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buckybarnesb-tch · 1 year

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You’re Mine, Whether You Know it or Not -Klaus M.

Kidnapping theme, slight Yandere Klaus

You had been hanging out with Klaus for several weeks now.

It had started as an accident. You were excited as everyone in the Boarding house had gone out, leaving you all alone to watch TV and relax. You had stolen a bottle of Damon’s oldest Whiskey and mixed it with some coke, enjoying a tipsy night of movies, or so you thought.

Klaus had shown up looking for Damon and while you ignored the knock at the front door, the Hybrid didn’t need to be invited in anymore so he just walked into the house.

‘Damon isn’t here. He’ll be back later after he saves Elena or Stefan or…I don’t know, I wasn’t listening. I’ll let him know you stopped by.’ You unpaused your movie, expecting the man to leave as he had no need to speak to you and you had never met before now so you had no reason to speak.

‘You won’t mind if I wait for him here, will you?’ It didn’t sound like much of a question so you ignored him, facing the TV again. ‘I don’t think I’ve seen you here before…are you new?’ You shook your head.

‘Nope. I just try and stay out of their Supernatural issues. They have nothing to do with me and it’s not like I can help. Useless little human right here so you have no reason to try and hurt me.’ You grabbed another glass, pouring him some of Damon’s bourbon before handing the glass over. ‘Not that you would. You seem like a nice enough guy, personally I think Damon is a bit dramatic when it comes to you. If he just left you alone it would solve like 75% of the problems.’ You shrugged and didn’t notice the way the Hybrid had been staring at you since the moment he walked in. It only seemed to get worse as you spoke with him but you continued drinking and explaining the movie to him so he was caught up. He moved to sit beside you and spent the evening watching movies beside you until you eventually fell asleep on his shoulder.

That was the first time you ever met Klaus Mikaelson and you had considered it a good moment, you actually enjoyed speaking with the centuries old man, he had fascinating stories and he listened to you in a way none of your friends ever did, as if you had something interesting to say.

Klaus always gave you his undivided attention, to the point of ignoring real problems in his day to day life, not that you would know that but his family took notice. Elijah noted how you had captured his brothers attention and honestly, it worried him a bit. Elijah knew you to be a very sweet, kind hearted girl, you never judged anyone too harshly considering you liked him as well and only based things on how people treated you personally, and Klaus? He was always so kind to you. Kol noticed you as well and had been threatened by his elder brother repeatedly about leaving you alone and for once, Kol heeded those threats, there was something about how he spoke about you that the younger Mikaelson didn’t want to fuck around with.

Your friends repeatedly warned you about Klaus, now knowing that you were spending time with him nearly daily, to the point that he needed to see you at least once every day to ensure his day went well, if he didn’t see your smiling face at least once the Hybrid would be a miserable asshole all day.

Klaus went so far as to take care of you when you were sick. He had given you his number one of those first days you spent time together and while you didn’t use it much, when you woke up feeling sick that morning you texted him that you wouldn’t be out that day and to not wait up for you at the Grille. What you didn’t expect however was him showing up at your doorstep with bags of god knows what. When you saw the cold medicine and the food he had gotten to make you soup you realized how much he really cared for you and it was the first moment you invited him into your house.

What you didn’t know was that Klaus had planned it like that. He knew he could get you to invite him in to take care of you, you were his sweet little human after all, you needed to be cared for and nursed back to health. That’s what Klaus is here for.

You didn’t see his obsession with you growing the way that everyone else did and no matter how many times you were warned, you just thought your friends were being dramatic. Klaus was the best friend you had had in a really long time and you didn’t want to lose that, and you certainly weren’t going to give it up just because Elena and Caroline were a bit worried.

3 months after you began spending time together was when you finally realized your friends may have been right about how much Klaus had come to care for you.

You had decided to spend time with Elena, Caroline and Bonnie one weekend night, staying in all day, up all night and the next day binging movies and shows you had been putting off thanks to all the Supernatural drama and you had told the Hybrid you would be gone all day and night. You didn’t know that he had checked up on you at the Boarding house at least 6 times since yesterday and that night when you took your stuff and walked your way home, stoned from one too many of Jeremy’s cookies, that he was watching from the trees. The second he noticed you were high he knew that you couldn’t take care of yourself, and he knew that he needed to do it himself.

When you awoke the next morning you were in a much too comfortable bed. It was actually very nice, prompting you too roll over and drift back off to sleep when you rested your head on someone’s chest, startling you. ‘Klaus?! What the hell?!’ You snapped, moving to get up when his arms were suddenly wrapped around you tightly.

‘Calm down love, you’re safe. You were stumbling home, it was dangerous Little Wolf, and your so called “friends” just let you go! I need to keep you safe.’ The look on his face was one of devotion, it was strange to see from your friend.

‘Yeah, we got a little high but I’m okay. You don’t need to worry so much-‘

‘But I do! I do worry Y/n, because I love you and if you haven’t figured that out by now then clearly I’m doing something wrong, I-‘ he sighed heavily. ‘Please? Just relax and go back to sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up and we’ll order some breakfast. Just sleep my darling.’ You nodded, doing as he said and trusting him, resting your head back into his chest. He had admitted to loving you and while that was a bit heavy you loved him too and you trusted him…you just didn’t know that he didn’t plan on ever letting you go.

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rinkkuma · 5 months

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୨୧ WINTER WITH THE HAIKYUU BOYS

ft. atsumu miya, hinata shoyo, & kageyama tobio

tags. includes a mix of christmas and winter activities, gn!reader, a bit of cussing, all fluff ! / author's note. happy holidays and i hope everyone has a great new year's! i wished it snowed where i live </3

ATSUMU MIYA

when your hands are cold he tries warming them up by blowing into them, but eventually gives up and just pouts and shoves your hands into his pockets.

as mentioned before, he loves decorating the christmas tree with you. has a large collection of ornaments as well, it's kinda scary.

christmas music is the only thing atsumu is listening to during decemeber. while he gets ready in the morning, doing homework, as he works out, you name it. he absolutely refuses to listen to anything else the whole 31 days.

atsumu bakes and decorates cookies with you!! you buy already pre-made cookie dough to save you and atsumu the hassle, but it always ends up chaotic anyways. atsumu tries to make various shaped cookies without using a cookie cutter since he feels he has more freedom without it and well, the cookies always end up spreading too much that you can't tell what it is. honestly not that bad at decorating with icing though, but they still sometimes come out questionable.

buys a fake mistletoe and hangs it on the front door so that you have to kiss him every time you leave the house. it's also an excuse to kiss you countless times everyday. atsumu believes he's an absolute mastermind for thinking this one up.

HINATA SHOYO

shoyo loves going out in the snow to build snowmen with you!! a majority of the time it just ends in you two having a snowball fight. he is absolutely heartbroken if someone destroys the snowman or whenever it melts.

ice skating!! since he has a great balance, he's a natural. he is actually a great teacher if you don't already know how to skate. goes slow and holds your hand the whole way. if you already know how to skate though, he playfully challenges you to a game of tag and immediately skates off before you get the chance to process what he said.

as much as he loves the outdoors and could honestly spend the whole day outside, it is quite the opposite during winter. shoyo enjoys staying inside during the rain/snow under the covers while watching christmas movies with you! his favorite christmas movie is definitely the polar express.

building forts!! a professional fort builder since his childhood. he makes them super cozy with a ton of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. shoyo also hangs christmas lights inside to make it all the more festive. the fort is also paired with a christmas movie marathon, hot chocolate, and other christmas snacks.

buys chocolate advent calendars for you guys!! he looks forward to seeing all the fun shaped chocolates everyday. gets a little sad at the end of the month, and wishes all holidays had advent calendars.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

actually really good at decorating gingerbread houses. since his hands are so steady, the details are neat and precise. it honestly looks better than the one shown on the box.

simply going on walks in the snow and going to a cafe is one of tobio's favorite winter activities. holding each other's hands while stepping into the soft snow, and getting a nice, warm drink paired a pastry.

tobio gives you a shit ton of gifts, it's concerning. plans these gifts by listening to what you rant about wanting in previous weeks, asking your family/friends, and sneakily talk about stuff you would like. asks his sister for help on how to wrap the gifts, but they ultimately come out a little messy but he tried his best!

snow tubing is a must for tobio. he loves bundling up in warm clothes before, and makes sure you 100% are. you will not get sick on his watch!! he loves going tubing at night though since they have pretty colored lights on. tobio also attaches his tube to yours every time, because he likes seeing you smile and laugh throughout the ride.

buys multiple matching pajamas for you and him. varying from the abominable red flannel pajama pants, reindeer onesies, to grinch pajamas, tobio has it all.

#haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff

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papil0nglegs · 7 days

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Friday night night funkin dating hcs!!

Warnings: Some nsfw stuff but nothing too far, boob grabbing, bra stealing, nudes but not rlly

A/n: I HAVE ANOTHER OBSESSION UGHHH, anyways!! I’m so happy the fandom is reviving bc of the new update ahh. Also I didn’t rlly know what to put for bc so apologies if you wanted more of him :(

Keith (bf):

He’s such a flower sniffer istg

He’s like a rosy cheeked sweetheart who brings you heart chocolate every time he visits you

No but actually he’s wrapped around your fingers, it’s scary.

His fav dates are you and him alone at his house watching Godzilla movies and laying his head against your stomach while you play with his hair

AND YOU WEAR HIS HAT

Sometimes you’ll send a pic of you in his boxers that he left at your house just to tease him

But whenever he feels silly (which is all the time) he’ll send a picture of him in your bra for funsies

“I can do that too :D”

“0_•”

Keith is such a nerd, playing video games with him is your go to date

You guys would always match, like whenever you two play Mario kart he’d be toad and you’d be toadette

You hype him up sm, esp when playing Fortnite 😭

Y’all know that one Tik tok audio that goes

“Yeah get his ass FUCKING PUSSY TRY THE FUCK AGAIN BITCH, TRY THE FUCK AGAIII”

You do that, and it scares him.

His fav activity? Pot + cartoons.

You guys are the silliest couples ever. Laughing at SpongeBob with fog all over the room until your ribs start to hurt.

“Babes.. do you think that like-Starfires armpits are also pink?”

“…woah”

Pico:

Now when pico first starting dating you he thought you were just another chick to stuff his wiener in.

But soon enough, you guys were both wrapped around each others finger.

He’d kill for you tbh

Pico canonically has abs, so he likes it whenever he’s chilling with you and you just poke/rub them. He thinks it’s the cutest AND hottest shit ever

This man cannot get enough of your boobies, whenever he’s on his phone he’d have his arm around you and casually use your boob as a stress ball.

Sometimes he’ll just steal your bras whenever you’re showering or changing, just so that he can get a fresh look at ‘his girls’ (that’s what he calls them)

“Pico!! Have you seen my bra?”

“Hm? Na babe, I’m js here.”

This sly fuckin ginger

Most of his dates consist of going to his fav burger joint or sleeping over at each others houses

He esp loves the second one cuz he gets to makeout with you, prob his fav thing to do in this life.

Whenever you guys leave any function, like ever, he’ll just flash the middle finger at whoever he finishes talking to. You find it so strange 😭

“Babe you don’t have to do that every time we leave..”

Also his dad (Tankmen) loves embarrassing him in front of you.

(Tankmen) “Yeah so Pico kept pissing himself in the bed until 7th grade, shit had me concerned but turns out it was just normal puberty shit.”

(You)“Oh..”

“Dad I’m gonna kill you.”

Lmao he did eventually

Darnell

Darnell has such a big ego on being a ‘cool tough guy’, but when it comes to you it entirely washes away

It embarrasses him whenever he’s around his friends and you come over and start smooching him all over his face, getting lipgloss/lipstick all over him

“Mwah mwah mwah!!”

“B-baby. Babe, you’re ruining my aura.”

But he loves showing you off, you’re like his biggest flex. Whenever he hangs with his friends he always shows pictures of you like you’re his newborn

“Yeah so this is when we went to the skate park the other week and-“

“Dude. This is like the 5th picture you’ve shown me of them.”

Once for Valentine’s Day, he surprised you by spray painting an entire wall of you smooching him. (But like in the style of the fnf stickers they sell)

You were in such awe, you almost cried.

He was so embarrassed to show you at first, but when he saw how much you loved it he was so relieved

You and Nene are such besties

Like, squealing while talking about boys besties

“HII Y/N!!! :33”

“OMG HEY NENE!! ^^”

So when she found out you had a crush on Darnell, she was so excited

You guys became delusional abt him together, like

“NENE TODAY DARNELL LOOKED AT ME”

“STOPP HE WANTS YOU SO BADD”

“IKR”

O and your weapon (cuz everyone in picos friendgroup has one) is a broken glass bottle of whatever your fav drink is

Sometimes you’ll throw in a burning rag in there to make a Molotov cocktail

Also I hc that Darnell has thick silver rings and you love how they feel against your neck whenever you guys are smooching.

He lets you wear them at times but they always slip off because our boy has some THICK fingers.

#friday night funkin #idk #x reader #pico x reader #bf x reader #Keith x reader #Darnell x reader #Darnell #darnell fnf #picos school #fnf x reader #Friday night funkin x reader

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faefictions · 2 years

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Just the Way the World Works

Eddie Munson x Reader

Angst, fluff, friends to enemies to lovers, a little mechanic!eddie, alcohol consumption, not proofread

5.5k words

Summary: Eddie disappears from his best friend’s life after she graduates without him. After she moves back to Hawkins, she can’t seem to stop running into him, and she wonders what ever happened to them

Graduating wasn’t meant to be so bittersweet. It was supposed to be a milestone. Leaving high school was supposed to be a “thank god I’m out of there” moment, but there was nothing happy about your ceremony. It had felt wrong being up there without your best friend, without him to hug right after you had both grabbed your diploma’s, him flipping the bird to the crowd just like he had promised. He hadn’t even shown up to support you, and you had understood why he wouldn’t want to be at a celebration that just reminded him that he had failed his senior year, but it still hurt.

Eddie Munson, your best friend of 6 years at the time, had instead insisted that you come over after the celebration had died down. When you had reminded him that your parents were throwing you a graduation party, and that you weren’t gong to be able to leave the house until after your curfew anyway, he just sighed and quietly stalked off. You had hoped that he would surprise you by showing up to graduation, or even just made an appearance at the party afterwards, but he never showed.

You had held on to hope that he would stop sulking sometime during the summer. You only had a couple months until you were leaving for college, and you had hoped that most of that time would be spent with him, soaking up every last moment at your favorite diner, in his trailer watching movies, or even just sitting next to him in silence while he worked on his next campaign.

You gave him a month to get over it, but you were met with total radio silence on his part. You grew worried when you started to call, each time the line would go unanswered. You couldn’t help but feel like you had done something wrong, but all you had done was pass your classes. You had tried to help Eddie get on track to graduate with you, but Senior year had proven to be more difficult than either of you could handle, and you alone had barely made it out of there.

The day you packed up the car, 2 months since the last time you had seen your best friend, you had hoped that he would show. No matter how petty he was feeling, you had just hoped that he could put it aside for five minutes just to say goodbye. Sure, you weren’t leaving forever, there would be plenty more opportunities to bust down his trailer door and insist that he has been acting like a child, but you had hoped that there would be no need to chastise him when you came back home for your next break.

Eddie had never disappointed you in such a heart breaking way in the past. He had always been there for you, through every heart break, through every failed exam, even when you had just gotten upset over a fictional character in your favorite book not getting the happy ending you had insisted they deserved. He would never leave you hanging, so you had never even entertained the thought that he would actually not show up on your last day.

The tears you shed in the car were to be expected as you drove away from the town you had called home your entire life. You parents tried to comfort you by telling you your room at their home would always be open for you to visit, but you didn’t have the breath to tell them that that wasn’t why you were crying. You had prepared yourself to leave Hawkins behind, but Eddie was an entire different story.

Break after break spent back in Hawkins were spent with nothing but silence from Eddie. You had tried calling him to wish him a Merry Christmas, and the line had actually connected this time, but Wayne was on the other end of the line to tell you that Eddie wasn’t around but he would pass along your message.

That was when you gave up. Trying to salvage the friendship you had previously viewed as an unbreakable bond was too exhausting when the other party refused to participate, and you weren’t going to waste your time. It had felt worse than any heartbreak you had experienced to date. Usually, you would go to Eddie in a situation like this, and the realization that now you didn’t have that broke you.

By the end of your 3rd year away, Eddie was nothing but a thought in the back of your head, only surfacing to haunt you on a rare occasion. You barely even thought about the prospect of seeing him again when you had decided to move back to Hawkins and finish your last year at a college just 20 minutes out of town.

Imagine your surprise when you went to run errands with your mother on your first day back and ran into Eddie in the bread aisle of the nearest convenience store. You thought you were over it by now, but the second your eyes met from opposite ends of the aisle, everything you had felt in that car ride 3 years ago resurface. The anger, the sadness, the pure disbelief that he could just disappear from your life without so much as an explanation.

You did your best to avoid eye contact, which wasn’t too hard since he was doing the same.

The next week, you started your first shift at you new job; waitressing at the diner which you had shared so many fond memories with Eddie. The thought of the awkward encounter that would ensue if he had decided to come in during one of your shifts had occurred to you, but it was the only place hiring within walking distance, and you needed the money to save up for a new car to get to and from school when the year started.

What hadn’t occurred to you, was just how painful it would be when he sat in your favorite booth and waited for you to come take his order. That was the booth you would share every friday night, the booth that would be littered with straw wrappers and french fries that you had each thrown at the other, which you of course would always clean up on the way out. It took you a few minutes to muster up the courage to approach, but it was knocked right out of you the second you asked what you could get him and he looked up with an expression you read as a mixture of confusion and disgust.

“Where Mary?” he simply asked, in the driest tone he had ever used with you.

“She has Friday’s off now. Can I get you anything?”

“Guess I’ll just have to start coming on Saturdays,” he muttered under his breath. You weren’t meant to hear it, but it shattered the last ounce of intact heart you had.

“Well you’re welcome to just come back tomorrow,” you grunted as you turned on your heel to walk away, shoving the notepad in the apron resting on your hips, which nearly unraveled the ties and sent it to the floor.

“I’ll take a strawberry milkshake,” he groaned, which made you pause.

Chocolate had always been his favorite, he had insisted that any other flavor was a crime against humanity. Part of you wanted to laugh and make a joke, but you knew better, so you just went to the back to prepare the order.

Despite his disgruntled comment, Eddie didn’t switch to coming in on Saturdays. Every single Friday night, you would find him in the same booth, at the same time, just as everyone else was starting to clear out. The interaction of taking his order never got easier. If anything it had gotten increasingly worse, as each time he would refuse to look up as he fidgeted with the sugar packets on the table as he told you what he wanted.

Despite the animosity, he tipped well, so you tried your best to stay civil with him.

The pattern continued for a month. He would come in, order his meal or his milkshake, leave the money on the table, and ring the bell on his way out all within an hour. You couldn’t help but wonder if your presence ruined the night every time he came in. The two of you used to sit in that booth until one of the ladies in the back would practically beg you to go home so they could close up. You wondered if he had continued to stay until someone kicked him out up until you showed up, ruining his weekly ritual.

You hated that you cared.

The tables turned a couple weeks before your classes were going to start. You had finally saved up enough to buy an old clunker, hoping that it would last you the year. Things weren’t looking so good less than a week into owning it. A strange sound started coming from the engine as you drove to work one afternoon, and you knew you had to get it checked out before you were required to drive it out of town everyday.

When you pulled up to the mechanic, you barely recognized Eddie with his hair pulled back into a bun. He had always refused to let you comb his hair back into a ponytail, no matter how much you begged.

“Ponytails are NOT metal,” he would always chuckle as you pouted, but not even your puppy dog eyes would make him cave.

“But Eddie, your hair is too pretty to not want to play with,” you had told him once, and although it had caused a blush to creep across his cheeks, he had still said no.

He pretended like he didn’t know you as you told him about the weird noise coming from your engine, as if you hadn’t spent 6 years telling each other your deepest darkest secrets, as if he wasn’t the single person to know you better than you knew yourself.

“Describe weird,” he spoke calmly as he popped the hood.

This calm hurt more than the annoyed way he would always order from you. The annoyance alluded to the history you share, but this? This made it feel like you were speaking with a complete stranger.

“Uhm, it’s like rumbling and clicking I guess?”

“You guess?”

“I don’t know! I’ve had the thing for less than a week, I don’t even know if that’s how it’s supposed to sound.”

“Ok, well why don’t you go wait over there? I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”

He hadn’t even looked up as he pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards the small waiting area next to the water cooler.

You sat there for a couple hours, bouncing your leg as you tried to look anywhere but at him. The longer you waited, the harder it was to not stare and wonder what had happened to the two of you.

You were torn from your thoughts as he slammed the hood closed and walked over to you, wiping his hands on a bandana he had pulled from his back pocket. You barely listened as he explained what the issue had been, and cursed at yourself when you realized that that may have been good knowledge to have just in case it happened again.

“Thanks, uhm, how much?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“What?” you furrowed your brow at him, not exactly understanding.

“It wasn’t much work, and I had nothing better to do anyway. It’s always slow in the morning. Just bring it back if it starts making that noise again,” he dismissed you as he walked through a door and disappeared from your sight.

You had been tempted to ask if he would let anyone else get out of here without paying on a slow morning, but you became glad that he had disappeared before you had the chance, knowing that it wasn’t a good idea to open that door.

He didn’t come into he diner the following Friday, you had assumed that maybe he had finally caved and switched to coming in on Saturdays. The hole in your chest grew deeper at the thought of missing out on him yet again. And again, you hated that you cared so fucking much.

You hadn’t made any new friends that summer. All your remaining friends lived hours away, still going to the school you had abandoned. Your high school friends had all dispersed after graduation, and none of them had returned to the cursed town of Hawkins like you had. They would have thought you were crazy for coming back if they had known. You had wanted to get out of there more than any of them.

You were counting down the days until classes started, hoping that you would find even just one person to give you the opportunity to leave your bedroom for any other reason than going to work.

Your mother could sense your restlessness, and had found several various excuses weekly to get you to leave the house with her. She had even managed to drag you to the community pool with her and her book club a couple of times. each outing with her just made your more eager to get back to school and meet someone your own age.

The last Saturday before classes, you decided to go out on your own to escape the darkness of your bedroom, and your mother’s persistence to go to the movies with her and her friends.

You were freshly 21, a milestone you had always wished you could celebrate with Eddie. You had both planned on getting your first legal drinks together since his birthday was just a month before yours. He had promised that he would wait for you so you could experience it together.

The beer you ordered felt bittersweet to raise to your lips felt bittersweet, knowing that you were ruining the chance of keeping that promise with Eddie, but you figured he had already broken it.

As you were about to take your last sip, someone sat at the nearly empty bar, just a couple stool down from you.

When he ordered his drink, you recognized the voice immediately. You couldn’t help but bitterly chuckle. Guess the promise hadn’t been broken completely.

You had done your fair share of drinking in the three years you had been gone, so the one beer was barely enough to get you buzzed. A friend had joined Eddie as you asked for your third, he was still nursing the same glass he got as you had finished your first.

The third beer had pushed your over the edge of tipsy, and you began to stew. The friend he was with, that was supposed to be you. If he hadn’t gone and fucked everything up, you would have been back much sooner to see him graduate, you would have heard all about his new job, would have known he even wanted to be a mechanic, or did he even like his job?

Your thought began to race, and with each new once that passed through, you grew more upset.

Three beers became 5, and you were fighting the urge to turn and yell at him for ruining your life. That sounded so melodramatic, even to your drunken brain, but he was the best thing about your life in high school, and he had just withdrawn from you without a word.

You knew that confronting him while drunk in a public setting was the worst idea, so instead you settled your tab and stood to walk out, but you failed to realize just how drunk you had become.

You tripped over your own two feet as you tried to take a step, but luckily caught yourself on the counter. You knew the sound of you nearly face planting would have gotten his attention in the nearly empty bar, and you refused to turn and check as you walked out.

You hadn’t planned on getting too drunk to drive home. You had hoped to nurse one beer and sit there until you felt sober enough to drive home, which would have hopefully lined up with your mother going to bed so you hadn’t had to tell her what had been so important that you couldn’t go out with her. Walking home was the last thing you wanted to do, but there was no way you were getting behind the wheel, and you were even less likely to call either of your parents to pick you up in this state.

The night was cold, and if you were going to walk the couples miles back to your house, you were going to need the jacket you had left in the passenger seat. You made your way to your car and unlocked the door, but before you could climb in to grab the sweatshirt that you were beginning to realize was too thin to keep you warm in weather like this, a hand grabbed your arm.

You jumped and nearly screamed, imagining what kind of creeper could be grabbing you on the abandoned street at this time of night, but you were relieved when you turned to see that it was just Eddie. The relief quickly turned into annoyance when you remembered where you two stood.

“You can’t drive home like this,” he spoke, almost in the same cool manner he had used back when he was looking at your car, but there more discomfort this time which was barely perceived by your drunk mind.

“I’m not, just grabbing my jacket,” you spoke, a little slower than usual as you tried not to mess up your words.

“Are you walking home?” his brow furrowed in concern, which only annoyed you.

“Yup,” you replied simply. He had loosened his grip on your arm, and you took the opportunity to duck into the car to grab the item and return to lock the door before you made your way down the sidewalk.

“Y/n, you can’t just walk. Your place is like 4 miles from here.”

“Oh well.”

You kept your head forward as you continued on your way, until he caught up to you and grabbed your arm again. This time you jerked away from him and turned to give him an inquisitive look.

“C’mon, you’re drunk. Walking that far at night is dangerous enough.”

“Yeah, well I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t care if I died anyway, so here I go.”

You began to walk again, and he didn’t reach for you this time, but when he replied you could hear the hurt in his voice, which only fueled your anger.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh don’t act so confused, asshole.”

“You really think I wouldn’t care if you died?”

“Maybe you would care, but not in a sad way. By the way things are going, maybe you’d be relieved.” You let out a dry laugh, too drunk to feel the full pain of what you were saying.

“Y/n, stop, please.”

“Nah, I need to get home. And at this rate, it’s going to take me a few hours.”

“Let me drive you. I’m sober.”

“Like that could convince me.”

A hand came up to rub his face in frustration. You had created enough distance between the two of you, so he had to jog to catch up. He grabbed your hand and dragged you over to his van, which was no easy feat as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

When he opened the passenger door for you, you just stood and crossed your arms.

“Jesus Christ, get in the van.”

“No.”

“Get in the fucking van, y/n!”

“No!”

“God you are so fucking infuriating, you know that?”

That was enough to make you start to tear up. In the old days, the second a tear would roll down your cheek, Eddie would melt. He would have done anything to cheer you up, but now, he didn’t budge.

“Why don’t you just keep hating me, let me walk home and you can keep pretending like we never knew each other.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Really?! You actions suggest the contrary.”

“Learned some big words in college, didn’t you?”

“Contrary isn’t a big word, idiot.”

“Just get in the van, y/n.”

You actually though about it for a second, thought about the warm ride home, about pretending like everything was ok just for ten minutes while you sat in the same seat you rode to school in for 3 years. But there was no way you were going to get in that car until he had given you an explanation.

“Why’d you do it?” Your words came out barely above a whisper, in an effort to not choke on them.

“Do what?”

“Leave.”

He looked at you as if you were speaking a foreign language, which only infuriated you more.

“I never left, what are you talking about?”

“Are you kidding me Eddie? We haven’t spoken since the last day of school. You didn’t show up to graduation, didn’t show up to my party, didn’t come over for my birthday that year, and you didn’t even come to say goodbye.”

“And why would I have come to say goodbye?” He asked as if he was trying to get you to finish a thought, but you didn’t understand.

“I was going to college Eddie. Why wouldn’t you come say goodbye.”

“I never fucking left, y/n. You just said it, you’re the one who left. I was here the whole time.”

“God, do you have to be so literal?”

“You really don’t get it?”

You scoffed and looked at him to urge him to continue.

“Remember that night we jumped the fence to the football field?”

“Really, you want to reminisce now?”

“Try to sober up for a second and humor me.”

You sighed and nodded your head. Of course you remembered that night. It was a Friday in the middle of your junior year. You had just gotten kicked out of the diner, but you were fighting with your parents, and you didn’t want to go home. Wayne hadn’t been working that night, so you couldn’t spend the night with Eddie like you usually would on a night like that.

Eddie had driven you to the campus, and when you had grown confused as to why he would drive you there in the middle of the night, after all of the lights in the parking lot and turned off, he asked if you trusted him.

Of course you had, so you didn’t ask questions as he led you to the fence and helped you jump down from the other side. Turned out, the middle of the football field had been the perfect spot to stargaze. No trees to block to view, and minimal light pollution.

You had seen your first shooting star that night, and when Eddie asked you what you had wished for, you refused to tell him, saying that it wouldn’t come true.

You had wished that every night could be like that.

You had no idea why he would bring up a memory that stung like that now.

“Do you remember what we talked about that night?”

“Eddie that was almost 5 years ago.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

It took you a second to jog your memory, how could you have forgotten? That was the night you had come up with your “plan” for the future. Eddie had insisted that after you both got out of high school, you should run away on a cross country trip in his van.

“College will be around forever, but we’re only kids once,” he had said.

You were going to see the west coast for the first time, and you had even convinced him to adopt a little puppy who could sit in your lap while Eddie drove. He promised he would get a bed to fill out the back, and the two of you could snuggle up in the puppy, who you had named Joey, every single night.

Every time you got into an argument with either of your parents that year, Eddie would remind you that you just had to hold on a little longer. The two of you would be out of there together in no time.

You still didn’t understand why he was bringing this up now of all times.

“Do you remember?” he asked again, and this time you nodded.

“We were supposed to leave together, y/n. It was supposed to be the two of us against the world.”

“Three of us,” you added, insisting yet again that he can’t forget little Joey.

“I’m not the one who left, you were.”

You began to process why he was bringing this up, what he was implying, and your cheeks grew hot with anger.

“Wait, so you’re saying you fucking pulled away because I decided to go to college?”

He turned his head away from you, obviously trying to reel in his anger so he didn’t shout, he knew how much you hated when he did.

“Eddie! I… What did you expect? I graduated, you didn’t. Was I just supposed to sit around for a year-“

“Two.”

“What?”

“I didn’t graduate until ’86.”

You bit your tongue to not sympathize, now was not the time to feel bad that he was stuck in that shit hole without you for two extra years.

“So you wanted me to just sit pretty for two years so you could live your little fantasy? Live moves on Eddie, I couldn’t have just waited for you!”

“Well you could’ve tried!” He finally gave into his anger as he shouted back at you, and you jumped back, which made him instantly regret it.

“You think I should’ve tried to sit around for two whole years? Should’ve just sat idly by while all of our friends got their degrees? Should’ve just done nothing while I waited for you to play catch up? That’s why you decided to fuck up my life?”

“You’re the one who fucked up mine,” he stated as if it were a fact. Like you should have known you were the villain all along, but you weren’t having it.

“Fuck this, I think I’ve sobered up enough to walk now,” he gave him a sarcastic smile and began to walk away. You almost made it around the corner before he finally called after you.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, please just get in the van.”

“Yeah? You’re sorry? For what, exactly Eddie? For missing my graduation? For completely ignoring me all the times I tried to call you? Or maybe for yelling at me and suggesting that I’m the bad guy in all of this?”

“Please,” he began, but you cut him off as you quickly stomped back to him.

“You don’t get to play the victim here Eds. You broke my fucking heart, you know that? I barely left my dorm for the first three months. I couldn’t talk to anyone without wishing I could call you and tell you what they had said. I could fucking experience anything without wishing you were there by me. I didn’t do anything wrong by doing what everyone else does when they graduate. It’s not my fucking fault that you didn’t graduate with me, and you know, I actually felt bad for you for not getting out of there. But I don’t think I feel very bad for you anymore. You were a real asshole, you know that?”

“I know.”

He totally abandoned his anger, giving in instead to the hurt he had been harboring all those years. Sure, he was at first hurt solely by your choice to leave him behind, he had felt abandoned, but he had dug himself his own grave when he pushed you away.

“You know?”

His sudden change in disposition had taken the wind out of your sails, had brought your voice down to the calm, sad tone that had matched his own.

“Yeah, I knew back then too. I knew I was fucking up, but…”

“But what, Eddie?”

How was he supposed to explain why it hurt so bad when he had heard that you had gotten into your dream school? He knew that he was being selfish when you were jumping up and down as you told him the news that broke his heart. He knew he was being selfish when he had chosen to change the topic every time you brought up anything college or graduation related. He knew that he was being selfish when he decided to just pretend like you didn’t exist rather than tell you the truth. He had thought that it was too late to fix everything he had done, too late to finally tell you the truth, but now was a better time than any.

“I loved you. I just… I couldn’t handle you leaving me behind. I knew you were off to bigger and better things. And I wasn’t going to be a part of any of that. It was easier to just fade out than be constantly reminded that I was no longer going to be part of your life.”

“I loved you too, Eddie, and of course you would have still been a part of my life. You were my best friend, and I was planning on getting an apartment with you when you moved out there with me. There was no way I was going to let us be separated for more than a year.”

“Y/n, I don’t think you understand.”

“What don’t I understand?” You sighed as you threw your head back, trying not to blow up on him in frustration again.

He closed the gap between the two of you, resting his hands on your back and holding you as close as he possibly could, just like he had been so desperately craving for the past 3 years.

“Y/n, I loved you,” he stared into your eyes, trying to force your drunken brain into understanding.

It took a second, but your eyebrows suddenly un-furrowed and shot up as you realized what he had meant. He wasn’t talking about the platonic love you had thought he had been feeling all those years. No, this was much more. Much like the feelings you were hoping to confess to him when you had finally both escaped the town together. The feelings that had been ripped from your heart the moment you realized he hadn’t even come to say goodbye.

“Eddie,” you began, pushing him away as you began to fell like you were suffocating in his grasp, “I—this is—“

“I don’t expect you to say it back,” he chuckled dejectedly, “I know I ruined everything that summer. If I ever had any hope, it went away when I didn’t say goodbye. I know that. But you deserved to know.”

He didn’t fight you as you pulled away from him, didn’t look up to meet your gaze as you stared at him wide eyed just 2 feet away. He just stood in the silence and wished that he had handled things differently.

“Loved?”

“Huh?”

“You, uhm… You said loved. So you don’t feel that way anymore?”

He took a second to think, still refusing to look up from the crack in the pavement in front of your feet. It was already hard enough to tell you in the past tense, telling you that he had continued to feel that way for 3 years after you had left was another battle.

“I’m just trying to get the full picture,” you chuckled quietly, allowing yourself to tease him just a bit, just like you would have back in high school. And it comforted him enough to continue.

“What would you say if I said I still did?”

“Probably call you and idiot.”

“What, why?” His eyes finally shot up to meet yours, and joined you in your quiet laughter.

“I mean the whole ‘If he’s mean to you it means he like you’ is so middle school, Eds. You’re a whole adult now, I’d say you should tell me like a man.”

You took a step towards him, closing the gap again, and rested your hand on his hip this time. He took the invitation and rested his hands in the same spot on your back and stared down at you.

“How about I show you instead of tell you?”

“Too much of a coward to say it?”

“Oh shut up,” he laughed on more time, before closing the last gap, crashing his lips into yours.

It didn’t even take you a second to match the passion he was pouring into you. All of the pent up frustration, longing, hatred, and love all combined into one kiss. And you would be lying if you said that it wasn’t the best you had ever had. But maybe that was just because you had been waiting 9 years for it to happen.

When he finally pulled away for breath and rested his forehead against yours, he peered down into your eyes. You half expected him to finally say it, to say that he loved you, now, in the present tense, but instead…

“You going to get in the van now?”

You pulled away and rolled your eyes as you jumped into the passenger seats, letting out the word “fine” as a long groan. As if you weren’t ecstatic to be back in his passenger seat. Right where you belonged.

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This was heavily based on a true story, and inspired by The Story by Conan Gray. Thanks for reading to the end! Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in any future posts :)

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acewritesfics · 26 days

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Every Part of Me | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Request: Yes

Warnings: Fluff. Established relationship.

Word Count: 1,210

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Y/N had a crush on Eddie Munson since they were in middle school. She had no idea his feelings for her were mutual. They weren’t exactly friends, but they were friendly until Eddie summoned the courage to ask her if she wanted to go see a movie with him when he stopped by her weekend job. He was taken aback when she agreed without hesitation. Their first date had been a little awkward, as nerves had gotten the best of them both. Eddie thought he’d ruined his chances with her by coming across too strongly, but those worries vanished when she called the next day, asking if he wanted to go out and do something that afternoon.

Three months had passed since their first date, and it was a Tuesday, which meant Eddie’s band, Corroded Coffin, was performing at The Hideout. Y/N hadn’t been able to attend one of his gigs in the 12 weeks they’d been dating, so she was determined to go this Tuesday. She was the go-to babysitter on her street, but tonight she told everyone she had plans that took priority. She was finally going to see Eddie perform for the first time since middle school. She told her parents she was going to spend the night at a friend’s house working on a big project due on Friday. If her parents discovered where she was going, she would be grounded for the rest of her life even though she is 18.

Y/N had gone straight to Eddie’s trailer after school to get ready for tonight. While Eddie was in the shower, she looked around his room, noting the metal band posters, dungeons and dragon's figurines, fantasy books on his shelf, all his cassette tapes and vinyl records, and, finally, his most prized possession, his electric guitar, hanging in front of his mirror. Everything in his room reflected him, and almost everything she cherished about him.

Her attention is drawn to a shoe box partially hidden beneath his bed. She picks it up, unsure whether she should open it. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she reached for the lid when Eddie, who was walking into his bedroom, prevented her from opening it. His hair is wet, his wavy hair more defined, and he’s wearing nothing but black ripped jeans. He walks past her, picking up the clean Metallica shirt that was laying on his bed and shifting his gaze to the shoe box that was now sitting on his bed.

“It was sticking out from under your bed. I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be there,” Y/N explains before he can say anything, nervously awaiting his reaction.

“It’s okay,” he says as he pulls on his shirt before putting on his leather and denim jackets. That box had been under his bed for a reason: he didn’t want anyone to see what was inside. It was too personal for him to share with just anyone.

But, seeing the girl sitting on his bed, he knew he could show her what was in the box. He had an unwavering love for her and daily found himself falling more and more in love with her. He couldn’t show anyone what was inside the shoebox if he couldn’t show her.

He picks up the box and puts it on his lap as he takes a seat next to her. “No one has seen what’s in this box except for me,” he says as he loosens the lid, “but I want to share it with you."

"You don’t have to, Eddie,” she assures him, lovingly looking at him, touched that he would want to show her something he had never shown anyone else before.

“I want to,” he says, assuring her. “I love you, and I want you to know every part of me."

"I love you, too,” she says as she moves closer to him, kissing his shoulder and resting her chin on it.

He turns his head, kisses her cheek, and lifts the lid of the box. He pulls out some Polaroid photos of a woman and a baby first. She was incredibly beautiful, with her thick, mousy brown hair and large brown eyes. Every day, she found herself getting lost in the same set of eyes.

“Is that your mom?” she asks, peering between him and the woman in the photos. She noticed the resemblance. The same thick wavy hair, brown doe-like eyes, nose, and smile.

“She is,” he says, nodding and smiling down at the photos. “I was young when she died. There aren’t many memories I have of her, but I do have these."

"She was beautiful,” she says. “You look exactly like her."

"You think I’m beautiful?” he asks, a smirk on his lips as he looks her in the eyes.

“I do,” she says, both their cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

He gives her a kiss before placing the pictures in the box and picking up a locket necklace. “Uncle Wayne stopped my father from selling this and gave it to me, so I kept and hid it.” He opens the locket to reveal that it is empty. “She never had the chance to put photos in it, but she wore it every day.”

The locket was made of gold and had intricate flowers and leaves engraved on it. It was a gorgeous piece of jewellery, and she could see why Eddie’s mother wore it all the time.

“Uncle Wayne told me that when I meet the right girl or have my own daughter, my mother would want me to give it to her,” he says as he closes the locket and looks at her. “I think my mother would have adored you,” he says. “And I believe she would like you to have it."

"Eddie,” she exhales, raising her head from his shoulder, taken aback by his words.

“Hear me out before you reject me,” he says, moving the box aside while still clutching the locket. “I’ve known you were that girl for a long time. You put up with my antics, don’t judge me for being a nerd with diverse interests, and accept me for who I am. You are the sweetest, most patient, kindest, most beautiful person I know, and I absolutely love you more than anything else in the world, including D&D. I want you to have it, and I believe my mom would as well. So, please, have it because I’m falling more in love with you every day and you’re my present and future.”

Y/N couldn’t think of anything to say in response to his confession. Instead, she pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss, her heart bursting with the amount of love she had for the young man she’d fallen hopelessly in love with over the last three months. Eddie returns her kiss, unlatching the locket and clasping it around her neck.

After breaking the kiss, Y/N’s hand moves to the locket. “I love you so much, and I’m honored that you chose me to wear something so meaningful to your mother,” she said.

“I love you, too,” he says. “And you’re the only one I want to wear it."

She smiles and kisses him once more.

#acewritesfics repost #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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ratherbefangirling · 8 months

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Every road leads to you

Character focus : Jimin, Yoongi, Reader.

Warning ⚠️: major depression, suicidal reader.

Ok hear me out this is about introverted and anxious reader and Jimin.

Jimin realised that you had been following him kind of everywhere. He didn't want to call it stalking but it felt very much like it. At first it was the grocery store. That was very innocent. It was his part time job. Soon he learned your preferences. You didn't say anything to him but you came like clockwork. Two days a week at 6 pm.

(MC doesn't realise she's being creepy. She's depressed. And anxious to go alone so seeing him calms her down.because she saw him help a little kid once when she was sitting in the park aimlessly.)

Then he saw you at the park. Book in hand, staring at nothing. He almost missed you but he couldn't forget the grey trousers and hoodie. With faded writing and browning sleeves. Your hair unkempt as you hid behind the hood.

He told Jungkook and Taehyung about you. One said he was overthinking the other claimed you had a crush on him.

"I've seen her stare at jiminie when he wasn't looking."

Surely it couldn't be because of him.

But then you are everywhere. The shooting range, the bowling alley, the shop at the corner where he gets clothes.

Thinks he's going to give you a restraining order.

He confronts you. You break down. Realising how creepy your actions come across.

So you stop except he feels guilty.

Goes to your house. Cause you mentioned your address while explaining that meeting him was a coincidence.

It's a mess. Like things everywhere. Piling up. Dirty dishes and he tries to only look at you and he blurts out.

"Ask me if you want to hangout"

Also you are arranged to be married to yoongi. Who left to live abroad for higher studies. And other than customary birthday greetings He doesn't talk to you. Which is one of the main reasons you've become depressed. Yoongi used to be your emotional support and your best friend before both your parents sprung up the engagement. But you were sure he was in love with someone because you'd seen a promise ring in his room that did not fit you.

So one day you felt too tired of life standing at stairs. Looking down staring down. Thinking how much it would hurt if you fell.

And so Jimin being Jimin helps put your life together. Heals you in places you didn't know were broken. And he watches you shine. And every day you smile brighter.

And when you don't he lends you a shoulder or hums you a sweet song. Which you accidentally recorded on your phone so when you're up at any ungodly hour it becomes your lullaby.

You start hanging out more and more. Almost attached to the hips.

Jimis friends tease him relentlessly about you.

You end up kissing each other. It's late night and you feel soft and warm and jimins wrapped around you and the movie is soft and emotional and it just happens.

But it's like a bulb lights up and you break away and Jimin ends up ignoring you unsure of everything.

It takes Jimin days to come up with the conclusion he's not helping you just because he's nice he's nor that naive and selfless. He loves you. He may not be in love but he loves you and you are so beautiful and he can't help but feel butterflies when he thinks of you. You're so easy to fall for after all.

So Jimin picks up some sunflowers on the way to your house and he is determined to tell you his feelings and apologise for ignoring you.

But when he reaches someone else is already there. Its Yoongi. You had shown Jimin his picture.

He looks more mature and put together. Wearing glasses but he's unmistakably Yoongi.

Yoongi comes back glad his degree is over. Glad he can finally be with you. Her mom tells Yoongi the pass code because he prepared to surprise you.

He wanted to give you time to grow as your own person. That's why he kept communication to a bare minimum.

You're trembling with rage as you throw cushions at Yoongi.

"How dare you come back after abandoning me?" You scream your eyes start to water a little.

"Y/n-ah you know it's not like that. I just wanted you to be more independent. I didn't want you to not have time to consider and be blinded by familiarity of knowing me."

"So you treated me like a stranger. No you were just being selfish I can't even stand to look at you."

Yoongi comes closer to you softly calling your name and then you're sobbing in his arms. And oh he's warm and oh he's real.

Why did you leave me. Was it so easy for you. Do I mean nothing. You keep mumbling.

And Jimin keeps watching like its a bad dream.

He takes a step without knowing and an ornament falls. Yoongi and you both look up. Your eyes meet Jimins.

"Jimin.." You call out and he's already running away.

Yoongi looks at you jealousy growing and his grip instinctively tightens on you. Maybe it wasn't the right decision at all. The realisation dawns on Yoongi.

#bts x reader #bts #bts fanfic #bts au #bts angst #jimin x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #park jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin x y/n #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #bts drabble

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stardropsaloongossiptrain · 9 months

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Bachelor/ettes and Horror

How would our ladies and gentlemen fair with scary things?

Bachelors:

Sebastian -- He loves all things horror. Has opinions on every subgenre, slasher rankings, and probably some amount of memorabilia. He vastly prefers sci-fi horror (Alien, the Thing, Pandorum) or supernatural. Plays indie horror games on his computer. If the farmer is a horror hound, they will have a friend in Sebastian.

Shane -- He's not really the type to put horror on, but it's never bothered him. He likes goofy 70s-80s stuff best, and I don't think he would enjoy 'cerebral' horror. Thinks the special effects are cool. Will mix up the big slasher names.

Elliott -- It may be controversial to put him high, but I almost put him higher. He does NOT like anything gory or icky, but I think he would really love older horror from the 40s-50s and giallo films. There's some more artistic ones that he would probably like as well. He would prefer to read horror, and has read quite a few classics. It's not his favorite genre by any means, but sometimes gets a taste for it in late fall.

Sam -- He's not a fan. He's seen some big ones with Sebastian, but he's fairly squeamish and can't handle intense gore. Gets scared pretty easily. Really wishes he could handle them, his besties love it.

Alex -- Does not like horror. Doesn't understand why someone would want to feel scared. He isn't easily grossed out, but doesn't like seeing horror violence. Simply Does Not Get It.

Harvey -- He's baby. Easily scared, even when it's 50's era stuff. Never expects a jumpscare, too much empathy for violence, will think the house is haunted for two weeks after Poltergeist. He's comedic levels unable to handle anything remotely spooky.

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Bachelorettes

Abigail -- On par with Sebastian, maybe even more into it. Loves all things grody and scary, UNLESS spiders are involved. Better than Sebastian at recommending stuff to people who don't know anything about where to start. Loves supernatural stuff best. Orders a lot of horror comics online.

Maru -- Lives with Sebastian, so he's definitely shown her a number of things way too early when she bugged him to hang out. Is not easily frightened, and finds science based stuff really interesting. Thinks gore effects are cool and is really interested in behind the scenes stuff. Fave is probably something like Reanimator or Chopping Mall.

Leah -- She's not super into scary movies, but doesn't mind them every once in a while. Likes artier stuff like Suspiria or Pan's Labyrinth.

Emily -- Not really a fan, but might watch an older movie around Spirits Eve. Like Elliott, more likely to read something with horror concepts than watch it. Would probably like House of Leaves.

Haley -- Does not like horror. Thinks all horror is gory slashers, will not open herself up to more.

Penny -- Gets so fucking scared it's not funny. They make her sick. Does not enjoy any type of horror, even some drama is too much to bear. Really only enjoys watching happy things.

#sdv elliott #sdv headcanons #sdv harvey #sdv maru #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv leah #sdv abigail #sdv haley #sdv emily #sdv penny #sdv alex #sdv sam

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loveislandthegame · 1 month

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thoughts on todays volume! in case you are unaware, android users got to play the volume very early, while ios users were given a late release. lmao. (i have both ios & android, but my phone is old & i didn’t want to add “slideshow frame rate” to a game that’s already glitchy af) somehow i managed to escape the horde of unmarked spoilers 🙏🏽

first off, felicity is stunning !!! i'm surprised she had an actual sprite rather than getting the zeph & cassius treatment . if she's not coming back that's such a waste of a really cool & pretty design

friend is really generous, jin . i get OG LI is trying to be nice or whatever but be so fr 😭 the only thing that sienna has been is a boring antagonist, she’s not shown not one single ounce of personality besides being delulu and coming at MC sideways (and it’s mainly because FB now struggles with writing multi-faceted characters…which is why they have AI allegations in the first place…)

speaking of delulu : theo , girl... how many times do i gotta tell you i'm all in on claudia unless they actually let us be poly at the end

MC somehow came out unscathed in movie night, plot armor for the win ! the guys pull MC for a chat before the boy's choice recoupling. the pit in my stomach when i read that.

theo flirts again, but this time our responses are flirty, rude af, or "you should focus on claudia." i didn't want to pick any of these but i picked the flirty one because at first i thought it could be "jokingly" said. interestingly enough, he says something among the lines of how he didn't expect MC to be interested in him because she's with claudia . i didn't want that to bite me in the ass later so i just replayed and picked the rude option (so it seems that it's "canon" for theo & claud to simultaneously crush on MC? at least if she's bi/pan etc.)

i saw this coming but still, this has to be a joke … 😭😭😭😭😭

there’s like what, three volumes left ? unless FB decides to drag this out with a “season 8.5,” this should’ve been a players choice recoupling (hell, it technically could've still been boys choice, with MC getting first pick for winning the heart rate challenge, or because she was selected by the viewers, literally anything lol)

it'd be one thing if OG LI was like, "i chose you because i wanted to keep you safe . even if we're not meant to be, i still care for you, i want you have a chance with the one you want," blah blah blah, but FB never lets us be in a friendship couple, he's just gonna keep pining for MC ... moving on

i forgot to screenshot the first part but it was basically claudia fantasizing about her and MC living in a huge house like the villa, MC was like "how are we gonna afford that"

my MC is a musician, so cuteee

i...what ? 😬 genuinely , what . i read this like 5 times and i still don't understand. unfortunately he did couple up with me, that's why i'm forced to hang out with claudia in the damn shower instead of being out in the open with her . somebody get this grandma to bed

i kinda love the cowgirl outfit. it's terrible, but i love it in a kitschy way . also i just kinda went with it because the mermaid outfit was clipping through MC's braids (as you can see the hat has some weird layering issue, but it's the lesser of two evils)

claudia's outfit wasn't paywalled, and i didn't get the gem option to give jin the viking outfit so he came out looking like this lmfaooooooo

okayyyyyy cowboy carter!

logan arrived way too late imo. again, unless FB plans on extending the season (or he's not romanceable ?) people who get with him are gonna get less time than oliver, angie, youcef romancers. you know how little time that is ???

as for the whole hazel and liam thing ... horrible. , she really deserves better, like me 💋

#love island the game #litg #litg season 8 #litg tempting fate #litg s8 #litg spoilers #spoilers

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electraslight · 2 years

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I care about ur Bevin headcannon I would love to hear

YES i finally get to yell abt these two, its my fav ship in the series idk why people arent more into it. Fanart is supplied as usual and i have some evidence-ey screenshots under the cut, mostly bc i want to share them w SOMEONE other than my friend blue. Enjoy my ramblings

-kevin is dating both ben and gwen, gwen and his relationship being a lot more outward and public and ben a more private relationship, they only ever kiss or hold hands when its just the two of them or (rarely) when gwen is around, partially bc of bens fame and his own hangups about liking men and partially bc when they are romantic they r extremely vulnerable with each other and thats the sort of thing they wouldnt want anyone else to see.

-(quoting from a discord dm w my friend) ben and kevin violence is something that if u saw it in a painting or a movie it would be rly profound and aweinspiring. in real life its also the same, but it feels so much like intruding when ur actually watchingbc kevin and ben have all their emotions about each other in v short bursts, theyll bottle them up 4 an extended period of time and then have som e massive cataclysmic event when it bubbles to the surface. there r literally no continual emotional moments between them like kevin and gwen who have contunious small emotions abt each other, kevin and ben will hang out 4 months at a time and then one day just start hitting each other, which is in a way a part of the romance

-in omniverse theres a scene where its shown that 12 year old kevin is in possession of a photo of ben that is suspiciously well worn, it has rips and stains and has been crumpled up and refolded a couple times. I like to think he kept that photo, whether to use as a beacon of hate or chew on and cry who knows.

-ben and kevin dont give a shit about what form the other takes, the only time ben has ever blushed about a guy is when mutant kevin grabbed him in the rooters arc and kevin is around alien versions of ben every day and doesnt bat an eye. This is why i think that once kevin and ben get together kevin makes a game about kissing all of his aliens (indiscriminatley. Even if they dont have mouths) he makes a scoring system and writes reviews on how good the experience was in glitter gel pen and makes a ranking list of his favorites. Stinkfly sweeps the vote, shocking everybody. Ben would rank kissing kevins mutations but only 2 out of 5 would even consider it before turning him into pink mist so he just sticks with what he knows.

- ben and kevin get married when theyre older and gwen stays in girlfriend status (mostly bc she knows that ben has a much shorter lifespan than her and kevin and she wants to give him the happiest time she can while hes still there) and they all live in a mansion the size of the white house. Kai comes by once a month to keep kenny happy (he still thinks shes his bio mom even after theyve told him multiple times she was just a donor. Gwen says he gets his delusions from ben). Ben and kevin like to sit on the 500 foot long porch and throw rocks at passerby and snuggle. Kevin is so happy he giggles mindlessly to himself in public, scaring strangers. He tries to get them to look at pictures of his family but this only further creeps them out.

-kevin finds the most random shit ben does extremely charming. hed look at him picking his boogers and eating them and he thinks in his head i need this guy so much. ben finishes a rubix cube not even very fast and kevins like wow. cool. do you like emos.ben is charmed by kevin in the same way. he sees kevin use the toilet brush to scratch an itch on his back and hes like fuck oh fuck oh fuck

I have more i prommy i just cant think of them rn, i will make more if im able. 4 now please have my collection of bevin screenshots under the cut. Spread the word my disciples. fair warning there are a lot

#ben 10 #ben tennyson #ben 10 omniverse #ben 10 alien force #kevin levin #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 classic #ben 10 uaf #ben ten #bevin #ben 10 headcannon

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Hope it's okay to send this when your requests are closed, I just read your tickling isn't goth fic and my God that was so cute 🥺 is there any chance we could get a fic of Michael messing around with Pete only for Pete to remember Michael admitted he's ticklish so he retaliates?

Yes absolutely! So um I know what I said but

lol I had an idea I'M THE WORST

I've actually had this idea before but I wanted to wait until I could articulate it properly if that makes sense

I hope you enjoy :0

WARNINGS: cursing! mentions of satan and other imagery. also a lot of band references so if it's confusing I'm sorry lol

I'm More Goth Than YOU! (Lee Micheal/ Ler Pete)

This takes place during the 'Basic Cable' episode (Season 23 Episode 9). After finding out that Micheal has already talked to the new girl Sophie, Pete finds himself wanting to discuss a few things with his friend...

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"-So we just sat around and listened to Bauhaus when System of a Down came on after that. I was like, what the fuck am I listening to, you know. And they skipped the song like when it came on and it switched to another goth band but that's when I knew they were just another poser." Micheal rambled Pete's ear off while they were watching a scary movie together.

Pete was at Micheal's house as it was the start of the weekend and October, so naturally they had to kick it off right. However, watching scary movies was a year-round activity, so tonight was a bit basic by their standards. The movie of choice was Hereditary, but they've seen it so many times that they could talk and watch at the same time and not miss any beats.

Pete was zoning out if he were being honest. He had his mind set on a girl he had talked to earlier that day. Sophie Gray. She was really pretty and she seemed really cool, not unlike anyone else that went to their school. Even though she was new and Pete didn't really know her yet, he could tell that she was different. Pete laid his cheek on his fist while he thoughtlessly said the first thing that came to mind.

"I don't mind System of a Down if I'm in the right mood," Pete said honestly. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of disgust. Pete was laying on his side on the couch with his left leg bent at the knee and his right leg laid over Micheal's thigh. Micheal pushed Pete's leg off of him and crossed his arms with a sneer on his face.

"God, that's how I know you're a fucking poser," Micheal growled. That got Pete's attention. Pete looked up from the television and set his jaw in anger.

"What did you say?" Pete asked, testing Micheal. There was no way his friend would utter something like that again to his face.

"I'm just saying that no real child of darkness would be listening to something so mainstream. I've heard cheerleaders listen to Chop Suey before." Micheal said with venom in his tone.

"Oh yeah? Then how do you know a single song from the band anyway? You're a hypocrite, Micheal. Op- foreshadowing." Pete pointed to the TV where a hidden Easter egg was shown in the movie.

"Nice catch." Micheal relaxed after that. Micheal allowed Pete to put his leg back up to rest on his thigh so it wasn't hanging off the couch. It seemed like Micheal didn't want to be caught being a poser or a conformist in any way, shape, or form. Pete wondered why that was.

"So uh... that new girl at school. Sophie Gray? Talk to her yet?" Pete tested the waters with Micheal. Sophie had revealed that Micheal had already spoken to her before Pete had, and Gods knows what Micheal was saying about the people at the school. To save his own skin, Pete threw Micheal under the bus and called him a total poser. Because let's face it, no one was more goth than Pete was.

Micheal perked up at her name. "Yeah, she's pretty cool. I offered to show her around campus sometime and she started talking about Skinny Puppy. Can you believe it? She's not a conformist dickhole like every other new kid in South Park." Micheal carded his fingers through his curly hair while Pete stared back at the TV.

"Well, too bad she already accepted my invitation to show her around the school. She even said she wanted to talk later. Guess she's only into real goths." Pete was poking the bear on that one. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of thinly veiled shock.

"What? You talked to her? No way." He asked. Pete shrugged nonchalantly with a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah. She said she's not into posers. Her words." Micheal furrowed his brows at Pete's words.

"Well, I'm not a poser!" Micheal said defensively. Pete's smile only grew as he looked over his shoulder to meet Micheal's eyes.

"Then why would she say something like that? She said she doesn't like guys who try too hard." Pete's smile could be heard in his voice. Michael gave Pete an incredulous look and grabbed onto Pete's calve resting on his thigh.

"Did she actually say that Pete?" Micheal asked. Pete threw up his shoulders and turned his attention back to the TV.

"Are... Are you lying? Pete. Answer me." Pete kept a smug little grin on his face when he felt a hand squeezing the in-between spot of his knee and his thigh. Pete let out a shocked cry as he shook off the hand.

"Ah-hah! What are you doing creeper?!" Pete yelled, fighting to take his leg back. Micheal held onto his leg in a tight grip as he defended himself.

"I want you to answer me about Sophie Gray, dork! I'm not doing this 'cause I like it! Are you lying about what you said?" Micheal pressed.

Now one thing about Pete: He was a TERRIBLE liar. He could make stuff up on the spot about a story that was already established, but coming up with stuff out of thin air under pressure? He began to stutter and jerk his leg in Micheal's grip.

"I- I don't know! It's just what she said! Why do you-" Pete and Micheal both looked at the TV at the same time. The main character had passed by another Easter egg.

"Foreshadowing." They said at the same time.

They turned back to look at each other one more time before Micheal squished the inner part of Pete's knee, creeping into his inner thigh. Pete gave an inward squeak as he began giggling and kicking his leg.

"M-Mihihicheal! Stohohop! You're a weheheirdo!" Pete struggled and snickered while squirming all over Micheal's couch. Micheal hadn't heard Pete's ticklish laugh, or any laugh for that matter, since the tickling ritual at Henrietta's place a few months back. They don't really talk about that day, and for good reason.

"What, are you gonna call me a creep next? You're so mainstream it hurts, Pete. I don't know why Sophie would choose you to hang out with. If she should be hanging out with any goth at the school it should definitely be me." Micheal admitted. Pete managed an eye-roll in the midst of his tickle attack which Micheal definitely caught.

"Sounds like you're je-hehealous! Get off mehehe!" Pete snickered with Micheal grabbing both his lower thighs and squishing into the muscle. Through sheer luck (and some determination) Pete managed to sit up in a different position on the couch and grabbed Micheal by his jacket. Their small tussle took them to the floor of the living room in a bundle of pillows and blankets.

Pete thrust a hand out while blind in the flurry of objects surrounding them and just started to squish his hand over and over. Pete didn't really know why he shot his arm out to retaliate, but something in the back of his mind told him it would work.

His intuition seemed to be right as he felt the random body part he had grabbed start to shake with laughter. Pete forced himself out of the small blanket fort that had fallen on top of them and kept squeezing the body part he had in his hand.

He had Micheal's ribs in his grip, which he held onto for dear life. Satan, Micheal was a squirmer. It was like he was being electrocuted.

"Call me mainstream again, Micheal. Do it. I dare y-" Pete egged on Micheal, but he had never seen this expression on his face before. Micheal's eyes were screwed shut as he laughed out from the small amount of squeezes Pete was administering. Had Pete landed on his death spot by accident?

"Pehehete! Gehehe- *hick!* Gehehehet ohohoff- *hick!* ahahasshole! *hick!*" The sound of Micheal's hiccupy laughter filled the living room. Pete was dumbfounded. He had no idea how to react rather than to keep squeezing. Pete shoved both his hands on either side of Micheal's ribcage and scribbled his fingers into Micheal's bony frame. Micheal burst out into a fresh peal of laughter as he tried tucking his knees into his chest for protection.

"I'm gonna put you in your grave for calling me a poser, Micheal. I should record this and show it to Sophie to prove to her that you're just a ticklish conformist. I bet she'd get a real laugh out of that one. What do you think?" Pete was sure talking big words for someone who was ticklish himself. Micheal could do nothing as his head lay on the carpeted floor and laughed out.

Micheal tried fighting Pete's hands back, but that just raised his arm up and out of the way. Pete took the opportunity and shoved his hand into Micheal's armpit and simply moved his fingers in the space before Micheal snorted and squirmed underneath his friend.

"Gohohohod! Yohohohou- *hick!* yohohohou suhuhuhuhuck! *hick!* Screhehehew ohohohohoff! *hick!*" Despite his words, Pete had it hard taking Micheal seriously, seeing as he had a huge grin on his face and giggled out all of his threatening words. It didn't deter Pete of course, he's heard this all before.

"What did you say? You said I suck? You calling me a vamp kid now, Micheal?" Pete tossed his hair out of his eyes just as Micheal had managed to flip himself onto his belly and started clawing himself away from the situation. Pete launched into action as he grabbed his friend's right arm and barred it into his back.

"L-Let go of me! Sophie Gray knows I'm more goth than you, conformist! This is pointless!" Micheal shouted. Pete let out a disgusted groan as he jammed his fingers into Micheal's side, just underneath his lowest rib. If Pete thought he found Micheal's death spot before, he was dead wrong. Micheal immediately started fighting him and trying to hold back his immense giggles.

"Stahahahap! *hick!* Yohohou're fuhuhucking lahahame- *hick!* Pehehehete!" Micheal's face buried into the carpet of the living room while his shoulders jumped with laughter. Pete was a little shocked for words at how well he was taking control of the situation.

"Oh yeah, I'm lame, Micheal? I'm not the one laughing like a preppy straight-A cheerleader right now. If only Sophie were here, she could see how much of a princess you actually are." Pete had no idea where these fighting words were coming from, especially directed at someone who's always been more commonly revered among the goths AND older than him. Micheal struggled at that last remark but crumbled when he felt Pete finding the divet in his side. That was the spot right there.

"Fuhuhuhuck ohohohohoff! Yohohou- *hick!* Yohohohou're thehehe wohohohohorst! *hick!* Micheal tried lying on the side that was being tickled and swung with his free arm, but Pete was quick to grab the arm and stuff it by the other one and kept both his wrists behind his back in a vice grip. Now Pete alternated between tickling one side and switching to the other randomly.

That was cause for disaster. The randomness of the tickles in Micheal's worst spot kept him laughing as his brain was surprised at every turn where Pete would strike next. Not to mention with his increased laughter, his hiccups increased as well.

Pete could feel Micheal's legs bending at the knee and shooting out behind him over and over again as he sat on his hips. He felt all of his struggling underneath him, but his laugh was what intrigued him most. It was hiccupy yes but it was deeper than his speaking voice, and it had the same rasp to it. It would be more of a romantic laugh if it wasn't infested by those goofy hiccups.

"How much more of this do you wanna take, Micheal? You know what you have to say to get out of this. You have to say you're sorry for calling me a poser, you have to say I'm more goth than you, and you have to say Sophie Gray would prefer me over you showing her around the school cause you're a goddamn dorky ticklish conformist." Pete laid all this out while Micheal immediately started shaking his head.

"Nohohoho wahahahay!! I cahahahan't! *hick!* Ihihihihit's- *hick!* Ihihihihit's toohohohoo muhuhuhuch! *hick!*" Micheal's voice was getting weaker, maybe since he'd gotten tickled a lot longer than Pete was tickled just a moment ago. Pete decided to give Micheal a little boost. Pete let go of Micheal's hands behind his back just for Pete to grab both of his sides and scratch his blunt nails through the thin material of his blouse. Micheal let out a surprised noise as he fell back onto the carpet with his eyes screwed shut in laughter.

"Then I guess we'll stay here a while, Micheal. Say hi to Cthulu for me when you cross into the Ether." Pete flipped his hair out of his eyes while he watched Micheal manage a quick bird-flipping motion with his right hand. Pete groaned audibly as he shoved his fingers into Micheal's armpit, which made Micheal laugh hard.

"Just say you like it-" Pete was about to say before his phone chirped a notification sound. Pete looked back at his phone and decided to give Michael a break. Pete unlatched himself from Micheal's hips as he walked on his knees to read the notification. With Micheal's freedom, Micheal rolled onto his back and gulped in greedy amounts of air with a hand over his beating heart.

"You're a fucking dickhole, Pete... I swear to-" Micheal started, but Pete interrupted him.

"Oh shit. Sophie just invited me to her house. She said she wants to watch something." Pete looked over to Micheal, who was sitting up with a pained expression on his face. It was then that Micheal's phone chirped as well. Micheal pulled his phone out of his pocket and read out the message he received.

"I got an invitation too," Micheal said simply.

"What should we do?" Pete asked. Micheal started typing and sent back a message.

"I asked her what we'll watch," Micheal replied. Pete nodded and flipped his hair out of his eyes before sending the same question to Sophie.

A moment passed before both of their phones chirped at the same time.

"Mandalorian?" They both said out loud in an equally disgusted tone.

"She has a Disney Plus account?" Pete asked.

"Fucking conformist," Micheal said, displeased.

"Nope." Pete and Micheal said in unison before shutting down her invitation.

"Welp, so much for that. What should we do now?" It was then that the main character screamed from the television, grabbing both Micheal and Pete's attention.

Pete and Micheal decided to make up and spend the rest of the night watching cheesy horror movies. None of what they said they actually meant, and they really felt that way. Besides, no way a conformist could actually change the way two REAL goths thought about each other.

Pete did have some interesting stories to tell the rest of the group while Micheal wasn't around, however...

#south park #south park tickles #sp goth kids #sp goth kids tickles #lee micheal #ler pete #lee pete #ler micheal #okay tell me why i made pete a little scary LOL #i wouldn't expect this from him #but thats what makes it good #also lemme hear some noise #for LEE MICHEAL #HICCUPY MICHEAL #YEAAAAH BUDDY

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minhyeong · 1 year

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&. 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 (𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞)

genre: angst, unrequited love au | word count: 1,188

↳ Jaemin thought you were a lot like a red balloon that he accidentally released into the blue sky, hastily slipping right out of his grasp and floating far away.

He used to do this peculiar, little thing where he would allow himself to briefly, for just a few short moments, fall in love with another stranger who stepped into his line of vision on the streets, train stations, and even at the corner store that he frequented.

Jaemin was good at falling in love with strangers to fill the momentary bouts of loneliness, but he was also good at falling out of it. No face in the sea of people lingered too long in his mind.

So he didn’t understand why he allowed you, of all strangers, to stay. Perhaps you had shown up when a particular bout of loneliness stretched on for a little too long.

Jaemin couldn’t quite remember the first time he laid his eyes on you or pinpoint the exact moment you dug a deep well into his heart until you became someone irreplaceable. However, he could vividly recall the way he felt like he was drowning at the bottom of the well when you told him you started seeing someone.

The skyline was so bright, and the breeze smelled like lemons and cotton candy. Sidewalks were littered with doodles drawn with broken chalk. The chocolate ice cream he had before he left the house left a sickly sweet aftertaste on the tip of his tongue. There was a spring in his steps as he approached you, the grin reaching his eyes that squinted under the relentless sunrays. It was the first day of summer, and his life was going to change; he could feel it.

His confession was knocked right out of his mouth. Jaemin had to fight to keep the smile on his face while you raved about someone else. The revelations felt awfully like violent stabs of rejection for the words that he never had the chance to deliver.

Jaemin thought you were a lot like a red balloon that he accidentally released into the blue sky, hastily slipping right out of his grasp and floating far away.

He didn’t think it was possible for him to hate the first day of summer this much.

Jaemin disappeared off the face of the earth for four days before he reappeared. He spent his time alone sitting on park benches and empty tables at cafes where a bitter scent hung heavy in the humid air and thoughts of missed opportunities clouded his mind.

After eleven missed calls and blocks of blue text messages, he finally responded to your twelfth call.

“Where have you been?” Your voice pierced through his phone as you demanded answers. Then, you faltered, huffing as you paced around your room to calm down. “Are you going through something? You know you can tell me anything.”

A wistful silence settled in between the call. Jaemin fiddled with the hem of his white shirt. “Sorry for ghosting you,” he mumbled with a brief chuckle. “Want to... hang out?” Even without seeing him, you could sense his hesitation and mild uneasiness.

Jaemin showed up in front of your house in thirty minutes with half melted ice cream and beverages in a reused takeout bag. He barged his way into your living room before you could even fully open the door for him, and you nearly got knocked over by the force of his sudden enthusiasm.

“I brought your favorite! I was thinking we could watch a movie! Or maybe even two movies if you don’t fall asleep by then, so we have to start now!” He shoved everything on your coffee table aside and unloaded everything inside the bag. When he noticed your stillness, he paused, returned your stare, and cocked his head to the side. “What?”

He confused you like a challenging puzzle, and sometimes you wondered if you really knew him. You shook your head, simply glad to have your quirky friend back, and settled into the couch beside him. He handed you a spoon and shoved the tub of ice cream into your hands, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes as he took the lid off for you. “Little Mermaid?”

Jaemin sang along, forcing out every high note he could rip out of his strained vocal cords, and he appeared so happy whenever you stole quick glances at him that you forgot all about the way he behaved strangely for the past few days.

You didn’t even notice an incoming call until he faintly heard your phone vibrating next to the half emptied bottles on the table and nudged you with his knee to bring your attention to it.

He wished he hadn’t when you flipped your phone over and he saw the contact. He didn’t miss the way your entire face lit up when you answered the call, and he certainly didn’t mean to overhear your conversation even though you had stepped away.

But there was a warmth in your voice that he was unfamiliar with, the kind that made his heart lurch, the kind that filled his lungs with waves of despair. He clutched his spoon a little harder until the plastic folded under the pressure.

By the time you returned, Jaemin had already cleaned up your table of trash and wiped down the stains on the glass. He stood by your door with his sneakers on, looking a little lost.

You glanced at the television screen that was still paused at the spot you left off at. “Where are you going? The movie isn’t over yet.”

“It’s late,” he said sheepishly. “I should go.”

You blinked at him, confused by the switch in his behaviors once again. “You can stay over. It’s not like you never slept over before.” The chuckle you let out quickly dissipated when he maintained a stoic expression with glassy eyes that were bordering on sadness. You uneasily shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

His eyes flitted toward you when you called out to him with a soft murmur.

You were looking right at him, eyes unwavering as you inched toward him, but he didn’t feel seen.

Jaemin couldn’t help but think he felt a little less lonely before he met you.

“No,” he asserted, a broad grin returning to his face. “It’s fine.”

It wasn’t enough to convince you. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you around,” he interrupted before slipping out the door. You rushed forward to hold it open before it could slam shut, jamming your foot in the door frame as you stepped out.

Jaemin was already halfway down the block before he pivoted on his heels. The faint street lamp tinted his features a gentle orange. He smiled at you, so you smiled back despite the inexplicable dread that sat heavy on your chest.

“Have a good summer.” He waved, the smile never leaving his face, before he pivoted again, sprinting down the street and vanishing into the summer night.

He felt like a stranger.

No, Jaemin could never be a stranger, yet an odd feeling took over, as if you were never going to see him again, and if you did, he wouldn’t be the same Jaemin you once knew.

#nct scenarios #jaemin scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct angst

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underratedandoverit · 6 months

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You Wanna Wish Away Your Sins (3/3)

After losing to Best Friends at Arcade Anarchy, Kip undergoes shoulder surgery. One person reaching out to him afterwards sends Kip spiraling, turning all the pain and suffering in him into… Flowers? Flowers growing in his lungs?

Kip Sabian/Chuck Taylor. Hanahaki disease. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Emotional hurt/comfort. One-sided attraction. Also tagged this from now on with manipulative Kip.

Marked Mature on AO3 for general content. Warnings for mentions of hospitals, surgery, medical stuff. Described feelings for choking and vomiting.

Other characters on-screen include Penelope Ford, Orange Cassidy. Rest of Best Friends are mentioned. Background ship of Penelope/Kris is heavily implied, but never specifically shown.

part 1 || part 2

On AO3

Finishing this took way longer than I intended. Oops. Mental illness and whatever be damned yada yada. But it's over now. And I am content. It's a whole fic and ended just as I wanted and had planned, surprisingly no surprises during writing lol. I hope it makes sense, there's a little bit there that doesn't get explained, but I have convinced myself that people can put the pieces together considering the mental state Kip is in and how the hanahaki disease works so. Yeah.

If you have read this far, thank you so much, I really appreciate you and your patience if you have waited for this to finish since I originally posted in early September. I see all the kudos and subs attached, they mean the world to me. Would love to hear your thoughts of this now that it's over, as there was a lot of time (obviously lol) and love put into this, so it would mean a lot ;; But I appreciate you all so much either way, thank you for sticking by and reading!! 💜💜

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Kip tried to keep his eyes on the television, but he wasn’t registering anything he saw on the screen. Even if he was technically interested in watching the game that was being played, Kip would have much rather been looking at something else. Or someone else. That someone being the man sitting on the couch next to him, being much more into the activity of playing a video game that he was partaking in that Kip was.

While he was glad that Chuck was coming over far more often these days, at the same time it did grind Kip’s mind that they had fallen into this false routine of a casual friendship. Chuck would appear on his doorstep, bring a movie or a game with him for them to busy themselves with that day, maybe some snacks and energy drinks, and the rest of the day they would just hang out, consume the media of the day, and that would be it.

Same talking points every single day. Sitting in the silently designated spots on the couch just far enough from one another that even by accident their hands wouldn’t brush against each other unless they were passing the food and drinks around. Eye contact was brief, almost uncomfortably so if it managed to exist in the first place, and only when one got up from the couch and asked if the other needed something or something similarly surprising happened. Maybe a laugh could gather a quick glance, maybe a sneeze, a cough. And even then it was more often Chuck doing that to Kip, while Kip was trying to steal looks into his direction any chance he could, hoping Chuck would catch a hint.

It had been days, weeks even, maybe. How many, Kip had lost a count somewhere after the first few days, partially because of the pain he was going through, partially because he still found the whole situation so absurd. But the thing he knew for sure, was that it had been too many for comfort.

Every time Kip watched Chuck walk out the door of his house again at the end of the day, his breathing became a little bit tighter, the stabbing pain in his chest more prominent, the sleep during that following night a little shorter.

He was so tired of it all, and with every day that passed him by, it was pushing Kip closer to the realization that he finally had to do something about things. Before the pain was too paralyzing, before the thoughts became too much. Before he just couldn’t do anything about it anymore, before it was all too late.

“…Hey? Kip?”

The Brit blinked blankly a few times, finally registering the voice calling out to him after the words had been repeated a few times. His eyes slowly dragged away from the television screen, facing the brunet sitting on the couch next to him, Chuck looking at him with worry and concern. It was almost adorable to Kip how his brows furrowed and eyes darted around his facial features in clear worry. Almost.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

Chuck sighed, Kip trying to offer him an apologetic smile as he watched Chuck running a hand through his hair, eyes turning away from the other man again as he shook his head a little. Kip had been too deep in his own head, with his own thoughts to notice Chuck had even tried to talk to him, the guilt almost immediately gnawing on him at the mere thought. He was supposed to try to pay attention to him, to try to make Chuck realize the situation, how close they were, to understand his feelings, to close the gap, to --

“I just wanted to know if you were hungry. We could order something in, maybe. If you’d like.”

For once Kip was thankful that Chuck wasn’t looking straight at him, his cheeks flushing red for a brief moment as he registered the words. Ordering food? Together? At his place, like this, out of the blue? For the first time?

It almost sounded like a date night proposal in Kip’s ears.

He quickly shook the thought from his head, turning away from Chuck to make sure he didn’t even by accident catch a glimpse of the blush decorating his face, desperately trying to not have the words caught in his throat, only partially succeeding.

“Ye-yeah that would be great.”

Chuck was so sincere about this question, just like he always was about everything, he was probably just hungry himself, and Kip was overthinking it all. Once again. But also, what if…

“Great. What would you like to eat?” Chuck’s words cut Kip’s thought process off again, his eyes slowly returning to the other man, watching Chuck pull his phone out of his pocket, eyes landing onto it, seemingly to avoid eye contact with Kip, who just shrugged a little. “I don’t know. Whatever sounds good.”

Chuck’s brows furrowed, suddenly looking back at Kip, making the Brit jump a little. This wasn’t the kind of reaction Kip had expected to his words, swallowing a little surprise lump in his throat as all of a sudden he was very unsure again where this was going. He hated nothing more than the unpredictable nature of their relationship, not being able to read Chuck at moments like this, mostly due to his own emotions and thoughts clouding his judgment and understanding of what the situation called for from him.

“…Okay, I’m going to be fully honest with you.”

The suddenly rather serious tone of Chuck’s voice made Kip’s eyes widen a little, he could feel his whole body tensing up at the sudden shift. Chuck offered him a small smile, most likely in hopes of trying to calm down Kip’s very obviously surprised demeanor, but seeing that smile just made Kip’s whole mind skip another beat instead.

“I’ve been worried about you recently. I actually talked with Penelope yesterday after I left, and she feels much the same way as I do.”

Chuck? Worried? About him? Chuck? Kip’s head was spinning, but he just nodded his head, not even acknowledging the fact that Chuck was also talking about Penelope being involved in this. All Kip cared about was that Chuck was thinking about him, outside of this room, outside of this couch, when he wasn’t around.

Chuck was thinking, and talking, about him.

“You’ve been… Seemingly getting worse each day I see you. You lack sleep, you lack food, you lack energy. I understand you are in a lot of pain with the shoulder and all, but you need to take care of yourself, Kip. Mine and Penelope’s help will only get you so far.”

Kip just looked at him quietly, trying to process the statement in his head, but all his thoughts retracted back to the overall realization that Chuck was worried about him. Thinking about him. That Chuck at least seemed to care more than he led on directly to him, at least before this very moment at hand.

“If there’s something wrong that you need help with, other than what we have been providing so far, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask, you know?”

Kip felt his head nodding itself, despite not approving of the movement in his mind. He was running on a practiced autopilot, still afraid that one casual movement might fuck all this up for him, not being the kind of response that Chuck wanted. This seemed to be enough for the brunet for now though as Chuck nodded back at him, eyes slowly returning to the phone in his hand. Right, he was ordering food. Right.

“So, again: what do you want to eat today? You can get anything you want, as long as it makes you eat. We just want to make sure you take care of yourself.”

At the same time it was endearing that Chuck was doing this for him, but Kip also knew he had to put a stop to this, all of it. While yes his current and constantly worsening condition was making him neglect his own basic needs, both which directly as a result affected his appetite and energy levels, Kip knew that trying to eat some proper food one day wasn’t the answer to his problems. Above all else, his condition was making it not only difficult to breathe, but the pain in his chest and particularly in his lungs made eating at this point a near impossible task.

As the silence from the Brit continued, Chuck glanced towards him, spotting Kip just looking back at him. Whether he was deep in thought or just staring, Chuck wasn’t quite sure.

“Kip?”

“I’m not hungry.”

At least it wasn’t a lie in a sense. Chuck raised a brow at him, slowly lowering the hand holding his phone onto his lap, eyes narrowing a little. Chuck’s eyes lingered on him just a little bit too long, forcing Kip to look away, back towards the television with the frozen game pause screen on it.

“You need to eat something.”

“Food can’t fix this.”

Kip could feel the confusion radiating from Chuck’s face, probably his entire being at this point, but he just couldn’t look back at him. It was so much easier for Kip to process his thoughts if he wasn’t looking at what he was sure was a very worried expression on the brunet sitting on the couch a few feet away from him.

He heard Chuck sigh. Not a very good sign.

“If you eat something, you get energy. You feel better. I shouldn’t need to explain all this to you. Kip, please --”

“This isn’t about food.”

Chuck fell silent as Kip cut him off, probably a bit more aggressively than necessary, but he was tired of this. All of this. Both his inability to do anything about the situation even though he desperately, so very desperately needed it, and the way they both seemed to just dance around the topic and the issues at hand. To Kip, Chuck offering to order him food was nothing but a detour that he couldn’t afford to wait to take to where he eventually needed to be. Kip had suffered long enough, mostly due to his own faults, yes, but Chuck jumping in to push his buttons like this, while a step in the right direction, wasn’t a fast enough track to where they needed to be.

Where Kip needed to be if he wanted to make it through all of this, it seemed like.

“…Are you mad at me?”

Kip’s eyes narrowed a little, but he still didn’t turn to look towards Chuck. All he heard was another quiet sigh.

“I don’t know how many times I can apologize for what happened. You know it was an accident. I’m sorry --”

“I don’t want you to apologize. I don’t care about that.”

If something, it was supposed to be Kip who apologized for everything, and he knew that painfully well.

“Then what is it?”

Kip swallowed thickly, being absolutely certain that Chuck could not only see it but also hear him do it. Kip’s eyes slowly dragged back to him, watching the confusion all over the brunet’s face. If the situation wasn’t so dire and heavy, Kip would have found the look on him endearing. Right now though, seeing Chuck not put the pieces together so easily, filled him with dread instead, along with the knowledge that Kip knew exactly what he needed to do next and the can of worms that he needed to open if he ever wanted to have a shot at things getting better again.

“I need…” Kip stopped, the confusion on Chuck’s face slowly melting into a more expecting look. Both of them were still clearly hesitant, Chuck not knowing what to expect out of him and Kip not being so sure how he was going to phrase this so it made even some sort of sense.

Just say it.

“I… I need you to kiss me.”

The silence that fell into the room felt like it was knocking all the remaining air out of Kip. The longer he looked at Chuck and the unreadable look lingering on his face after the words slipped out of Kip’s mouth, the worse he felt about everything. For once he was being honest about this entire situation and what he wanted out of it, and yet it felt like a worse mistake than anything he had lied to Chuck about so far.

He wanted this. He needed this. This was the trigger Kip had been so afraid to pull for so long now, but he knew that if he didn’t finally say those words, no matter the reaction, it would have terrible consequences for him. He was already suffering, the roots of his problem crawling deeper into his lungs every single day he put it off without even trying to make anything out of it. Kip was tired of it, he was suffering immensely because of it, he just needed to do something. Anything.

After what felt like forever of Chuck just staring at him, Kip was snapped out of his thoughts as Chuck took in a sharp breath, the only way Kip was able to describe his expression being polite confusion.

“You, uh… You what?”

Not sure if Chuck was just making sure or if he really hadn’t understood the statement, Kip bit his lower lip as he turned away from the other man. He inhaled slowly, preparing himself to say those words again. Kip did it once, he could do it again. It was a necessary step forward.

“I-I need. To kiss you. You to kiss me. So-something like that.”

As Chuck didn’t reply for a while, Kip stole a quick glance towards him, trying to gather an overview of the situation. Much to his surprise, Chuck looked like he was in deep thought for a second, as if he was pondering over the request. At least he wasn’t outright denying it from Kip, which in turn as he realized it, made his heart jump back into his throat.

The burning as Kip nervously waited for an answer was worse than the thorns poking inside of his lungs at the moment.

“Would that help? Make you feel better?”

Kip nodded almost instantly, the motion almost frantic, something he couldn’t control. Still clearly in his thoughts, Chuck nodded as well.

“I mean,” he muttered, a hand slowly reaching closer to Kip, the Brit’s focus turning on it with slightly widening eyes, “If… If it helps. I guess.”

Kip watched his hand stopping to hover close to him, slowly his own hand reaching for it. He could feel Chuck’s fingers gently wrapping around his hand, giving it a little tuck, an invitation to come closer. Kip followed suit, shifting over on the couch to slowly make his way to sit down right next to Chuck. For the first time since they had started doing this, for the first time since Chuck had started to spend the days over to keep him company. There had always been a cold, untouched gap between the two of them on the couch, but this was the first time it had been broken, filled, fixed.

And all it took was a small request that Kip should have been able to do in the first place, but it took him weeks and actual concern from Chuck to get to this point.

But there he was now, Chuck still gently holding his hand, running this thumb over his knuckles. A soft, still kind of unsure smile crossing his lips as he was looking Kip straight in the eyes. Chuck clearly wasn’t budging back on this, honestly much to Kip’s surprise, as his free hand slowly crept up to the Brit’s face, palm pressing against his cheek. Chuck’s hand was surprisingly cold against his flushed skin.

“…You sure?”

It was almost as if Chuck was asking that from himself more than Kip, but he pushed the thought aside, just nodding his head again. Without another word, Chuck leaned closer, finally closing the gap that had been antagonizing Kip these past few weeks without remorse, locking their lips together.

The kiss was awkward and hesitant at first, but slowly it felt more natural as they both seemed to relax into it. Soft and homey, but Kip could taste his own desperation in it despite all of it. He knew how badly he not only wanted, but needed this. While he could have joked that it was the matter of life and death, to him it was actually no joke, but merely the cruel reality he barely understood himself at all. Feeling Chuck’s lips finally against his, after the excruciatingly long amount of time of craving and needing nothing more than to taste him so desperately he was suffering from the withdrawals more and more every day, Kip’s mind went blank. He could feel Chuck close, hear his breathing, slowly allowing himself to enjoy it, running a thumb over Kip’s cheek.

Kip had been waiting for this moment for so long, craving for this so badly, that he needed more now that he finally had it, pushing the boundaries first as he found himself without a single coherent thought giving a small bite on Chuck’s lower lip, a silent, desperate request for a deeper kiss. A deeper meaning.

A request that was granted to him, but was also almost immediately and far too fast ripped away from him as Chuck suddenly jolted away, as if he had suddenly in the midst of all of this realized what he was doing and thought better of it.

Eyes opening as Kip felt the hand disappear from his face, he leaned slightly back, watching in emotions swimming in disappointment and confusion as Chuck’s eyes were suddenly on his phone again, the piece of tech buzzing on his lap, suddenly demanding his attention. Almost as if it was mocking Kip and how close he had finally gotten.

“So-sorry, I have to take this.”

Kip just nodded, feeling the body heat of the other man disappearing from around him as Chuck’s hand left his, grabbing a hold of the phone before he stood up, answering the sudden call. He could still salvage this, it wasn’t all lost. Chuck hadn’t denied him this, by the way he was acting it was obvious to Kip that this wasn’t just all in his head. Maybe the kiss had been brief, but there was compassion behind it, he was very gentle about it, there --

“What do you mean that was today?”

Kip’s eyes slowly traveled up to Chuck, watching the brunet run a hand over his face as he sighed. “Yeah I know, I know you need me there for that, just… I was kinda in the middle of something…”

The silence that followed that statement and the way Chuck couldn’t look back at Kip made a familiar lump climb its way back in his throat. Kip tried to cough it out quietly, not to attract attention to himself, just watching as Chuck stepped a little bit further away from him.

“I can be there in twenty minutes, I guess. …Alright, I’ll see you then.”

As he hung up the call, Chuck didn’t even need to say anything. He was sure Kip had heard most of it, and the apologetic eyes and the small smile he offered to him as he finally turned back towards the Brit really didn’t help the case.

“Sorry, I completely forgot we had a photoshoot to do today, I… I gotta go.”

Kip nodded his head, but remained silent as he stood up from the couch. At least this was a start, they were going somewhere. He had put at least part of his desires out there, for Chuck to reach out and react to, if nothing else. This was a beginning, hopefully for the better. Kip wasn’t sure how fast he was supposed to be feeling the effects of his love and affections being returned to him, but so far he was blaming the sick feeling in his throat on the sudden change of pace in the room rather than Chuck not returning his feelings like before.

Maybe he had read all of this wrong. Maybe the sickness had caught up with him just because he didn’t know this was mutual. That had to be it, right?

Kip walked him to the door, Chuck turning back to him again as he rested his hand on the door handle.

“Look, I’m really sorry I have to go, I just completely forgot about this. You know, with having to worry about you and all.”

Kip could feel a smile tucking the corner of his lips, allowing at least a part of it to show. As sad as he was having to watch Chuck walk away yet again without a resolution to this whole problem, at least there was hope. Chuck smiled back at him, leaning closer to press a quick little peck on Kip’s lips, catching the Brit off guard, leaving him looking back at him with wide eyes as Chuck opened the door, stepping outside.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, alright?”

Kip could only nod before Chuck closed the door, leaving him standing there, heart racing and beating loudly between his ears. Kip leaned against the closed door, inhaling deeply before he sighed, the content smile on his lips only wiped away as he coughed softly, eyes shooting open to witness the handful of purple tinted rose petals he let out of his mouth.

No.

Chuck Taylor still didn’t love him.

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“…Are you sure it’s him?”

Cassidy shrugged his shoulders a little. “I mean, who else could it be? Besides, he has photos of himself that he signs and hands out and a big board on the table with the name ‘Kip Sabian’ on it, so…”

Chuck sighed, running a hand over his face before rolling his eyes. “You could have led with that information, you know.”

Cassidy didn’t reply back to him, just observed the brunet on the couch through his sunglasses. “I thought you would have known. Aren’t you two friends or something?”

Chuck avoided looking directly back at him, trying to make it seem like the question didn’t sting. He hadn’t seen Kip since that day, he never opened the door when Chuck came over the following day or answered any of his calls or texts since. He had been living in complete darkness over what had actually happened with Kip, even Penelope refused to tell him anything apart from a general ‘he’s fine’ every time Chuck asked her something.

“I told you, that was months ago.”

Cassidy just nodded, stopping to observe Chuck as the other man just tried to focus back on lacing his boots. After a long, lingering silence the blond broke it as he spoke up again.

“Do you want to go see him?”

Chuck stopped, eyes slowly dragging up to Cassidy again. He seemed sincere in that question, and if Chuck was being honest, that had been the first thought in his mind since Cassidy had waltzed into the locker room with the news that Kip had been sighted inside the building. The premise seemed rather odd to him, but at the same time, he wouldn’t have put something like that past Kip. A silent man with a suit and a cardboard box on his head, doing a signing that hadn’t been advertised for anyone beforehand. Sounded like it was just down Kip’s alley, in some really weird way, to him.

“Is he still there?”

“Probably,” Cassidy shrugged again. “He seemed to be just setting up when we went into the cafeteria like twenty minutes ago. I doubt he has left yet.”

While he wasn’t quite sure how to take any of it, let alone how Kip was going to take it if he showed up, Chuck nodded a little, still a bit hesitant. Cassidy mirrored the movement, before nodding his head towards the locker room door, asking Chuck to follow him. Not that he didn’t know where the cafeteria was in the building, they had walked past it when they had entered earlier, but maybe his hesitance was on the surface enough that Cassidy thought taking the lead was going to make him regret this less. Make it easier for him.

Chuck followed Cassidy outside, tracking through the hallways for a moment before they arrived at their destination. It was extremely easy to spot the individual not belonging into the group of people in the big, bright, well-lit room, the man standing in the middle of it all by a large table messed up with multiple scattered photos around it, hands behind his suited back as he was observing the room through the eye holes poked on a box over his head.

Chuck swallowed thickly. It didn’t matter if he didn’t see his face, all that was enough for him to recognize him immediately, no matter how many months it had been since or how much things had changed between now and then.

He was so focused on reading the words on the front of the box that Chuck didn’t notice the eyes inside of it land on him. The distance made it a bit harder, sure, but the lights were bright enough and the dark circles surrounding the eyes made them pop for Cassidy to notice the stare at first, even if it wasn’t directed at him.

“Hey,” he muttered, carefully elbowing Chuck to the side to get his attention. “He sees you. I think you should at least go say hello.”

Blinking himself back to the situation, Chuck glanced at Cassidy on his side, the blond just shrugging at him a little. Maybe Chuck’s nervousness was obvious, maybe Cassidy quickly put two and two together from what Chuck had told him before about how their last meeting had ended, but he only sighed, once again leading the way towards the man in a suit and the box, Kip’s eyes never leaving Chuck as they approached. Chuck on the other hand tried to look at everything except him, until he was stopped to stand right in front of the other man he hadn’t seen in months until now.

Through the eye holes of the box Chuck could see his vacant stare just blankly staring back at him, saying it all without saying anything at the same time. Kip looked at him briefly, before providing a photo from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, pulling a marker seemingly out of nowhere along with it. He scribbled something quickly on the photo, handing it to Cassidy, and walked away without looking back or acknowledging either of them further.

Cassidy looked at the photo for a moment before handing it over to Chuck. It was an old promo picture of Kip, in his Superbad gear, with his face crossed over with a red marker and some messy text scribbled next to him.

‘Time changes us all. Embrace the change.’

#setting: hanahaki #fic #character: kip sabian #character: chuck taylor #character: orange cassidy #ship: chuckkip #fic: you wanna wish away your sins #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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Ohhhh man.. I’m all about soft Simon! BUT I’m curious of what he would be like when for instance he comes back after a quite long mission (they’re in relatively early stage of relationship) and he realizes that his love has a male friend who is close to her (like, in older brother way). Like, you know, she might have some health problems and she can count on this friend. They hang out for fun etc just a strong friendship type. How would he bite this issue??

Author’s note: Simon “Ghost” Riley is boring.

You can’t figure him out just yet.

There are so many moments with him that you endure.

Sometimes he’s stoic, cold, and heartless. Then there are times where he’s warm, charming, and somewhat vulnerable with you. Not all the time, but sometimes.

There are many quiet sides to him, when he calls you over to spend the night, the small compliments he gives you,

“come on over, I can’t sleep without ya.”

“I like your hair up like that”

or “your skin is so soft.”

Then there are loud, boisterous sides to him as well, when he’s laughing at some small joke you told him, but mix up the punchline, or when he’s sneezing and scares the crap out of you.

“Shut up Simon.”

“It’s actually bless you, where are your manners?”

It’s nighttime, you’ve taken a break from being locked in his room, sitting on his couch, watching Jeepers Creepers. You’re facing the other way, in pure disgust, while he cackles at the makeup and special effects.

“It’s all for show, none of it is real.” He says as a matter of fact.

“I’ll tell ya, if you open up someone, that’s one hundred percent not how it looks.”

There’s no emotion shown at all, black fabric that spreads across his face, if he even were to smile you can’t see it. He’s covered, his balaclava covering everything but the crinkles in his eyes, no shirt, but black sweatpants and socks. His arm slung over you as he proceeds to take over half the couch, his legs spread apart.

You peer up at him. Your eyebrows are scrunched together, unwilling to believe he just told you that gutting people isn’t really what you’re watching on the screen. It looks pretty real to you. Seeing how the man was skinned alive.

He’s so bold sometimes, which you appreciate, but you could do without the honesty once in a while.

“Oh, I think you and Dean would get along well, if this is your form of entertainment.”

Dean. There’s that bloody name again. It’s the second time you’ve mentioned him today. He won’t admit he’s jealous, but it definitely rubs him the wrong way. Nothing good he feels would come from a “guy” best friend. He’s got less than a week before he leaves and you’re dropping the “other guy” bomb like he’s not there.

But he agreed on not making anything official anyway so he’s got no reason to be jealous.

He mutters, “probably who knows.”

He turns the movie off, bothered by the name, picks you up towards him, and lifts his mask up.

“Let’s get to more important things again, yeah pet?”

He lifts your shirt off, ripping your panties off your body, thrown across the room, making you rub yourself on his leg. You moan, making a mental note to try and get his number before he leaves.

“That’s a good girl, make a mess right on my leg.”

The morning after, there’s keys on the nightstand, a note saying to lock up his house. Ouch. You don’t even remember the small kiss goodbye at two in the morning.

Months pass by, he’s back at your doorstep. You weren’t sure if he was going to come back. His knocks are loud and scary, you think you’re being taken by the cops.

Sure enough a mask greets you at the door, his eyelashes filled with black, his attire in all black.

“Jesus did you have to knock so loud?”

“That’s not a proper hello…” you can hear the smile in his voice. Brat. He grabs your chin in between his fingers.

He drops his things by the couch, settling on there, and pets his lap.

“Come give me a proper hello.”

“Make yourself at home why don’t you…” you say rolling your eyes, but Jesus, he looks so good in all black. You love the way he teases you.

The rest is a blur of sloppy kisses, clothes thrown across your living room, and moans echoing throughout the floor of your building. Positions that you didn’t think he would like but he’s all game. A couple of months without your cunt is the real torture.

You’re relaxed laying on his chest, as he attempts to light a cigarette.

“DON’T smoke in my apartment.” You tell him.

Before he can even attempt to argue with you that he’s given you the best sex of your life— a knock at the door.

He looks over at you, his eyes behind the mask can sort of tell it all. Who’s knocking at your door this late into the night? You pick up your clothes and shuffle over to the door.

You’re greeted by another man.

“Dean!” You exclaim, and Simon picks up his sweatpants he discarded earlier, adjusts his mask and settles on the couch. He feels vulnerable now, he was naked laying on your couch and now Dean waltz in, interrupting your moment of bliss.

“Dean, it's not a good time, I have company over.”

Dean looks at you, smirking, like he already knows who you’re kicking him out for.

“It’s alright I’m just bringing you some of the medicine I took from work. Flu season is nasty and I’ve had a ton of adults out of it in the hospital. Just wanted to bring you some in case.”

Simon can’t help but wonder if Dean is a doctor? Is he one of the good looking doctors like on that idiotic tv show the last girl he was into had liked.

Simon steps out of the living room, and immediately holds back laughter.

Because Dean is nothing compared to him. Dean is tall but lanky. He’s got coke bottle glasses on, scrubs that have Snoopy and Woodstock on them. He’s got a cute face but Jesus the body language here is clear, Dean is not interested in you.

“Hey there, Dean. Simon.”

Your eyes widen at Dean, you’re pretty sure Simon and you are over. Dean puts his hand out and Simon almost laughs at how pathetic his handshake is.

“Good to meet you Simon… Well, I’ll get out of here.”

Dean practically leaves running away, and you peer up at Simon.

“Why’d you have to go and do that?”

“Do what, pet?”

“Scare him off like that.”

Simon cradles you from behind, asks you,

“Thought you wanted Dean and I to get along?”

#ask #simon ghost riley #simon riley #Simon Riley x f!reader #simon riley x you #I didn’t try my best

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