he loved me, but that didn’t mean he had to humiliate me.

I took the next train out of cousins that day.

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IM SORRYYYYYY- there will be a part 2 and possible part 3? lmk what you guys want! :))

#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #belly conklin #conrad x reader #team jeremiah #tsitp #love #summer love #conrad fisher fic #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher fanfic #tsitp conrad

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rehfan · 6 months

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Adam and Eve on a Raft

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

A/N: Inspired by the Bob Seger song “Turn the Page”

Corroded Coffin just stumbled into the diner where you’ve found yourself at 3:36am. You were tired of driving and starved. The 24-hour greasy spoon seemed like a good option. Seems as though the boys in the band thought the same.

…

The four men, plus six more including two older gentlemen you assumed were their drivers, clearly exhausted, sat down loudly with scraping chairs, pushing tables together, voicing complaints about the hour and their hunger and their exhaustion but Grant had to eat because he’s diabetic and Jeff is starving having missed dinner between sound check and the show itself and Gareth and Eddie both needed some grease on their stomachs after all they drank at the after party and this is more than you thought you’d ever get to know about the band you’ve loved for the last 3 years.

They had been together since high school, a decade back, but their fame hit with their third album. You were hooked at first listen. You knew their names and the instruments they played. Your favorite was Eddie and you hated yourself for it because EVERYONE liked Eddie.

You had an ideal view of him from the moment they entered. Your eyes went wide as they followed him from the door to his chair. He faced you now, thankfully partially hidden behind Jeff’s body, because if he wasn’t, your open-mouthed stare might have alerted him to your presence. You schooled your look into one more disinterested and ambivalent even though your heart was racing in your chest.

You focused on your food and the book you had brought along to keep you company on your cross-country journey. But the book wasn’t as absorbing as Eddie’s eyes and tired laughter. You couldn’t hear every word he was saying precisely, but the timbre of his voice drew you in as well. God, he was mesmerizing.

The waitress came over to them and took their order.

“I’ll have what the lady over there is having,” said Eddie, gesturing at you with the laminated menu.

She turned to you. You were speechless. You stared at Eddie and your mouth went dry. You heard her voice the order like a litany as she jotted it down: “Bowl of red, extra Wisconsin, a Jack Benny, and a white cow. Okay. Next?” but you couldn’t break the stare with him. He winked and cocked his head, smiling at you.

He’s smiling at you. AT YOU. Smile back, you idiot!

You managed a quick grin, blushing hard as you continued eating.

A trucker across the diner spun off his chair at the counter and, giving the crowded table a disgusted look, paid for his meal at the register. You could see he had something to say about the boys and their roadies. He was itching to say something. Some of the others - including Eddie - picked up on it. And then he did.

“Can’t tell the girls from the boys anymore these days, can you?” he said to the waitress cashing him out. He tipped his hat to her, gave them another glare, and left with a “damn shame” under his breath as the door bell jingled.

Eddie rolled his eyes. Everyone grumbled and shook their heads. Gareth as the only one that found his voice properly. “I didn’t hear his daughter complain about my hair last night.” This got a few laughs. Including a giggle from you.

Eddie caught your eye again. Dammit. Those eyes just took the soul from your body. You felt yourself blush again.

There was a jukebox in the diner. You fished out a quarter and plunked it into the slot after finding a perfect song for just this situation. As you sat back down, you caught Eddie staring at you again. With more courage than you actually felt, you smiled as the saxophone solo rose in what you hoped was a familiar melody.

It was.

Eddie’s grin grew as all the men at the table either smiled, waved, applauded, gave you a thumbs-up, or some combination of all. You giggled and gave a small bow. Soon, the boys were singing it. When the song ended, so did your repast and you waived the waitress down as she came back from serving up the men their food order.

“I just need the check,” you said.

“Oh don’t worry about it, dearie. The long-haired gent with all the tattoos already paid for you.”

You gave Eddie a pleasantly surprised look. He gave you a full smile this time, all flirting gone now and replaced with a friendly respect and accompanied by a simple nod. It was your turn to tilt your head, smile and wink. He laughed, delighted with you.

Eddie Fucking Munson thinks you’re cool!

You rose to leave and gave him a wave as he took a bite of his food. He nodded at you again which made your heart skip.

The crisp cold Colorado air gave you the shivers and you made to step off the curb into the lot when the door’s bell rang from behind you. You thought you had left something behind that the waitress had spotted but when you turned, there was Eddie Munson standing not two feet from you. You could have reached out and touched him, he was so close.

His breath made fog in the air as he asked, “You left before I could ask. So? Any recommendations on desserts?”

“I didn’t really have any.”

“But you’re a local, right? Know the menu?”

“No. I’m just passing through. Like you.”

This had to be the weirdest conversation you had ever had with anyone, never mind Eddie “the Rockstar” Munson. “Sorry I can’t be of more help.”

He shrugged. “Just my luck. I meet the girl of my dreams and she doesn’t even live here.”

“What?” Your voice had no affect. The word tumbled out of your face and fell SPLAT! on the ground between you. “I uh… I mean, sorry. I um…”

His blush was beautiful. The cold has put roses in his cheeks, but a creeping crimson came up his neck and pinked up his ears. “Sorry. That was lame. True! But lame.”

You continued to give him a puzzled look. He pointed to your book by way of explanation. “At first it was you sticking up for us by playing that song. Then it was your excellent taste in diner food. And the thing that did it? The final twist of fate that rocked me? You’re reading ‘Lord of the Rings’. I don’t even know your name, but I think I want to know who the hell you are before I let you leave this parking lot. That sound cool?”

“That sounds way cool,” you answered. You extracted a pen from your purse and wrote your name and number on his forearm. “Call me when you’re in Providence. I’d love to show you my hometown diner. I practically have their dessert menu memorized. And it’ll be my treat.”

“We don’t hit Providence for about a month on this tour, but it’s a deal,” he replied, saying your name with a tone in his voice that made you see God. “Drive carefully.”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely,” you said as he kissed your knuckles, “I have to now! I gotta buy a guy a dessert in a month.”

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#eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader #should i keep going?#writing #fanfic #joe quinn #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagine #Adam and Eve on a Raft #diner meet-cute

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devilat-thedoor · 8 months

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What Is and What Should Never Be Ch. 4

A/N: I know this one took awhile and i’m sorry. life has been life-ing😅 I don’t know if anyone has really noticed or cared, but for each chapter, I’ve linked a song that heavily inspired the story for me, whether it influenced the specific chapter or just influenced the storyline in general. I’m always listening to music while I write and it’s where i draw a good bit of inspo from. idk. But I really recommend listening to the songs or at least reading the lyrics💖

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. No smut this chapter. Toxic Themes(Fighting/Arguing), A lot of angst and a bit of fluff. Nothing else really? just a general sadness…

…Stay a little longer if you convince me and tell me all the things that you have against me // Every time we make up the truth is fading, everybody’s blind when the view’s amazing...

You pulled the visor down, letting the keys drop into your lap. Your chest felt tight and you fought to keep the tears back, blinking them away as they came. As you turned the car on, you realized that you left your bag beneath the counter and it had your wallet with your license and money and cards, but there was no way you could go back into that place. You looked through the windshield as you put the car in drive and saw Josh barreling through the back door, trying to get your attention. Ignoring his waving hands, you drove out of the lot and went straight home.

“Why are you home?” Bellamy was standing in the kitchen when you came through the door and dropped your keys on their hook, “I thought you didn’t get off until 9?”

You slipped out of your shoes as you turned to her, “Umm. I wasn’t feeling good, so J- I got sent home…” You walked past her to open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water, “I’m gonna go lay down.”

She caught your arm before you could exit the space, “Don’t lie to me, Y/N. What’s wrong?” She gripped your shoulders, forcing you to face her, “This is the second time you’ve come home upset and I can’t help but think this time also has something to do with Jake. What is it?”

“Bellamy, it’s nothing, I just want to go to bed.” Your voice cracked as you tried to pull out of her hold.

“It’s not nothing. What did he do?” Concern was etched across her face as she stared at you.

You shook your head, trying to hold the tears back again, “He didn’t do anything, Bell, it was me. I fucked up… You told me from the start not to get caught up in them and I didn’t listen. I did this to myself.” You were embarrassed at letting it get to this point. You should’ve just left them both alone and kept it purely professional.

“Hun, I also told you to have fun…” The guilt was creeping over her but it was quickly replaced by her protective nature over you, “Which one of them were you working with? Who’s there now?”

“No. Bell-“

She cut you off, stepping around you to exit the kitchen, “I just want to talk to him. Which one was it?”

Now you were grabbing her arm to yank her back, “Please, Bellamy.” You let out a sigh, “You can’t fight this one for me. I’ll deal with it, I just- Not right now. I wanna forget about it until tomorrow.”

“Okay. Fine.” She released a sigh, nodding her head as she allowed you to exit the room.

You strolled into your bedroom, clicking the door shut, and went straight to your closet. Stripping out of your work clothes, you reached for the one article of clothing that you always sought solace in; Your dad’s old, blue Penn State college hoodie. It was littered with teeny holes and fraying seams, the nittany lion logo peeling away from the fabric, but it still smelled like him. You pulled it over your head, the hem falling to your mid thigh, and held the sleeves over your face to breathe in the familiar and comforting scent.

Grabbing your phone from the dresser, you flicked the light off, crawled into bed and checked your notifications. There was a single message from Josh but nothing from Jake.

Josh 7:21pm: Did i cross a line? What is going on with you and jake?

You 8:02pm: I crossed the line. I’m sorry.

You didn’t wait long enough for a response, just plugged your phone in after turning on Do Not Disturb and laid it facedown. You picked up your laptop from beside the nightstand, opening it up to play some music. After clicking play on a playlist, you put the laptop down beside you and curled deeper into the mattress. The soft organ notes of the first song floated through the room, Cold Heart Killer by Lia Marie Johnson, the lyrics immediately plaguing you with thoughts of Jake.

But my friends keep saying he’s a cold heart killer

Make you crazy, yeah, he’s smooth as liquor

So damn dangerous, I got too close

Oh, I should’ve known better…

You really should have known better but even now, after the constant back and forth, after what he said, the idea of him was still enticing. Pulling the duvet up to your chin, you closed your eyes and willed your brain to conjure up thoughts of anything else, anyone else, but it was no use. Your mind kept wandering back to the night you spent with him, waking up with him, your body longing for the feeling of his draped over it. You gave up on fighting the thoughts and let them run wild until you inevitably fell asleep.

💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿💿

“Y/N…” Bellamy’s hand was on your back, shaking you awake, “Hey, Jake is here to see you.”

A soft hum vibrated from your chest as you peeked an eye open, not quite registering what she was saying, “M’sleeping, B.” You pulled the blanket up over your head to partially block out the morning light but also to make her go away.

She yanked the comforter away, whisper-yelling, “Jake is in the living room…”

You rolled over, wide-eyed, “No. Get him out.” Sitting up, you pulled yourself from the bed.

“What am I supposed to tell him? He knows you’re here, Y/N!”

Now you were yelling in a hushed tone, “Tell him that I don’t want to see him. Tell him that he’s a fucking dickhead! I don’t give a fuck, Bell, just make him leave.” You pointed at the door to get your point across and watched her slip out and pull it shut behind her. Raking a hand through your hair, you let out a sigh and reached to pull your phone from the charger when your door was flinging open.

“Dude, what the hell is your malfunction?!” You heard Bellamy yell before the door slammed shut and drowned out her shouting.

You whipped around, knowing exactly who you were about to face, “Did you not get the message? Leave.”

He stood just a few feet away from you, those stupid sunglasses covering his big, dumb, brown eyes and his annoying, soft mouth drooped into a frown. He lifted his hand, holding your bag up, “You left this at the shop…” He was looking around your room and you weren’t sure if it was just out of curiosity or because he was trying to avoid your eyes.

“And you couldn’t just leave it with Bellamy? You had to bring it to my room?” Your tone was growing louder and you thought you saw him flinch, “Or better yet, why bring it at all, Jake? Why make the special trip down here for a whore? That’s what I am, right?”

“No. Y/N-”

“No? But that’s what you said, hun…” You were sure you looked crazy with your wild sleep hair and angry eyes, “I’m just a fucking whore who gets on her knees for everyone, according to you.” You released a humorless laugh as you turned away from him, “Yanno, my dad always said all a man’s got in life are his balls and his word and he shouldn’t break ‘em for nobody…So don’t take it back now, Jake. Own the fuck up to it.”

“Can we just have a conversation like adults? Are you capable of that or does everything have to be a goddamn fight with you?” He grabbed your shoulder, spinning you to face him again, “I wanted-”

You were cutting him off again, ripping yourself from his touch, “Fuck you! I don’t care what you wanted and you made it blatantly obvious that you don’t care what I want.” Your voice dropped, cracking a bit as your emotions became overwhelming, tears prickling in your eyes., “Why are you here, Jake?” You brought your hands up to your face, trying to stop the tears from falling. When he didn’t answer, you dropped your hands to see him coming towards you. He was grabbing your waist with one hand, the other curling around the back of your neck, as he collided his lips with yours. You instantly melted into him, moving your mouth against his without a thought as your fingers desperately searched for any sliver of his skin they could find. He was pulling you in tighter, his thumb pressing into your hip, when you finally realized what was happening. You flattened your palms on his torso and forced him away, “Stop it- Just-”

“Y/N, please…” He reached for you again, but you threw your arms up, blocking his hands.

“Don’t touch me… I want you to leave.” You could hear your voice shake with every word, but you tried to remain stern, “I don’t want to see you anymore, Jake, just let me be.” You finally started crying, unable to hold it back anymore, “Can you please just leave me alone? I can’t do this anymore, I can’t- I need you to leave.” You sat on the bed, letting your head hang as you stared at the floor, watching the hardwood collect the salty droplets from your cheeks.

He stayed rooted in place for a minute or so and you could feel his eyes boring into you, begging you to just look at him and tell him to stay. You saw his old, filthy vans turn around, followed by the sound of the bedroom door opening, “I didn’t mean it, peach. I’m sorry…” Your head snapped up at his dejected voice, but he was already gone, leaving the door to hang open as he left you alone. Just like you asked…

“God, he’s a real piece of work.” Bellamy came into the room after a few moments and found you crying, “Oh babe…” She rushed to your side, sitting down on the bed to hold you, “What did he do?”

“Bell, I just want my dad…” You leaned into her, letting your tears soak into her shirt, “I d-don’t kn-know what to do.”

She took one of her arms away from you to pull her phone from her pocket, “I know, Y/N. Hang on…” After a few seconds, you heard the facetime calling tone coming from her cell, “It’s not the same, but it’s the best I can do, babe…”

You raised your head just as Bellamy’s dad picked up, “Hey, hon- Oh, it’s both of my girls! How are you guys?” Mr. Cole’s jovial greeting brought a tiny smile to your face.

“We’re okay. Umm… Y/N could really use some advice, dad.” She angled the phone in your direction.

His eyes focused on you through the blurry pixelation, “Awwe, sweet pea, what are you crying for?”

Your heart warmed at the nickname; Your dad graced you with it when you were three years old and took it upon yourself to pick all of the flowers from your mother’s garden. You held them tight in your grasp, running to find your mom on the back porch and presenting what you thought would be a nice gift, Mommy, look what I got for you! When she saw you, covered in soil with fistfuls of the tiny, pink blooms, she was furious. She yelled and threw a tantrum about her precious flowers, but your dad just smiled as he pulled you to the side of the house and turned the hose on to clean your little fingers off. He looked at your mother with a gentle smile and said, “We can always plant more, honey… But this sweet pea? She’s irreplaceable.” He pinched your chubby cheeks and left a soft kiss on your head and the name stuck. Even after a few years of him being gone, Bell and her family still kept the nickname alive for you.

“I really messed up, papa Cole… Dad would be so disappointed with me.” You put your head in your hands again, shaking with soft cries.

“No, Y/N. There is nothing you could ever do to disappoint him.” He paused, only speaking again once you brought your attention back to the phone, “You were the world to him, his perfect, little sweet pea blossom.” His voice held a solemn tone now, “Talk to me about what’s hurting you, honey.”

After a few more sniffles, your eyes flicked to Bellamy and she gave a gentle, reassuring nod. You know she was dying to know what was going on so she could help. You looked down at your fingers, twisting them together as you started to unload on your best friend and her dad, leaving out the moment in the parking garage, for obvious reasons. “...And Jake saw me kissing Josh and he said some really shitty things…and maybe I deserved it, yanno?” You shrugged, confused by your own feelings, “He made me feel disgusted with myself, but I…can’t stop thinking about him. Part of me still likes him and I hate myself for it…And I like Josh too, of course I like him. He’s so sweet and he’s funny and he doesn’t make me insane, but I just-.” You couldn’t find the right words to describe what you were feeling, but Mr. Cole and Bell both listened to your ramblings with no judgment. “God…I can’t even imagine what dad would say.”

You could tell Bellamy had so much she wanted to say, but her dad spoke up first, “I think he would say that you went with your gut and you shouldn’t punish yourself for that. You may have made a few missteps, but that’s life, Y/N. You can either make decisions with your heart or your head, and though the outcomes may be different, neither choice is wrong… Now given what the boy said, I can confidently say that your father would’ve made him eat his words and his teeth.” He released a soft chuckle. It was times like this when you realized just how close he and your dad were. He could form sentences to sound exactly the same way your father would put them, “Girls, I have to get back to work but you can call me later. I love you both.”

“Love you, dad! I’ll call once you’re home, I wanna see mom too.” She hung up the call after you waved bye and mumbled a ‘love you.’

You flung your arms around your best friend, pulling her backwards to fall into the mattress with you, “Thank you for sharing your dad, B…and thank you for just being you. I wouldn’t be able to get through life without you.” You planted a hard peck on her cheek, making sure to pop your lips when you pulled away.

She forced a grimace as he wiped the wet splotch from her face, “Pea, my dad loves you like you’re his own, hell you practically are. I don’t think of it as sharing. You’re my sister, you know that.” She rolled on top of you, grasping your face to return a sloppy peck to the middle of your forehead, “I’m gonna make some breakfast. You hungry?” She popped up from the bed, heading for the door.

“No. I’m gonna shower and try to get my shit together.” You pushed yourself to stand and snatched your phone from the nightstand. The screen illuminated as you pulled the charging cord, showcasing a few text notifications. You pulled the old hoodie off and folded it, tucking it back into the safety of your closet for the next time you’ll need it, and made the short walk to your bathroom. Allowing the water time to heat up, you finally opened the new messages, three from Josh, one from Jake…

Josh 8:11pm: Y/N i wanted that kiss but if there’s something between you and my brother then tell me. Why did he say that?

Josh 8:32pm: Can you at least answer me to tell me you made it home okay? You were crying when you left

Josh 12:02am: Okay I’m trying to give you space but I’m going a little crazy worrying about you Y/N please

A new kind of pain rippled through your chest at his messages and you knew you owed him an explanation.

You 10:56am: I’m sorry, Josh. I didn’t mean to worry you. I made it home and just went to bed early. There was something with me and Jake or at least I thought there was. I never should’ve kissed you the first time, it wasn’t fair to either of you. I’m just really confused about my feelings.

You hit send and swiped out of the thread to read Jake’s single message, only it wasn’t a text, it was a voice message. Your heart dropped into your stomach as you clicked play to listen, his slurred speech coming through the speaker.

Jake 2:35am: *inaudible grumbling* … Youuuu… ha ha…. You really have me soooo *hiccup-burp* so fucked up… I don’t know hoooow you do it, peach…ha ha ha ha…peeeeeach. *glass clattering* You love it when I call you th-that. My sweet pea- *hiccup* My sweet peach… But you’re not miiiiine, are you? Nooooo. Naaaah. You’re too good for me…drive me fucking craaaazy, baby… *childish giggle* You and that goddamn mouth…just love to… press… my but- *droning snore* Shit…*more grumbling* ha ha. She…loves it…

What the fuck…

You listened to it again. And then again. The bathroom was filled with steam by the time you put your phone down and stepped into the shower. His message continued to replay in your head, the nauseating rush of butterflies growing more powerful each time you thought over it. You had him fucked up??? Did he even know what kind of effect he had on you? You finished washing up and pulled a towel around you to go back to your room. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you let his voice play one more time, catching on one thing that hit you with a head rush; Your nickname. Albeit accidental, caught in a boozy hiccup, but it was there. Spoken through Jake’s lips with that intoxicating rasp that made you weak in the knees. But it didn’t matter… None of it mattered anymore because you sent him away, told him to leave you be and that’s what he did. Would you have acted differently if you’d heard his message before he’d shown up? You shook your head, trying to dispose of the thoughts altogether, and started getting dressed.

When you walked into the kitchen, Bellamy was sitting on the counter, eating a bagel, “Hey, babe…” She mumbled cautiously around her bite of food.

You looked up at her as you pulled the fridge open, “What’s up?”

“Would you be like…upset if maybe…Sam came over later?” She lifted her shoulders, bracing for you to tell her that you would absolutely be upset, but it was the complete opposite.

You chuckled at her, “Bell, of course not.” Grabbing a string cheese, you closed the door and leaned on the counter beside her, “I love that weird little guy.” There was a pause and you turned your head to see her smiling shyly as she typed on her phone, “You like him don’t you?”

She looked up at you, her smiling growing, “I think I do, Y/N. Don’t tell him that, I can’t let it go to his head.” She bumped your shoulder with her own, laughing quietly, “We’ve been hanging out a lot when our schedules line up. Most of his classes are either early morning or early afternoon. He goes to CCA.”

“Oh yeah, you said he’s majoring in photography, right?”

“Yeah! He’s actually really fucking talented too…Hang on.” Bellamy held her phone up, opening instagram to find his account, “Look at these pictures, they’re unreal.”

You took the phone from her and scrolled through the array of photos. A mix of landscapes and portraits, even a few wildlife. You were quickly noticing how much he favored film over digital, but nevertheless, his talent was undeniable. Scrolling for a few more seconds, you were about to give her phone back when one portrait grabbed your attention. You tapped on the tiny square to get a full view. Jake. A black hat, wild hair and an intimidating glare, his eyes staring straight into the lens. He looked exactly like the Jake you knew, yet different…younger maybe? You slid out of the app and handed your friend the cell, “You’re right, he does have talent. Those are all amazing.” You looked away, peeling the wrapper from your string cheese.

She clicked on instagram again, the screen popping right back to the photo of Jake, “Don’t do this to yourself, sweet pea… He doesn’t deserve you, not with the way he treats you and definitely not after what he said.” She jumped down from the counter with a sigh, “You have to understand that, babe. You are worth so much more than what he’s reducing you to.”

You wanted to argue, to tell her that he wasn’t the guy she thinks. He was sweet in his own warped and twisted way. She thought he was sadistic…maybe he is…but not always. Not in the way he held your hand or how he always made sure you had lunch when you worked with him. The way his tongue would beg for permission before slipping against your own…But arguing was no use, she made up her mind about him, “Yeah, Bell. I know…I uhh- I’m gonna go get a coffee and maybe check out a few of the local shops.” You turned away and stalked out of the kitchen, wanting nothing more than to escape everything for a bit, “I’ll be back later. Love you.”

After getting your coffee, you wandered through the streets, slipping in and out of different locally owned stores. You found a cute little thrift store that you wound up spending over an hour in, sifting through vintage t-shirts and knick knacks that could be considered relics. When you finally started your trek back home, it was slipping into early evening. The apartment was too quiet when you entered and you found Bellamy napping on the couch. Deciding to let her be, you went into your room and followed suit, stripping out of your clothes to pull on an oversized tee and some boxer shorts, and fell into bed for a nap of your own. You opened your music app and clicked on your ‘Dad’s Favorites’ playlist, being met with the distortion heavy opening of War Pigs by Black Sabbath. Placing the phone on the opposite side of the bed, you snuggled beneath the warm blanket and allowed yourself to drift.

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You woke up to the feeling of your phone vibrating beside your head. Snatching it up from the pillow, you squinted through tired eyes, focusing enough to swipe the button and lay the device over your ear with a groggy, “Hello?”

“Y/N, hey…You answered…”

You shot up into a sitting position, pulling the phone in front of your face to be sure it was who you thought. Slowly bringing it back to your ear, you squeezed your eyes shut, “Josh… What’s up?” You tried to sound normal but you’re sure he could hear the anxiety in your voice.

“I wanted to apologize for not texting you back earlier, the store was slammed all day. We did really good in sales, but the order is gonna be a bitch to put away next friday.” The casual conversation threw you off a bit, but you were lying if you said it wasn’t comforting.

Your nerves eased at his usual joyous tone, “That’s great about the sales, though. And if you need me to come in to help out with the delivery, I’d be more than happy to, Josh.”

“Y’know, I might hold you to that, especially since I don’t know where to pick up with your organizing in the storage room.” You could hear his smile through the phone, but then there was a shift, “Hey, listen…” You braced yourself for what was coming, staying silent, “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable about anything. I like you, Y/N… You’re cool as hell and such a sweetheart. But if there’s business between you and Jake, I’ll step back.”

You released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “I like you too, Josh, really…and not just as my boss, but-” You took a pause, not really sure what to say, “It just that- Jake and me, whatever it is or was…it’s unresolved and I don’t know where we stand right now.” You dropped your voice to a whisper, the bleak shame settling in, “I made a complete mess of everything and I don’t know how to begin to fix any of it…”

“There’s nothing to fix with me, consider the slate clean. As for him… Jake is easy. Just ask him.” He stated it so plainly, like it was the most obvious answer, “I know he wears his bad guy mask pretty well, but it’s just an act. He’s not good when it comes to feelings ever since-.” He stopped like he was about to share something sacred, “He just has a hard time dealing with his emotions. You have to push a bit and he will push back, but he can only fight for so long. I promise, I know exactly how he is.”

“I don’t know…” You fell back against the pillows, talking to Josh like he was your middle school best friend, “He’s so confusing, Josh. Just when I start believing that he likes me, he’s saying mean things or he’s flirting with Olivia. I just can’t help but feel like he only serves to hurt me.” You sat up again, realizing how shitty all of this probably was for him to hear, “Fuck. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

He was quick to shut you down, “Don’t fucking apologize. This is the shit friends talk about. We’re friends, aren’t we?” He let out a breathy laugh and put on a valley girl accent, almost like he was mocking Olivia, “Baaabe, like, you know that, you can tell me, like anyyyything.” When he heard you giggling he broke character, “Okay, seriously, Y/N. Just talk to him and find out where his head is at. If not for yourself, do it for me…If he doesn’t want what you’re selling, I know somebody who’s dying to take it off the market.” He was laughing again, a sweet, melodic sound, “Listen, I gotta get everything cleaned up for closing but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You were smiling wide, feeling the hot blush spread across your face, “See you tomorrow, boss… and thank you, Josh. This- I like being able to talk to you, it’s nice.”

“Feelings mutual, Y/N. Goodnight.” He hung up the phone before you could respond.

Pulling the phone from your ear, you checked the time, feeling a comforting warmth spread through your body. 8:39pm. You slept a lot longer than you wanted to, but you felt great after the conversation with Josh. Flinging the duvet from yourself, you rolled out of bed and heard voices coming from the living room. You stretched your limbs as you remembered that Bellamy invited Sam over and made your way out to say hi. They were both on the couch, Sam leaned back with his bare feet kicked up on the coffee table and Bell, stretched across the cushions, with her legs over his. You stepped closer, making your presence known, “Made yourself right at home, huh, Sam?” You said it with a laugh so he would know you were joking.

“I actually did, yes. The moving truck is downstairs, I was waiting for you to wake up to help carry the big stuff.” He flipped his palms up with a shrug, “I’m surprised you’re not spending the night with Jake since he has tomorrow off.”

Bellamy pulled her legs from his lap to sit up, smacking his arm, “You’re brother is a dickhead, Sammy. She’s done with him.” She said it with finality, like she was making the decision for you.

He dropped his feet to the floor, looking from her to you, “Wait, what did I miss? Weren’t you guys like-.” He poked his fingers together, making kissy noises.

“I thought we were, but shit happens, I guess?” You dragged a hand over your face with a sigh.

Bellamy popped up, “He made her think that he liked her and then practically called her a whore. Not to mention the way he flirts with that other girl.” She shuffled around his legs to walk to the kitchen, “I’m gonna grab another beer, do you want one, babe?” She pointed at him, receiving a nod in return as she disappeared through the doorway.

When you turned back to him, his eyes narrowed, giving you a questioning stare and prompting you to tell him what happened, “Look, Sam, I don’t know, okay? We hangout, have fun, and then he changes in a flash and becomes this malevolent force that just loves to jumble my brain. I can’t do it, the back and forth, it’s- He’s fucking twisted but…I still feel this pull towards him, I hate it.”

Sam sat up straight on the couch, “He’s got some shit to work out, that’s for sure… And I don’t know all sides to the story, but there’s something you have to understand about Jake.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked up at you, “He’s barely even looked at a woman since his last girlfriend. Yeah, he flirts, he’s had hookups, but it’s never serious, not to him.”

“Nothing excuses what he said, Sam.” Bellamy chimed in as she came out of the kitchen, “He’s been treating her like trash since the minute he met her. Brother or not, you can’t sit here and defend him.” She handed him the IPA and sat down beside him.

“Bellamy, just let him talk. I wanna hear this.” You sunk into the chair opposite the couch and turned your attention back to Sam, “What were you saying?” You ignored your best friend’s scoff as you encouraged him to continue.

Twisting the cap from his bottle, he took a long drink before speaking up, “I’m not defending him. I just think there’s a reason that he’s acting like this.” He took another drink and placed the beer on the table, “His last girlfriend, Ivy, she really fucked him up. They were together for four years, really fucking lovey dovey.” Sam shook his head as he recalled, “We all kind of thought they were a forever deal, even mom and dad. Jake was so deep in love, he talked about moving across the country with her because she wanted to live in New York… Two years in and he was gonna drop his entire life to stay close to her.” He paused, scratching his chin, “He’ll kill me for telling you this.”

“Sam, please. Help me understand.” You stood up again, pacing back and forth, “Explain to me what I could’ve done for him to treat me like this, because I can’t keep forgiving his behavior. He’s letting me in, making me feel like he might really want me, just to push me away again. Over and over, and I can’t do it, I won’t.” You were rambling out of pure anxiety and frustration, “It’s not fair… I made it clear that I liked him, that I wanted him. We had fun on his birthday…at least I thought we did. We stayed up all night, completely wrapped up in one another, then the next thing I know, he wakes up a completely different person and kicks me out? I mean, what the hell was that?” You stopped to take a breath and Sam was quick to raise a question.

“Wait, you- He let you stay the night?” His confusion was clear as you nodded your head, “Like, slept in the same bed?”

Now you were confused, “Yeah… He begged me to stay. Not that he really had to.” Your shoulders dropped in defeat, “It was kind of sweet, when I woke up, I mean.” A faint smile appeared as you remember the warmth of his body draped over you, “He was out cold, laying on top of me. Fuck, he was like, clinging to me. But then he woke up and it was like a switch flipped… He pushed away from me, wouldn’t even look at me. I tried to ask him what was wrong, he gave some bullshit excuse and practically told me to get the fuck out.” You wrapped your arms around yourself as you stood in the middle of the room.

Bellamy stood up and came over to you, “He kicked you out after you slept with him? Why didn’t you tell me that when I picked you up, babe?” She was mad, that was clear, “I would have went straight up there and beat his ass. What an asshole!”

“We didn’t have sex…” Your voice was quiet as you stared out to the balcony, “But we still did things… That’s why I didn’t say anything. I felt used and I was embarrassed, Bell…”

“You didn’t sleep with him and he still let you stay? All night?” Sam was standing now too, trying to connect the pieces.

You released a huff of annoyance at having to repeat yourself, “No, I didn’t sleep with him and yes, I stayed all night. We made out, cuddled, wrestled a little bit and listened to music and then we fell asleep in the same bed, wrapped up in each other. Any more questions?” Pulling away from your friend, you stalked towards the sliding door to get a breath of air.

“He likes you, Y/N… Like, really fucking likes you.” Sam let out a chuckle and you turned around to glare at him, “No, I’m serious! It makes sense now!”

“No it doesn’t, Sam! Nothing makes sense!”

He flinched at your loud tone, “It does though…” He held his hands up in defense, waiting for you to lash out, but you stayed quiet, allowing him to explain, “Jake doesn’t let himself get close to anyone anymore. Not since Ivy. He barely hooks up, but when he does, it’s always some girl he meets in a bar that he knows he’ll likely never have to see again and he’s sending them home the minute he’s finished. Then here you come.” He was smiling like he solved an impossible puzzle, “I knew something was up with him. That day that I met you, when you came into the store and he forced me out?” You nodded to let him know that you remembered, “He was off his game. Normally, nothing can bother Jake, he’s always so sure of himself. But he was messing things up, putting shit where it didn’t go, and just overall in a shitty mood. Kept checking his phone and staring at the clock… Then you came in and there was this shift. For someone who doesn’t know him, it wouldn’t have been noticeable, but I noticed.”

You thought back on it for a moment, “You said he was on edge because of me…I wanted to ask what you meant but he was shoving you out the door before I got the chance.”

“I just kind of forgot all about it, but him sleeping with you- or not sleeping with but- well, you know what I mean.” He was waving his hands to get his point across, “Anyways… You said he kicked you out in the morning?” Nodding your head slowly, you told him about the entire interaction you had with his brother that Sunday morning, “He got freaked out. That’s it, I’m telling you!”

“Freaked out about what? He woke up with the same girl he asked to spend the night. What is there to get freaked out about?” Bellamy stared at Sam with her eyebrows raised high, clearly frustrated.

He slapped his palm over his forehead, “How can I simplify this…” He took a deep breath, “Jake hasn’t wanted anything past sex with women for two years. After Ivy, he changed. He-he’s closed off, doesn’t let anyone in, doesn’t let himself get close to people or let people get close to him. Ivy fucked him up, destroyed his trust.” He was talking with his hands, waving them around as he explained, “But he likes you and he refuses to admit it to himself. That’s why he freaked, because when he woke up, all cuddled up with you, it scared him. He’s afraid to get close to you because he thinks you’re gonna hurt him just like she did, Y/N.” Sam tossed himself onto the couch with a grin, proud of himself for cracking the case.

You let it all soak in, but something was still digging at your brain, “What did Ivy do to him, Sam?” You didn’t know what Jake was like before, but the way his little brother described it, she must’ve done a good bit of damage.

“That’s something he’s gonna have to tell you himself, it’s not my place.” He shrugged, leaving it at that, before grabbing Bellamy’s hand to pull her down on his lap, “Sorry, Y/N.”

You were fiddling with your fingers in silence for a few minutes while they both stared at you, completely lost in your own head. Your eyes went back to the balcony door as you gazed out at the city lights and then you were moving, heading for the front door and slipping your vans on. Bell called after you, asking what you were doing, but you just grabbed your keys from the hook and left.

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“Come on…” You had been standing outside for at least 20 minutes, waiting for somebody to come through the front door of the building so that you could slip in. You tried calling Jake multiple times, but he would just send you straight to voicemail every time. Just as you were about to give up completely, by some stroke of luck, a man was coming outside. You rushed to get into the door before it shut and went straight for the stairwell, running up to Jake’s floor. When you made it to his door, you hesitated, wondering if what you were doing was a bad idea. Pushing the nerves aside, you shook out your hands to wrangle your nerves before leaving three knocks against the door. You could hear him shuffling around inside, but he wasn’t answering the door. You knocked again. No Answer. Refusing to leave without talking to him, you reached for the doorknob, chancing it with a slight twist. You were surprised when it turned and the door popped open, “Jake?” You said it quietly, unsure if you should have gone in at all. Closing the door softly, you walked a little further in, calling his name a bit louder, “Jake…”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He came out of the kitchen and walked by you, straight into the living room, making no move to send you back out, “How did you get in?”

You kicked your shoes off by the door and went after him, “You weren’t answering and it was unlocked. You ignored my calls… I need to talk to you.”

Jake was slumped into the couch, a bottle of bourbon in his hand, “Now you wanna talk. Convenient.” He scoffed, lifting the bottle to his mouth for a short chug, “You said you didn’t wanna see me, told me to leave you alone. So I did. Now you can repay that fucking courtesy.” His voice was calm, not the slightest hint of aggression despite his words.

You inched closer until you were standing at the end of the couch, looking down at him, “Tell me about Ivy.” You watched his eyes go wide as he swallowed hard, “What did she do to you, Jake?”

“Who the fuck- I’m gonna kill Josh.” He sat up, slamming the bottle on the coffee table with a bang, “There’s nothing to tell. It’s in the past and it’s nobody’s fucking business.” Now his chest was rising and falling hard, angry huffs pushing through his nose.

You didn’t come here to upset him, you came for clarity and he was the only one who could provide it. You put on the softest tone you could muster, “Baby, look at me…” His eyes flashed to you, a sad vulnerability in them that made your heart ache, “Why do you pull me in just to push me away? Tell me what she did, Jake, please.” He started to shake his head as you took a seat beside him, but you reached down, carefully taking his hand in yours, “How did she hurt you?”

He stared down at your hand wrapped around his, your thumb rubbing over his knuckles, “She left. That’s all people do is fucking lie and then leave.” He picked the bottle back up for another drink.

“Jake, I’m not leaving. I’m-“

“But you still lied, Y/N! You fucking lied right to my face!” His tone made you wince.

You pulled your hand from his, taking his face instead, “You’re right, I did. I’ll own up to that, Jake. I lied and I’m sorry.” You tilted his head, forcing him to look at you, “I can’t take that back, but you have to know it was only twice. I kissed him before I came into work and I don’t know why I did it, but then he came back and it happened again and I just-… You have my mind so messed up.” You watched him roll his eyes, ready to argue, “I’m not blaming you, I made the choice, that was all me. But you’re not entirely innocent either.”

He gripped your wrists gently, removing your hands from his skin, “I don’t know what you want me to say. What do you want to hear, Y/N?” He was lifting the bottle back to his lips when you snatched it from his hands.

“I just want the truth, Jake! You fucking string me along and just when i start to fall a little bit for you, thinking you might catch me, you cut the fucking string and leave me to fall on my face.” You put the bottle on the far end of the table, away from him, “If Sam’s right and you’re just afraid that I’ll hurt you, then tell me that. But if it’s all just some game, then it’s over. You don’t get to question me about what I’m doing or who I’m doing it with, it’s not fair!” Your voice was rising out of pure frustration, but he remained quiet, staring at the floor, “Tell me what you want, Jake… If you want me to leave, I will walk out that door right now and you’ll never have to see me again.” You waited for him to say something, anything, but he was silent, still avoiding your gaze, “Okay… I’ll text Josh my resignation.” Standing from the couch, you looked down at him, giving him one more chance before heading for the door.

Just as you slid your shoes on and grasped the doorknob, his hand was grasping onto your shirt, tugging you backwards, “Please don’t go.” His big brown eyes were pleading with you, holding all the emotions that his words couldn’t carry, “It’s not a game… Not anymore. I-.” He paused, fighting to find what he wanted to say, “I’ll tell you about her, just- Not tonight… Don’t make me talk about it tonight, peach.” He sounded so deflated, the complete opposite of the Jake you’d come to know.

“Okay.” Your hands went to his arms, sliding up over his shoulders to cup his face, “We don’t have to talk about her tonight, baby, it’s okay.” You kept a gentle tone, guiding your arms around his neck to pull him into an embrace. Despite the tension keeping his body stiff, you held him close, “Do you want me to stay, Jake?”

His movements were hesitant, but he slowly brought his arms up, circling them around your waist, “I do.” His face was buried in your neck as he mumbled the two words.

“Are you still gonna want this in the morning?” It came out a whisper.

“I will.” His body finally began to relax against you, “Promise. That night you stayed, my birthday…” His was still murmuring against your throat, “I slept so well. For the first time in so long.” He was tightening his arms around you as the confession spilled from his mouth.

“Then why did you kick me out?” You brought your hands back to his shoulders, trying to push him away so you could look at him, but his grip remained locked.

Jake released a soft sigh, “That shirt you picked to wear- the old store shirt… That’s the one she always reached for.” His lips were tickling over your skin as he spoke in a solemn tone, “When I woke up, I was groggy. I saw the shirt, your body underneath me…felt like the last time I woke up with her and it made me sick.” He finally lifted his head from your neck, meeting your eyes, “When I came out of the bathroom, I wanted to tell you to stay but the look on your face… I knew you’d want an explanation and I couldn’t-.”

“Whatever she did, whatever pain she caused you,” You held his liquor-blushed cheeks, “I’m not here as a reminder, let me help you forget it, Jake… Just let me in.”

“I’ll try” He let his head fall back into the crook of your neck, letting the silence take over as he breathed you in. You held onto him, pulling your fingers through his tangled hair, until he finally spoke up again, “Can we go to bed, peach?”

His arms tightened around your waist again as he lifted you from the floor. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping a grip on his shoulders as you whispered, “Yeah, baby. Let’s go to bed.” Allowing him to carry you into his bedroom and kick the door shut behind him.

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Tangerine Skies: Possum x Y/N Series CH 3

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Possum and Y/n have been co-habituating for almost two weeks before she found him stripping down outside smelling his shirt.

"Possum? Everything okay?" She asked curiously.

"Apparently not." He continued to strip down.

"What's going on? Why are you getting naked out here? It's not that warm." She felt the chill in the air.

"The convenience store told me I couldn't come back until I didn't stink. I was offending patrons." He shrugged.

"So what's the plan here?" She held onto her coffee mug as Possum kicked his shoes off to remove his socks.

"I usually just air out the clothes for a day. That will buy me some time." Possum had started taking his belt off and Y/n finally walked towards him.

"Okay that plan sucks. You can use the shower in the RV and I'll toss your clothes in with mine. I can do laundry a day early." Possum froze hand hovering over his belt buckle.

"Really? I'm pretty dirty. I'd hate to make a mess." Possum looked surprised by her offer but she rolled her eyes.

"Do you have a set of clean clothes?" Possum shook his head.

"Okay, leave all of your dirty clothes on the picnic table with those pants. I'll start the shower and find you something to wear." She left the door of the RV open and turned the knob for hot water so it would be warm by the time Possum walked in. She didn't have a ton of extra clothes but she did have a large pair of sweatpants.

"Okay I might have to-" Y/n froze hearing Possum enter, turning to see he was completely naked.

"Um...alright. We could have left our underwear on." She blushed trying not to stare. He was thin but the definition he had from his hips only served to draw her attention to his happy trail that lead to a dark bushel of pubes. If there was one thing she wouldn't have suspected of Possum, it was that he would have a large cock. It hung uninterested to about the middle of his thigh with a thick head. He had dirt on his legs and a few cuts on his shins.

"I don't wear underwear." Possum said without hesitation. Y/n cleared her throat and shook her head.

"S-sorry. Um...the shower is ready." She held up the towel and sweats, putting them on the table adjacent to the shower. Possum walked past her and she felt him graze against her. She blushed so hard that she took off out of the RV to get started on his clothes.

She ended up wearing rubber gloves to wash his clothes, mostly because they were crusty as if he hadn't washed them in a good month. She could understand why the store manager told him he couldn't come in. She listened for the shower to turn off and got lost in the thoughts of what fucking Possum would be like. Would he be a rough fuck or slow and sweet? In conversations with him, he seemed calculated yet at a slower pace. She knew it was the drugs but she liked their time together.

She couldn't help but think about the last time she actually had sex. It wasn't with someone whose cock could serve as a limbo stick and it certainly wasn't slow paced. She remembers getting herself in the car on the way home swearing to herself that she would stop hooking up on the road. It had been months.

"Can I help?" Possum appeared behind her now wearing the sweat pants and the towel over his shoulders, hair sopping wet.

"Jesus! I'm going to get you a bell to put on. You're too silent when you move." She knew it was more her fault being lost in thought and not his sneaky movements.

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry." He put his hand on her arm.

"No no I was thinking-

"About me naked." Y/n blushed.

"W-what?" She questioned but he shrugged.

"It's okay. I like to be naked. I don't mind you staring at me naked. I've been told I have a noteworthy cock but I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing." He was very nonchalant about his naked body.

"It's a good thing. It's a very good thing." She laughed.

"I didn't mean to stare. I haven't see a naked man in a bit." Possum's eyes went wide.

"Really? I could take these off-" His hands moved to the top of the pants and she grabbed them to stop him.

"Possum! Work with me here! If you're naked, I will be too distracted to hang your clothes." She laughed and he smiled.

"Okay then I will keep them on." He walked over to assist with hanging the clothes and she shook her head.

"Hold on." She took the towel from around his neck and put it over his head to dry his hair a bit more.

"I have a hairdryer under the sink if you want to use it. You can't just walk around with soaking wet hair or else you'll get sick." She explained with his head hidden under the towel. When she moved it off his head, she could see him smirking at her.

"What?" She asked returning the smile.

"I feel like Pretty Woman." He said proudly.

"You feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman?" She laughed.

"Yeah...thank you for taking care of me and hanging out with me. You don't even have to pay me, I want to hang out with you." His smile spread wider and his cheeks blushed.

"Go grab the blanket off my bed so you don't catch a chest cold, Vivian." She teased.

"You know, Pretty Woman is one of my favorite movies." She called to him as he walked back onto the RV.

"No way! That's my mom's favorite movie. She made me watch it with her every Saturday while we had Crunch." He emerged with the thick blanket over his shoulders, he held it to his chest.

"Crunch? You mean Brunch?" She questioned.

"Um no we wouldn't have the money to go out so we would have breakfast for lunch on the couch. Crunch for couch brunch." Possum's explanation was sweet.

"That sounds really nice." He finally stood next to her, holding the basket of wet clothes while she removed them to hang on the line.

"Yeah I miss her...my mom. I think about going back East all the time." Possum admitted.

"You should. I'm sure she misses you too." She smiled at him. The fell in a comfortable silence for a few moments before he finally spoke up.

"You would make a terrible prostitute." Possum said matter of factly.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" She couldn't help but laugh.

"You're too nice. You just give things away." He smiled. She could think of a few things she would give to Possum, no questions asked.

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Body Snatched - Tamaki Amajiki

Masterlist MHA Masterlist #2

Body Snatched Masterlist Authors Note -- Tamaki was one that was requested multiple times alongside multiple other characters in more than one request, so I'm going to add the links to the original ask (similar to a masterlist) as I get them written and posted.

1750 words

Warnings: unwanted touches, attempted assault, language, vulgar name calling

+You and Tamaki have been friends since 1st year. Somehow, you were able to befriend him even through his shyness. Over the years, you two fell for each other and secretly started dating. Everything was great until your boyfriend got switched with your borderline Stalker.

There was a guy in the B-class of the 3rd year class that wouldn't leave you alone. He couldn't take no for an answer and you were getting fed up. Tamaki was getting mad with it too. So when Tama and that boy become victims of the body switch quirk that has been going around UA, the guy takes off to find you before anyone can protest.

Y/N's POV

I chewed on my pencil as I walked along the walkways. I bobbed and weaved through people without looking up. Having a sixth sense quirk has a lot of advantages. I was going over job opportunities for sidekick jobs after graduation.

"Ugg. This is going to take forever." I groaned to myself. I turned to go into the clorms when I heard someone calling me. I immediately recognized the voice and groaned. I stopped and pivoted on my heel to see Yan running my way.

"Y/N!" He ran up before skidding to a stop.

"You don't get to call me so personally!" I snapped and he backed away in surprise. I scoffed. "What do you want?"

"I really need to talk to you. Something happened and you are not going to believe me and..."

"Of course I wouldn't believe you. Why would I believe you on anything?" I rolled my eyes before rubbing my forehead, annoyed. "Why am I even entertaining you? Leave me alone Yan."

"Wait, no! Y/...L/N. Please!" He called after me. I gave him a confused look. He was acting really strange. He continued to try to get me to listen but I just rolled my eyes and walked away into the dorms.

"Hey Mirio. Yan's outside. Just a warning. He's acting really weird." I rustled the blonde's hair.

"Okay. Thanks for the warning." He smiled. I rode the elevator up to my floor and headed to my room. I paused when I saw my door open.

"Who's in my..." I rounded the door frame and saw Tamaki standing there with his back to the door. "Hey!" He turned around and gave me a tight smile. "You alright?"

"Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?" I shrugged, walking over to my desk. I set down my paperwork.

"You just seem tense, that's why." I sat against the edge of the desk. He chuckled nervously while looking around the room. I cocked my head to the side. "Hey..."

"Hmm?"

"Come here." I reached out for him. I saw him gulp before taking my hand. I pulled him in very close, running my other hand up his chest to his neck, "Maybe I can help loosen you up abit." I whispered in his ear.

"O-okay." I bit my tongue lightly before kissing his neck. His hands grabbed my hips tightly as I traveled along the skin of his jaw. My quirk gave a warning at the back of my mind but I ignored it, figuring it was just aftershocks of Yan outside.

"Why so tense baby?" I chuckled as he was stiff in my arms.

"Is this really happening?" He asked. I could hear the disbelief in his voice. I pulled away and looked up at him. I copped his face.

"Yeah. It's nothing that hasn't happened before. Are you sure you're okay?" I ran my thumb across his cheek bone.

"Yeah, yeah. Just a long day." I nodded before smiling again.

"Come here." I cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He squeaked a bit but responded immediately. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hooked a leg over his hip. The alarm bells were still going off in the back of my head but I ignored them completely.

"Fuck." I gasped as I pulled away and he moved to my neck.

"I knew there was something going on between you two..." He muttered under his breath. That set off an alarm that I couldn't quite ignore. I looked to my left and saw my mirror. In the mirror, it looked like Yan in my arms, not Tamaki.

"What the fuck!" I pushed him away only to see Tama standing before me confused.

"What?!" He asked, startled. I looked back to the mirror and the reflection was normal. I let out a huff.

"Sorry. I just saw... I saw you as Yan in the mirror." I admitted. He tensed as I said that. It made me pause, making me actually pay attention to my quirk.

I observed him and how he was acting. It was very not Tamaki. True he may be a nervous, shy guy but around me he never acted like this. Not meeting my eye or seeming confused about us in general. His strange actions made me think about Yan's strange behavior outside.

"What..." I glanced at the mirror then back at Tamaki again. Yan outside, now that I think about it, was acting more like Tama then Tama was... My train of thought was cut short by my quirk going off, basically yelling bingo at me. "You're not Tamaki. You're Ya..."

"Bitch!" I was hit on the side of the head, sending me to the floor. I groaned, pushing myself upright. I was grabbed by hair and yanked to my feet.

"Ow!" He pulled me to look him in the face.

"I am tired of you rejecting me! I should have realized you were the food freaks little fuck toy." He growled. I could feel the tears running down my face as I tried to pry his hand from my hair. "Now you're going to be mine."

"Yan, no!" I screamed before he shoved me by a hand on my jaw onto my bed. My head hit the wall, lazing me even more.

"Oh, yes." He began to unbuckle his belt and jeans. I whimpered and tried to back away but he grabbed my ankle in a crushing grip. Before he could get closer, he was blown into the balcony doors. I looked and saw Nejire standing in the door.

"Neji!" I cried and she ran over to me, pulling me into her chest. I hid in her neck, crying my eyes out.

"I don't appreciate you trying to hurt my friend!" I heard Mirio in the room. I felt a gentle touch on my ankle and I peaked out to see Yan or at least his body.

"Tama?" I asked softly. He gave me a sad smile.

"Yes, it's me bunny." He nodded. "I'm so sorry. I should have tried harder or warned you differently. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Tama. It's not your fault. I wasn't willing to listen just because I thought you were..." I looked towards where Mirio had the real Yan held by his arms behind his back. Principle Nezu and a few of the teachers had shown up quickly.

"We've already had to reprimand you for bothering L/N before Mr. Yan. I'm afraid we're going to take more drastic measures this time." Nezu chastised.

"But!"

"No! You brought this upon yourself. Mirio you can let him go." He did and a teacher led him from the room. Nezo then turned to us with a gentler look. "Now Mr. Amajiki. I would suggest you come with me so we can get this i body snatching business fixed and L/N... I want you to go to Recovery Girl to have her check up on you."

"Yes sir." We said. They left with Mirio and Neji went with me to RG's office.

*Later*

I was distracting myself at my desk with the job papers again while waiting to hear about Tamaki. It had been hours and was getting dark. I sighed as I saw another minute roll by on the clock.

"Can I come in?" I jumped, screaming a bit before turning to see Tamaki in the doorway. He was in sweats and a 'Keep Calm & Eat Takoyaki' shirt I got him on. I stayed still, waiting to see if my quirk was going to go off. It stayed silent though.

"Tama..." He took big steps to reach me. He knelt on the ground in front of me and wrapped me in a big hug. After he pulled back, he set his head in my lap and I heard the smallest sniffle.

"I'm sorry. I should have tried harder to warn you. I..."

"Tamaki." I gently pulled his head up and kissed his nose. "I could have been more receptive too. I should have listened to my quirk when it was telling me something was wrong." He nodded and looked down. I handed him a tissue. After blowing his nose, he loomed back up at me with a smile.

"I'm glad you're alright."

"Yeah. Nothing but a few bruises." His eyes drifted to the side of my head that was purple and blue. He bit his lip as he reached up and brushed his fingertips over the bruise. He stood on his knees and kissed my temple.

"How did you finally realize it wasn't me?" He asked.

"I guess my quirk finally had enough of me not listening. I looked in the mirror and instead of your reflection, it was Yan's. Plus he muttered, 'I knew there was something going on between you two' which was weird."

"Yeah, but I'm glad it made you realize something was wrong."

"How did you get Mirio to even let you into the dorms?"

"Principle Nezu showed up. I had taken off after Yan after the switch but not before I explained to the teachers." He took my hand and began to fiddle with my fingers. "So what were you working on when I came in?"

"Oh just, job offers and applications for sidekick positions. Not all of us have a guaranteed spot upon graduation." I poked his crest. He laughed before getting up. He pulled me from my chair before sitting down and pulling me into his lap. He hooked his chin over my shoulder and cuddled against me.

"Want some help?" He offered.

"Always from you."

"Okay. Let's see here." He picked up a few papers. "Oh no. Not here. You'd have to deal with that annoying Grape from 1A if you went there."

"Then a definite nope. I don't need another pervert in my life right now."

"Not ever." He turned my head and gave me a searing kiss.

"Not unless it's you." At that, his face went bright red and he buried his face in my neck.

"Baby!" He whined and I just laughed.

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