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joeys-babe · 7 months

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Joey B Imagines: Honeymoon*

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summary: you had given birth to your beautiful baby girl just under a year before you and joe got married. to make the honeymoon something to look even more forward to, you decided to wait till then to have sex for the first time since giving birth.

warnings: smut

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n’s pov)

joe was getting antsy, that's for sure.

it was honeymoon night and he was excited for what was about to happen next.

he was standing behind me, holding our leftovers in his hands as i tried to use the key to open.

i felt him shift behind me. he was looking over my shoulder. im guessing trying to figure out what was taking so long.

"here give me the key." - joe

"no. it's okay, i got it." - you

"give me the key." - joes voice grew stern. he wasn't offering, he was demanding

he handed me the leftovers from the restaurant we had just left as i gave him the key.

joe got the door open and quickly walked in, he moved out of the way so i could follow him and then he closed and locked the door behind me.

i walked over to the fridge and put the food up, knowing joe was watching me.

"baby.. can we go to bed?" - joe

"yeah lemme shower first." - you looked at him innocently, playing dumb

"that's not what i- you know what never mind. i'll be waiting for you in here, okay?" - joe

"okay joey." - you

i left joe alone and walked into the master suite, in all honesty i wasn't about to shower. i was gonna use this time to get ready for what usually leads to a shower.

i turned the water on to be safe, i didn't want him to hear me opening my suitcase up.

unzipping my bag, i dug to the bottom and grabbed the lace black lingerie that had been hiding.

slipping it on, i felt so confident in it but i definitely still had my doubts.

after that i re-curled some pieces of my hair that had fallen.

for the next 10 minutes i just sat in the bathroom scrolling through my phone, not exactly stalling but also trying to kill some time.

i wanted to make sure sam was asleep so i called my best friend, alexa.

"are you and joe not fucking right now?" - alexa

"oh my god, no. i'm in the bathroom alone." - you

"okay.. what's up?" - alexa

"i just wanted to talk, we really haven’t talked since the wedding yesterday." - you

“uhm.. okay?” - alexa

"so like how've you been?" - you

"y/n.. what are you stalling for?" - alexa

"i'm not stalling!" - you

"you just got very defensive, why are you hiding in the bathroom?" - alexa

"okay so.. im literally in the bathroom wearing lingerie stalling because i'm scared" - you

"of what?!" - alexa

"what if joe doesn't like how i look.. my body has changed a lot after having the baby and i'm scared he's not gonna find me attractive anymore." - you

"y/n burrow. you're speaking nonsense." - alexa

"i- i'm just scared" - you

"you really think joe isn't gonna like how you look? you know he's obsessed with you, i'm sure he's already tried to make moves on you today. no way he'd pass up the chance of joining the mile high club with you on your way there." - alexa

"okay yeah he has been making moves, but i'm still worried!" - you

"don't overthink it. are you just going to walk up to him in it?" - alexa

"uh no, i was thinking about putting something over it. i brought one of his jerseys, but i could also use one of the robes here" - you

"no use the jersey, i'm gonna go now. good look, babe!" - alexa

"thanks.." - you

she hung up and i let out a loud sigh.

i turned the water off and quietly slipped into the bedroom, making my way over to my suitcase and unzipping it.

grabbing the jersey i ran my hand over the letters on the back. it was something about seeing my new last name on the back.

i put it on and smoothed it out as i took a deep breath and started down the hallway.

when i got to the end of the hallway i saw joe sitting on the couch shirtless. the tv was on but he wasn't watching it, when i looked over his shoulder i saw that he was looking at the wedding pictures that we had just received.

i put my hands over his eyes, he jumped slightly but he quickly realized it was just me.

"guess who?" - you

"uhhh... i have no idea. is that you coach??" - joe

i laughed slightly before taking my hands off and walking in front of him.

"holy shit." - joes eyes scanned your body

he dropped his phone next to him, making it known that his full attention was on me.

"you like what ya see?" - you did a slow spin

after i did my spin and i was facing him again, seeing the look in his eyes made my stomach drop.

"fuck yeah." - joe

i moved forward and straddled him.

wrapping my arms around his neck as his arms snaked around my waist, i let my lips fall to his.

"you're all mine." - joe mumbled into the kiss

his hands migrated to my hips as he started moving me back and forth, grinding me against him.

still grinding against him, his lips left mine as his kisses wandered down to my neck, there were definitely going to be visible marks.

as he was sucking on my neck i let out a moan and grabbed onto his hair causing him to grip my hips.

"no matter how good you look in my jersey, i need to get it off of ya." - joe

he bunched up some of the fabric and looked up at me, wanting me to either tell him to continue or to stop.

"please joe." - you

"please what baby?" - joe grinned dirtily

"take it off me." - you gripped his biceps

joe pulled the jersey over my head and threw it to the side. when he saw the lingerie i had hidden underneath his eyes darkened to a shade id never seen before.

"fucking hell, you're so beautiful." - joe groaned

"i- i was scared you wouldn't like it." - you

joe’s whole body tensed up and it felt like the whole world stopped, please tell me i didn't just ruin this moment.

"what?" - joe

"i don't know, i'm sorry for saying anything.. it's just that my body has changed since having the baby and i was worried you wouldn't be attracted to how i looked in the lingerie." - you

"baby.. are you being for real? i mean this in the most serious way possible but you know you turn me into a horny teenager." - joe

i laughed slightly before i started rubbing his arms.

"again i'm sorry for even saying anything, i was just a little self conscious." - you

"you're safe with me babe... do you want me to keep going?" - joe

"oh yes of course... i need you." - you

"that's it, can you get up for a sec" - joe

i nodded and stood up from sitting on him. he too stood up and pulled his shorts down, his impressive length flinging free.

"no boxers?" - you grinned

"it's our honeymoon, thought i'd have them off more often then on so what's the point of wearing ‘em." - joe smirked

"you're so hot." - you stared at him open mouthed

"i know, gorgeous c’mere." - joe

he sat down on the couch and grabbed the underside of my thighs, pulling me to him.

joe gently put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the floor.

once on my knees, he didn't even have to tell me what to do. this position was all too familiar.

joe let his eyes close as he felt my hand wrap around him, his head falling back as he let out a groan when the movements increased.

when my lips wrapped around his tip he dropped one of his hands from the couch and let it find my hair, he wrapped my hair around his hand controlling the depth and pace.

"i don't think you understand.. how fucking good this feels." - joe moaned

i used my hand to continue the movements on his base.

endless groans, moans, and curses flew out of his mouth. thank god there is no one else staying anywhere close to us.

i noticed his breathing quicken as his hands started guiding me with more strength.

"your mouth y/n, holy shit!" - joe moaned

he came not much longer after that. he let go of my hair and leaned forward, pulling me into a kiss.

"get up here with me. it's your turn" - joe breathed out

i suddenly became very nervous, sure i was excited to be brought pleasure and i was glad it was from joe... but i was just so nervous.

when he noticed i hadn't moved from my position below him joe opened his eyes and leaned up.

"you okay? you're safe with me baby." - joe

"i- i know, and uh i'm okay." - you

"are you just a little nervous?" - joe

i nodded and he reached out for my hand, lifting me up to stand.

"that's okay, it's the first time since you gave birth. you know i won't hurt ya, and if i do something that makes you uncomfortable tell me to stop immediately okay?" - joe

"okay.. thank you." - you

"you don't have to thank me." - joe

i stood up from my kneeling position and sat down next to him.

"i love you." - you kissed him

"love you too babe, now what am i gonna do with you?" - joe smirked

joe turned me to where i was laying flat on my back against the couch.

he gently parted my legs and started placing kisses on the inside of my thighs.

"don't tease, burrow" - you

"be patient, burrow" - joe looked up at me with a grin

good lord... this man.

joe moved the fabric aside as he connected his lips to my core, i was seeing stars.

"fuck joe!" - you moaned

i could literally feel him smile against me.

his mouth was literal magic, and it wasn't long till i was practically screaming his name.

the smug look on his face was evident.

he knew the effect he had on me and it turned him on extremely.

looking down and seeing his already hard again and throbbing dick more than ready to be inside of me was exciting.

"i think you're more than ready for me." - joe

"joey." - you whined

"yeah baby? what is it?" - joe

i moaned in response, unable to form words as i watched him slowly pump himself.

"i need your dick in me, please joe." - you

"i forgot how needy you are." - joe

"shut up and fuck me." - you

"don't gotta tell me twice." - joe

he got on top of me, his hands on either side of my head holding himself up.

i wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, our lips engaging in a filthy kiss as he entered me.

"oh my god- fuck." - joe

we were too busy moaning into each others mouths to kiss.

his thrusts were fast and hard, but i needed more.

"joey." - you moan

"yeah?" - joe breathed out

"harder." - you

"your wish is my command, mama." - joe

his hips met mine with heavy hard thrusts.

i was slowly moving farther up on the couch because of him literally pounding into me.

"damn it!" - joe groaned

with joe on top i could see his facial expression's, those that only showed how good he was feeling.

multiple thrusts later i could feel that unmistakable feeling in my stomach.

"joey, im close." - you gripped his biceps

he acted fast, his already ferocious pace speeding up as i moaned louder and louder.

"that's it baby, just let go." - joe groaned

that and a few more thrusts had me coming apart underneath him.

but the thing is, joe hadn't finished yet.

"babe." - your breathy voice rang out

"yeah?" - joe

"turn us." - you

"baby, you don't have too-" - joe

"i said turn us." - you

joe grabbed me and turned us around with ease, his back was now against the couch and i was on top.

in all honesty i didn't have the energy to ride him, but i wasn't about to let him walk away from this without finishing.

slowly, i started moving on his length. taking every glorious inch of him and then pulling off.

joes neck was rolling in every which way as his nose and eyes were scrunched.

"fuck, baby." - joe moaned

he had his hands on my hips to help guide me at the speed he wanted.

"i'm about to cum, y/n." - joe

i grabbed the back of neck and pulled him up to me, his lips attacking mine.

joe let out a guttural sound into the kiss as i felt him let go inside of me.

i got off of him and dropped next to him onto the couch. joe immediately pulled me to him and rubbed my naked back.

"that was amazing.." - joe

"mhm." - you mumbled against his chest

"i know you already showered, but we should go wash up." - joe

"i never showered." - you giggled as you traced the ridges in his abs

"okay well now you can come take a bath with me. i saw that huge tub in there so i know this is about to be relaxing.” - joe

he stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up.

i stumbled a bit, my legs were still wobbly from what we had just done but joe guided me to the bathroom.

he lowered in first and then i did, my back against his chest as i sat between his legs.

"i love you so much baby, i'm so happy you're my wife." - joe rubbed your shoulders

"i love you too, hubby." - you

we both giggled at the nickname before he kissed my forehead.

i've never felt so loved.

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authors note: why are imagines so much more fun to write than stories?

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roosterforme · 1 year

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 9 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: It's Mardi Gras weekend, and Bradley should know by now that his actions are always going to have consequences.

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut, fluff

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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Bradley breezed through his classes on Friday. This weekend was his fraternity's Mardi Gras party, one of his favorites each year. Usually he loved it because of all the tits on display. This year, he'd be there with you, which was perhaps even better.

"Why do I even waste my time?" he muttered, scrubbing the bathroom again. He had invited you to sleep over all weekend leading up to the party on Saturday night, and he didn't want you to have to use a disgusting bathroom. He also had to go with Jeff and Dev to pick up kegs soon. That ought to be fun.

Dev tried to keep the peace, but Jeff was still condescending. "Looks like you had a fun time in the study room yesterday," he told Bradley with an eyeroll.

Bradley just grunted, lifting one end of the keg. "Yeah." Yesterday, in the moment, it had been amusing to know that Jeff knew Bradley had fucked you in there. Now, Bradley was uncomfortable thinking about it. That should have been private, just between you and him... and maybe whomever was studying in the next room over.

And now Jeff had changed tack, and Bradley wanted to throw the keg at him. "She any good? Tight pussy?" Jeff asked casually, and Bradley shot him a warning look. "Just curious. She's cute, but I'd never hit it now that you've had her."

Bradley would love to punch him in the face. He had to take three deep breaths before saying, "Don't talk about her like that."

Jeff started cracking up. "How else should I talk about her?"

Bradley never talked about any girls like that. Sure, he'd enjoyed a lot of them, Phoebe many times over, but he couldn't stand the banter. "Don't fucking talk about her at all. How does that sound?"

Dev pushed Bradley out of the way and carried the keg with Jeff. "Chill guys."

If Bradley got into another fight, he'd be gone. Only three months until graduation. He needed to keep it together.

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Bradley had his hands all over you at the party on Friday night. It was a smaller crowd, presumably leading up to the rager that the Beta fraternity would be throwing the next night for Mardi Gras. Every time you took more than a few steps away from Bradley, he pulled you back to him.

"Let's go upstairs, Sugar," he whispered to you over and over again. He had such an eager look on his face, you couldn't help but laugh.

He wasn't drinking anything, but every time you finished a drink, he offered to get you another one.

"We'll go up soon," you told him. It was effortless being around him. He wasn't your boyfriend, but he was sure acting like it. Acting like it enough that you could tell how pissed off Jeff was every time you saw him.

So far tonight, you'd seen Jeff all over two different girls. You couldn't even imagine if you'd started dating him what he'd be like now. He was either doing this to get under your skin and Bradley's, or he would have been doing it behind your back.

Bradley was standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders, subtly playing with your hair while you watched a game of beer pong. "Actually, let's go upstairs now, Beer Boy."

Bradley kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand, immediately pulling you toward the stairs. You had to hold the railing, laughing the whole way up as he was trying to take your shirt off.

"Bradley!" you scolded, and you were both laughing.

"Sugar!" he scolded you jokingly, but you came to a stop outside his door.

"Did you do that?" you asked, running your fingers over the hearts that had been drawn in black sharpie next to Sugar written on his door. Other than that addition, the door was exactly the same as the last time you saw it.

He nodded his head the tiniest bit. "Yeah."

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to stop thinking about having Bradley as your boyfriend. It wasn't going to happen.

"I like that," you said pointing to the ink and letting him lead you inside. You had his jeans down, kneeling in front of him right away. "Can I finish what I started yesterday?"

"Yeah," Bradley groaned loudly as you put your lips around his rapidly hardening dick. He was too big for your mouth, so you used both hands too. You bobbed your head a few times, sliding your tongue along the tip. As far as you could tell, guys loved this. You just weren't sure if your technique was good or not. Your mind drifted to Bradley doing this with Janessa, and you felt the burning need to be better than her.

You sucked hard on him for a few seconds until he moaned, running his hand along your cheek. You let him slip out of your mouth long enough to ask him, "Do you like that?" Your voice sounded deep and needy, and Bradley looked down at you with a subtle smirk that had you wrapping your lips around him again.

He maintained eye contact with you while he said, "I like everything you do."

Licking along his tip, the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. "Am I better for you than Janessa?" You paused with him resting right between your lips, your breath ghosting over him.

Bradley's lips parted, but it took him a few seconds to answer. "Don't compare yourself, Sugar. You'd make everyone else look bad all the time."

You sucked on him and took him as far as you could, rolling your tongue and listening to all of the noises he was making. When he started whispering your name, you hollowed your cheeks and squeezed his balls. He came so hard, hitting the back of your throat; you almost choked before swallowing him down. You looked up at him as a few tears leaked from your eyes, his dick still inside your mouth.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he told you.

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Bradley loved getting head. Watching you suck his dick was so fun for him, he'd remember it for the rest of his life. You made eye contact, struggling to take him all the way and choking on his cum. You shed some pretty tears, and Bradley scooped you up into his arms.

Softly, you asked him, "Will you go down on me?"

He nodded and kissed you softly. Giving girls head was a means to an end. He already got off in your mouth, so he could not believe he was agreeing to this right now. But he undressed you, spread you out on his bed and found that you were soaking wet.

"Did you get this wet while your mouth was on me?" he asked you, dipping a finger through your folds and opening you up a bit more to his gaze. Jesus, you were so pretty down here too.

"Yes," you gasped when his finger stroked your clit. He put his mouth on you, slid his finger inside and sucked gently. You were moaning so softly, rolling your hips against his mouth in a rhythm that Bradley found addicting in a way he never had before. He removed his fingers and licked a broad stripe slowly from below your opening to above your clit.

"Bradley!" you yelped and he grinned up at you.

"You liked that?" he asked as you nodded down at him. He kissed you softly as he whispered, "Tell me you liked it and I'll do it again, Sugar."

"I liked it," you said, your voice breaking on the words. When Bradley did it again, you moaned his name.

"Tell me how much you like it," he demanded with a devilish grin, licking you again. "Tell me, Sugar."

You just begged, whispering please again, seemingly unable to form any other words as you covered your face with your hands.

"You sound dumb, baby." He dipped his tongue into you, swirling your moisture until it was all over his face.

You sounded like you were crying when he put his lips back on your clit, and your hips were rolling harder. You came hard and loud, half laughing and half crying, and Bradley crawled up your body, kissing your sweetness into your mouth.

After a few minutes, you shuffled yourself under the blankets and curled up next to him, his pants still halfway down his legs. "I've never been able to cum like that before," you whispered, and Bradley grinned as you dozed off. If this is how it would always feel with you, then he wouldn't mind doing it over and over again.

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You went home to shower and change before the Mardi Gras party, and Bradley insisted on walking you there. "You don't have to," you said. "It's broad daylight outside!"

"I want to," he told you, covering your mouth when you tried to protest again.

"I'll walk back later with Janessa," you told him, promising you wouldn't walk alone.

Janessa did your makeup in the kitchen. "Glitter?!" you asked, cringing as she swiped some on.

"Stop scrunching your face like that. You'll fit right in this way. Just wait until you see what the other girls are wearing....or not wearing, I suppose," she told you, putting a purple shade on your lips.

"What are you going to wear?" you asked, trying not to move your lips while she worked.

"Not much," she said with a shrug. "I'm planning on getting some beads. Wanna borrow something tiny?"

"Beads? Like flashing the guys?" you asked, suddenly kind of wanting to stay home.

"Yeah, it's fun. Doesn't mean anything. Except when I flash Tyson... that's going to mean something." Janessa was smirking now.

Bradley was going to be waiting for you if you didn't show up. You exhaled, saying, "I guess. Give me one of your shirts."

You stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom and almost laughed. Janessa's shirt was so small, it looked like an oversized sports bra. But at least it had long sleeves. You threw Bradley's sweatshirt on over your outfit, planning on leaving it on for awhile.

When you and Janessa arrived at the house, it was more packed than you could have ever imagined. There were literally topless girls hanging out on the porch, and you had no idea how the guys weren't getting a noise complaint at the moment.

"Let's go," Janessa yelled, dragging you inside the house. When you didn't see Bradley right away, you made your way toward the kitchen, hoping he would make it easy for you in this crowd. There were beads flying across the living room and people were standing on the couches.

You caught some beads before they could hit you in the head and looped them around your neck. "Thanks," you muttered to the guy who threw them as he chanted Flash us!

When you were practically shoved through the kitchen door, you saw him, sitting on the counter next to Dev and sipping a beer. There were two girls with them, laughing and probably flirting, wearing shirts smaller than the one you had under Bradley's sweatshirt. Your heart sank.

"Sugar," Bradley said when he saw you, hopping off the counter and shoving past both girls. You didn't know why you felt nervous. As soon as he reached you, he was kissing you right in front of the others. "Hi."

"Beer Boy," you whispered next to his lips, and you watched him smile.

He pressed his lips to your neck, and you saw both girls eyeing you up with interest. Well, this was a new feeling for you.

"Let's get you a good beer," he told you. He opened two and handed you one. "Wanna walk around?"

You laughed. "It's so packed, I don't see how we could walk around.

"We'll manage. Nice shirt, by the way," he said with a smile, tilting his beer toward his own sweatshirt on you. "What you got on underneath?" he asked, licking his lips.

"Not much," you told him with a smile, knowing he would find out later.

"Love to hear that," he said, taking your hand and leading you out into the crowd and noise.

You had to yell to be heard. "Why are there so many guys here tonight? Usually it's mostly girls."

Bradley leaned in closer to you. "We invite guys from other frats to this party every year. Kind of a goodwill gesture. Come for the free beer, stay for the girls," he said with a laugh. "I don't know most of them, so stay close, okay?"

You agreed as he nodded toward the beer pong tables and raised his eyebrows.

"Yes," you confirmed. Now that you'd gotten so much better, you didn't mind playing in front of a crowd.

Bradley got your body squared up just like last time, his hands lingering on your hips and sliding up under the sweatshirt. "You know, if you're too warm, we can just take this off...."

You didn't stop him when he slid the fabric up higher and higher, revealing your bare torso inch by inch.

"Damn, Sugar. Are you wearing anything under this?" he asked, and you laughed before he finally revealed green fabric. "That's a tiny shirt." He was licking his lips as he looked at your breasts. You'd skipped a bra, and it was so obvious right now. You were afraid everyone was looking at you, but no... just Bradley.

You almost whimpered as he tossed his sweatshirt into the corner and let his hands rest on your waist.

"Focus, you two!" called a random guy from the other end of the table, and Bradley got you in place again.

"Just like last time. It's math," he reminded you, taking the first shot and making it into a cup.

You jumped up and down, and his eyes were instantly on your breasts again.

"God, this is going to be a fun night," he told you.

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Bradley watched you make two shots in a row, throwing your arms around him in celebration. "We won!" you cheered, and he kissed you hard on the mouth. He ran his hands along your back.

"You're good at it now." He set the table up again, getting it ready for the next set of opponents to try to beat you. Bradley glanced around the room, every once in a while spotting some bare tits. The Beta guys were handing out liberal amounts of Mardi Gras beads, and he had a few strands in his pocket, but he was planning on giving them all to you.

He had spotted the gold strand around your neck before. "Where'd you get the beads, Sugar?" he asked, eyes narrowed.

You rolled your eyes. "Some guy threw them at me and then tried to get me to flash him. Idiot did it in the wrong order," you told him with a laugh.

Bradley laughed as the next pair made their way to the table. "You wanna earn some more beads?" he asked, pulling you against him with a smirk.

"From you?" you asked. It was so loud, Bradley had to practically read your lips. He nodded in response and almost fell over when you pulled up the bottom of your little crop top, and glancing side to side, revealed your tits to him. Your body was pressed against his pretty good, so he only caught a glimpse, but he smiled so much his cheeks hurt.

"God damn," he whispered in your ear as you blushed and pulled your shirt back down. He slid one hand inside your shirt and pinched your nipple. Your eyes went wide and you gasped. Bradley kissed your open mouth and looped some purple beads around your neck.

Then he guided you to the table, acting like he didn't have a semi hard dick when he took the first throw.

You were getting drunk after the second and third games, dancing around next to him. At one point, he had to guide you closer to the wall, because you were insisting on flashing him again. "Just take all my beads, baby. They are all yours," he promised, adding all of the strands from his pocket to the ones you were already wearing. You were giggling nonstop now and reaching for him. He was planning on taking you upstairs soon.

Bradley knew Phoebe was out on the porch, and he had spotted Jeff a few minutes ago, but he seemed to be keeping his distance, thankfully. "I need the bathroom," Bradley told you. "I'll be right back."

So Bradley walked away as you started to set up the beer pong table again. You were smiling, and the two of you were on a roll, knocking out all of your opponents. He ran upstairs to his bathroom to pee. When he looked in the mirror, which he hated doing, he actually looked happy. Huh.

He wove his way back through all of the tits and found you standing with your back to him. Some guy he didn't recognize was talking to you, and Bradley wanted to start the next round of pong, but he froze as the guy ran his fingers down your side.

You didn't back away when he asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Bradley watched you shake your head, and he clenched his fists. "No, I don't have a boyfriend," you answered, and the guy smiled at you in such a way that Bradley wanted to level him.

When he touched you again, you stumbled backwards a step and laughed, encouraging this dickhead.

"What the fuck?" Bradley asked nobody in particular. While he supposed you weren't lying, it made him so angry that you were still chatting with the other guy. The thumping music was starting to make Bradley's head pound. He really needed to get out of this room now, and he wanted to beg you to come with him to the kitchen or his bedroom or outside. Anywhere away from everyone else.

"Bradley!" called a girl with her naked tits covered in beads. "I haven't seen you in weeks!" He was pretty sure this girl had, until very recently, had her name written on his door.

"What's up?" he asked her, still watching you with most of his attention.

"Just having fun!" she announced. "I don't know if you remember my name, but it's Willow. Can we go upstairs?"

"No," he told her softly, letting his eyes dip down to her chest. Her nipples were peeking out between the beads, and he thought for a second that he did remember fucking her. It had been fun.

"No?" Willow asked, pulling his hands up to her chest. Maybe Bradley had more beer in him than he originally thought, because he was having a hard time processing. She started kissing his cheek, inching toward his mouth as she laughed.

She kissed his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Bradley sighed, running his fingers aimlessly along her body, stopping at her tits. If you were going to flirt with other guys, why couldn't he do the same? But the thought made him uncomfortable.

"Wait, no," he managed to say, backing away.

She pouted. "Well can I at least have more beads then?" she asked.

"I gave them all away," he said, turning back to where you were looking thoroughly upset. "To Sugar. Sugar!"

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You were going to throw up. You turned away from Max, a guy you used to tutor in calculus, before you spotted Bradley just across the beer pong table. He had his hands all over a topless girl, and they were kissing. She was reaching for the front of his jeans, and he wasn't doing anything to stop her. You watched Bradley's hand skim over her breasts as if you weren't right here. As if you hadn't just flashed him and let him touch you. As if you meant nothing.

You wanted to rip his fucking door right off the hinges and throw it out his bedroom window.

"Sugar!" he called when he turned to face you. But you started walking away, you already had tears in your eyes now, so you swiped them off your cheeks. He wasn't worth crying over, but you couldn't help it. You had feelings for him, after just meeting him last month. You knew how he was, but you let yourself fall anyway.

You squeezed through bodies, having an easier time of it than Bradley with his bigger form.

"Sugar!" he called. "Wait!" But you just moved faster until you were out on the front porch. You saw Phoebe, and she gave you a dirty look which just made you want to cry even more. You were such a fucking idiot, you took off down the sidewalk. But out in the open, Bradley caught up to you easily.

"Talk to me!" he demanded, and you turned around to gape at him.

"About what? You touching that girl's boobs? Or you shoving your tongue down her throat?" you asked, sobbing a little bit.

Bradley looked like he was in agony. "Why the fuck did you tell that guy you don't have a boyfriend?"

"Because I don't, Bradley! The last guy who asked me out was Jeff, and I told him no!"

"Why were you flirting with him? And letting him touch you?"

Now your anger was taking over and the sadness was receding. "I wasn't! I told him to stop! You know what, Bradley? You have a lot of nerve. You touched her and kissed her, and you're trying to make me feel bad?"

"Sugar, I didn't-"

"Stop calling me that!"

Bradley ran his hands through his hair. "Look, I fucked up, but it won't happen again!"

You laughed at him and started walking away again, shivering in the night air with your skin exposed. "No shit, it won't happen again. Lose my number. And repaint your fucking door."

"Will you listen to me?" he asked, grabbing you by the shoulder to stop you. "I really like you!"

You just shook your head and started crying more. "No, you don't. You think you do. You even made me think you did, but you don't."

"Fuck!" he shouted. "I have never dated anyone before, and I want you to be my girlfriend."

You stood stunned, in the middle of the sidewalk. "No." You turned and walked toward your apartment with Bradley on your heels. "Leave me alone," you told him, wiping your tears away as you went. But he stayed with you until you reached your building. "Will you leave me alone? Please?" you asked, hiccupping. You forced yourself to turn to face him, and when you did, the urge to throw up returned.

He looked devastated. You had wanted him to be your boyfriend. You really wanted him to want to make it official. And now he had ruined it. He had ruined all of the times he had been so sweet to you. Every memory was going to boil down to this moment for you.

"I just... needed to make sure you got back safely," he said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I'm sorry. I fucked up. I wouldn't do it again. I would be a good boyfriend." His eyes looked watery, but you knew you had to stand your ground.

"Lose my number. Paint your door." You went inside.

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Wow.... nice going, Beer Boy. Sugar knew better than to get involved. Gotta thank @mak-32 once again... this fic is for you.

Part 10

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starysky1289 · 5 months

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Rookie!Vanessa X Guitarist!Reader. Noise complaint

Note: this is kinda experimental, also I don’t play the guitar so I did my best please don’t kill Me 😭😭

The strings of the guitar hummed as you tried to tune it. It was new, just bought yesterday, and it was getting to be a pain in your ass already.

“ Y/N come on, we can’t play our shit without you “

“ I’m trying Mathew, it’s not getting in the right key. Just start without me, I’ll get this fixed soon “

Mathew, the ‘ leader ‘ of your little ragtag band, groaned, clearing his throat as he signaled to start one of the songs. And as soon as he did, the drums started, followed by the acoustic, and the keyboard. You were stuck with your stupid new yellow bass guitar.

They had finished by the time you finally got I in the right tune, and it practically roar with sound.

“ hell yeah, alright guys, let’s run- “

Mathew started, before the whine of a police siren stopped him. You all let out a groan, looking down the driveway. It was the same older officer that would always show up at your practices, but this time he was followed by another, A taller blonde, a girl at that.

“ Mathew, You know why I’m here. “

“ Derek come on man. Tell Janett to get over it, we’ve gotta practice and Y/Ns the only one of us who has a garage. “

Derek, the officer, let out a heavy sigh, his hand on his waist as he went onto explain why he just can’t do that, and why we couldn’t be doing it after dark. Your eyes only focused on the new girl, whom was focusing intently on Derek and how he was handling the situation. You played a small note to catch her attention, it worked, and her blue eyes looked up at you. You chuckled, setting your guitar in the stand and trotting up to her.

“ hey,I’m Y/N. I’ve never seen you around here officer. “

“ I-it’s my first day patrolling with Officer Derek, I’m Vanessa. “

You smirked, cocking your hip out and adjusting your bracelets.

“ well officer, if you ever need to practice putting someone in cuffs, you just give me a call~ “

You teased, putting your wrists out in front of her. She blushed, glancing away and letting out an awkward laugh. Derek gave you a glance from the side of his thick glasses.

“ don’t flirt with my Rookie Y/N. Yall have till 7:30 to be packed and gone. Have a good night yall. “

Derek muttered, and headed back to the patrol car. You quickly dug in your pocket, pulling out one of your crumpled flyers.

“ Hey, Officer Vanessa. Here. “

You caught up to her, handing her the flyer. It was just a black paper with your bands logo and some information.

“ me and the guys are gonna be playing at a club later this week, if your off you should stop by.. sure you’d like it. “

“ thank you. I’ll keep it in mind “

Vanessa nodded, and got into the squad car, you watched her drive off and chuckled, walking back up to the band.

“ you tryna sleep with a cop now Y/N? “

“ shut it Mathew. I’m just being nice. Now, one more song for Janett? “

*~*

You combed through your hair, throwing it up into a tight ponytail. You had your guitar on standby, this was the biggest show you all had yet, you wore a cropped band shirt, your band specifically, a short black studded jacket, and a pair of tight ripped jeans.

“ we ready? “

Mathew asked, he was dressed much more punkly than any of you, but he was much more into than you all. You all gave a curt nod, and stood in your positions.

The curtain opened, and you were greeted by a roaring crowd. You nervously gripped your guitar, glancing through the crowd to see if Vanessa had shown up. Mathew started announcing the first song, and you quickly got yourself ready, before the bright blue eyes of Vanessa caught yours. She smiled softly, and you did aswell. You felt your whole body calm down, and the music practically played itself.

*~*

“ that was amazing, very proud of you all. Y/N, that bass is a beast, definitely worth it. Alright, meet up at the garage Sunday. Till then, my fallen angels “

“ call us that again and we’ll make sure your a risen angel idiot. “

You call at Mathew as he leaves, and you finish packing up your guitar, heading off the stage.

“ hey, Y/N. That was a wonderful show, I’m happy I came “

Vanessa stopped you, smiling again. You couldn’t help but chuckle, smiling back at her.

“ thank you, I’m surprised you made it. “

“ i was free, wanted something to do. “

You both walked towards the door, chatting about the atmosphere and how much of a dive this bar was.

“ I best get walking. Thank you again, I’m sure I’ll see more of you. “

“ your walking home? That’s a while away, let me drive you home, please, I insist.

“ I can’t make you do that. “

Vanessa took your hand, smiling even more softly and even more gentle than before.

“ please. You’re not making me, I want to. “

You flush, and nodded, letting her walk you out to her car. You sat passenger side, with your guitar case between your legs. She drove off, you admired the way she steered the wheel, you thought it was odd, but just the way her hands controlled the care made you feel something. The way she’d hook her fingers around it, or drive with one had ontop of the wheel, it made you feel fuzzy.

“ You got a girl at home waiting for ya? “

“ n-no. Just myself in that little old house. But it’s nice, I’m thinking of getting a cat. “

“ well..if you ever need someone to keep ya company. “

Vanessa handed you over one of her business cards. You chuckled again, putting it in your pocket.

You two eventually arrived at your house, you stepped out and nodded, walking up to your front door. You looked back at her for a moment, before walking back down.

“ you wanna..j-join me for dinner? I’ve got chicken in the crock pot…”

“ aww..I’d love to but I’ve got work to be done at my place. Give me a text later on though..I’ll make it up to ya~ “

You nodded, feeling a bit disappointed but understood. You said your thank you’s once again, and heading inside, gently closing the door.

After a few hours, you did decide to text her. She was a very open texter, not dry like your band mates were. Your stomached fluttered, finally working up the courage to ask what she meant earlier.

“ Hey, I don’t wanna be a pain. But, what did you mean earlier? When you said you’d made up for not joining me for dinner? “

“ Oh, I almost forgot! Give me one minute darling~ “

It was the first time she called you any sorta name beside your real name. Your heart raced as you waited for her response, your heart was so fast, in fact, that it practically stopped when she had sent you a few nudes. The way her skin looked so smooth, the way her tits were a perfect size. The last thing she texted you for the night was “ Enjoy <3 “.

And you couldn’t help but remember her driving the car, how she controlled that wheel as you slowly made your hand down your pants.

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makeitmingi · 3 months

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 14]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

Yunho chewed on the nail of his thumb nervously as he sat in his car. How was he supposed to act when he saw you today? He left you, asleep on your couch last night. Well, he wrote a note but should he have woken you up?

"Argh!" He fell forward onto his steering wheel. Yunho inwardly cringed, imaging how if his mother knew, she would nag him for being 'un-gentlemanly'.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Yunho looked up to see San there, tilting his head in confusion, having seen the taller's quiet outcry.

"You okay?" San asked. Yunho nodded glumly. He gathered his things and got out of the car. Seeing the two other cars parked there, he knew that the kitchen crew was in already.

"We had a break yesterday, why do you look more tired?" San chuckled, slinging his arm around Yunho's shoulders.

"I'm fine, San. I just stayed up too late playing." Yunho said.

"Yeah, after abandoning Yeosang and I mid-game. What gives man?" San raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, I just had to suddenly go somewhere for... a thing..." Yunho tried his best not to give anything away, making San scoff. They walked in together and the kitchen was already bustling, as expected. While San greeted everyone excitedly, Yunho ducked into the locker room to put his stuff down.

"Morning." Yunho gulped, greeting everyone. You were standing at the other side, your back to him. With your music playing in your ears, you didn't hear his soft greeting.

"Are you okay?" Seonghwa asked. Yunho nodded his head, going to the front of the house to get the barista counter ready.

"I'll start the bacon garnish for the bacon quiches coming out." You said, turning around.

"Before that, taste test this, please." Jongho placed one of the pastries on the board and cut into it with his knife. The crisp sound of pastry sounded through kitchen.

"So layer of puff at the bottom, layered the thin potatoes over and doted camembert cheese with thyme and black pepper." He said.

"Mmm, it's good. How did you prep the potatoes?" You asked while chewing the bite.

"Thinly sliced, then cooked in cream for a bit until just before tender then I laid it over the pastry. Oh, I also shredded some gruyere over. And 5 minutes before it was done, I cracked the black pepper over, was worried it might burn in the oven." He explained.

"Good decision. Hwa, Woo, come taste." You called them over. Jongho cut them wedge to try. Seonghwa nodded in approval while Wooyoung happily leaned on Jongho.

"This is amazing. You, just promote him to sous already." Wooyoung said to you.

"He's been doing the duties of a sous for so long, he just doesn't want to take the title." You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"I would rather not work the pass. I'm fine doing prep when I can." Jongho said, bringing the other potato camembert pastries to the side for service later.

"Working the peanut butter frosting now for the chocolate cake." Wooyoung announced, running to the mixer.

"Orange pound cake ready to hit the ovens." Seonghwa said.

"I'll start on the candied orange peel topping while you make the drizzle?" You asked him. He nodded and you both started on those tasks. Yunho peeked through the small window, you seemed fine. You weren't unhappy and Seonghwa didn't look like he wanted to kill Yunho so maybe he was fine.

"Aww." He whimpered with dread, his shoulders slumping slightly. Mingi, who was standing there, watched his best friend with much confusion. He chuckled before moving over.

"Yunho."

"AH!" Yunho jumped, falling back slightly while panting with his hand over his chest in fear.

"Buddy, what is wrong with you?" Mingi asked. Having heard Yunho scream, you poked your head out. Yunho and Mingi both looked over at you.

"Everything okay here?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. Mingi shrugged, nodding over to Yunho.

"I'm fine. Thanks, (y/n)." Yunho cleared his throat, straightening up. You nodded slowly, not really knowing what was happening between them but you didn't really care to get involved.

"Oh, yeah. Yunho, you left your scarf at mine last night. It's in my cubby." You said and Yunho nodded before you went back into the kitchen. Mingi's eyes were wide, his jaw slightly slacked as he turned to his best friend.

"You left your what where?" Mingi asked.

"She invited me to her place for dinner last night." Yunho explained with a sigh.

"Is that why you've been distracted and jumpy?" Mingi questioned again. Yunho nodded then shook his head, then ultimately just let his head drop in frustration.

"Ah... no, it's not that." Yunho grumbled, rubbing his temples. Mingi just playfully smirked.

"It's okay, Yun." Mingi teased, wrapped his arm around his best friend.

"What's going on?" Hongjoong came over.

"So our dear boss here, apparently left San and Yeosang mid game yesterday. Yes, they complained to me about it. But what I've heard is that our boy here, actually left to go to (y/n)'s place for dinner. Even left his scarf there." Mingi informed. Hongjoong's eyes widened as Yunho facepalmed.

"You suck, Mingi. I'll explain what actually happened when I clear my head." Yunho rolled his eyes and entered the kitchen.

"Hey." Yunho came to you. You held a hand out to him as you were stirring something in the sauce pan, taking a spoon to taste it.

"Yeah. What's up? I already told you that your scarf is in my cubby, get it yourself if you need it." You said, still moving along the bench but at least were listening to Yunho now.

"No, not that. Thanks by the way. I just... you're not mad?" Yunho winced as he asked.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" You scoffed.

"Because I just left you there on the couch...?" Yunho rubbed the back of his neck. You stopped, staring at the wall before turning to look at Yunho.

"And what do you think you should have done instead? Yunho, I'm not mad. I would have been if you had actually woken me up. And anyway, the person who should be mad is you. I invited you over and fell asleep." You shrugged.

"No! I'm not mad at all! I know... it's tiring cooking a lot. I'm still really grateful and enjoyed myself." Yunho gulped. By now, the entire kitchen had gone quiet, with the 3 listening in.

"Nice to hear that you did. I brought leftovers if you're interested." You told him.

"You did?!" His eyes sparkled.

"Yes, I just said I did." You side eyed him. Yunho let out a sigh of relief, throwing his head back as he began to laugh. He was worried over nothing, you weren't mad.

"There's not much time. You need to open the restaurant." You checked the wall clock.

"The restaurant?... Oh yeah! Opening time!" He jumped and ran out the door to the front, leaving you there, blinking.

"So..."

"Shut up. It's nothing." You rolled your eyes, cutting Wooyoung off. Seonghwa just chuckled at how Wooyoung whined at your lack of sharing. He was curious too, he hadn't heard you mention anything about Yunho being over when he called you yesterday. Maybe he'll ask you later.

"I'm more interested in what you cooked him. He was so excited about leftovers." Jongho raised his hand. You sighed while Seonghwa and Wooyoung burst out laughing.

"Short rib bourguignon..." You mumbled softly, looking at your fingernails instead of directly at them.

"What?"

"Short rib bourguignon..." You said again, albeit a little louder but still tried to keep your voice low. There was suddenly a wave of silence that washed over the kitchen.

"You made him our favourite dish?! Don't tell me you made it with bone marrow."

"How could you?"

"We've been asking you to make that for so long!"

All the protests came at you. You scrunched your nose, rubbing your temples before turning back to your counter and finishing your work. You've never given into their short rib bourguignon request just to mess with them and hold it over them.

"Fine, yes, I made it for him with bone marrow, everything. I wanted him to try it okay? Because his favourite thing is galbi jjim so I wanted to let him try it." You said.

"Mash or pasta?" Seonghwa asked.

"Both. Roasted garlic mash and pappardelle." You told them, taking the trays out of the oven when the timers were up.

"Wow... Even gave him options..." Wooyoung shook his head with a click of his tongue, conveying the betrayal that he felt. You shot him a flat look.

"You guys have had it before! And you guys are capable of making it on your own." You hissed.

"And don't tell me that Yunho can make it on his own too because we know he can't." You glared at them before they could reply.

"Alright, alright. We accept your apology. Now, let's discuss the dinner menu." Jongho patted your shoulders. You cast him a look, you didn't even apologise to them.

"Let me bring this out for service." Seonghwa brought out the other bacon quiches to display. You grabbed a piece of paper and your sharpie, beginning to brainstorm with Wooyoung and Jongho on dishes for tonight's dinner menu. Hongjoong said that there were already quite some reservations coming in.

"We should do a chopped romesco sauce. Don't blend it, do a fine chop on the board for texture." Wooyoung suggested. You nodded, writing it down.

"Sorry, what are we serving with that?" Seonghwa came back in, having heard Wooyoung's idea.

"Chicken roulade. Stuffed with perilla leaf and garlic chives. Sous vide and finish off in a pan to get some colour on it." You said.

"If we have the sous vide going, let's do barramundi on the grill. Sous vide cherry tomatoes and fennel in that Korean aged white soy sauce to serve alongside." Seonghwa raised his hand.

"I think we need starches. With the chicken, potato parsnip puree? And I think with the barramundi, like a rice pilaf."

"What do you suggest we flavour the rice with?" You asked Jongho.

"Mixed herbs, paprika, lemon zest and we make it slightly creamy with emulsification of cold butter to finish it off. Just slightly to accompany the meatier fish and tartness of the cherry tomatoes." Jongho replied.

"Main starch?" Wooyoung asked. You put the sharpie down, scratching your head as you walked into the walk in to check the ingredients that you had.

"Seafood pasta. Blend the roe of the scallops, make a light sauce. Serve it with seared scallop meat, grilled prawns, clams, squid. I want the prawn shells for a prawn oil to go over." You said.

"Yes, chef." The 3 replied.

"Are we doing bucatini?" Seonghwa clarified. You nodded your head slowly, too focused on the sauce instead.

"Let's mix some chogochujang (spicy sauce usually served with seafood and Korean raw fish) into the sauce to add brightness. I want the tartness from the vinegar."

"Sure." They all took their own notes for what they would be doing for the night.

"Okay, let's discuss appetisers before we get too hung up on the mains. Then desserts." You pulled up another piece of paper. Yunho came in to listen to your brainstorming session. But with what happened earlier, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho stopped talking, looking at him.

"What?" You looked up from the paper when they went silent. Turning around, you saw that Yunho was standing there. You hadn't even heard him come in.

"Guys, focus." You frowned.

"Right... So I was saying yukhoe (Korean raw beef) but with a chimichurri. We got a fattier cut of beef, it should cut nicely."

"Okay. Hwa, you're on that for tonight then." You hummed and wrote it down.

"I kind of want to do a soup. What soup can we do with what we have?" You asked. Jongho and Wooyoung walked into the walk in to check the inventory.

"White bean?" Jongho suggested.

"I would like to save the white bean for cassoulet stew tomorrow. What are our other options?" You said.

"We can do wild mushroom soup with doenjang." Wooyoung proposed. You all thought about it as a concept, mushrooms do go well with heavier, more fermented flavours. You nodded and added it to the list.

"You okay to handle that on your own?" You asked. Wooyoung gave you a thumbs up. Then you moved onto desserts. Yunho watched you quietly, he was always so mesmerised by you.

The way you commanded the attention in the room, the way the others looked at you with such respect and reverence.

"Alright. That settles it. Let's get the sous vides going and we'll break for the day." You said.

"Anything I can help with?" Yunho asked.

"Yes, actually. Help us fill those bins and stick the sous vide in while we begin the prep." You said. Yunho nodded, he knew how to do that, you've taught him before.

"(y/n) and I on the tomatoes and fennel. Hwa hyung and Jongho on the chicken? We'll help when we're done here." Wooyoung asked.

"Sure." Seonghwa and Jongho started on the chicken. When Yunho was done setting the sous vides up, he went to help them. Jongho gave him the mallet to pound the chicken until it was flat and even. Seonghwa prepared the filling of mainly perilla leave and garlic chives that would go in the middle.

"It reminds me of a roll cake.... but like, meat." Yunho chuckled as Jongho explained the dish to him.

"Well, that's essentially the idea." Seonghwa said. While you made the 'marinade' for the vegetables, Wooyoung quickly prepared and sliced the fennel.

"What's that?" Yunho asked.

"White soy sauce." Leaning over to grab a tasting spoon, you pour a little on and handed it to Yunho for him to taste it.

"It doesn't look and taste like soy sauce. It's sweeter? And not as salty as I expected. How do they make the colour so light?" He asked, tasting the bit of sauce.

"White soy has more wheat than soy beans and is fermented for a much shorter period of time. That means less sugars are broken down, that's why it has a sweeter taste." You explained.

"Can you use it as a dip? Like for fish." He thought out loud.

"Not really. It is used more in cooking to enhance flavours. So the cherry tomatoes we got are a little sour, that's why we're using the sweetness and lightness of the white soy to balance it without adding straight sugar." Wooyoung added.

"Doing the same for the fennel." You said. You held open the sous vide bags for Wooyoung to dump the ingredients in.

"How's the chicken coming along?" When you and Wooyoung prepared the vegetables, you went over to where Jongho and Seonghwa were.

"You can start trussing the meat while we finish up." Seonghwa said. You hummed and grabbed the butchers' twine.

"Ooh, what's going on here?" Yeosang came in.

"Watching them prep for dinner. And helping." Yunho said. Yeosang leaned down to watch you secure the rolled up chicken with twine after Wooyoung rolls it with filling.

"Looks like a lollipop." Yeosang laughed. That made you let out a small laugh, nodding in agreement.

"What is the green filling?" He asked.

"Perilla leaf, garlic chives, salt and white pepper." You replied. Yeosang nodded his head, impressed and interested in the dish. He took his phone out to take a picture of the rolled up chicken. When Hongjoong came in for his break, Yunho went back out to support the other boys.

"Okay, let's start a timer and head out." You instructed. The 4 of you went to get your things. You grabbed Yunho's scarf and container of leftovers, tucking them beside his bag.

"Bye. See you tonight." Hongjoong waved with a smile, Yeosang too. The 4 of you headed out for the rest of the day.

"Kitchen crew just went home." Yeosang said, stretching his arms over his head.

"This is bomb." Mingi said, stuffing his face with a slice of bacon quiche. San leaned over with his mouth open for Mingi to feed him but Mingi merely pulled his plate away.

"Get you own." Mingi growled.

"I just want a bite! And that's the last slice!" San whined. Mingi rolled his eyes, giving in and letting San have a bite.

"Mmm, it is good. The meaty bacon in the quiche with the crispy bacon on top." He said as he chewed. Yunho waved for San to help make the drinks for the orders that were coming in. Mingi continued to have his break behind Yunho.

"So, can you explain what's up with you and (y/n) now?" Mingi asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"A little busy here." Yunho replied, keying in the order so San would get the ticket to prepare the drink. He stepped away from the cash register to help San.

"Thank you. Please come again." He smiled, handing the drinks to the customers.

"There's something going on between you and (y/n)?" San asked while scooping ice into the cups.

"Nothing. Mingi is just spouting nonsense. As usual. (y/n) and I are just... friends." Yunho rolled his eyes, ignoring the way his chest felt warm when he called you a 'friend'. Mingi scoffed at Yunho's words.

"You were at her house yesterday." Mingi pointed out.

"You're at my house all the time. Does that mean there's anything going on between us?" Yunho raised an eyebrow.

"Well, there can be. But you playing. I told you we could get married if the law allowed it." Mingi teased, making San laugh. Yunho sighed, facepalming at Mingi's words. People would seriously misunderstand if they had heard him. Yunho's mother thought Mingi was serious when he mentioned marriage prospects jokingly.

"Wait, is that why you left me and Yeosang to die?" San asked in disbelief and betrayal. Yunho ignored him so he turned to Mingi, who nodded in confirmation.

"Wah, Yunho ah. How could you?" San shook his head with much disapproval.

"She invited me for dinner. That's it. Nothing happened. We talked about food and cooking." Yunho said briefly.

"You just left after eating?" Mingi tilted his head.

"She fell asleep on the couch. It felt awkward for me to continue to stay so I left." Yunho revealed. Mingi and San burst out laughing, making Yunho shush them since customers were around.

"Were you so boring that she fell asleep?" San could barely get his question out between his laughs.

"She was tired from cooking. The dish she cooked me was a difficult dish and it took her a long time to cook it." Yunho frowned.

"Wow, she put in that much effort to make dinner for you? That's really nice, Yunho ah. You should do something to thank her." Mingi adviced. Yunho nodded, he knew he should repay you but he didn't know how.

"How? I didn't even know what kind of gift to bring to her house. I brought her my favorite cold brew coffee... She said she liked it but I don't know." Yunho rubbed the back of his neck.

"You'll think of something." San patted his shoulder with encouragement.

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CAT? HUMAN? | MLIST

﹙SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER X FEM READER﹚

An: IM GETTING IMPATIENT TO POST THIS ONE SO ILL POST THIS RQ BEFR I GOT BUSY

Tw: 3.3 SCARAMOUCHE LORE SPOILERS, used pronouns in 3rd POV: they/them/you, cursing , another day another ginger slander/J DONT ATTACK ME PLS一

"ma'am are you sure you want a room this large-" "Did i stutter?" You send a threatening glare to the man while he nervously gulp "I-it cost 5,4000 (i def did not guess frfr) along with the items" You look over ur bank acc; feeling hesitant but still its for you best kitten right?

"fine, I'll take it." Just like that they start working on Kuni's new room which is pretty large for his size.. buy its okay atleast he got WAY TOO MUCH space to explore

"[Name] can you be fr right now?" Yoimiya sweatdrop while you're at the couch being proud parent that Kuni learned how to stand in 3 second "Yes Yoimiya I am being for real" you smiled before showering Kuni with your affection

"A LARGE ROOM JUST FOR A 3 SECOND STAND?? sigh this cat is very special yeah?" She also sat down beside you before noticing the amount of changes in your house

Before your house dont have toys around, a bowl at the floor, a sack of cat foods etc. 'thats a different breed there..'

Yoimiya looks over you who was busy pampering your kitten before asking the same question again "Are you sure you wanna pay that high just for...yk Kuni"

"He deserve everything in the world. If he got hurt i wont hesitate to hunt them^^"

"oh my fucking god."

"Kuni! Where are you, its time for bath!" You called out playing as if you dont see him at the very corner of your house; sulking

"there you are!" You pick him up before heading towards the bathroom and give him the most relaxing bath that no kitten could ever have(/j). Making a bubble bath you scoop some before putting it to his forehead as a hat... (ITS CUTE. FIGHT IF DISAGREE 👿)

You giggled before taking a picture of him having a bubble hat and grumpy looks and finish his bath and drying him up.

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"Can i PLEASE bring him? I'll make sure he won't hurt anyone" You plead at your(girlfriends) friends to let them bring your kitten to your hangout "Cmon [Name]! We only hangout for like 3 times a week and we rarely spend time with each other!" Hu tao frowned but even you guys hangout yesterday it felt like a month to them

You frowned before looking at Kuni who's sleeping peacefully at his cat tree wiping small tears in the corner of your eyes "but look at him! He look so lonely if i left him alone yk.."

"Why not hire someone to babysit him?" You grinned at Ayaka's idea before contacting someone to take care of your little (demon) angel Kuni while you we're gone

"WHY ME?! OUT OF ALL PEOPLE WHY." Childe sobbed at the fact his life is gonna be in danger for the next 20 hrs of his life "Don't worry this is your chance to befriend with him! Im sure he wouldn't hurt you unlike last time^^" and just like that you left with your girlfriends while Childe look at Kuni who's now awake and preparing his evil plans to make Childe living in hell.

Childe was chilling at the living room watching some movies on the TV until he heard a glass getting shattered on the floor. He look at the counter to see Kuni glaring at him before signaling him to put food at his container. Childe only rolls his eyes as he continues watching..which made your cat wanna scratch him again

"why should i give you food when you scratch me last time 😒"

It didn't take that long for Kuni to jump high and landed on Childe's stomach and Childe felt like his organs are getting destroyed.

"YOU LITTLE一" Kuni showed him his sharp nails meaning if Childe continue his words he wont hesitate to scratch him; damaging his face.

Childe gulp before going to the kitchen and put some cat food at Kuni's container "I wanna go home..." The ginger walked to the door and tried to open it but...

It was locked.

Childe felt the whole world is against him. He wanna get out of the house and leave Kuni alone! "What did i do to deserve this.."

"You not giving me food."

Childe flinch at the voice and look around to see a small person; with indigo hair and eyes. Childe was completely confused.

First Kuni is a little demon cat(for him) AND NOW HE'S HUMAN??

"WHO ARE YOU?!"

"the demon under your bed." Kuni answered grinning at the poor ginger "I KNEW IT! YOU LITTLE DEMON MAKING MY LIFE GO HELL!"

Kuni rolled his eyes and walk to the kitchen grabbing some sweets at the shelf ignoring Childe's presence. Childe grab his phone and instantly contacting you to tell that your kitten is officially now a human!

You felt your phone ring so you picked it up

"hello childe?"

"COMEHOMENOWYOURCATISAFUCKINGHUMAN"

"Can you PLEASE speak slower?"

"YOUR CAT IS A H一"

and after that the call ended, you just shrugged before continuing to eat your food

It took 30 mins to Childe to calm down before talking to Kuni who introduced himself as Scaramouche. "So like you can be a cat around [Name]...?" "Dumbhead i can turn into cat whenever i want, but for now ill stay hidden because I don't wanna be ended up on the streets again" Scaramouche frowned while Childe look at him with pure confusion

"You're lucky [Name] loves you so much that they bought you your OWN room" he sigh for the 69th time while Scaramouche sat back "i told you they're secretly Kylie Jenner"

"if your previous owners are kylie jenner then why did you ended up on a box?💀"

"WE DONT TALK ABOUT MY PAST."

An: Y'ALL IM SORRY IF THERES NOT MUCH OF SPOILING KUNI😞😞 IM REALLY RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS(just like ur bank acc)

Taglist: @thetwinkims @sunsethw4 @etherisy @kunikuzushicandegrademefr @Heiijoxz @eliciana @naritecs @kkazuyass @itztaki @makilovescofi

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I feel for Wimbledon Kate. Having to perform mundane tasks while having a dreamy Anthony in the same room. Imagine washing dishes with that kind of distraction!

Oh Kate finds Anthony so distracting. Especially after they move in together. She can’t stop staring at Anthony while she does the most boring, basic stuff like brushes her teeth while Anthony trims his beard.

He always stands in the bathroom in just his tight boxer briefs completely unashamed of the fact he’s practically naked while he trims his beard and slowly moisturises oil into it, softening the rough hair so it feels gentle against her thighs. Kate’s still staring at him, her mouth full of toothpaste and her toothbrush hanging limply from her hand when he moves on to his hair, smoothing his hands through it, the muscles of his arms flexing deliciously.

“Everything okay?” Anthony blinked at her, noticing her staring. “Are you done brushing?”

Kate shook herself, spitting out the toothpaste and running the water under the tap. “Yep. Everything’s fine.”

Anthony kissed her cheek as he made his way around her, his hands ghosting over her hips for a second. “Love you.”

“Yeah I… Love you too.” Kate swallowed, watching him walk away towards the wardrobe they shared now. “Even if you’re so hot you could turn a Nun.”

The thing Kate hadn’t realised when she’d asked Anthony to move in with her was that he’d… be everywhere. Well, she had realised that, she wasn’t an idiot. But he was so… present.

He was there when she brushed her teeth and he slipped into the shower behind her and soothed the muscles in her shoulders and gently massaged shampoo into her hair. He was there when she slipped out the door to the tennis court outside, waving to Mary and Edwina.

“Morning, ladies!”

He was there when she ate breakfast, ducking to take a bite of her yoghurt off her spoon, smiling at her when he pressed their lips together.

“There’s more in the fridge.”

Anthony smiled at her, sipping his smoothie “I just wanted a bite. Your Mum’s here.”

Kate nodded, waving Mary into the kitchen, “Do you have classes this afternoon?”

“I do. David, his dad is very scary and thinks I’m going to turn his son into a champion overnight. David hates tennis and wants to play basketball.”

Kate nodded, kissing him gently as he snatched up his keys, “I’ll see you when you get home. Love you.”

“Love you too.” He smiled at Mary, “Mary, lovely to see you.”

“You as well, Anthony.”

Kate watched him leave, watched him throw his kit bag into the Range Rover he’d bought himself when he won Wimbledon. A treat, he’d called it. A treat that sat in his driveway next to her car all the time now. A matching set almost.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?”

Kate nodded, turning back to her breakfast, “Yeah I just… I’m still getting used to Anthony… being around.”

Mary chuckled, “It’s been a while since Appa died, honey, but that’s what boyfriends did in my day. Provided emotional support, shared burdens.”

Kate rolled her eyes, “I’m not regretting us living together, I love him but… he’s too perfect? I got home yesterday and he’d pre-put my myoball in the fridge for me because he knows I like it after a weights session.”

“And this is a problem?” Mary chuckled, “That he loves you and wants to look after you?”

“No he just… he’s very distracting. And I’m trying to live my life.”

The back door slammed shut and Edwina slunk in, “Oh, poor Kate. Her little boyfriend’s a simp. Some of us can’t get a text back!”

Kate looked at their mother who shook her head mouthing “Josie Bagwell hasn’t called her back.”

Kate rolled her eyes, “He’s also too neat. Our pantry is in alphabetical order.”

Edwina blinked at her, “You are running out of sympathy babe. Big time.”

#pumped up au #wimbledon au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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butdjgn · 1 year

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Hey babiesss

Doing another Xavier Thrope imagine cause I’m obsessed with him 🤭

Tw: rough seggsy time, slight dirty talk, alcohol.

Close enough

Xavier thrope x fem reader

It was finally Friday, the last day before Christmas break and I was so excited to leave physics.

Ding*

Oh it’s Xavier, what does he want? I open the message curiously.

Come to my party Saturday?

I was shocked, I never really been to his house. Probably like once or twice but I never really stayed there for longer than 10 minutes. I was kind of honored in a way to be invited over. I mean he really does stay to himself.

“I’ll be there.”

I text back to him.

*time skip wooshh*

It’s the next day, and im pretty nervous going to his house. He didn’t text me yet and I don’t want to show uninvited even though he did yesterday.

*call from Xavier*

Hey y/n

Hey Xavier

Are you ready? Im about to leave to come pick you up.

Um, yeah I’m just finishing my hair.

Okay I’m on the way then. I’ll be there in about..20 minutes.

*short pause*

Did you just look at your wrist with no watch.

No..

*giggles* you’re dumb

*laughs* okay pumpkin , I’ll be there soon.

Okay

Alright. (You could hear his smile through the phone)

The way he makes me feel bro. The slightest amount of affection he gives me, I just don’t know what to do with myself.

*another time skip woooshhh

We got there and everyone is there. It’s like he left the party to make sure I was coming, but anyway we sit in a circle. I’m pretty drunk sitting in the couch laughing at everything (kind of embarrassing) I started laughing at this random guys jokes cause the alcohol made everything funny for some reason.

Xavier gives me that serious jealous look.

“Y/n” he calls me over

I look at him with confirmation

“Come sit with me” he pats his lap

I wash shocked but I did it anyway. I chose to lay Horizontal on him. We’ve never even been this close before. But the alcohol made it seem just right. We just sunk in each other at that point. His warm body touching my cold self. Me laying my head against his broad shoulder. I could easily fall asleep right now if I wanted to. He’s so comfortable to me.

Still playing the game with his friends, he slowly started to rub his hand on my leg. His hands, his beautiful, ling, skinny hands on me. I started to breathe heavy, just by his touch. He does it so slowly, I- I don’t know what to do. I look up and his neck was so close to my lips. I know he was “claiming” me from that other boy, I didn’t even know his name, but I was so focused on Xavier touching me. The tension was there, he knew what he was doing to me..

He wins the game after a few minutes.

“YEAHH, YOU FUCKING SUCK” he says to Alex.

Alex looks defeated shaking his head.

Okay I’m done playing. He looks at me touching my leg still.

“Do you wanna get more alcohol with me?”

I nod and get off of him shortly.

“We’ll be back guys”

They all understood and continued the party while we left.

Before we left the house Xavier made sure I had in my jacket cause he knew it was chilly out. Before opening to door he whispers in my ear.

“Wanna go to my shed? I want to show you something”

“I don’t know, are you going to kill me?”

He laughs. “Never”

“Okay” I said with a grin.

We rode his bike there and we get there. He unlocks it looking down at me. He opens the door and motions me to go first. I look at him and see all the paintings he’s made. Most of them look like me.

“Yes, I’ve painted you.”

I look at him with confusion.

“I’m obsessed with you y/n, I crave you every single second. I can’t stand the thought of you being with, talking with, or even laughing with another guy. I want you to myself.” He confesses.

“Can I tell you something also?”

He looks at me with curiosity.

“I feel the exact same way”

He smiles and leans in kissing me with his soft lips. Breathing heavier and heavier with every slow kiss we do. Fuck I can’t stand it. His hands raise under the back of my neck keeping me close. He leans me toward the table he draws on and he lifts my legs sitting me on the table. We make eye contact the whole time. He unzips his jacket and unzips mine. He lifts my legs once more hugging my thighs with his humongous hands.

He kisses me once more and takes off my pants leaving me with just my underwear.

“Lace? Nasty girl” he says grinning.

He takes off my panties and spreads my legs open just for him. He admires it for a moment and leans down face to face with it. He licks it lightly with his warm, wet tongue. He looks up at me seeing my reaction. He giggles because of it. “You are so adorable y/n.” He licks again but with more pressure and a faster pace. I pull on his long hair showing him he’s doing an amazing job.

He inserts his two middle fingers. I roll my eyes back moaning loud enough I wish the world could hear on how good he was eating me out.

“I think I’m comingg”

He doesn’t fasten his pace, he continues his pace letting me cum on his fingers. He smiles showing me my cum on his fingers. No man has ever made me cum. I could say I love him right now. He kisses my thighs before getting back up again. He looks at me with admiration. His small shy grin was so cute to me. He slowly unbuckles his belt and unbutton his pants slowly just for me to watch. He knew I loved his hands. I sit up feeling his b0ner through his boxers. “Wow” I said surprised of his size. I get impatient and peek at it. It’s so thick and wet. My mouth started to water, It looks so tasty.

“I want to taste you” I said looking up at him. He grins and he leans his body on the table next to me, motioning me to do it. I get off the table and take off his boxers. His dick so close to my face. I lick the sides teasing him, seeing him become weak, narrowing his eyebrows upwards. I suck on just the tip because that’s the most sensitive spot. He leans his head back not holding back any moans. He fixes my hair and pull it to the side welcoming me to his body. I suck on the entire thing unexpectedly just to see his reaction. He almost wines trying to cover it up with a actual moan. I smile and continue pleasing him.

His facial expression were so beautiful to me, like one of his paintings. The thing I loved about what I was doing was his unbreakable eye contact with me. Pleading me to never stop. He moans some more getting weaker and weaker. “I can’t take this anymore” he lifts me up back on the table lifting my legs in a rush. He inserts himself unexpectedly but yet slowly. His mouth opened the entire time. He’s all the way in and his arms on each side of my body. “You feel so fucking good y/n”.

He starts thrusting and kisses me knowing I can’t kiss him back from how good he feels inside me. He dick fits so perfectly inside. It hits my spot so perfectly and effortlessly. He makes sure we were looking at eachother the whole time. “Don’t you dare look away from me y\n” I nod at him and we continue. He lifts himself up from the table and pulls me down more from my thighs letting himself get deeper inside. With my legs on his shoulders, He kisses my legs thrusting into me. The feeling was so good, I felt like I was melting. I couldn’t think straight. “Mmmm I’m coming y/n” “please come on me. I want every single fucking drop” he smiles at my dirty talk. He fastens his pace. And soon cums on my stomach. He kisses me once more and puts on his boxers and finds a clean rag for him to wipe his cum off me. He does so and helps me put my clothes back on.

“You did amazing y/n” he pats my head.

“No you” I said shyly.

We get back to the party and we had fun with the night while it was still there.

#dirty fanfic #xavier thrope imagine #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe #Xavier thrope x reader #wednesday #smut #Wednesday ff #fanfic #pov #xavier x reader #xavier x y/n

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strangerthingsn · 7 months

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My evil dad

Summary: You’re Eddies pregnant girlfriend during season 4 of stranger things. Eddie is not gonna die at the end tho!

a/n: I just came up with this idea a week ago so now I started writing it! (If you find any type of faults or anything else please mention!)

warning:angst, kissing, I don’t think much more but let me know if I missed something

Chapter 5 ~ the ninja project

You’re playing on your acoustic guitar while Eddie is holding the baby, he’s sitting on your bed against the headboard, watching some kind of Dio interview what was on the tv.

“god damn it.” He gets up and lays Alice down. He walks over to the tv and hits it. Your tv is not the best. But what tv is hire in the 80s?

“sorry” you giggle.

“he was just asking a good question and now.. I can’t hear the god damn awnser.” He sighs and gives the tv another hit. You turn back to your guitar, you’re learning every breath you take by the police. You know a couple songs on your acoustic guitar. You play it since four years ago.

“babe give me the guitar.” Eddie sits on bed again, he had given up on the tv and turned it off. You nod and give him the guitar.

Eddie kisses your hand as you give the guitar. He takes it on his lap and lays sleeping Alice ontop of it. He starts playing a solo from November rain, it sounds piece full and slow. Eddie enjoys the view of Alice actually enjoying it.

When he finishes he takes Alice off the guitar and puts the guitar down. He lays Alice in her crib and kisses her cheek.

“be nice to your mama. Daddy loves you.” He kisses her head and rubs her back. Then he walks over to you.

“thanks for bringing me hire today, but I have to go now before Wheeler and the others are looking for me babe.” He kisses your forehead. You nod and hug him.

“thanks for being hire for me today and being such a amazing dad.” You looks up at him and give him a peck.

“That’s my job princess.” He rubs his thumb softly over your cheek. You smile lightly and hug him again a lil tighter.

“you don’t have to come tomorrow. Get some rest please.” He rubs your back.

“But-..”

“No but. You gonna rest tomorrow. I’ll let the others bring some food for me. And we gonna hopefully think about a plan. I’ll try to call you some how. You got a walkie?”

“I do actually, under my bed.” You nod.

“well I don’t know how I supposed to get another one but I’ll try to.” He makes you look up at him and he kisses you. You kiss him back, it was not a needy kiss, more like a good bye I love you kiss? If that even exists. Anyways you loved it. When he pulls away he picks you up and throws you on the bed playfully.

“careful Eddie!!” You laugh.

“you gonna rest. Don’t wanna see you tomorrow.” He frons fake, it made you giggle a bit. You know he does wanna see you but just wants you to take care of yourself too. “okay okay fine.”

“love you.” He blows a kiss opening the door of your room.

“love you more than anything, see you baby.” You blow a kiss back. He smiles and leaves your room closing the door behind you.

———

There was a stone throwed against your window. Probably not even the first one. You sit up and rub your eyes. You look at the clock. 10:07, much too early. You sigh and get up to see who’s standing down there. Dustin? Why is he hire this early. You open your window

“hey Dustin what are you doing hire?” You talk loud enough for him to hear you.

“can you help us? Please.” He looks up.

“yeah sure let me get myself dressed.”

“please hurry up..” he seems nervous. You nod and close the window. You put jeans on with a white shirt and a leather jacket on it. You just put some mascara on and eyeliner. You fix your hair real quick with the comb and hairspray. All that took you just 7minutes. You look at still sleeping Alice. Decided to wake her up.

She is still sleepy but you put also some clean clothes on her. She smells really fresh because you and Eddie gave her her first bath yesterday. You rush downstairs putting your reeboks on and you open the frond door after making her bottle.

“I’m ready. So what’s up?” You look at him.

“well we gonna vist that victor creel house and we kinda needs some extra help…”

“You gonna break in that spooky house?” You look confused, “why would you even do that?”

“how much did Eddie already told you about everything?”

“About, monsters from another dimension, some kind of upside down Hawkins and shit..” you look at Alice in your jacket.

“okay… we can explain the rest on the way to there.?” He asks you.

“okay fine. But I bring Alice with me.”

“Alice.?”he looks confused. You nod and take her out of your jacket. He gasps and looks at her.

“hurry Dustin!!!” Nancy shouts from a car parked a lil further. “are you with the whole gang?” You giggle.

“kinda”

you close the door and walk over to the car with Dustin.

“oh no.. she has the baby with her…” you hear Nancy mumbling to Robin. You smile and get in the car kinda ignoring her. You sit next to Steve in the back of the car. “no way. Since when this lil girl is on earth” Steve looks at her. “couple days, I had to keep it a lil secret before Jason wanna do something to her…” You allowing Steve you take her from you. She does not seem to have any problems with it.

“I wanna see her too! What does she even looks like? Eddie or you? Anyways y/n isn’t it complicated to take care of her on your own? I mean you’re probably the best mom she can wish for but-“ Robin just simply keep taking. You know her from your old work. You used to work at scoops ahoy with them last year. But them the mall burned down or something.

“well actually Eddie helps me pretty much, he was at mine yesterday and I vist him every day.” You looks over at her.

“He told that yeah.” Steve looks at your daughter.

“did she drink already? She looks like she just woke up..” Dustin chuckles.

“she does a lil” Lucas agrees.

“not yet.. I made her a bottle real quick, you wanna give her?” You get it out of your bag. Max takes her head phones off.

“can I do it?” She smiles a bit. You nod and Steve hands her to Max. Lucas takes the bottle from you and gives it to Max. Now Alice is closer to Robin she can finally see her.

“o my lord. She’s exactly Eddie. Her eyes are so him. Two days ago I saw Eddies eyes and they looked so sad. I literally can’t take it anymore. But hers look not sad they look cute.” She looks at Max feeding her.

Max seems really depressed or something like that, wearing her headphones the whole time, and she is so silent. Feeding Alice did help her smile a bit. You look at Steve.

“what’s up with her?” You whisper at him.

“Long story short, Chrissy was vecnas first person to kill. Now Max is seeing clocks or something, and has the same symptoms as Chrissy had; bad dreams bleeding nose and illusions. So we assume Max to be the third victim…Nancy and Robin found out only your favorite song can help you out.” Steve explains. You heard from Eddie that another person had died. Someone Nancy knew.

“Is vecna a monster from another dimension?” You ask him.

“yeah, the strongest we ever had, he kills people in a trans, it’s kinda like Freddy Kruger.” He nods agreeing with himself.

“And that’s why she has the headphones on?”

“yeah for the music, it will wake her up from the trans or anything”

“I understand, but why are we going to that house?”

“well Nancy and Robin visited victor creel, and it turns out he’s not a killer at all. He said his wife died levitating and broke her bones. Like Chrissy and Fred then he was in a kind of trans and the music helped him out. His daughter died the same way as his wife and his son died later in the hospital.” He whispers still.

“oh so we gonna vist his house for information?” Steve replies with a nod.

“is it dangerous for Alice?”

“probably not, Vecna needs a older victim to play with. Alice would even think the clock is strange” Dustin interrupts.

“okay last question I promise… Is Eddie okay.?” You ask while looking around.

“yeah we think he is, if noone finds him there. He is safe. We just need proof for the police that he did nothing. But probably none will belive us…” Steve looks over at max while explaining.

“Y/n?” Nancy asks.

“yeah?” You look at her.

“you don’t have anyone to babysit her?” She keeps her eyes on the road.

“well, my dad and mom work really much, but I was thinking about Wayne”

“Eddies uncle?” Robin looks at you.

“yeah” you nod.

“We talked with him couple days ago, he’s a good man, loves Eddie really much” Robin smiles.

“he is really nice, he would love to babysit his kind of granddaughter” you smile back at her.

“that’s probably a better idea next time we need your help, I don’t wanna let you bring your daughter in danger and if Eddie heard we did then he might gonna actually kill us.” You nod understanding Nancy.

“Wait is Eddie het dad?” Lucas turns to you.

“Yeah” you smile a bit.

“I didn’t even knew you were pregnant” Lucas looks confused.

You laugh, “I thought everyone knew”

———

A while later parks Nancy the car. Right next to the creel house. Alice had finished drinking and max gave her back to you before you got out of the car.

“sooo what you want me to do exactly.?” You look at Steve.

“I don’t even know just listen to Nancy” Steve helps the others out of the car. You all walk to the house in silence, stand there for a second looking at the house.

“yeah.. that’s not creepy.” Steve is the first one that walks to the door. With Nancy her help he gets the wooden plank off the frond.

“what exactly are we supposed to be looking for in this shithole?” Steve looks at Nancy probably knowing just as ‘much’ about this plan as you do.

“we are not sure. We just know this house is important to Vecna” Nancy awnsers him.

“isn’t Vecna a dnd character?” You whisper in Dustin his ear, and he nods. Nancy and Steve continued talking in meanwhile. You just look around a bit not really listening to what they tell.

“it’s locked. Should I knock seeing if anybody’s home?” He looks around to you and back at Nancy.

“no need.” Robin is holding a brick,”I found a key.”

“well I guess that will work” you nod. They throw the brick through the window and Steve unlocks the door from the inside. You all walk in looking around. It was a big house, but also really dusty.

“I guess someone forgot to pay their electric bill..” Lucas says while trying to get the little light on. You look around in the hallway where you were standing. Almost everyone does except Steve and Dustin they have a lil conversation. He gets flashlights out of his backpack and hands you one of them. “thanks” you smile and Dustin nods. Nancy and Robin already started walking to the living room but they stopped fast when max says something.

“hey guys.. you all see that right.?” She shines her flashlight on some kind of grandfathers clock.

“yeah” Steve and Dustin say.

“Is this what you saw, in your visions?” Nancy looks at the clock. And max awnsers her with a nod.

“I mean… it’s just a clock, right?” Robin is also looking at it.

“Yeah a really creepy clock” you look at it. Robin walks closer to it to wipe some dust off it.

“like a normal old clock” she looks behind her at you all.

“why is this wizard obsessed with clocks… maybe he’s like a clock maker or something?” Steve says acting like he just saved the world with that thought at you try not to giggle.

“I think you cracked the case Steve” Dustin says sarcastic.

“Yeah Steve is amazing.” You agree with Dustin also in a sarcastic way.

“all I know is.. the answers are hire...somewhere..” Nancy says starring infrond of her.

“okay, everyone stay in groups of two. Robin upstairs.” Nancy walks upstairs with Robin behind her.

“let’s go” Max says walking away with Lucas. After a lil conversation with eacother Steve and Dustin walk upstairs too. Now you standing alone with your baby in your arms. No idea what to shears for or what to watch out for. You look down at Alice who has no idea what’s going on.

“well guess we count as a group of two..” you smile softly at her. You decided to go look in the living room it’s not really helping but you decided to sit down on the couch there, and just look around a bit. The house must have looked beautiful at fist, before the killer stuff. Alice is already falling asleep a bit. You smile again and rub your hand soft and carefully over her head.

You give her some breastfeeding to make sure she will not be hungry. It’s a long day for her like this and you’re also tired. But you’re really lucky with a kid like Alice. She’s just so chill and nice.

After about 20 minutes she stopped drinking and you pull your shirt down again rubbing her little back.

“pretty girl” you whisper. You just sit there for a long time. Feels like the whole day. and then suddenly the light goes on. What is strange cause the electricity didn’t work anymore. Just seconds after that Max and Lucas walk in.

“uh…?” You look at the light and back at them.

“yeah we don’t exactly know what it is…” max looks at it too.

“It looks like it wants to follow us…” Lucas says. You nod and get up carefully.

“then let’s follow it.” You walks with them to the next light that goes on in another room.

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You end up later in the attic of the house. It has gone dark outside what it made it even creepier. You watched horror movies with Eddie but this was other shit.

“Hold up, guys.. what if he’s leading us into a trap?” Everyone is walking up the stairs already. You listen and you stand next to him. To protect your kid, cause somewhere he might be right.

“guys??” Dustin got frustrated of them not listening.

“guys?” You try to help him but they are not listening.

“well we will stick together…” you whisper to him and you walk upstairs. The light is so bright that it hurts your eyes. You keep Alice her face again your chest hoping she wouldn’t wake up and cry.

“flashlights.” Dustin holds it up, you look at your flashlight going crazy like the others.

“okay, what’s happening?” Steve looks confused.

“what the hell.” You whisper. You were all silent for a moment.

“does this mean, that… Vecna, thing- is right at this place but in the upside down.?” You look at Nancy.

“yeah probably..” she nods. The lights had gone much brighter. And brighter. And then suddenly all the flashlights break. Glass flying everywhere. You turn as fast as you can to protect your kid.

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After a little more than a hour you got home safe. Your mom is home your dad not yet. You wave at Nancy driving off and then you get inside rushing to the kitchen with a crying baby. You put a towel in the sink and then you lay her in there. You take her clothes off fast looking for maybe glass in her little outfit. Nothing to see then just the little wound above her right eyebrow. You get a some stuff to take care of the little wound and make sure there is no glass in it anymore.

“where were you?” Your mom suddenly stand behind you.

“I got just-….A sleep over at Gareth’s. Then some more friends came but on my way home she accidentally hit her little head” you lie to your mom.

“Oh no..” she walks to Alice and kisses her nose, “you didn’t drink alcohol right?”

“ofcourse not. I made that promise with Eddie and I would never break that mom.” You pick Alice up.

“then it’s okay, good night”

“goodnight” you walk upstairs to your room and close the door behind you.

to be continued…

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Love will tear us apart // The snow ball (prequel)

Warnings: fluff, alcohol consumption

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

*this is not a new chapter, just a flashback scene (set in s2)

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Eddie doesn't know how he, out of all people got here but Mr Clarke, who was still one of the only teachers that he liked, approached him after school yesterday and asked if the school could borrow his music equipment for the snow ball since the school’s stereo equipment broke right before the ball.

Eddie was surprised that Mr Clarke even remembered him and his band in the first place and Eddie couldn't say no to one of his old teachers, one of the only ones who was always nice to him, despite his chaotic nature.

Now, Eddie didn't have to be here but there's no way that he would’ve let anyone else touch his equipment. Even if that means that he has to play horrible music all night and watch a bunch of middle schoolers have more luck in love than him.

He isn't the only high schooler in this place tonight, both Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers are here. The smiles they share aren’t subtle in any way and Nancy even kissed him openly. His guess was correct, Steve and Nancy did break up. Now, he didn't care about either of them or their relationship but what he cares about is you. Does their break up mean, that you are with him now?

He doesn't try to dwell on it. The thought of you and him together, feels wrong.

He leans back in his chair, rolling his eyes at the next song time after time by Cindy Lauper came on and Eddie could just groan from annoyance. He looks around the room, eying the decorations and the smiling kids. He never went to the snow ball, back in middle school.

His eyes fall on, you? Eddie straightens his back, looking at you with wide eyes. You are standing next Nancy, laughing at something she said. You, look so beautiful.

Curls frame your pretty face, half of your is up in a bun. The color of your dress matching the new scrunchie in your hair. It must be new, you gave him yours a while back and he never gave it back to you.

Suddenly, this night isn't as boring as it was just a few minutes ago. A smile tugs at his lips as he watches you smile, waving at someone on the dance floor. You whisper something to Nancy before you walk off.

He watches you in curiosity, eyes following your frame. You stop in front of a group of kids, greeting them with a big smile. You reach your hand out to touch one of the boy’s hair after he presented it to you, proudly.

Something tugs at his heartstrings as he watches you walk towards the dance floor with Jonathan’s little brother, Will as the next song starts playing.

The little boy smiles happily as you begin to dance and Eddie can’t help but smile as well. His heart skips a beat as your smile widens. You are cute, so goddamn cute and Eddie knows, he's just gone.

“Hey.”

Startled, Eddie turns around and finds Jonathan standing there, looking at him with somewhat of a teasing smile on his face.

“Hey, man.” Eddie mumbles, trying to act cool. Like he hasn't been caught staring at you.

“Didn't think I’d see you here.” Jonathan says, sitting down on the free chair next to him.

Eddie and Jonathan weren't exactly friends but they did get along and would talk every now and then.

“Yeah well, I thought it’d be really cool to hang out with a bunch of kids.” Eddie shrugs.

Jonathan snorts “I think you’re having more fun watching y/n.” he says, pointing to you and Will.

“W-What?” Eddie exclaims with big eyes, feeling caught. His cheeks are flushed and he shakes his head at Jonathan’s words “I-I’m not watching her!”

“Sure.” Jonathan chuckles “and you also, totally don’t sit next to her in class after seeing Billy mess with her. You should've seen his face when you stole his seat.”

Eddie scoffs and again, shakes his head.

Jonathan is right. Eddie did steal Billy’s seat. After witnessing how uncomfortable he made you feel and after you told him that he would always sit down next to you to flirt, Eddie took it upon himself to.. protect you. In a way.

“Do you like her?” Jonathan asks.

Eddie furrows his brows at the question. He turns towards him for a moment, no trace of amusement left in his eyes, it’s just a genuine question. There also something else lingering in his eyes, knowing.

He turns his head and looks at you again. Does he like you? The answer is quite obvious, deep down. But is he ready to say it out loud? Is he ready to say ‘yeah, I like her, I have always liked her.’?

“Uh- does it matter?” he asks.

Jonathan scrunches his face up in confusion “does it matter? Of course it matters!”

“No it doesn't! She likes someone else!”

Jonathan looks at him with raised brows, he is your best friend, something Eddie doesn't seem to be aware of. He knows you don't like anyone else. You like Eddie.

“Someone else?”

“Yeah.” Eddie mumbles “saw her getting cozy with King Steve.” he says, rolling his eyes.

“What?” Jonathan laughs. He has never once heard you talk about Steve a non platonic way. You were just friends, he’s sure of that. Not something he is quite fond of, he never truly liked him, even after he has supposedly changed.

“Yeah. After the halloween party and countless times after that.”

Just a few days back, he saw the two of you on the school’s parking lot, sitting on the hood of his car, you were talking to him about something when he saw Steve leaning closer to you and you let him, you didn't move away, like he had hoped you would.

But, he didn't stay long enough to see you move away from Steve, he didn't see how you turned to look at Eddie.

“I know they’re just f-”

“Hey.” you interrupt Jonathan, avoiding Eddie’s eyes “Nancy’s looking for you.”

“Oh! Okay.” he mumbles, he turns towards Eddie and gives him a tight lipped smile “I’ll come back later.”

Eddie nods at his words and gives him a small smile before he looks back at you. You are still not looking at him and instead watch Jonathan leave.

You have avoided Eddie since the night at the halloween party. His rude behavior took you aback and you would be lying to yourself if you said that his words didn't hurt.

Without looking at him once, you go to leave but to your surprise he stops you, mumbling out a shy “hey.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you turn towards him, looking at him with a confused expression “hi?”

Eddie shifts in his seat, uncomfortably. Suddenly not knowing what else to say as his eyes lock with yours.

“I-I see, you and Nancy made up?”

“We were never fighting?” you mumble.

So, he still believed that you were the reason for Nancy’s and Steve’s breakup. He still saw you as this, horrible person.

“Right.” he mumbles, awkwardly.

He knows you’re about to turn away and walk off. The look in your eyes represents nothing but annoyance, he gets it. The last time you actually talked, he was.. mean.

“Y-You uh, you look pretty.” he stammers with a blush on his cheeks.

With wide eyes and parted lips, you look at him in shock. Did he really just say that?

“T-Thank you.” you mumble.

His brown eyes hold something, something that you can’t read. Why, is he so hard to read sometimes?

“Do you wanna sit down?” he asks, pointing to the chair next to him.

“Uh.. sure.”

As if you would ever say no to him.

You sit down, laying your palms on your lap, you turn towards Eddie, who still stares at you. He angles his body towards you and leans his elbow on the table, when the song suddenly stops playing “oh, shit. Gotta change the tape, hold on.”

You watch him, rummage through his backpack, trying to find the right tape. He has a concentrated look on his face, tongue poking out between his lips as he eyes two tapes that he picked out. They have no cover on them and neither of them are titled “shit.” he mumbles “this better be the right one.” he chuckles, nervously.

He pulls the tape out and inserting the new one. He pushes the ‘play’ button and turns towards you again when suddenly Metallica’s Creeping Death starts blaring through the speakers.

You slap your hand over your mouth, a loud laugh escapes your lips at the horrified look in Eddie’s eyes.

“Oh shit! Oh fuck!” Eddie exclaims as he looks around the room. The kids all looking around in shock, some of them even holding their hands over their ears. One of the teachers gives him a disapproving look, motioning for him to turn off the music and you, you are looking at him with amusement in your eyes, still laughing.

As embarrassing as this is, at least he got you to laugh.

“Mr Munson! Eddie!” Mr Clarke comes rushing towards him “I’m sure you are enjoying this music but the kids aren't!” he says, pointing to the kids.

“Right, right. Sorry.” he rambles as he quickly turns off the music, changing the tape as quickly as he can, pressing play. This time, forever young by Alphaville starts playing and Eddie sighs in relief as he leans back in his chair, grinning at Mr Clarke, who gives him a thumbs up.

You are still giggling, the stressed look on Eddie’s face makes the situation even funnier.

Eddie turns towards you with both annoyance and amusement in his eyes “oh, you think this is funny huh?”

You nod, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing “did you expect them to start headbanging?” you laugh, pointing to the kids.

Eddie shakes his head “they should've!” he exclaims, throwing his hands up “this stressed me out, I’ll never be the dj again.” he mumbles, reaching for something in his backpack, he looks around before pulling out a flask.

You gasp “you brought alcohol?”

“How else am I supposed to survive these depressing songs?”

“H-How are you gonna drive home?” you ask in concern as you watch him drink from the flask, quickly.

“Aw, are you worried about me, y/n?” he teases, smirking at you “you want some?” he asks, offering the flask to you.

You ignore his first question. Of course, you worry about him but he doesn't need to know.

You look into his eyes and without a word, you reach for the flask and look around to make sure that no one’s watching before drinking from the flask. Scrunching your face up at the taste of vodka, you give him back the flask.

He chuckles and takes it back. His fingers brush yours for a moment and he feels that unfamiliar feeling in his chest again. You look at each other for a moment. His brown eyes are burning into yours, his lashes fluttering as he looks down at your lips and then at your neck, eying the necklace around your neck.

Clearing your throat, you lean back in your seat and look away from him. Suddenly, feeling too flustered to keep your eyes on him.

Your cheeks feel hot and you can’t help but blush, still able to feel his eyes on you.

“Are you seriously gonna drive home after drinking?” you ask, still not looking at him.

“Not like I’m getting drunk.” Eddie mumbles.

“Still, you shouldn't do that.” you say, turning to look at him.

“What about you?”

You shrug “I’ll walk.”

“You'll walk? At night? That’s dangerous, y/n.”

You laugh at the expression on his face. If he just knew what kind of dangerous you’ve encountered already. You weren't even safe in your own bedroom when that thing came for you, so, you can't really run from danger.

“I like going on walks at night, it’s peaceful.”

“You shouldn't take walks at night, y/n, it’s not safe.”

“Aw, are you worried about me, Eddie?” you ask, mimicking him.

Eddie only scoffs, shaking his head at you. Without a reply, he only leans back in his seat. And suddenly it’s silent between the two of you. It's not an awkward silence, it’s actually a comfortable one but you find yourself missing his voice.

“T-The song is actually good.” you stammer, trying to fill the silence between the two fo you.

“Is it?” he asks.

“Yeah.” you nod “I also wanna be forever young.” you chuckle. You don’t what comes over you and why you feel the need to tell him this, out of all people but before you can stop yourself, you open your mouth and let those words fall from your lips “I- I always kinda thought that, I’d die young” you say as you turn back to him. Eddie, he watches you with furrowed brows, lips set in a frown.

“Why would you say that?” he asks, not trace of humor in his voice. It almost sounds as though he takes offense to your words.

You shrug, “just a feeling, I don't know.”

After the hell, you’ve been dragged into, it would just be a matter of time until something or someone would get you. The gate is closed, now. But there's this lingering feeling in your chest, that it isn't over and that it will never be over.

“Maybe, I'll make it to graduation at least.”

Eddie eyes you. He can see the broken look in your eyes, the sadness that you try to push back so desperately. Trying to keep it a secret from the world and from everyone around you but he can see it, he can see you.

“Sweetheart, you have a whole future ahead of you.” he says with a slight, soft smile on his lips.

“Oh, yeah?” you snort “what future do you see for me?”

Eddie tilts his head and stares at you, squinting his eyes. He’d want to say something like ‘you’ll get out of here, you’ll get to live your dream life- whatever that may be. You’ll meet your person and live a long and happy life’ but he is too bitter to even think of you with some, person. And he can’t be too open now can he? He can’t show you how much he may care for you when he knows that there's someone else lingering in the back of your mind. He can’t be vulnerable with you.

“Well, your parents are rich aren't they?” he mumbles, with distaste in his voice “means they'll send you off to some elite university and the moment you graduate, they’ll pressure you into marrying some rich dude, probably Harrington or some other business man douchebag from Hawkins. Then, he’s gonna pressure you into having babies but you’re not gonna want them because you’ll realize that you don't even love your husband- in reality, you’re in love with the mechanic that fixes your husband’s car, also the one you've been fucking behind his back.”

You blink, staring at him perplexed, he raises the flask to his lips after his rambling.

“Are you gonna be the mechanic?”

Eddie’s eyes widen, almost choking on the vodka. He pulls the flask away and stares at you with big eyes and parted lips “m-me?”

You chuckle and shrug as you reach for the flask, eying his ringed fingers “bet you're good with your hands.”

You can see the redness on his face, how flustered he’d gotten and, you love it. For the first time, it’s you, who left him speechless, not the other way around.

Keeping eye contact with him, you drink again before pushing the flask back into his hand. A smirk tugs at your lips “anyways, I gotta go.”

You get up, almost chuckling at the look on his face. You lean towards him one last time “I’d never marry the rich douchebag in the first place. I’d marry the mechanic.”

And with that you walk away, leaving a very stunned Eddie who’s eyes follow you.

“What the hell?”

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Friendship Prompt: You're sad and the guys are there for you

Warnings: none. gender neutral reader. guys are 17-20. some self-loathing and insecurity

You have had enough. How dare your boss/teacher bite your head off over one minor mistake? All you did was hand in an assignment/proposal with a minor spelling mistake, and boom! You're now the worst person to have ever existed.

The entire ordeal really set something off inside of you. You felt angry, you felt hurt, but you actually felt bad about yourself the most. You felt like you just couldn't do anything right anymore. Every little thing you did and suddenly it was like you murdered a bunch of puppies.

This hadn't been the first time this week you got your head chewed off. Your friend got mad at you for asking if you could borrow a top after you spilled something on yours. Suddenly you were needy and took advantage of people. Then you kept messing up while doing (favorite hobby) and now your boss/teacher yelled at you. Everything has just boiled over.

You just wanted to be alone and not see anyone. Normally you'd go to the lair to hang out with the guys but today you just wanted to be by yourself. You were scared that you were going to make one of the guys mad or do something that would cause a disturbance on accident. It was best in your opinion to just go home.

You unlocked your apartment door and walked in. The TV was playing and there was talking from the kitchen. You slowly closed the door and took off your shoes, setting your bag down. You walked in and saw the Knicks were playing on the TV. Mikey was sitting on the ground in front. Donnie was standing at your island with a bag of cheese puffs in his hand, making comments about the latest play. Raph was on the recliner, an orange crush in his hand and what appeared to be a bowl of popcorn on his knee. Leo was quietly sitting at the island, munching on some doritos.

The sight wasn't unusual, in fact it was quite the opposite. The guys often came over for the Knicks game because, well they never gave a reason, but they were often in your space watching the game. They'd bring over a ton of snacks cause they have big apetites and just pig out and yell at the TV. You found it homey.

They also wondered to your apartment sometimes after patrol on the weekends and you'd find them the next morning. You'd make them breakfast and help them clean up. They'd spend the entire day with you, lounging and watching movies.

"Hey Y/N." Donnie greeted you, wiping his mouth on a napkin then walking over to you, leaning down and kissing the crown of your head. "Game just started."

"Yay Y/N's here!" Mikey cheered, jumping up and coming over to you, hugging you. "I haven't seen you in so long, babe!"

You let out a breathy chuckle, patting his shell. "You saw me yesterday."

"That was soooooo long ago." He whined, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"Yeah yeah, back up." Raph grumbled, pushing Mikey away from you before planting a kiss on your other cheek. "How ya doin?"

"I'm okay." You replied, a small smile coming on to your face from all the affection. "Long day, I'd rather just not talk about it."

Raph patted your head before heading back to his spot on the recliner. Mikey kissed your cheek one more time before going back over to his spot.

"Here! Allow me to make you an ice cream sundae that's scientifically proven to boost morale." Donnie offered, opening your freezer.

You appreciated that about Donnie. He didn't pry but he would try in small ways to cheer you up. He always used the "scientifically proven" excuse whenever he suggested anything/offered to do something to make you feel better. You knew, he knew, that it wasn't scientifically proven, but it was a cute way of saying "let me cheer you up."

You didn't protest, instead you pulled out the chair next to Leo and sat down. You noticed he had made tea, you could smell the jasmine coming from his empty cup that sat next to him.

Leo wiped his mouth with a napkin before leaning over and planting a kiss to your forehead. "That bad, huh?"

Donnie reached over and handed you a big bowl of ice cream with sprinkles, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and gunmy bears on top.

"Bonn Appétite!" Donnie cheered, patting your head and returning back to his bag of cheese puffs.

"Thanks." You told him, taking the bowl and looking at Leo. "I just feel like I keep doing everything wrong like all the time."

"Says who?"

"Everyone."

You took a bite of ice cream and sighed. You couldn't help but to feel this way. Everytime you felt like things were going right and falling in to place, it just all falls apart. You were at the point in your life where you wanted to just enjoy where you were. You wanted to not have to second guess yourself or walk on egg shells. You were tired.

The energy in the room had shifted and the air became dense. You could feel the weight of your bad week just coming down on your shoulders. You felt worse than you did on the way home.

"Why are ya crying?" Raph's voice rang through the living room.

You reached your hand up and felt your face. You were crying and didn't even notice it.

"I-I am?" You asked, hurriedly wiping your face with your free hand, feeling your cheeks wet. "I'm sorry."

"Awww c'mere my little angel puff." Mikey cooed, coming to your side and setting your ice cream on the island before hugging you.

Mikey's hugs were either wild and tight, or warm and comfy. This was one of those warm and comfy hugs were you feel nothing but love and security. You felt shielded, protected, safe. He just knew when the right hug was needed, it was his sixth sense.

"It's..It's just been a hard week." You whispered, sniffling lightly, nuzzling into Mikey's plastron.

"Aw Y/N, we all have hard weeks. Nothing to be ashamed of. It's okay." Donnie said from behind the island.

"C'mon kid, no need ta cry. In fact, I'll tell ya what." Raph said, you could hear him get up. "Tell me who it is and they won't eva do it again."

"You can't beat up my boss/teacher, Raph." You mumbled, pulling away from Mikey. You felt Mikey still rubbing your back. You wiped your eyes.

"Why? They a girl?"

"Raph." Leo snapped, hitting his brother in the shoulder.

"Hey," Raph put his hands up, "I wouldn't hit'er, I'd just make'er cry a little."

Raph was ever the protector. Fiercly loyal and always ready to have your back. You recalled one time where an ex-friend had called you and was giving you a hard time. Raph over heard and practically ripped the phone from you and gave them an ass chewing. You never did hear from them again.

"You wanna talk about it?" Leo asked, his blue eyes filled with concern. You shook your head. "We're all ears when you're ready." He gently patted your shoulder.

Leo didn't pry and he didn't push. Instead he offered small gestures of comfort. Not a man of many words but his eyes held his vulnerable emotions. He was precise and intentional with his actions. You appreciated how soft and kind he could be and how he knew when it was appropriate.

Mikey lifted you up and grabbed your ice cream bowl, handing it to you. "I say cuddles from Michaelangelo is the perfect medicine."

"Leave some Y/N for the rest of us." Donnie complained, a mouth full of cheese puffs.

"Now we ain't ever gonna get'em back." Raph grumbled, his lips turning in to a small pout.

"It was my turn." Leo mumbled, you could hear the pout in his voice.

You chuckled as Mikey carried you to the middle couch and sat with you in his lap. His arms were securely around your waist and his chin was on your shoulder.

Maybe this is exactly what you needed, not to be alone.

"You're so cuddly, Y/N." He whispered, a smile on his face.

Suddenly you didn't feel bad anymore.

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HELLO, EVERYONE! I SAW THE BTTF MUSICAL YESTERDAY, AND AM READY TO POST SOME (SEMI) COHERENT THOUGHTS!

[Fair warning that some things here may spoil parts of the show.]

• First things first: It was so good. It was so, so, very good. Incredible show. I'd been hearing great things about the show since it first came out in London, and I've been listening to the music since it dropped, so I pretty much went in knowing I'd like it but it still managed to be even better than I thought.

• Just the setup of the theater itself and the ambiance prior to it starting was so cool. The way everything is lit blue and there's all the electrical zapping and humming. THE CONSTANT TICKING OF CLOCKS THAT FILLED THE THEATER. Nothing had even happened yet, and I was like, "This is such a good show."

• My one big cause for hesitation was Casey playing Marty. I know absolutely nothing about the guy, but Marty is just so dear to my heart, and MJF's energy and physicality isn't something easily captured. I had my doubts about seeing someone try to bring Marty to Broadway, but Casey walked onto the stage, called out, "Doc?" and I went, "Yeah, okay. There's Marty."

• For real, though, Casey was phenomenal as Marty. He had the vocal inflection down. The right amount of crackliness. Very good balance of cool kid and disoriented mess.

• Um. HUGH COLES?!? Talk about brilliant casting. I mean it when I say that he somehow seemed more George than George from the movie. The audience reacted with a sense of awe when he started speaking and moving around the stage. It was like Crispin Glover had been plucked straight from the film and injected with More Georgeness. When he did the laugh, the audience went nuts. His physical acting and the way he captured George's gestures perfectly was amazing to watch.

• As I'd expected, Musical Doc is ten times more chaotic and unhinged than Movie Doc. Roger Bart's comedic timing is impeccable. He earned himself frequent howling laughter from the audience from the moment he appeared on stage.

• His "Good thing I kept this radiation suit from my Manhattan Project days" line was a nice touch.

• "Despite my fear of heights, I was standing on my toilet," was such a gem of a line.

• THE DELOREAN. WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE DELOREAN. I had no idea how they were going to depict a car speeding to 88mph on a small stage, but THEY DID IT. Astounding. Honestly might be the coolest effects I've ever seen done on a stage. Also, I wasn't sure how I'd feel about the addition of it being voice-activated and talking, but it worked nicely!

• The musical obviously had to trim some parts of the movie—and even omit parts entirely—but it was done so well that you either didn't even notice or miss they were gone. The change from George being hit by a car to simply falling out of the tree was one of these changes. (Marty's under the tree trying to catch him, btw, which is how he ends up getting knocked out)

• I couldn't tell if this was an ad-lib from Casey, but when he was trying to get his pants back on in the Baines house scene, he started struggling a bit with the tangled suspenders that were wrapped around one of the legs of the jeans and muttered in frustration, "Why do I wear suspenders??" Very funny little moment.

• Great chemistry between Bart and Casey. The connection between Doc and Marty was THERE. The musical GOT IT RIGHT. So many hilarious moments between them in the form of completely unintelligible banter, where they're just talking over each other and having like...verbal tennis matches of nonsense. It's hard to describe in writing, but trust me, it was so good. It went something like this:

Doc: "Marty!"

Marty: "Doc!"

Both Simultaneously: *literal gibberish*

• There's a beautiful little addition to the scene when Marty shows up at Doc's house in 1955 and tries to convince him he's from the future. After Doc asks him to take him to this supposed "time machine" Marty goes, "Sure, hang on, I just gotta grab some flashlights." Then he goes straight to a cabinet and quickly retrieves two flashlights without a second thought, to which Doc is like, "How did you know they were in there??" Marty knows!! He knows exactly where the flashlights are because of course he does!!

• Perhaps one of the funniest moments of the show was right at the end of the "Future Boy" number, where the music stops and there's that breaking of the fourth wall moment. Doc and Marty look around in confusion at all the backup singers and dancers awkwardly standing around his house (one of the singers continues dancing/singing long after the others has stopped lol) and Doc wordlessly opens the door so they can all scurry out.

• Doc's dream of visiting the year 2020 where everything is perfect and there's "no disease" got some very loud laughter from the audience.

• Oh. Oh, the scene at Doc's house at night after the demonstration with the toy car. The way everything gets solemn for a moment, and Doc is doubting himself and worried about failing. Marty's lovely little speech about how everything will be okay because he believes in him. He trusts Doc. He knows it'll work and they'll get him home. The way Marty is the one looking after and taking care of Doc in that moment. When he asks, "Do you need anything, Doc? Can I make you a sandwich?" And then when he says softly, "Goodnight, Doc. Pleasant dreams."

THE MUSICAL GETS IT RIGHT. THE WARMTH. THE LOVE. THIS WAS SUCH A NICE ADDITION.

• "PUT YOUR MIND TO IT" !!!! I loved this sequence so, so much. Marty gets to strut his stuff while George flails around trying to imitate him. It was funny, the choreography was great, and we get such a nice Marty and George hug at the end! Why didn't they hug in the movie??

• The audience was super engaged and reactive through the whole show, but it noticeably ramped up in the latter part—starting with the night of the dance. There was such an excitement as people anticipated George swooping in to take down Biff and protect Lorraine. When Biff went down, the audience whooped and clapped and cheered so much.

• EARTH ANGEL! THE MOMENT GEORGE AND LORRAINE KISS. It was just like the movie. The music suddenly swelled, Marvin belted out, "The vision of your happiness", George and Lorraine kissed, and the audience. Lost. Their. Minds. It was as if people were experiencing the story for the first time—that's how strong the reaction was. So cool.

• Audience also went wild at the start of Johnny B. Goode. That was a neat sequence as well. Huge laughs at the "But your kids are gonna love it" line.

• The clocktower scene! Marty handing Doc the letter and saying, "I wrote you a thank-you note; don't read it until you get home!!" LOL. So many amazing effects going on in this one. For those of you who have seen the show, you probably remember Doc running up the clocktower stairs, right? Did the audience nearly die of laughter like they did at my showing? That was truly one of the top 5 funniest moments of the show, in my opinion. It had me giggling hours later once I was home. For those of you who have not seen the show, I don't think I can adequately put into words what was happening during this scene, but it was incredibly funny. It's good there wasn't any dialogue during it, because no one would have heard it with the way everyone was laughing.

• The fire trails on stage got quite the awed reaction. Super cool.

• The hug! We get our Doc and Marty hug at the end! I'm so glad they realized that moment was missing from the movie.

• I liked the shift from Marty waking up at home to him waking up on the bench in town instead. The "George McFly Day" part was a fun addition, and it flowed nicely into Marty's "Power of Love" performance.

• THE CAR FLEW. IT FLEW UP IN THE AIR AND THE WHEELS TURNED IN AND IT WENT OUT OVER THE AUDIENCE. HOW DID THEY DO THAT. IT DID A COMPLETE ROTATION UPSIDE DOWN WHILE CASEY AND BART WAVED TO PEOPLE. If anyone knows of any videos or articles explaining how they did things with the car, please let me know because I can't find anything and I would love to know how they did it! You couldn't see anything holding the car, and i'm so confused! The effects were so good.

• Love how, when the show ended, the giant screen on the stage just said, "Make like a tree and get outta here."

...I think those are all my thoughts. I was planning to write up a post with just a couple of bullet points of highlights and instead. Well. This is what you get from me, and if you've followed my blog for any length of time, you know that. But really, the show was so well done. I had a blast. I bought a pin that says, "Whoa, this is heavy" and I'm going to put it on my denim jacket :)

For those who are planning to see the musical, I hope this helps hype you up for it. And for those who can't see it, I hope this gives you a good look at what it's like!

#back to the future #bttf #back to the future: the musical #bttf: the musical #casey likes #roger bart #broadway

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Painting Lies 3

Phinks x reader, Fetain x reader, Shalnark x reader

Tigger and content warnings include but are not limited to: blood, gore, violence, kidnapping, abuse, mental health issues, trauma

Wc: 6501

Tumblr links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

Ao3: Here

You think you remember the two blonds being there, but you also remember your legs being twice their usual size. Honestly you just stared at the ceiling for a bit wondering what the hell was going on in your head. For all you know you did get into a fight with a giant blanket yesterday but also you felt like you had somehow completed an entire treasure collection in that game you played. Everything in the dream was too close to reality for your liking.

“Hey Phinks?” You looked out into the hall to see if he was up.

“What?” The door across the hall from you opened.

“Weird question, did we have a staring contest during dinner or did I dream that?”

“That kind of happened.” he went to close the door.

“Okay, did you play video games yesterday with me watching?”

He looked at you terribly confused, “no?”

“Did we set up the table?”

“No, shalnark did.”

“Did I go to the basement? Does the basement have a whole art studio too? Because I dreamed there was like some art supply store or something in it and I feel like I'm going insane.”

“Yes to both.”

“Okay okay, now the part that ia really fucking with me is that i swear i woke up in the middle of the night-”

“You did.”

“-and you and the other guys were there-”

“Correct.”

“Then I got kissed goodnight by the three of you? And like some drink that you see moms in movies make for kids after a nightmare?”

He stood looking at you, you had no idea what he was thinking, honestly he looked as confused as you were.

“That didn’t happen, those two just wanted to see you before leaving.”

“Weird.” You mumbled to yourself. “It all felt like stuff that happened or could have.”

Everyone had dreams that left them confused when they woke up, or well you think everyone does. Waking up from them can vary, like with every other kind of sleep. When it came to “what the fuck happened who am I” level of confusion dreams waking up in anyway that left you dazed was not a good thing. What you personally think is worse is when you don’t feel like you have been asleep, or when you think you haven't had a dream.

Your thoughts fizzled out until you could have been a cartoon character with smoke coming out of their head. Confusion sticks, the whole day would probably feel off, and hell you might just fall back asleep with how just trying to think through it all was driving you mad.

“Are you going to spend time around the house or in your room?” Phinks was leaning against the door frame.

“Oh-“ you sifted through your ideas to keep yourself entertained.

There were the new games you’ve been given, but the clearly visible camera in your room had been creeping you out. You had some books but part of you couldn’t stand the idea of reading at the moment, something in your bones felt like they couldn’t find a comfortable way to sit to read. Maybe you could draw- there was that sketch you wanted to paint.

“I might go paint something?” You asked him.

It felt like you were allowed to go paint down there whenever, or that was the ideal goal they had with showing you it. Though there was something about this house, even with Shalnarks advice of Phinks being surprisingly soft, you felt like you were standing on an inch of ice and it was already waiting to break.

He nodded, “Not a bad idea, just don’t go past the curtain, Fetain doesn’t like anyone touching his things. I’ll make something simple to eat, I’m not much of a cook so you’ll have to put up with it or make your own food.” He walked past you towards the kitchen, “I’ll stay down there to make sure you don’t go poking around in things you don’t want to see.”

Yeah totally not threatening or creepy in the slightest. Hell part of you felt like a horror movie character right now, that vague warning only made you want to see what was down there. As you gathered your sketches your mind ran wild. The stairs in this unfinished basement were creaky wood. You looked at your feet as you descended, the wood was nice and sanded, with no nails that you could notice. Yet your mind drew with jagged lines, poorly put together stairs covered in splinters. That would be too empty, not enough visual interest but something could be drawn from those mental images of stairs. Maybe if something was spilling down the stairs it would be interesting, something twisted hidden in the shadows or beneath the stars themselves, something hard to notice but once you do it’s shocking.

You pulled out a pre-stretched canvas. For a while your hands hovered over two, each size would have its benefits, the smaller ones could make the figure have a “weaker” tone. Though the larger would allow the grotesque details you were longing for. Yet you could alter your concept slightly and “zoom in” on a smaller canvas, get up close and personal with the spine. You propped them both up so you could more easily compare them while sorting through your sketches. You tore them from the sketch book with a strange chaotic need. They were spread out across the cold concrete floor. Scattered and overlapped so they could all be seen without taking up much space. It was a kaleidoscope of paper and ink, and you were the crazed lunatic who had created it.

“You’ll have to pick those up when you finish painting.” Phinks stepped down the stairs holding a large plate full of scrambled eggs and waffles. “Or do you think you’ll need to have them spread out while working?”

“Do you have tape?” You asked, “Something stronger than a basic office tape, I could hang them on the wall?”

“Eat some, I’ll find some.”

The food was weirdly over and under done. The waffles had parts that were slightly more runny than they should be but the eggs were concerning. Parts were crispy and almost burnt, while the rest was fluffy, almost as if he had gotten distracted and almost made a bad omelette.

“Duck tape and packing tape.” He placed one roll of each on the table beside you.

“Oh, thanks, that’ll work fine.”

He was quiet, but it wasn't the same way Fetain is. Fetains silence was a threat, one you had grown used to. He had this weight to him that was impossible to ignore when alone, though he easily blended in and was easy to ignore in a group. Phinks was almost the opposite. You never noticed him when it was just him, though that didn’t mean you trusted him in the slightest. There was a comfort to him, familiar almost, half memories of moments with an old friend or a split second where you almost felt like you were sitting in the room with a long forgotten family member. Warmth tried to spread through you, you desperately wanted to trust him when you felt the familiarity, but how could you when you knew nothing about him.

You taped away. Deformed figures, haphazard diagrams and sketches of anatomy from memory. While each sketch held some semblance of a thought, a firework of an idea, sometimes you found that the best ideas grew when you worked without a clear thought. Molding fog and light created forms and shapes that you may overlook, sometimes you could compare them to an instinct, or a deep need to connect with something you had yet to fully understand.

These things made the beginning difficult but one of the most fun parts of it all. Every thought could be quickly scribbled out, fulfilling the urge to create, but not held back by perfection. It was wild, untamed, which made it unpredictable. A great idea could last a second before flickering out while a bad one could haunt you, not because the idea’s roots were rotten but because the branches had been infested by a failure to succeed.

You stared at the sketches of green bruises. The needles poked through skin, emerging from the bones themselves. Single drops of blood would sit atop the skin, staining it, drying deeply into the grooves. If the dirt and grime of the depicted horror went untreated it would stain not only the mind, but cling to the body like death itself, unable to be removed with hours upon days of scrubbing. It would always feel dirty, and you could always end up permanently stained.

This gorey twist that you adapted in your work was a little strange, even you had to admit it. You didn’t like the idea of torture porn when it came to horror movies, which some found surprising, clearly you didn’t hate it, but there had to be something gained from it. In your pieces you wanted each graphic mark to mean something, there needed to be a story you could read into if you wanted, but often they became reflections of struggles. It was relaxing, in the way that snapping and throwing something can make you sigh and sob after the frustration was finally released.

The thing about art is that it sucks ass. While it can be a weight off your shoulders and drain all of the stress out of you, it could just as easily make you want to stab someone’s eyes out. Staring at pins and needles for long enough just made you want to see your eyes shut so you didn’t have to see them everywhere else. Even closing your eyes made you think of the horrible blotchy shading that just did not want to work because you didn’t think and added too much water to your paints. Hell every time you groaned in frustration your fucking kidnapper look scared. So you tossed the brushes in the sink and worked on scrubbing out the paint before you ruined them right away.

“Do you usually work in these long multiple hour sessions?” He asked you over the sound of running water.

The water was cold, dangerously so. Your fingers toyed with the hair gently mixing small amounts of soap into it. This rhythmic movement helped calm you down and get out of the “holy mother of cats why won’t things go right” headspace that you got stuck in.

“Yeah, that’s common, anything less than three is an oddity.”

“I guess I just didn’t understand how hard it was.”

“Every job is kinda like that.”

You left the brushes on a spread out towel to dry. The pallet of rapidly drying paint was still there and there were a few reasons for why you didn’t clean off the paint; it’d ruin the plumbing, it was half dry anyways, you didn’t care, and it was fun to peel off later. If that little thing could give you some control maybe it would be worth it to wait and try to earn a way out.

Part of you felt like you were giving up too easily, that you had already lost your will to fight when you woke up that first day. Yelling at yourself wouldn’t do anything and you knew that but you felt like it was your fault. Perhaps you’re just the circus elephant tied to nothing. Yet you didn't blame yourself, or at least not as much as you think you were supposed to. Playing along and being good allows for you to be taken as a cute little pet that might be too frightened to try anything. Maybe other kidnappers are different.

You looked at Phinks from when he was leaning back in the folding chair balancing on its back legs. He was large, so much strength loomed over him, making him seem like the biggest in the room. Some damn part of him made you both think he was some jockey asshole like in movies and tv, or some large warm hearted man, though the latter seemed like a stretch.

“You’re starring again.”

“I’m thinking.”

“About?”

You gathered up the sketchbook you had ripped a handful of pages out of. You should lie. Shalnark said something like “he wasn’t perceptive” right? What if you were wrong? What about telling the truth? Would he kill you in anger? Slam you into the wall? Be the manifestation of the shadows from the covered half of the basement that had been driving you crazy, pulling you back and deep down into its maw, screaming as you die from-

“Just say it, I’m in a good mood, I don’t want it ruined with some anxiety attack because you’re scared to say someth-.”

“I don’t know how to feel.” You didn’t turn back to him as you walked towards the stairs, stopping at its feet, so he knew you weren’t trying to run away. “I don’t want to upset you or the others and risk dying or something arguably worse. I feel like everything has to be said correctly or not at all so I don’t find out someone is secretly more delusional than a damn LSD trip.”

You heard the chair squeak a bit as he stood up and walked towards the stairs, he didn’t stop like you and slowly started climbing them, slowly so you could continue.

“I should be scared, angry, maybe I should try to kill someone, or myself, try to escape? I don’t know, I can’t do any of those. I don’t want to, I hate how nice my room was, there was so much thought, so much detail, it felt so real, so close to my messy room. It creeps me out, enjoying the food, the room, the clothes, even the personal products make me feel like I graduated from a top academy with no debt and no depression.”

You lead him down the hall towards the living room. “I haven’t even looked outside you know, somehow I feel like it’ll make or break the dream. I think it might make me try something stupid, make me snap or something. I want to feel okay but I don’t, and when I don’t want to feel okay I do!” You ripped the curtain open, startling yourself.

“Did the window change anything?”

Woods. Beautiful moss covered trees that stretched far. The fire kissed trees rained down their leaves and it looked gorgeous. It reminded you of that date with the cats, the betrayal, of this fuck up of yours. It was something akin to heaven in your eyes, a perfectly twisted picture.

“I miss home.” You said finally tears slipping through your horribly masked emotions. You turned from the window stepping away from its bright light and into your dark room. You didn’t close the door fully behind you, it was very easy to look through the gap.

The blankets were smooth but when you burrowed into them to avoid everything, they felt fluffy against your skin. Even as your breath filled the underneath of them with hot air that felt suffocating, you accepted it with open arms. Stale warm air was unpleasant but it felt like the first warmth you’d felt in eons. The world outside this nest was cold and cruel, and you felt chained to the bed the more you thought about it.

The room's gentle darkness left you thinking as you tossed and turned. You fought back sobs but didn’t care about the tears that leaked down your face. Your sweetest boy laid next to you, his paw resting atop your hand as you faced him and the wall. You longed for the comfort of your real bed, sitting on the small balcony with your cat as he stared wide eyed at the birds.

Maybe you could have avoided this. Maybe if you had kept to yourself, avoided people like you had grown accustomed too, you could have continued your life. It didn’t change the fact that you were here now, but you were haunted by it. Those dark eyes at the damn exhibit. Why did it have to happen? Were you a fool? Were there any signs that you could have noticed? No matter how much crying you did or didn’t do you hated every second you were left to think about anything. Each damn second made you manic, and every other one made you depressed and unable to move. You felt so nauseous that soon you just vomited and sat on the bathroom floor headhung as you finally sobbed.

It was loud and obnoxious, you were lucky only one other person was home. It bounced off the walls. Phinks could definitely hear you. It was the kind of sob that was scratchy and full of angry screams, perfect for a tantrum that would destroy everything in a close area. You felt like a toddler who had been told no when asking for candy, a brat who wanted something. It felt like you were the problem even if you were just a victim of your surroundings. Yet you screamed and cried until your throat was sore, until it felt like it could have been bleeding, and you choked on the bubbling sobs as snot filled every airway.

You laid in a puddle of yourself, not moving when the front door opened and slammed shut. Unblinking as keys jingled down the hall with heavy footsteps. Looking with tired weak eyes, up at Phinks who stood, with plastic bags in hand, his face red and his eyes looking at the wall instead of you.

“It’s late, Fei and Shal want you to have a routine but they're not here… come stay up late and watch a movie or something? Shal bought some of your favorites and ones you’ve talked about! I have some chocolate, or popcorn if you’d like? I’m not sure what you all like when it comes to movie snacks…”

Your voice was so scratchy it hurt to hear you speak. “Please…” you whined as he helped pull you up and onto the living room couch.

He handed you the bags, a multipack of tissue boxes, an assortment of chocolate, popcorn, beer, teas, sodas, chips... You dug through it all and he returned with blankets in hand and a stuffed animal he knew you were attached to, that they all knew you were attached to.

He sat next to you, draping the blankets over you. He pulled a box of tissues out handing one to you. “Use the bag as a garbage bag for now.” He laid out everything haphazardly. He gently pulled your head down onto his lap and pressed the remote into your hand.

The blue glow of the tv puts you to sleep soon enough. It didn’t matter if it was one movie or ten, you were asleep, as soon as you were Phinks was too. You used his lap as a pillow, and Phinks leaned back, his head tossed over the couch’s back, his mouth hung open with a light snore as the tv eventually turned itself off.

In the morning you woke up when the keys turned to open the door’s lock. It made you jolt awake as the door was pushed open. Shalnark was clicking through his phone as he carried in a handful of something.

“Oh, you’re both up? How was the movie night?”

You sunk into the blankets giving back into your exhaustion. “Okay.”

You said it mostly to avoid any upset feelings on his end, the movie night was a nice way to avoid it all. You hated it considering everything, but those few hours of just zoning out at the tv and falling asleep to your favorite movies made you fell like home. You could imagine it so vividly it is what lulled you to sleep, the house didn’t have that smell of the three men, it was your home filled with cat fur, paints, and gesso.

You could feel the canvas frame from when you had to custom build one for a commission. Having to stretch it yourself, and you struggled to pull it back enough for it to hold well. The frame was obnoxiously large, you couldn’t fathom how they had the money to commission it or why they’d need one this size. That one had become a secret favorite, it was in someone’s private collection, an anonymous commissioner. You remember them sending someone to pick it up, which was strange, but if someone had that money how weird could it really be?

“Fei will be appearing soon, he has to drag something down to his office.” Shal giggled to himself speaking without catching his breath. “He’s surprisingly very interested in the work he brought back. It’s like a cat that got a hold of a mouse and doesn’t want to let it go.”

He set his envelope of papers down on the table, and sat down next to you on the couch. He was in front of you really, your back pressed firm against the couch nearly sinking into the cushions and the framework. Shalnark was turned slightly so he could face you and Phinks easily, his knees pressed against the front of the couch and one of Phinks’ knees. He breathed in deeply, his breath pushing both his stomach and chest out, he sort of chuckled as he sighed and leaned over to rest his head on the sofa’s back next to Phinks’ shoulder.

“I missed being home.”

Phinks and you didn’t say anything in response. Maybe Phinks secretly hated Shalnark, well, obviously not, but his silence kind of confused you. He cared deeply about the two from what you could tell, but who's to say you were ever good at reading the room. Your view upwards was obstructed by Shalnark hovering-leaning over you. Phinks moved his arm, you could see its shadow crossover you briefly, but you didn’t see what he did. Shalnark sat there resting with the two of you, this serene glazed look to him. He looked so pleasant, his hair hanging in his face, and his eyes closed.

He did eventually move, while he seemed content that was in no way comfortable to sit there for long. Shal eventually collected his things and ran off to go put them away. You gathered up the mess from the night before. Phinks took the trash out, you saw the cement steps out front as the door opened, and cool air rushed in to kiss your cheeks. The cat with wide eyes watched him complete his chores from the window, while you avoided looking at them. It was easier to stay busy with wiping the table and stacking the coasters in a neat pile in the center.

You kept wiping the table. Slow circular motions as you dazed off. The window just hurt you. Its clear glass was a mirror of your betrayal and gentle suffering, every damn time you saw that view it reminded you of the damned date. That date would remind you of his hands in your hair as you sobbed into his lap. What kind of suffering is this all? To be cursed with the inability to act, but blessed with a comfort of home and kindness. though it came from triplet tyrants. What tragedy had you fallen out of?

You went about giving yourself chores, dusting the shelves and tv stand, sweeping the kitchen floor, making a few pancakes with a box mix you had found, then cleaning up the mess you had made. Your hour or two of small chores only could keep you distracted for so long. You could hear Shalnark from his room, typing away on a keyboard and flipping through papers. When you walked past the basement you could hear things being moved around. It was faint and muffled, almost like you were hearing things, you wanted to go down there, the curiosity haunting you, but I’d anyone scared you the most it was Fetain.

You pushed open Phinks’ door. He had looked up at you as you did, but he didn’t say a thing, just motioned for you to come in. It was simple, navy sheets that were wrinkled, a strange mixture of pillows that didn’t have matching cases. There were some clothes lying around the room and the closet was open. He had a simple fold up chair in the corner and some green running jacket thrown across it. He didn’t have curtains, just the plastic blinds though some were bent and damaged. The closest thing to decoration was a digital clock on a wooden stool made bedside table and high quality at home gym equipment on the floor and tucked away into the closet.

“Need something?”

“I’ve never seen your rooms.” You half ignored the question, “and I don’t want to work on my painting when Fetain is working.”

He hummed, and you sat down on his bed looking at his window with the blinds pulled shut. “I hate it,” you said quietly to yourself, not knowing fully what you meant. “I might drive myself crazy. I keep trying to make things make sense, but I don’t get it.” You flopped down and rolled over, you didn’t look up at his face, didn’t acknowledge if he was looking at you or listening. “I think I’m ignoring half of everything to try and pretend that I’m okay.”

His hand rested on your head, his fingers playing with your hair. “You’re putting up with it well, though coming from me that doesn’t mean much.”

You grabbed his hand and his shirt. Pulling yourself up, straddling his waist. “Why couldn’t you have killed me? Torture me? Why not just make my life a real living hell? I feel like I’m burning but there’s nothing there, I keep thinking I’m drowning but I’m not!” Your hand trailed up to his neck, your nails pressing into his jugular, as you pinned him down to the bed. He laid there with his eyes wide but he didn’t move. “Please give me a good reason to hate it here! Please, I can't understand what’s going on! I didn’t ask for this. I don't know what I’m here for!” you screamed at him, though it wasn’t loud, just desperate. “I can’t do anything.”

His hand grabbed your hip and his other grabbed your neck, and he flipped the roles so he was hunched over you. His nails pressed into your skin. There was no weight to the threat. His hands while touching you, felt like they were hovering.

“You’re allowed to be angry, you don’t need permission for it.” And his hands were lifted away. and he was back on his side of the bed laying just like he was earlier, as if you never disrupted him.

Then you cried, you laid there curled up in a ball next to him. He never touched you, until you reached out and touched him, pulling yourself into his arms. He held you then gently and quietly until you relaxed and laid there half asleep and exhausted. His hands cupped your cheeks and you were held close to his face, his mouth a meare inch from your nose.

“I’ll do anything for you, even if you don’t like us or being here. We will do anything to keep you safe. I’ll make you as happy as I can, I swear to you I will.”

You heard Fetain come up from the basement when the door slammed shut. He was lighter than air with his footsteps so when he walked into Phinks’ room and ended up next to the bed you nearly screamed. “Try to sleep at ten and wake up at six. You need good sleep routine.”

You nodded, Phinks had mentioned it right? Ten to six seemed reasonable. “Exactly 6 am?”

“Roughly. Take time to change, one week to do yourself.”

“I’ll try to do it.” You nodded and a yawn slipped from your lips.

“Take nap, us three will talk work.” He waited for Phinks to get up.

Phinks patted your shoulder, “stay here and sleep for a bit we don’t want you dealing with our work stuff yet.”

“Okay.”

But Feitain hovered for a second longer than he needed to, just quietly looking at you with this deep thoughtful look in his eyes, yet he left without saying anything.

They had a habit of leaving you alone with your thoughts. Thankfully your cat at least sits with you when you need it, most of the time.

There was nothing to do with them all being busy. Something told you not to poke around for answers about what they were discussing. Even though you weren’t gonna search around for answers your mind wandered. It was a gross wandering similar to how one could lay in bed and gaze up into the darkness and just sit there. Rambling and turning whispers in your thoughts flashing images of blood gore and violence. How could anyone imagine what their jobs could be? You were used to surrounding yourself with images of oozing guts, but just beccause you had been decentized to it didn’t mean that fucking kidnappers who seemed more than used to living isolated was something you could handle.

You ran your hand back from the cat’s nose to his ears. He pressed himself so firmly against your hand that his eyelids were slightly pulled back as he demanded all of your attention. You could feel him breathing on you, his soft purrs are loud as he clung to you. When the fur around his face is pushed back his whole meringue look changes to one of a rat. His eyes while blown wide into dark saucers continue to look up at you fondly, his fur looks like a front facing bald eagle. There’s a reason you hardly ever see those angles, it’s less flattering. There’s less pride and a slicked back edge that is perceived as coolness. This is what that sweet cat looked like from this angle, his poofy roundness disappeared and strange looking from the front, while you never truly have looked too explore the other angles of the strange hair-do, the adorably crafted ugliness makes you melt into him as he melts into you.

As you lay there thoughts bubbling up worries and anxiety scratching away at your insides, this sweet fluff keeps you grounded. As was his task, he was an unofficial emotional support cat, nothing more than a pet that kept you mentally stable and provided both a comfort and reason to live. It was easy on the days where the paints seemed poisoned to be unable to reason and find out why you were alive. You wondered if everyone questioned this at times perhaps that’s why your artwork seemed so desperate, why you just cling to an intestine rope to pull you closer to answers and people who relate. It’s not something you can say for sure but even now, after a few years of this cat he kept you perfectly content to question but not give up.

He was also a good muse, posing in ways during his naps. Belly up, his head laid back against a pillow, his front paws folded under his chin but his back legs sticking upwards like two towers, fluffy and off white. He laid his ways that made it hard to determine if he was a cat or strang fluffy void, even though lots of cats did that. No matter how many photos and squeals you let out, it never felt the same, there simply isn't a connection. No photo could replace your cat, because you knew just about everything about him.

Sometimes you wondered if you relied too much on the cat, you’d question if the kidnappers thought the same if you weren’t so preoccupied with anything else. Even in captivity it seemed like you never had time for anything. All your plans would get mixed up or you would get horribly distracted. You acted as if you were wandering naked in a dark maze with how time snuck up on you. With no one to truly tell you otherwise you gave into it when you could, which was most of the time. Hours would be spent gazing off into walls and corners as you painted in your own head, it didn’t matter if you pictured it or not, it was the mental motions of the act that kept you entranced.

A jiggle of a brush, a whirlpool of the paint thinner. Hell the actions are what lured you down into the basement again. You hadn’t been told to stay, hadn't been told not to. You may not have paid attention to the home as you were pulled down to the basement by your navel; the living was quiet though the three men hummed and buzzed with a quiet conversation. You continued onto the door opening it so gently and silently you might have well just phased through the door to begin with. The unfinished steps hadn’t groaned or creaked as you stepped on them even though they should. The door hovered open, the light peering and stealing across the floor to the hall now behind you. As a moth would you step down and forwards moving towards your painting.

At this moment your eyes flashed with one lucid thought, “something isn’t right.” It didn't take a genius to know this but somehow as you were drugged by your own relaxation and you had taken the liberty to forget about everything that had been a bright neon sign telling you something was amiss. You looked away from your studio and across the room at another’s.

It’s important to note that some people have a personal belief that art is in the eye of the beholder, regardless of whether each piece usually has an original meaning in the grand scheme of things. You had thoughts and ideas, messages and stories to tell through your paintings. Each a commentary on something since you didn’t believe in unthoughtful gore and brutality, that wasn’t to say it had no meaning, but that there wasn’t a personal thought being expressed even deep below the surface. In this belief of art interpretation all art has at least two meanings, the artist’s original suffering inquiry, and the viewer’s lack of understanding. With this in mind the scene behind the curtain is much different then one in your studio.

The curtain had always been a temptation, that’s a simple fact of the matter. Place a marshmallow in front of a child and most struggle to resist even with the promise of more. This curtain in your case was so much more than temptation. A temptation is often pictured as sweet and sugary, lustful even, not a need but a want. This curtain was so much more than that, it was thorn covered and speckled with a lifetime of warnings but it wasn’t sweet, there was no guarantee of safety but an expectation of more. Even then you peeled it back.

It was more than a treasure trove of goodies, it was a threatening pile of one. The lights were on and you were slammed into with information as you peared across it all, for instance the room was large, much larger than you thought it was. While most of it was still unfinished further back against the far wall was a much more finished section. That is what you noticed second but you just were too in shock to register the first yet. The furthest wall was finished, a simple gray paint and from it hung old custom paintings, things both long forgotten and new. They were strange to see though in comparison to your room when you had first woken up nothing crazy. The first thing you noticed was crazier, though not too surprising.

The wall was lined with a board, hanging from it an assortment of household tools and even more specialty ones. Mostly pliers, wrenches, screwdrivers of all sorts of sizes. There were spools of wire, rope, and bolt cutters. There were more too, there were tweezers, the heavy duty kind, expensive looking, stainless steel and with a rubber grip. Each item while normally not threatening was fucking horrifying. The blindfolded and gagged half-dead looking man would ultimately agree if he saw the line up. Yet the detail of the organization, to the bindings, and yes even the table he was on, made it look like a perfectly created scene. To Feitain, who you half-confidently assumed was the resident torturer, this must be something artistic or even religious, sometimes the two came hand in hand.

His hair was glued by brown dried blood, his nose broken, the bruising covering his cheeks and eyes from what you could tell from afar. There was no way for him to escape from his binds, strapped down to the table. The table itself looked to be something akin to an embalming table, slightly slanted towards a floor drain, some blood already leaking down from the man and dried against the table’s cold smudged metal. He had bruises down his arms and legs dark purple and splotchy. His ankle looked painfully enlarged, not enough to be a break but horribly sprained.

You should have screamed in horror, your heartbeat sped up like crazy after all. There was enough adrenaline that maybe you could have killed a person, not your captors from the look and attitude of them. If a captor can be so unconcerned like they were either they were morons or knew full well that they had perfect complete control. From a second kidnapped person being in the basement looking like a corpse it’s easy to decide which.

Looking on even in your shocked state you made your third discovery. There were bulkhead doors. A small flight of stairs led up to them. In your shock you continued to move like a ghost, even though your chest was pounding. It rumbled in your gut, twisted and stabbed at your lungs, and you looked upwards at it, upwards into the dark steps a small crack of light. Your cat in all his loving sweetness rubbed up against your leg, mewling softly. You walked forwards reaching upward towards the door, climbing the stairs and gently pressing to see if they’d open, to your surprise it did.

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softhairedhotch · 5 months

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this is the exact same fic as yesterday but with hotchgan instead LMAOOO i couldn't decide on which ship to do so i did both!! aaron hotchner x derek morgan

aaron and derek get locked in a bathroom for seven minutes. warnings/content: alcohol consumption, kissing n making out n mild sexual themes, mentions of penemily, fun drunk party games, the team hanging out <3 word count: 1.5k also on ao3!

seven minutes in hotchgan

“I can't remember how it feels to kiss you,” Penelope manages to get out, sighing as she looks off into the distance in a drunken haze. “I mean, I know that you're a good kisser, but… God. You're such a good kisser.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Dave starts, eyes darting between Derek and Penelope. “You two have kissed?”

“Is that really a surprise?” JJ snorts.

“You know what… no. No, it’s not. I never thought it’d actually happen.”

Derek laughs. “I couldn’t deny kissing such a pretty lady, now, could I? Not when the opportunity arose.”

“Made out with, is the right term,” Emily adds with her own chuckle. “They were pretty drunk and Penny dearest got all handsy.”

“Oh, god, I did!” Penelope squeals, covering her face. “I groped you! Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“All in good fun, baby girl,” he snorts. “I mean, hell, I ain’t complaining.”

Dave laughs into his glass of whiskey, Spencer rubs at his eyes tiredly, and Emily throws her head back with raucous laughter. JJ giggles alongside Penelope, far more awkwardly and reserved due to not drinking as much as everyone else, and Aaron… well. He stares at Derek with dark eyes, a small smirk on his lips as he runs his thumb over the rim of his glass. When their eyes meet, however, it jolts Aaron out of his stupor and he looks away, a red tint to his cheeks. Derek cocks an eyebrow at Aaron, curious, but the older man refuses to look back at him.

After everyone calms down, Penelope gasps and jumps up from her seat, stumbling for a moment before regaining her balance. “Oh! I know what we should do!”

“What, have an orgy?” Dave says, deadpan.

Penelope flushes a dark red. “That is not what I was gonna say. What I was gonna say is that we should play seven minutes in heaven!”

“Oh, god, that’ll cross so many boundaries!” Emily snorts.

“You don’t have to do anything with the person you get, of course, but if you want to then it’ll be fun!”

Aaron shakes his head. “Perhaps not.”

Dave smirks. “Don’t you wanna have some fun?”

“Are you trying to tell me something, Dave?”

“No, sorry,” Dave starts, sighing dramatically, “you’re not my type.”

The room bursts into laughter again and Aaron tilts his head at Dave with an amused look, downing his drink rather than responding. Derek watches Aaron with interest, his eyes falling to watch the way he licks at his lips, and when their eyes inevitably meet there’s a playful glint in his eyes. It’s Derek’s turn to look away, mind reeling with thoughts he chalks up to the alcohol running through his bloodstream.

“So,” Penelope starts once the laughter has died down, grabbing an empty beer bottle from beside Derek’s foot and placing it in the center of the coffee table before sitting back down. “Let’s get going! I’ll go first!” She spins the bottle and it flies off, clattering on the ground beside Aaron’s foot. “Oh, god, does that count?”

“For your sake,” Aaron starts, picking up the bottle and placing it on the table, “I’ll say no.”

She blushes and smiles. “Right, yeah, that’d be awkward, huh? Okay, here goes.” Spinning it again, it lands on Emily. “Ohhhh my god, yes! I’ve always wanted to kiss you!”

Emily laughs and stands up, reaching out to pull Penelope up to her feet, and they drunkenly giggle together as they enter the bathroom. Derek huffs out a laugh and reaches out for the remote beside him, turning up the music. When Dave raises an eyebrow at him, he shrugs. “What? Just giving them some privacy.”

“Good man.”

Five minutes later, they leave the room, both of them blushing a bright red. Lipstick is scattered all over Emily’s face, mostly on her cheeks and dipping under her shirt, and Penelope’s hair is noticeably dishevelled.

Derek looks at his watch and laughs. “That wasn’t even seven minutes, sweetness.”

Spencer nods. “It was 5 minutes and 27 seconds, to be exact.”

“Well,” Emily smirks, lifting her drink to her lips and taking a slow sip, “we didn’t wanna go too far.”

“Had to stop ourselves,” Penelope grins at Derek, pushing his teasing hand away as he goes to poke at her. “Anywho, it’s your turn!”

Smirking, Derek reaches out for the bottle and spins it. It does a full circle once, twice, three times, before slowing down and inching toward Spencer. Relief floods through him although he’s not sure why. But then, just as he’s about to stand up and offer his hand out to the genius, fate laughs in his face and the bottle inches to the right, pointing directly at Aaron’s knee. The room erupts into cheers and laughter and, before Derek can fully process what’s happening, he and Aaron are being herded into the bathroom and the door is blocked off behind them.

“Well, this is something,” Derek laughs, all traces of confidence drained from him. The sudden closeness of Aaron and the look from earlier still playing in the back of his mind makes it almost impossible to act normal. “We can just stand here, right? Like Penelope said.”

“Don’t I get to see how good of a kisser you are, too? Why does Garcia get to have all the fun?”

His jaw drops at that. “What?”

Aaron’s eyes darken and he steps closer to Derek, reaching out to cup his cheek in his large hand. “I wanna see it for myself.”

“Hotch… how much did you have to drink, man?”

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, tilting his head.

Derek leans closer. “Don’t you dare.”

And then their lips are meeting. At first, it’s tentative, both of their lips moving slowly against the other. But then, to Derek’s surprise–as if this isn’t all a big surprise, anyway–Aaron gently bites down on his bottom lip and plunges his tongue into his gasping mouth, deepening the kiss. Shock floods his veins but he takes it all with stride, the liquid confidence egging him on, and pushes him back against the door with ease, pressing into him harder. It’s Aaron’s turn to gasp and Derek can’t help but chuckle against him, feeling as if his skin is on fire. Everything he’s thought about in the last few years, every idea he pushed away because he felt ashamed and disgusted with himself, comes flying at him in full force. But with one more swipe of Aaron’s tongue against his, his mind is blank.

“Shoot,” Aaron whispers, chasing Derek’s lips when he pulls back for air. “That was… you… Garcia was right, you are a good kisser.”

“When is she ever wrong?”

He huffs out a laugh. “True.”

Looking up at Aaron, their faces inches apart, Derek feels like a whole new man. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

“No?” Aaron asks, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. “You haven’t seen the way I’ve been looking at you lately?”

“Like you’re constantly aggravated by my existence?”

Aaron looks to the side and chuckles. “You know that’s just my face.”

“Right, yeah,” he replies, grinning. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Touché.”

The two of them kiss again, starting off slow but quickly devolving into a desperate need to be as close as possible. Aaron’s hands tug Derek as close as he can and Derek holds him firmly against the door, hands sliding up into his hair and forcing the strands in all different directions. Trailing a hand to his front, Aaron’s fingers hook under Derek’s belt and he teases at the buckle.

A loud knock against the door has them flying away from each other.

“Come on, love birds, your seven minutes are up!” Penelope sings through the door, knocking a pattern to go along with it.

“Dammit,” Derek mutters, glancing at himself in the mirror. His eyes have a crazed look in them and his clothes are creased. “You think they’ll believe us if we say nothing happened?”

Aaron glances at the mirror and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the sight of himself. “Would you prefer me to say yes?”

“Yes.”

“Then no, but I’m sure we can convince them.”

Derek snorts. “Yeah, sure, man, whatever you say.”

There’s another knock at the door. “Eight minutes now! If you don’t open the door in five seconds I’ll kick it down Morgan style!”

“We should leave, huh?” Derek says, huffing out a laugh as he reaches for the door handle. Before he grabs it, Aaron’s hand pulls him back to face him. “Hotch?”

“Can I take you out sometime this week?” Aaron asks, giving him a vulnerable look. Derek thinks he might melt on the spot. “I mean… on a, on a date.”

Revelling in the fact that it’s his turn to be confident, Derek smirks and presses a kiss to his lips once more before walking out and enjoying the way the other man follows close behind like a lost puppy. “If you spin the bottle and it lands on me, you’ll get your answer.”

No one had ever seen Aaron try so hard at a silly party game until that day.

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the-himawari · 5 months

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A3! Hyodo Kumon - Translation [SSR] Afterschool Time for Two (3/3)

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Waiter: Here’s your French fries.

Kumon: I’m digging in! *Munch, munch*… mm, that hits the spot! Fresh off the fryer is the best!

Azami: All you need is salt when it’s hot.

Kumon: Ketchup and mayo are still musts though!

Azami: Oi, don’t mix them with the fries.

Kumon: Aurore sauce is tasty though. By the way, Tenma-san was in the drama that aired yesterday.

Azami: Ah. Is that why everyone in Summer troupe all got together last night?

Kumon: Yep! Tenma-san wore a school uniform for his role that looked hella cool! He kinda had an aura about him! But it sounded like he had some mixed feelings… about wearing a school uniform even though he’s in university now.

Azami: But he was just wearing one a short while ago. Is that what it feels like when you become a university student? Is it available to stream?

Kumon: He said it was. I think you can still watch it!

Azami: I’ll check it out.

Kumon: Anyways, the homework I got today killed my braincells. I don’t get anything. Do you understand this, Azami?

Azami: There’s no way I’d get what someone two grades above me is studyin’.

Kumon: Ooh, good point. I guess I have no choice but to rely on Tsumugi-sensei. But I think he’s busy today…

Azami: What’s the subject?

Kumon: English.

Azami: Then you can also ask Chikage-san, can’t you?

Kumon: Ah, right! So true!

Azami: So even students who are preppin’ for their entrance exams get homework, huh?

Kumon: Well, it’s only for English and Japanese history. I ask nii-chan about my Japanese history homework.

Azami: Right. Juza-san’s only good at history.

Kumon: What do you mean by “only”!

*hits*

Azami: Dude, that hurts, y’know?

Kumon: Oh yeah! Say, Azami. I wanna go to karaoke tomorrow~.

Azami: Karaoke?

Kumon: Yeah. Also, I wanna go to the batting cage the day after tomorrow, and then the arcade next Monday~.

Azami: All you’re doin’ is goofin’ off.

Kumon: It’s fine, isn’t it! There’s not much time left in my high school life, so I wanna do everything I wanna do.

Azami: You can do all those things you said anytime. You can go to karaoke or the battin' cage even if you're not a high school student. Actually, when I see Juza-san and Taichi-san, it looks like it’s even easier for uni students to go since they have the time.

Kumon: That’s not the point, Azami! It’s like what Tenma-san said—the meaning of wearing a school uniform changes when you become a uni student. The homework will be way different, I’ll have to work a part-time job, and the cats I play with at lunch won’t be there. The only time we’re both high school students is right now. And there’s tons of stuff I wanna do with you while we’re in still high school together.

Azami: …

Kumon: Ah, I finished my drink. I’m gonna go to the drink fountain. Do you want anything, Azami? I’ll bring it back with me.

Azami: Oolong tea. Thanks.

Kumon: Okay!

*runs off*

Azami: …

*runs back*

Kumon: Thanks for waiting!

Azami: That was fast.

Kumon: Huh, really?

Azami: …Y’know, Kumon.

Kumon: Yeah?

Azami: I’ll go with you to all those things you mentioned earlier.

Kumon: Eh, REALLY!? YAY!!

*jumps up*

Azami: Shut up, dummy. Don’t stand up.

Kumon: Ahaha. Oopsies, sorry.

Azami: I doubt anythin’ will change between us once next year comes. But, we’re only high school students right now, right?

Kumon: Exactly! Ehehe, I’m so happy.

Azami: I mean, it just feels like we’re hangin’ out afterschool though.

Kumon: That’s fine! Everyone says we should do what we wanna do while we’re in high school.

Azami: Hearin’ that’s like a broken record at this point.

Kumon: Ah, I know! Adding to the list of things to do! I wanna eat a burger from “Burger Royale”!

Azami: What?

Kumon: Also, Kazu-san told me about a store that just opened last month—.

Azami: Can we go to that many places? Well, we’ll do as much as we can.

Kumon: For sure!

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sir-klauz · 11 months

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So elated Yamada-kun to Lv999 no Koi wo Suru/My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999/山田くんとLv999の恋をする is out, aired to the public in Spring of this year, 2023, through Madhouse studios, one of my favourites for a series.

I watched a few episodes before I decided to wait till it was mostly/totally released so I could sit and watch it in one stint. Yesterday I gave in hahaha.

I am most pleased. It’s the first anime released about a manga I’ve read since I returned to immersing myself into manga just over a year ago once again. I usually read a lot of not super popular mangas which never see the screens unfortunately despite being beautiful stories in the rough. As I thought, I’m very much enjoying it so far.

If you’re into anime, you’ve probably seen a fair few memes of Yamada already during the one scene he turns away from the computer. The most amusing one to me, was this one, as I’m also a big gamer of Genshin this was a funny joke between me and my partner.

I still can’t get over the scenario where he just starts totally choking on cup ramen in the manga, and I hope that doesn’t get forgetting. Because yeah, very relatable. Introvert gamer eating and choking on noodles, disaster. How he’s like socially I understand, I like the character, Akane is always very kinda despite some ways she gets treat and I think that’s quite brave but I wish she would stand up for herself more! The time with the fan incident was so sad, and such a real thing to be wary about even though she was set up. I cannot everr forgive that lil’ wet wipe Runa for doing that to her. She totally got my goat when that happened, idc. Her excuse is she’s younger and lonely and immature but.. that doesn’t cut it for me, there’s no excuse to do that but I’m glad she felt guilty and apologised as y’know, I thought she definitely never would when reading the manga.

Eita is so camp I love him, and when he goes angry face at Runa, we know shiz gonna go down as he’s usually like ^-^^^.

Let’s just say, Takezou, is, just, adorable. I’m very glad there’s representation for the older gaming community which very much exists, not only for the fact many avid gamers from when games started releasing still very much have been around this whole time since those days and have a lot of experience! Even if you can’t do big tournaments as easy the older you get, a lot of older gamers get ignored or forgetting and it’s associated with only being a young people thing.

Synopsis

After her boyfriend breaks up with her for another girl, college student Akane Kinoshita wrestles with a broken heart and the memories he left behind. Loading up Forest of Savior, the MMO they used to play together, she forms a plan to get back at her ex-boyfriend through an in-person event for the game. In the process, she runs into someone unexpected: Akito Yamada, a gaming legend who just happens to be her guildmate.

Desperate for support, Akane ropes the asocial Yamada into helping with her scheme and lending her a shoulder to cry on. The differences between Akane and Yamada soon become apparent as they spend time together, yet they cannot help but notice each other's inner qualities. As the two gain more experience with one another in and out of the game, their tentative acquaintance may level up in a way neither expects.

Producers: Aniplex, Movic, Tokyo MX, BS11, Egg Firm, Kadokawa, COMICSMART

Genre: Romance

Theme: Video Game

Rating: PG-13 - Teens 13 or older

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resident-gay-bitch · 5 months

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Whoopsie, Did I Turn You On?

minors dni - steve x gn!reader, public humiiation, dom + submissive roles, sub steve, sadist reader, masochist steve, sexual themes, clumsy steve, mean reader

lmao idk what this is - it's a snippet from my unfinished kinktober list, so here, have it in november instead lol. enjoy? this is so random istg and i wote it at an ungodly hour but we live laugh love. i figured someone out there will get a kick or two out of this. enjoy!! :))

You can’t help it. It’s not like it’s your fault anyway, it’s all Steve’s. He just looks so cute today, strutting around in that too small polo and those snug jeans of his. His hair sits impossibly perfect and you often find yourself wondering how you managed to get yourself such a pretty little plaything.

Not only does he look perfectly fuckable, having put on mascara again, and raspberry lip balm like he knows you like; he’s also a bit of a klutz today.

This morning he dropped all his coins, with you standing over his shoulder, when trying to give some money to a busker. He tripped on the curb when running across the street to show you the flower shaped tart he got at the market. He kept missing the straw when trying to take a sip of his iced tea because he was too busy looking at you. And just then he almost stepped off the curb and in front of a cyclist whilst walking down the street because he was telling you all about his night with Robin yesterday, and trying to keep your attention.

It’s fun making him stir. He always has your attention, you just like making him fight for it.

He’s so obsessed with you it’s crazy, so desperate to please, and maybe if you were a good person you’d assure him that you love him, and stroke his hair and kiss the tip of his nose.

But you’re not, not really. You’re mean, you like to play. And when Steve gets clumsy like this, fighting for your gaze to be on him and nothing else, you get horny.

He flushes bright red every time he messes up. Passersby think he’s just embarrassed that he tripped or dropped something, but you know it’s because it turns him on. He likes being humiliated by you, giving you all the power. He likes when you make him feel more embarrassed than he needs to be.

“Stevie!” You called, sitting down at a table under the pateo of a nice cafe. Steve had popped inside to place your orders whilst you nabbed a table. “Over here!” You waved at him.

He came rushing over with a bright smile, leaning down to kiss your cheek before walking around to his side of the table. Only, he tripped halfway there, when you stuck your foot out in his path.

He stumbled forward and gripped onto the table before falling flat on his ass, all the patrons of the cafe and people walking past on the street turned their heads to watch him embarrass himself.

He looked up at you, red from the tips of his ears all the way down past the collar of his adorably tight shirt, his eyes a little glassy.

You pouted down at him, mock sympathy, already noticing the growing bulge in his jeans, “Awh, poor baby… Did you trip?”

Steve swallowed and looked around, rubbing his elbow where he bumped it, “Yeah.”

“How did that happen?” You asked with a filthy smirk, “You’re such a klutz today, got all your wires crossed.”

He nodded his head, looking to the ground sheepish, his hands subtly moving to cover his erection from people still staring.

“Come on, up you hop.” You smiled, reaching your hand out to aid him. “You look silly down on the ground like that, Stevie. It’s almost like you enjoy being humiliated.”

You noticed Steve burn up red as he scrambled to his feet and sat himself down across from you. He looked so embarrassed, and so fucking turned on. You can’t wait to ruin him later.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered, straightening his clothes out.

“Don’t apologise, pretty boy.” You smiled, leaning over the table to whisper, “You look so cute all ruffled up and confused like that. Almost as gone as when I suck your pretty cock.”

Steve choked on his sharp inhale of air and broke out into a coughing fit, right as the waiters brought out your coffees. You grinned at him, having a proud little laugh to yourself before thanking the waiter and watching them be on their way.

Steve didn’t like that you looked at them, or talked to them. He wants your attention again, and you’re not going to give it to him right away.

It’s only when he took a sip of his coffee and almost burnt his tongue on it, did you look at him again.

“Such a dumb little whore, hmm?” You muttered, shaking your head as you sipped your coffee, “Always so desperate for my attention.”

Steve gnawed at his lip and wiggled around in his seat, one hand down in his lap. You chuckled to yourself, watching him writhe. You’re sure he’s probably leaking from the pretty tip of his cock right now, staining his boxers and maybe even his jeans. You’d like to take him into your mouth right now and listen to him whimper and moan all pretty for you, tear him apart in the way he loves, only to be put back together and held by you after.

But that’s to come later, no matter how badly you want it now; making him writhe like this all day is just so rewarding.

After your coffees were finished and you and Steve had chatted for a while about the mundane things you often like to talk about with your boyfriend, you both made you way down the street again. He was desperate to hold your hand, leaning into you ear and practically begging for it.

You let him, after he tripped over a lose brick and bumped into a random person, managing to stay upright. It still embarrassed him though, and that person said some rather rude words in response.

He was smiling, humming happily as the pair of you walked along, hand in hand, when you decided to have a little bit of fun. Embarrass him one more time before letting him get what he so desperately wants, which is his weepy cock in your throat, and to touch you in whichever way you’ll let him.

“Stevie.” You muttered, tugging on his hand, “You look so cute today, let me get a photo of you? How about you go stand by that tree?”

“Okay.” Steve smiled and kissed your cheek again, he loves when you take his photo. You always make it your lock screen right after, every time you take a new one, even the filthy pictures.

He rushed over to the tree you had pointed too and you took out your phone to snap a few pictures as he posed. You managed to get a few good ones before the sprinkler behind him soaked him in water, just as you had planned.

Steve stood there as the water dripped down him, soaking and flattening his hair. People stopped to stare and laugh in the park, a person or two even snapped a photo.

You laughed, you’d caught the whole thing on video, and posted it to your close friends story, tagging Steve.

He rushed back over to you, drenched in water, cheeks red again.

“Steve, you’re so stupid.” You said, “What were you thinking, standing under that tree, right where the sprinkler is?”

“I- I don’t know.” He muttered, his hands in front of his crotch as he bounced from foot to foot, chewing at his lip again. His eyes kept darting around and everyone looking. “I’m stupid- I’m so stupid today.”

“Yes, you are.” You grinned, giving him a good once over and biting your lip. “My stupid boy, hmm? You must feel so humiliated.”

Steve nodded his head.

“We better get you home, before you do anything else dumb.” You said, turning to head back home.

Steve chased behind you, his shoes squelching with each step. “Can I please hold your hand?”

You laughed, pulling your hand away from him as you shook your head, “You’re soaked, baby. I’m not touching you, that’s your own fault for being so dumb, Stevie.”

“Right… I’m sorry.” He swallowed, looking at you with big eyes and a pout. The epitome of a kicked puppy expression.

“Guess we better get you all cleaned up in the shower at home.” You sighed, pretending like this was a chore you had no interest in doing. “And since you’re so dumb and clearly can’t do anything yourself, I better be there to help you.”

Steve swallowed, his eyes lighting up and pupils dilating as he tugged at the crotch of his pants, “You’ll shower with me?”

You looked at him and grinned, “Only if you be a good boy and stay on your knees for me, I don’t trust you not to slip and fall, dumb whore.”

Steve actually moaned, and you had to slap a hand over his mouth so no one else could hear walking by. Sure, you liked watching Steve humiliate himself in public, but those pretty, sinful sounds were reserved for you, and you only.

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