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elllisaaa · 2 months

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Can I pls request seventeen reaction when they have a crush on reader they get jealous when she hangs out with her guy best friend (they are also super close) more than them?

hiii anonie ! i love that everyone keeps sending me these type of request for seventeen because i love to do them so so much ! hope you'll like it !

seventeen being jealous of your bff

-> pairing : svt x gn!reader

-> word count : 2.7k

-> genre : fluff

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

Despite Seungcheol being cute and sweet around you most of the time, he’s not so chill anymore when he sees you being all over another guy. He perfectly knows that he’s your best friend, perfectly knows that you want both of them to get along well because that’s why you asked him to come with you to this café, but he couldn’t help glaring at the other guy like he committed the worst crimes ever. Cheol tried his best to remain respectful and answer your best friend's questions, but he couldn’t help feeling a little jealous at watching you laugh with someone else about things he had no clue about. This would make him realize how bad he wanted to be with you, and how dumb it was of him to try and act as if he was not smitten by you. After this meeting during which he spent the whole time staring at the guy, he would plan the perfect confession to tell you how he feels about you and to not have to support this anymore.

YOON JEONGHAN

As usual, Jeonghan will act like a little shit. When you told him you wanted to plan a game night with him and your best friend so they could meet, he knew it was his chance to be insufferable. And he was the most annoying the whole night : cheating at every game and pretending to have done nothing, teasing your best friend for being a loser, and being the cheeky bastard he is. Deep down, he just felt like he was too late to confess to you about his crush, seeing how close and comfortable you seemed to be with this other guy. And it was only the worst side of him telling him to take some kind of revenge by being very irritating. Though Jeonghan would feel bad when you left and told him that he could’ve been nicer to your best friend. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel like he didn’t care about you and your emotions. It would take him a few hours of deep thinking before he sent you the longest text ever to explain his behavior and thus confess.

HONG JOSHUA

Not being a very jealous person, Joshua didn’t expect the rush of anger that came with running into you and your best friend at the mall. There was seemingly nothing to be jealous about, you were just acting like a normal person being close and affectionate with their best friend. He was perfectly aware of that, but still, he felt like the third wheel while walking with the two of you. When he would try to talk to you, the other guy would always open his mouth and Joshua was getting really annoyed. Finally, your best friend left, leaving you with a pouty Joshua. You would ask him what’s wrong, and why he didn’t make an effort to get along with your best friend. And even if Joshua had been planning to confess for some time, trying to think about the most romantic way to do it, seeing another guy looking at you with the same lovestruck gaze he stared at you with was his last straw. He would tell you all about his feelings on the spot and pray inside that will not reject him.

MOON JUNHUI

He really holds his heart on his sleeve, so it’s not difficult to notice whether he’s happy or angry. Thus when you presented your long distance best friend that you hadn’t seen in a long time to him and his members, you could see how annoyed he was by the other guy's presence. You had every right to be all over someone you hadn’t seen in over a year, yes, but Jun felt a little bad anyway. You two had grown closer and closer, and he really thought that you had something special going on, that it was starting to be a little more than a casual friendship on your side too. But when he was seeing how you were acting around your best friend, he was not so sure anymore that you could maybe reciprocate his feelings. You were never so touchy with him, never so affectionate, never so flirty or straightforward. You would obviously notice how bothered and mostly sad Jun seemed to be the entire night but he kept saying that everything was okay, and he would end up leaving earlier because he could not stand the sight anymore. He would doubt a little but in the end, his friends will convince him to confess before it’s too late.

KWON SOONYOUNG

He would think that he’s sleek, but frankly, even you could see that he was jealous of the bond between you and your best friend. You would often bring him with you for your friendly gathering because you didn’t want him to spend his weekends alone and he was getting along well with everyone. Everyone except Soonyoung who couldn’t seem to appreciate him. In all honesty, your best friend was a cool guy, but Soonyoung didn’t want to befriend the guy who could probably steal his crush if he tried. This would get to the point that you would get in a fight with him about it, clearly not pleased that he didn’t make any effort to try and talk with your best friend. Your argument would be really bad, and you would both ignore each other for a week or two, too proud to admit that both of you had some parts to take in the fight. Soonyoung will eventually come back to you, practically begging on his knees to let him back in your life and accidentally confessing along the way of his monologue.

JEON WONWOO

Wonwoo is not one to get jealous easily, especially since you’re only his crush and not his partner, he has nothing to say in who you’re talking to and how you act with these same people. So to be honest, he’s not really jealous of the relationship you have with your best friend, but more of the way this guy is able to openly express his interest in you, always finding a way to compliment you and flirt with you without it making you uncomfortable. Which is precisely what Wonwoo is struggling to do, not knowing if saying that he finds you incredibly pretty in this or that outfit is off limits for “just friends”. Is it different because your bestie has no real attraction towards you and Wonwoo is genuinely trying to show you that he could treat you right ? Probably. But still, he’ll stay more quiet everytime your best friend is with you. You would assume that’s because he doesn’t feel too comfortable with people he doesn’t know much the first few times, and Wonwoo would take care that you don’t discover the real reason while taking mental notes of how to try and show you that he wants more as subtly as possible.

LEE JIHOON

Since he’s always trying to remember the most insignificant details about you and what you like, he would take pride in knowing things that your best friend doesn’t. He would never say it out loud obviously, but still, the discreet smirk on his face would give it away. When you go out at a coffee shop, your best friend always has to ask you what you want when Jihoon simply brings you your usual because he got your order memorized. While your best friend always has to ask you what you want or need for your birthday, Jihoon always knows exactly what to gift you and he never misses. But every time you told him about the things you did alone with the guy, or what you had planned with him for the weekends, he felt a little jealous. At this point, he thinks you’re either not interested in him or that you’re just very dense and oblivious to all the subtle things he does to show his interest in you. You have so much partner privileges and he’s not even your boyfriend. Yet. Because it would take him only a few more times of your best friend missing on what you really like to rush and finish the song he wanted to confess to you with.

LEE SEOKMIN

He doesn’t hide his jealousy well at all, everyone who knows him a little bit is able to tell that he doesn’t like your best friend. He thinks that the guy is not handsome, not interesting and not even funny. Well, not as much as him at least. That is a lie because deep down, he can’t help but wonder if you really like this guy more than him. So Seokmin will try to take as much space as possible, talking louder and making a lot more jokes than usual so that your attention would be on him and not on your best friend. He’s always a little extra on a daily basis, but when your best friend is here too, he’s even more outgoing, to the point he becomes a little annoying. But the only way he has to be more interesting than your best friend is by doing all this, or so he thought. When you told him that it was in fact a little disrespectful for the other guy and that you didn’t understand why he could not try to befriend him when he was usually the sweetest, Seokmin felt like an idiot and apologized immediately, cheeks burning and trying to come up with an excuse. His crush is as well hidden as his jealousy (that is to say, not at all), so you’re only waiting for him to finally confess.

KIM MINGYU

Another one who’s painfully obvious but he wouldn’t make a big deal of it in front of you, simply pouting and getting a lot quieter than he usually is. He will get so sulky, everytime he finds you laughing more at your best friend's jokes than at his. But he finds you so cute that he can’t stay mad at you for too long and he ends up liking the other guy because he’s obviously not mean nor annoying, Mingyu just can’t bear the thought of him snatching your attention away. And if he would of course never say a word about it to you directly, he will definitely complain about your best friend to some of his members, going on and on about why he can’t make up the fact that you like this guy more than him and that he can’t stand to hear you two joke around about things he doesn’t know about. Mingyu’s members would end up telling you to please do something about the situation because they can’t spend another two hours listening to why you should go out with him and not your best friend. He would be so shy when you address the issue with him, trying to deny it despite his red cheeks. But it’s okay because he’s very cute.

XU MINGHAO

He's pretty level-headed so it's not easy to get him to feel jealousy. And if it ever happens, Minghao knows that this emotion is not rational because firstly, you told him time and time how much you loved your relationship with your best friend and didn't want it to change, and secondly, you were not his partner - yet - so he had no right to be jealous. Of course, he doesn't doubt your intentions and what you told him, but he can't help but be suspicious about how your best friend perceives you. Because the guy looks at you the same way Minghao does : with fondness, like you were his entire world. And that was the whole problem. Because Minghao had tried to give you some hints here and there for a few months, just to test the water and you seemed not to have pushed him away so he was happy. But seeing the way you did the same thing with your bestie when you had explicitly told him you didn't have any feelings for him got him worried. Maybe you didn't really like him in the end, maybe you were just trying to be kind and not hurt him ? So rather than being jealous, he would be anxious. It's probably what would give him the little push he needed to finally confess to you.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

I think he would try - and notice how I insist on try - to stay calm and collected because from an outside point of view, there is nothing wrong going on. But from his point of view, your best friend is clearly being too touchy and Seungkwan feels jealous even if he denies it. Because the nasty looks he gives your best friend everytime he hangs out with you kinda gives it away. He’s so obvious but won’t say a word about the real reason. Seungkwan will instead pretend it’s because he doesn’t get along with your best friend and dislikes him. He can’t stop himself from making snarky remarks, or mocking him under the guise of it being a joke. And he would have continued like that if you hadn’t told him one time that you were kinda sad that he didn’t like one of the most important people in your life. Seungkwan would feel bad and make an effort to at least tolerate the guy and be a little less mean but the side eyes everytime he did or said something he found embarrassing didn’t go away. He would certainly not be able to put up with this situation for long, and after another time of him not being nice to your best friend, you would have a silly fight during which he will confess. And magically, he was all gentle and friendly to your bestie after you became his partner.

CHWE HANSOL

Hansol and you immediately clicked when you were introduced to each other, never going through the awkward stage of a friendship. So when you told him how, on the contrary, you stayed pretty long in this uncomfortable situation with your best friend before getting very close to each other, he felt kind of superior to the other guy, like his bond with you was much more real and valid. Hansol didn’t really know where all these feelings were coming from, nor why he felt so upset seeing you hug and be touchy with someone that was not him. Not that both of you were particularly physically affectionate, but you often had a hand on his arm when you talked, or you placed your head on his shoulder when you were watching a movie, or you held on to him or his jacket to not get lost when walking through crowded spaces. And Hansol thought that these moments were special, that he was special in a sense. This wouldn’t really be jealousy, but much more disappointment because he would think he read the signs wrong and start to cancel plans if he knows your best friend will be here. He would however decide to confess or at least do something to sort this problem when you told him that you were sad he was distancing himself from you.

LEE CHAN

Even if his crush on you is pretty obvious, his jealousy would not be so visible. Chan would choose to befriend your bestie instead because you know what they say : keep your friends close and your enemies even closer. So he’ll play the kind and fun guy around him, just to see how your best friend acts with you. And he’s clearly not having it, not loving at all the fact that he always touches you and tries to get closer to you. Sometimes, it even seems like you don’t even want him to touch you and swat his hands away but he always comes back pretending it’s a joke, playfully fighting. But Chan doesn’t need to be an expert in relationships to understand that this is clearly not okay, and he can’t help thinking that he would never do that to you, that he will always respect your consent. He’s also pretty sure that you have a thing for him too so he’s not going to put up with the situation for too long. Until then, he’ll subtly make comments or do things to make you understand his intentions more and to signal to your best friend that he’s not going to take you away from him anymore.

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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 4 months

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Hello! I'm so happy I found your blog! I like your story, the way you write it! And it’s so easy for me to imagine my OC with your story, because our OCs are a little similar, only my character is something like a god/demon of death, a little more cold and his pets are snakes))

Sooooo... Sorry for taking a lot of time with my character 😅 the request for headcanons is haulian x reader and how will Xie Lian and Hua Cheng react if the reader feels like the third wheel in their trio and become a little bit distant because want to give them some space? (I have the idea in my head that the reader is basically like your OC, i like him soooooo much)

Sorry if it's not clear, English is not my native language. And if you don't like the idea, just ignore it))

Closing The Distance

Hua Cheng x M!Reader x Xie Liam

I'm so happy you like my writing and I love to hear about your OC so don't worry. I'm happy our OC's are so similar 🥰🖤

I like writing stories with my headcanons soooo bare with me, bear with me???

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You've been distant. Well you've never reached out to people before this either, but you're more distant than usual.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng noticed immediately.

How you start declining things, how you just sit to the side, you don't talk much, You let them sleep alone, eat dinner alone.

You stop being near them. The kisses you give dwindle down to nothing and the words "I love you" have been reserved.

They haven't a clue why. Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have tried to think of every reasonable possibility but don't know why

Why would you want to be alone when it's supposed to be the three of you together?

It gets to the point where they have to visit you instead of the other way around. Paradise Manor, and Puqi shrine is all of your homes but you don't show up to either one anymore.

You're hiding away at your own place and they just don't know what to do

It really breaks Xie Lian's heart because you've been by his side all these years why do you want to leave now?

Hua Cheng is equally devastated. He would do anything for you and Xie Lian but you're pulling away.

The two can only think that maybe you just don't love them anymore, maybe you're tired of them?

You would never do that though

Xie Lian doesn't like it and neither does Hua Cheng. They intend to get to the bottom of it because they love you.

They would try to give you space but when it seems to only make it worse they don't stop bothering you

That's what it seems like you need, to be bothered.

Xie Lian keeps asking, and caring for you

Hua Cheng gets insecure. He knows he's good that Xie Lian loves him but do you? You aren't disgusted by him are you? Contrary to popular belief ghost kings get insecure too

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You are pathetic, at least you feel like you are. Hiding away like a bug under a rock. You don't know when it started and you couldn't control it when it got out of hand. It's nothing against Xie Lian and Hua Cheng, you love them dearly. But the problem you have feels like a problem you can't even bring up. You don't want to hurt them.

Would you hurt them more by bringing it up or staying hidden?

So you've been... Lying here. Bed rotting. If you can even call it that. You're actually just lying under a rock. Very literally. You're hanging out in a small cave. It's nothing you aren't used to you used to do it with Xie Lian all the time.

You could've gone to the heavens and hidden up there but you don't have friends. You have Feng Xin, and Mu Qing but you know they would snitch on you if it came to Xie Lian. So here you are under a rock. Overthinking.

You always overthink, it's why you left in the first place. You also felt selfish. It's hard to see Xie Lian and Hua Cheng together. You love them both, honest! But what do they even need you for? They look perfect without you, like they were made to just have each other. You felt like you were getting in the way, or like a third wheel.

You know they love you too but... It feels so difficult to be included. When Hua Cheng first showed up he immediately was able to take Xie Lian's side and help him with missions. Which was fine you guys needed the extra help anyways but then you learned their pasts. They're just so intertwined with each other

Hua Cheng built temples for Xie Lian, released 3,000 lanterns, built statues, fought in war, challenged 33 gods, cut out his eye, and died 3 times for him, and broke his shackles! What could you possibly add to the relationship. No one could care for Xie Lian better than Hua Cheng.

Xie Lian saved Hua Cheng when he was a child, and stayed with Wu Ming. Gave him a coral pearl, and red string. What have you done?

All the heavens talk about is Xie Lian and Hua Cheng. The ghost realm is the same. You were never a prominent figure so people forget you're even there. They don't even know you're their lover too.

So yes it's hard, and maybe it's selfish that you want to feel more included when they already spoil you when anything you could ask for. Which is why you're hiding in a small, dumb cave. You eventually fall asleep to the pitter, patter of rain.

When you wake up you aren't under a rock anymore. You're in bed. In red sheets, in a red room, red, red, red. You're at paradise manor. You wouldn't mind that if you weren't actively avoiding your lovers. You sit straight up in bed and before you can tumble out Xie Lian is at your bedside. He's frowning and has this worried look in his eyes that makes you feel guilty.

"Where have you been, y/n?" You look away and shrug. "In the cave you found me in" your lips wobble a little. You don't know what to say. What excuse could you use this time? You pick at a loose piece of thread on the blanket and notice that Hua Cheng isn't in the room with you two. ". . . Where's San Lang?"

"A-Lang" Xie Lian interrupts you and his hand finds yours "You've always called him A-Lang"

You want to crinkle under his piercing gaze. "Where's A-Lang?" You whisper glancing back at the blanket.

"Standing outside the room. Baobei why have you been avoiding us?" Xie Lian turns your gaze back to him.

"I-I just was dealing with my own issues" Your hands fist in the blankets and your eyes get watery just thinking about how selfish you've been.

Xie Lian's hand caresses your cheek, "Our issues. We can help you if you tell us."

You bite your lips and bring your hand up trying to wipe your tears before they get the chance to stream down your face. "It's selfish" you spit, venom covers your tongue. "It was a pathetic reason, really. I just was overthinking and I felt like. . . A third wheel. It's not a big deal though" You glare at the blanket. Your anger of course isn't directed at them but at yourself. Xie Lian knows this too.

"A third wheel, how come?" He runs his fingers through your hair. Him and Hua Cheng have tried everything to include you so how could one feel left out?

"It's my own fault, I just don't feel like I have anything to add. I've nothing to offer. I've done nothing compared to you two" You're completely useless like always.

Xie Lian's questioning is interrupted when the door slams open. You both jump when Hua Cheng storms in and grabs a hold of your face. He would never hurt you, you all know this. "Nothing to offer? Just who are you talking about right now?" He frowns at you with furrowed brows. "I don't think we're seeing the same person." He doesn't let you divert your gaze keeping you there.

Hua Cheng knows what you're feeling, your insecurities stemming all from feeling useless. He knows how it is. "You have everything to offer and even if you didn't we would love you anyways. You don't have to add anything y/n, you can just be" he frowns and sits on the bed.

"I think you're going blind in your other eye. I really don't have anything" you blink away tears. "This one offers so much and he doesn't even know, he's done so much for the two of us and doesn't remember. Right gege?" Hua Cheng looks at his other husband for approval and Xie Lian nods.

"This one is a heavenly official. You have to work hard to become a god in the upper court" Xie Lian adds. You scoff though. "That's not what I'm talking about, I-I haven't done anything for the two of you"

Hua Cheng wants to shake you in a jar. "You have though!" Now he's yelling and Hua Cheng doesn't yell only when it comes to the two of you. "Who's rayed by Xie Lian all these years protecting him when I was lost? You did! Who took care of Hong er when Gege's other servants wouldn't dare touch him? You did. Who gave a mongrel child their family heirloom because he had sympathy and was kind? You did!" Hua Cheng holds your face in his hands still.

"You work so hard, and have gone through so much just like the rest of us and yet you still worry about others still!"

"every night this one takes care of us and helps Gege make dinner. Every day this one protects us, every day this one thinks of us and gives his best for us!"

Hua Cheng gives endless reasons small to large. You're crying in his hands and Hua Cheng wipes them away for you.

"No one is allowed to insult my lovers, even if they're doing it themselves" Hua Cheng finishes and kisses your forehead. Xie Lian is smiling and he kisses your forehead too.

"Don't run from us anymore, you can tell us what you're thinking anytime. Me and San Lang have no problem giving you the reassurance you need" he hums and joins you two in bed. All three of you cuddle for the rest of the night and the two practically suffocate you, not allowing you to leave bed. But you love them and would gladly lie here tangled in their limbs.

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I hope y'all like it! Also ignore my grammar mistakes guys I always have some. 🖤

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v3nusxsky · 9 months

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so i saw you have no Nat request but was wondering if could do wanda and Nat x freader smut with these prompts

48.“Watch your mouth...”

19. “I swear to god I’ll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can’t walk…”

60“You broke the rules…”

with dom Nat and wanda bratty reader

maybe they’re all out at like a bar for a celebration of some sorts and R feels like little left out because Nat and Wanda are talking to each other and barely including her in the conversation so she decides have a little attitude with them . this just gets r less in the conversation so she gets up and sits next to some other girl and fake flirts with her this catches Nats eye . which leads them to take R home and give her reminder of the rules ;)

(aka punishment)

if not Wanda and Nat then just Nat would be fine

if you do this and do the both can Nat be the slightly like harsher one and Wanda not like a completely soft dom but is not as harsh as Nat can be

hope have a lovely day

i love your writing especially “needy puppy”

Bratty Baby 18+

*Authors note~I took a lot of creative liberties here with this one so I hope that's okay and that you'll enjoy it*

Trigger warnings~ dp dom Wandanat sun brat r g!p Nat enchanter strap on wanda harsh dom Nat slight soft dom Wanda, overstimulation kink teasing dildos Voyeurism punishment Dacryphilia size kink voice kink oral fixation mommy and daddy kink smut smut smutttt

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Tony was always throwing parties after every successful mission, you never knew why. Perhaps he wanted to flash the cash and his success but you liked to think his love language is showering you all with gifts and parties to celebrate achievements the team made. You love dressing up for your girlfriends, allowing them to take in your outfits always led to a fun night. The team knew of your relationship dynamics, but had never once questioned either of your girlfriends, probably because they could kick the rest of the teams ass without even braking a sweat.

Normally you'd be hanging off one of their arms all night, but tonight they seemed to be immersed in one another's company. It was like you were third wheeling in your own relationship and for the first time you felt jealousy towards them both. They very rarely included you in their conversations, you didn't know much about it. You tried to show them your hurt at their ignorance but they seemed unfazed by your clear upset. That's when your plan formed. If they wouldn't give you attention then you'd go find someone who will.

Truly you didn't know how it happened but it did, you were leant up against the bar nursing a drink while carol tried to poorly flirt with you, asking about a scar you'd gotten a year ago. You weren't interested at all, very in love with your girlfriends but you could practically feel Natasha glaring in your direction so you fed into it. Fake flirting with Carol seemed to grab the attention of both women so you weren't surprised when both of them came to you. Natasha behind you sneaking a hand to your head while Wanda stood between you and Carol. A little whimper escaped you at the tug to your hair. "Dekta, why don't you let Carol go enjoy her night you are done" she murmured to you eyeing Carol dangerously causing her to flee.

"Draga, you know better than to whore yourself out" Wanda purred causing you to retaliate, "I bet Carol would fuck me right!" The mumble caught by both women causing Nat to rage on and Wanda to worry. "Nat, you're hurting me" you whimpered as she dragged you back to your room with Wanda on your tails. "Nat honey, maybe you should calm down" Wanda tried as you were thrown into the bedroom. The two women began to converse, little did you know Wanda was trying to make Nats temper deflate a little for you. "You don't fucking want me know" you all but screamed at them.

"Watch your mouth you whore" Nat seethed stalking towards you like a animal hunting prey. "ljubezen" the softer one of your girlfriends warned, she meant business but was no where near as angry as Natasha. Natasha held your throat and slammed you into the wall, her lips roughly fighting with yours now. Wanda taking the free time to strip from her clothing while Nat marked up your exposed neck. "I swear to god I'll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can't walk." She growled before dragging you to the bed where Wanda laid spread and playing with her puffy cunt. "Go and eat mommy out, prove you can be a good slut for us."

Crawling onto the bed you immediately tried to kiss Wanda's soft thighs but Tasha forced your head into her cunt, "eat" she growled. Immediately, you began to give kitten licks to her soaking cunt, her clit being spoilt with attention before plunging your tongue into her tight little hole. "Oh fuck, baby yes there yes good girl" Wanda mewled causing Natasha to lean over to slap Wanda face, "she's nothing more than a worthless whore Wanda, do not make me punish you too." Tears sprang in wandas eyes, "oh dekta you look so pretty when you cry, daddy doesn't mean to take her anger out on you. This slut is the one who should get it. Don't you agree?" A yes was squealed as you managed to throw the witch over the edge and fuck her through it.

Natasha once again tugged you up by your hair to spin you around and thrust her hard veiny cock into your tight throat. "Make this wet for daddy slut" was all she offered before thrusting into you. Wanda took the time to calm her body and strap up and enjoy the show. "Natty" Wanda whined when she was ready, "let me have a turn." That was how you found yourself sucking Wandas strap happily while Nat edged you with your aching clit.

Once both women had enough you were immediately positioned on all fours, Natasha lining her self up with your hips to hold them steady. Wanda teasing your folds with the head of the strap, "oh yes baby so wet for mommy"she purred before thrusting in. "Mommy no big too big" you whimpered causing Natasha to smack your ass in warning, "you'll take it, mommy wants to stretch out your fuck hole to make sure you can take daddy's cock." Natasha helped you fuck yourself onto Wandas dick as she stretched out your walls. "Oh god mommy! Daddy! Wanna cum" you mewled.

"Cum my whore" Wanda purred happily as she was approaching her edge too. A rough thrust had you both tumbling over that edge together. "Mine" the red headed Russian growled practically ripping you off Wands dick and thrusting into you from behind. The sheer size of her dick stretching you more than Wanda had. "Mommy it hurts make her stop" you cried hoping she'd take pity on you. "You broke the rules baby" Wanda reminded before completely ignoring the pleas and cries for her to help you.

Nat is a passionate lover but her temper flared often making it hard for her to know when to stop. "Wands look the pretty slut is crying. Look at how beautiful she looks taking me Wanda" Nat panted with every rough thrust, "the more you cry dolly the more I want to ruin you." You'd lost count how many times you came around her cock, the pleasure and pain dizzying. "Stop stop please daddy I can't" you whined, only to be shut up by Wanda popping her breast into your mouth, "shhh baby here suck on mommy."

Natasha happily filled you to the brim as you screamed around Wandas nipple. When she finally slipped from your now gaping hole you could see the mixture of both your cum seeping from your own hole onto the bed. Trying to catch your breath you noticed Wanda slipping underneath your body and Nat repositioning her already hard cock. You weren't even sure how two cocks could fit into your small cunt but these two lovers were determined to make them fit. "Oh look at the cock slut wands, taking both our dicks into your needy cunt"

Natasha shoved two fingers into your mouth as they both pounded into you, it was awkward at first but they soon found a rhythm to overstimulate your poor puffy cunt. Tears streaming like a raging river, you continued to moan and whine as you came around their dicks again and agains. Your orgasm causing you to clamp around them like a vice. Making them cum became the ultimate goal, and when you achieved that you tapped out immediately, the pain now outweighing the pleasure.

Both women flipped like a switch into caring and loving, making sure you were cared for and loved, cleaning up and cuddling with your exhausted body while they whispered words of praise and love until you all drifted off to sleep.

Word count~ 1552

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #wandanat x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda marvel #wandanat x reader smut #wanda maximoff #wanda x you #wandanat x y/n #mommy wanda #natasha marvel #natasha x you #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanov #nat x you #natahsa romanoff

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kix-mm · 9 months

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Whatever happens... A, B, and C

"Hey C? Buddy? How're you doing in there? Are you ready to come out yet?"

Their question was met with a cold silence, but B could do nothing about the unpleasant response. It was meant to still be a secret between B and A, with the idea being that once they had reached their third month's anniversary of their relationship that they would tell C. But the surprise came a little too early.

A bent down. "Have they still not come out yet? It's been an hour..." They spoke in a soft and hopeless tone, which was conflicting with their usual upbeat personality.

"No..." B replies while eying the bathroom door. "I just hope they'll be okay... what if they don't like us anymore after this? I don't want to lose them. This is exactly what we were trying to prevent..." he says while silently acknowledging the irony of this whole situation.

B knocks on the little door again. "C? Please come out...". "N-no!..." came a soft squeak, which very briefly settled B and A's worry that their partner had somehow managed to escape through the window. They knew it would actually be impossible for C, but the fear was still there, C had a tendency to accomplish the impossible, such as dating two people who were secretly giants.

The two shared a look of grief, and A could see how B's mind was tumbling: "What if they break up with us? W-what if they leave us?" B asked with a choked voice. "Then we let them... it's not right to hold someone hostage. That would definitely make us monsters. C is already so overwhelmed..." A spoke with pain in their heart. At first, A wanted to pry the door open and get ahold of C, but now that they've thought things through it would most likely never go well.

"I miss them..." B hugged themselves tighter. "I miss them so much, and they're right here. They're so close, and we're losing them A... what do we do..?" A sighs "I don't know..."

Hours continued to fly by till the early morning, around 4. C finally decided to have a peek outside the bathroom to investigate the silence. They almost yelped when he saw how close the two were to the door, A was snuggled up to B, they both looked exhausted. To C, this was a relief. This was their chance to get the hell out of here... C grabbed their keys and bag off the counter and quietly made their way to the door. They took their time to observe their home for a final time and made some connections, such as why the ceiling was so high and why the two always had a glimmer in their eyes whenever they saw each other... C always thought it was because they were in love, which may have been the case, but also because the two shared a deep secret with one another... one that they never deemed necessary to tell C despite being their partner. Maybe C's insecure thoughts were right about them being nothing more than a third wheel.

Suddenly, he noticed B's eyes flicker open. In a panic, C rushes to the door, his steps waking the both of them. He pulled on the door and... nothing. It didn't budge, he tried again, then he tried pushing, nothing. Finally, he looked up from the handle and saw A's hand pressed against the top. Fear struck his already broken heart as he felt it sink to his stomach. He spun back towards the bathroom to see that his safe haven had been blocked off by B.

C looked up at the two with frantic eyes, unable to get his legs to move. He had no real other pace to hide as their layout was rather open. B gently reached to make contact with C, but C jolted away as if B's fingers were knives. "D-Don't touch me!" C hated how the fear rang in his voice, how he stammered in front of them. C never was one to speak up for himself. He was the timid and soft-spoken one of the three.

B and A kept their distance, looking down at C with pleading eyes, please C please don't go. Let us explain, let us hold you, show you that we would never hurt you.

But their silent pleading fell on deaf ears. C stared at the two with blurry eyes, tears obscuring his vision. "Let me go." he rests his hand on the handle, looking at A. Please let me get out of here.

A & B share a look before returning their eyes to C. "Let us first explain ourselves... please Cc?" B pleaded with an all too familiar nickname that made C feel uneasy hearing at the moment.

C's legs were ready to make a run for it as soon as either one made an attempt to grab him again, he was particularly eying B for that distinct twitch they'd show when they lost their patience. This would be C's only chance to speak their mind before something were to happen to them. "I... no, I've heard enough, I've... I've seen enough. I don't know why you'd keep such a big secret from me for so long! I'm not a stranger. We've known each other for years! And not once was I ever considered your equal! I-I'm just that easy to get forget about, aren't I? The small third party! Quick and easy to get rid of!" C's breathing quickened, and his blood boiled, yet he still kept his voice lowered. Regret began to almost instantly set in after he was done talking back at the two in such a tone, he swore that the two were now staring right through him. How dare he speak to them that way, how dare he try to question their decisions when he was so disposable to them?

Instead, A let out a very pitiful sniffle, a gate of tears rolled down their cheeks. "We're sorry, we're so, so sorry... we really messed up this whole plan." they say while trying to wipe all those messy tears off. Wanting nothing more than to be given a second chance to try and be better at how they handled the situation. They wanted to explain how scared they were of C's reaction and how they knew he would be scared if they had revealed this secret any sooner.

B held A's hand before looking at C. "C... no, no C, you're not! Don't say that! Please get that out of your head it was never meant to get so out of hand. We swear we would have told you a-and it was supposed to be a whole setup and everything!" Slowly B moved their hand closer to C. C hadn't even noticed B's hand. they were too occupied by their heart ringing in their ears and the sight of A sobbing in B's arms. Even B looked completely heartbroken.

When C suddenly felt B's hand wrap around his waist and legs, he began to frantically squirm, watching and attempting to push away any enclosing fingers that hugged his body. "n-no stop! Stop!!" C yelped. "I-it's okay! It's okay, I won't drop you, I promise you C..." B spoke with a gentle yet strained voice, trying to hide the pump in his throat as he felt his panicked lover squirm and scratch. Wincing a little as he felt warm tears drip down his fingers.

A quickly wiped his tears and let B open their hand. The two had talked for hours about what it would be like to hold C in their hands, how they wanted C to take naps, demand being held, how soft he would feel... this would probably not be the case anymore... "Cc..." A spoke softly. B looked at C. "I'm sorry I... I just wanted to be near you. Please don't be scared, A and I... we were trying to prevent this reaction, but it just happened. A-and now everything seems forced and-and the timing is terrible and we're scared we're going to lose you! We don't want to lose you C. Please, please believe us, we promise there's nothing else to hide from you, we will tell you everything... let us prove it to you... we will do anything to make up for this mess."

C was a shivering mess. They looked at both lovers like they were predators despite the duo's best attempts to calm him, giving gentle rubs and holding him against their chest. Talking to him with a soft and sweet voice that tried to reassure him that he was safe and that they would never hurt him while also repeatedly apologizing. This continued till the sun rose, and C finally passed out on B's chest.

The two laid him in bed, their poor C was exhausted, their cheeks stained with tear marks and their eyes were puffy, their body never stopped shivering and every now and then they'd jolt and mumble incoherently. The two looked at each other with equally stained cheeks and puffy eyes. They decided it would be best for them to shrink down to the size C was familiar with. B held C's hand and gently kissed their forehead while A kissed C's cheek and snuggled up to spoon him. The 3 got cuddled up together and fell into a deep sleep... hopefully, when C woke up, they'd be more willing to talk. But they couldn't be certain. All they could really focus on was that C was in their arms, and hopefully, after some time, they'd be able to sleep together without fear.

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qtubbo · 4 months

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Almost everyone assuming the way to “fix” Tubbo not being happy being make him and Fred start dating again, because it’s the simplest solution but just isn’t the solution. Tubbo is not jealous of Fit and Pac’s relationship in comparison to him in Fred, any jealous is of himself being third pick, rather than anything to do with them actually dating. From his and Bagi’s talks with Fred, it becomes pretty obvious that Tubbo is avoiding getting back together with Fred. He knows Fred likes him still, both how she’s acting and from the “boy with the pretty eyes” letter. Bagi’s talk with Fred, made her convinced that they just need to get together since it’s obvious they both still like each other, but it also asserts that Fred is making the active choice to step away for safety reasons.

From Tubbo and Pac’s chat, we can really gather some of his lingering trauma from his relationship with Fred. Fred was in constant danger from the Feds because he was with Tubbo, and Fred liking Tubbo is what got him tortured and almost killed by Quackity. Tubbo projects this unfortunate relationship on to Pac’s with Fit, he puts Pac as himself and Fit as Fred (just due to opening up to Pac instead of Fit nothing more), he explains in rambles about how they’ll be used against each other. That their relationship puts a target on each other’s back, if someone wanted to get at Fit they could use Pac. Pac being so open towards Tubbo, allowing him to get his thoughts out without proclaiming paranoia, helped Tubbo be a lot more honest. Explaining his general anxiety towards being in a romantic relationship, because he’ll be the catalyst to their down fall. Even making it obvious to someone else if it came down to it he’d kill Fred for an egg, by speaking of ultimatums in which it was Pac/Fit or Ramon/Richas.

He makes it pretty obvious he’s put his life on hold for Sunny, by projecting those same choices Tubbo made for Sunny on to Pac. Tubbo isn’t going any of this out of some jealousy to have Fit and Pac’s relationship but rather from fear. To him the choice is simple, even though it’s guilt-ridden, what’s better Pac or Fit dying as a pawn in someone else's game or a break up where they remain friends afterwards. This is a much more deep seated issue than some magical true love kiss can fix, even though both Fred and Tubbo still love each other. Fear is overriding want, and just getting him and Fred back together will make him reject Fred, or be in an intense state of stress.

When it comes down to his relationship with Morning Crew as a whole, he feels like the third wheel and has always felt that way. It’s Fit and Pac and then it’s Tubbo. Tubbo mimics a lot of Pac’s issues about usefulness and feeling like last place within their respective family’s. He’s been open about feeling like Morning Crew will become just a duo, that most of the love is directed towards Fit and Pac rather than himself. Tubbo has never shown any real bitterness from this, but he has showed a deep loneliness, Morning Crew is his safety net, he hasn’t accepted Bagi in yet, and his relationship with Phil has strained since purgatory. So in practicality if he lost Morning Crew, he looses an essential part of being alive, and he needs that for Sunny.

Tubbo is overwhelmingly terrified that Fit and Pac getting together is the beginning of the end, even though Fit and Pac have shown even after dating that he’s always on the back of their minds, that they’ll always care. He convinced himself that they’ll start spending more and more time together, without him, that he won’t even be a sidelong glance. There’s also a fear of death, a forced separation that them being together means their always each other’s weak point, “empathy is weakness”. To show care to another, is to show someone can hurt you with them, that’s something Tubbo has lived with since Fred. He won’t call Morning Crew his family, even though they are because then they’ll be in danger because of him.

It’s this pestering paranoia that’s driving Tubbo, not jealousy, he can not be “fix” as most islanders say by just giving him Fred to love. His loneliness is a choice built on fear, sometimes when Tubbo says he doesn’t want to love again, he means it. They love each other but now is not the time, maybe in the future where he isn’t so isolated.

#qsmp #Qsmp tubbo #qsmp pac #qsmp fit #qsmp bagi #long post #qsmp analysis #frubbo #fitpac #qsmp shipping #Morning crew

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saltofmercury · 1 year

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I sure hope you're taking requests currently if not my deepest apologies and please just ignore this

It's more of a fun idea I had about 141 and König: they have a new teammate who talks very little during the job, but after the missions they like to sit with the team, playing cards? Idk. Anyway König loses a game and swears in German and they answer in German (something like "pass auf was für Wörter du benutzt, es sind kinder anwesend" *points at soap*) and the team looks at them all shocked before they shrug an go "I thought you guys knew I'm German?no? Tja"

Just a few funny team headcanons would be brilliant, thank you! (I just want König to be embarrassed about the reader actually understanding everything he's been mumbling around them lol)

Summary: You speak German to the 141. Ft. Horangi + König

A/N: I just reread this and realized you said headcannons my fuckin bad

“Canasta”

Walking for what felt like miles of pure dirt and sand, the heat stung your bodies.

“It's not the same sun over here.”

Soap walked ahead of you, nagging about the rays, wiping his forehead. Both of you, appalled by the summer heat in this country. The sun beat down on your necks, sweat beads formed from your helmet down the nape of your neck.

Soap and yourself were trailing back to base, relief washing over you both that you had captured (then lost) and the target you were after, but thanks to KorTac was KIA. It would’ve been horrible to continue months of chasing back and forth.

Another mission completed, you could feel the exhaustion pounding down on your body, coming from the months of work your team had handled.

‘Back to reality’ ..you thought in your head. You enjoyed being on a mission. Being on high alert, adrenaline rushing throughout your body. There was more of a need for you. Your teammates had needed you for the mission, reached out, and we’re glad you were there to cover them.

However when it got back to base, it seemed like they didn’t acknowledge you.

It’s not to say your teammates didn’t like you, they respected you but for some reason it became harder to really get to know you because they already had their partners.

Soap had his counterpart Ghost. Gaz had his counterpart — Captain Price, the head of the team.

It just seemed they worked together in pairs and you..you were left as a third wheel. Which you didn’t mind. You enjoyed solitude as much as Ghost did, but to an extent. You did hate being the fly on the wall during gatherings.

This changed with KorTac being contracted into your missions.

You had become good friends with some of the teammates there– König and Horangi

Horangi came in with open arms and plenty of dirty jokes to ease you into friendship. König sometimes spoke to you, but the guy was busy in his own world. He seemed sometimes out of it, constantly following Horangi’s orders needing something to do. You caught him sometimes speaking in German about others. He would look at Horangi and they would smile, then fill you in on their secret joke. As much as they were good of a team together, they never made you feel like the third wheel.

On a mission in Russia, König had let out a couple of remarks about the 141… In German.

“Asshole thinks he’s so scary” König told Horangi when Ghost came on the radio. “Skull faced fuck—” stopping himself when you came on.

“Swear these two flirt over the coms get a fucking channel” telling Horangi again when Soap and Ghost had been on.

Another comment was made about you. You couldn’t really get the full gist of what he said, but something about “keep. safe.” Horangi had jumbled your coms set and told you to keep moving.

Which you admired, because you were a part of their group. They looked out for you.

Until, one night when Horangi was curious as to why you always hung around them.

“Hey uh… how come you’re never with your own team?” Horangi raised his eyebrow slightly. He didn’t mean any harm by it, he was genuinely concerned why these guys didn’t include you.

You felt embarrassed, was this him kicking you out? You searched constantly looking at König and Horangi’s eyes for a decent answer, however there was nothing you could say besides “you guys don’t ignore me like the others.”

König made eye contact with you, then said in German to Horangi “drop it, if they need us as a friend so be it.” You felt so relieved, König at least understood, and you didn’t need to voice the pathetic answer of “everyone’s already paired up.”

Horangi then dropped the subject entirely.

It was a cool night. The chill of the air invited Soap to start a small bonfire.

König and Horangi were on base tonight, bringing out their cards and starting their game of canasta.

Horangi saw Soap and had an idea. He told himself it was fairly innocent. The itch that he needed to scratch.

He turned to König, who opened up more cards to play. Spoke in Korean so that he could only understand.

“Let’s play for money? Against 141.”

König looked at him, spoke back,

“How much do you think we can squeeze out?”

Then remembering how fucking awful it is to reinforce his gambling habits…

“Now we gotta teach them the game too?” He mumbled, fixating on how annoying it would be to teach someone canasta.

Horangi continued, “Come on man, easy money right here we have the advantage.”

Soap had already wandered towards you.

“Nice job out there lad, I appreciated you covering me.”

You were taken aback, the first time he had spoken to you in front of König and Horangi.

You reached out to pat his back,

“Yeah no worries”

God it came out awkward.

“Whaddya playin’ over here?” He asked again, looking over at König opening new decks of cards, Horangi bringing out his notebook, and you adjusting the cooler between you three.

Horangi’s eyes widened, it was almost too easy.

“You wanna learn how to play canasta? It's a really fun game.” His voice turned sultry, luring Soap into the trap.

Both you and König stared at each other, scoffing at how Horangi could not help himself.

“Come, we need one more anyway.” Horangi captured Soap in, wrapped his arm around him. “You can be partners with me, for the practice round.” He brought Soap over to his side and sat him down.

Soap seemed to get the concept of the game. He picked up the game quite easily, after several practice rounds. He got excited.

“Whaddya say we bring in Gaz and Price in on the game?”

You spoke up, “Well we play on teams —“

“Exactly my point. 141 against you three.”

You winced, he had forgotten you were 141 too.

Horangi basically foamed at the mouth.

“Ohhhhh sure. You know what? We can even make the pot bigger, and play for money.”

König spoke again in German,

“Why don’t you show them how hard you are while you’re at it?”

Your eyes widened, Horangi laughed at König. He really couldn’t help it. Even the smallest gambling had the adrenaline racing through his body.

“Sounds good. Let me go get them.” Soap walked off to go pick up his teammates.

Gaz and Price had come back. Soap started to explain the rules of the game, how to stack cards, which cards to avoid, special rules, and of course how to win the pot.

Gaz spoke, “It’s like, gaining points yeah?”

“Precisely,” said Horangi.

Price cracked open a beer and nodded. “I’ve played this before, let's get in on it.”

Horangi rubbed his hair, unable to stop his hands from itching. He smiled at König and you.

König mumbled in German “Fuckin Horangi… dogshit gambler.”

You laughed next to him, nudged him. He looked at you curiously. Did you even know what he was saying?

The game continued for another 2 hours. As predicted, Soap, Gaz, and Price were hooked and started adding money to the pot.

Horangi had beamed. Soap was a bit upset at losing another round, Gaz was trying to make sure he hadn’t missed an opportunity to steal the pot, and Price was quietly taking a peak at people’s cards.

You and König had been trying to help relax Horangi, who looked like he won the lottery.

By the third hour, Soap had deliberately lost at least 300 dollars. Easily being manipulated by Horangi.

“I tell ya…. Somethin’ isn’t right..” He started up.. “You hidin’ cards over there?”

“Oh Scheiße” König muttered. Clearly witnessing firsthand how Horangi was such a cheater.

“The fuck did you say?” Soap said, a little tipsy, angry at losing money.

“pass auf was für Wörter du benutzt, es sind kinder anwesend” (watch what words you use, there are children present) You said, clearly intoxicated and annoyed at Soap for the comment earlier, and being a sore loser now.

It became silent. Everyone stared at you, Horangi laughing uncontrollably.

“I fucking knew it!”

Gaz looked at you, placed a hand on his knee. “All this time you’ve been… bilingual?”

“You speak bloody German?”

Price had put down the beer he was holding.

Maybe it was the liquid courage you had inside you. You could swear it sounded cooler when you responded, oh so casually,

“What you guys didn’t know?” A small burp.

Gaz looked at you, “Fucks sake, you could’ve at least told us something when we were in fuckin’ Germany.”

“Practically translating through König when you’re 141!” Soap shook his head in disbelief.

You had felt the blood flooding your cheeks. You made eye contact with König, who was now not making eye contact with you, but furiously burning a hole into his cards with his sight instead.

“Eine Vorwarnung wäre schön gewesen..” he said quietly. (A heads up would’ve been nice) it seemed toward you, but you weren’t sure.

You continued to play for at least a couple hours, the sun soon peaking ahead, clouds above you turning baby blue.

You helped Horangi pack up, as 141 picked up the many beer bottles you all drank. Horangi impersonating an absolute terrible British accent

“Same time next week lads?”

They all groaned but happily nodded their heads.

Walking silently back to base, König spoke behind you.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

You looked up at him, juggling the decks of multiple cards in your arms.

He took a hold of at least 5 decks in one hand.

“Didn’t tell you what?”

“You understood me, you spoke German.”

“I — uh, don’t know.” And you really didn’t. You just assumed everyone had their native tongue tucked away, and nobody ever asked. Your report had even said you spoke and understood many languages. You guessed it just went over their heads.

He calmly collected the cards from you.

“So even on the mission in Russia?”

You blinked, staring up.

“You understood me then?”

“Yes.”

He walked ahead of you, and stopped at his door.

“And you didn’t think of saying anything back?”

You bit your lip, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t catch it all you know. Just— keep safe.”

“Guess you’ll never know then.” He smiled, winked at you, and entered his room, saying goodnight in German.

You were left there speechless, running toward Horangi’s room.

#könig #ask #könig x reader #konig call of duty #call of duty #konig x reader #könig mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #I guess????

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Yandere harem (Angel, Demon, Reaper) x GN! Reader

Word count: 3.9k

Warning for character death, body horror elements, light gore, angst

Parts 1, 2

Predatory eyes emerge from above, talons chipping paint from the doorframe they stood guard at. Fangs protrude from two pairs of lips; soft growl emitting from the demon’s throat in warning. He crouched to near eye level – exhales hot against your cheek as he spoke.

“I’m getting tired of the mistreatment, Y/n. You may be my master, but even I have my limits.”

Staring into the eyes of the beast, your resolve remains the stronger party. “Not my problem.”

His aggression takes a dial back, but jealous lingers. “Why does he get to go out with you, but I don’t? You like him more than me don’t you.”

“You’re literally a seven feet tall demon.”

“..So?”

You sigh, ready to give up on the day before it had even really started – a common occurrence in your daily life of living with demon summoned by your own accord, and your guardian angel. This arrangement had been going on for what felt like ages; neither wanting to leave your side and making your life a living nightmare in the process. One possessive and desperate for every ounce your attention, and the other over protective – yet the more rational of the two. While you figured out a way to get rid of them both, ground rules had to be set in order keep your sanity.

Alasdair had requested your company on a trip to the nearby shopping center, Baron butting in as third wheel as he always did. The two often competed for your time; neither wanting to let the other spend a single second longer with you alone; Baron being the worse offender in letting his possession show. At this point you were starting to care less since they hardly listened anyway, but the problem came when trying to enforce one of the few rules you had made for him.

Annoyed by his blatant stalking, you gave Baron the condition that he couldn’t leave the house without a mortal form. From the shadows was one of his favorite ways to watch you. Knowing you were the only one that could see him; the rare moment were he missed your eye and just being able to stare. There was no better feeling for him. The presence over your shoulder wasn’t frightening, just annoying when you could feel him basically breathing down your neck.

“We’ve been over this. You can’t creep around in broad daylight even if people can’t see you.”

“Do I have to?.. I’m..shy..” He replies meekly, hoping for a hand at the sympathy card.

“Yes.”

Alasdair flips a page in the magazine nested in his lap, rested on the couch as he waited. “We would even be in the middle of this conversation if you had let me banish him by now.”

You point back at him. “Stay out of this.” He hums in compliance as you address Baron again. “Can you please just change so we can go?”

He thinks for a moment, before finally giving in. In the end, he could never disappoint you. “Fiine. But only because you said please.”

A cloud of black smoke shrouds his body, horns shrinking down into his skin as locks of hair sprout from his scalp. Full lips appear on his face, claws exchanged for sharp fingernails and pink skin for a peachy tone; black lines tattooed around his torso, legs and biceps. He shrinks slightly in size, yet remains broad; extending his arms to show the full length of his transformation.

“Tada!”

Only one thought comes to mind as you look at him.

“Why are you naked?”

After squeezing the six foot six man into a pair of your clothes, you’re finally ready to leave. Alasdair was still on the couch, eyes clued on the TV and booklet tossed aside. He prided himself in being on time and proper for every event; dressing at the crack of dawn and in his finest attire. You check the time on your phone. A few minutes behind what you guess, but nothing too off.

You walk up to him. “Ready to go?”

His eyes idle on the television for a beat, before he snaps to your attention. “Yes, of course. Though, I’m not quite sure if we should be leaving now.”

“What changed your mind?”

His gaze shifts back to the television, yours soon to follow. It was turned to a news station; a sky view of a local bank on screen. Several police cars surrounded the building, smoke billowing from its rear.

“It’s about forty minutes away from the center. I fest that-"

Baron cuts him off. “Who cares. I didn’t transform for nothing, let’s go already.”

The ride over goes relatively smooth. Alasdair sits calmly at your side while Baron stood over you both; intrigued by his surroundings. He had seen buses before, but had yet to actually get on one himself. The rumble of the engine beneath his feet was too exciting for him to sit down. Alasdair had to keep his hand away from the yellow lines above, else the trip would have been longer than mapped out. Or got you kicked off the bus.

The shopping center was a part of an entrance to a bigger mall, smaller stores lining up to the larger picture at the end of the road.

“What exactly are you here for?” You ask out of the blue.

Alasdair flushes. “It is… somewhat embarrassing to say out loud. ”

“You don’t have to then.”

“I-if you must know.. There’s a shop going out of business soon that sells the most adorable angel figurines. Far from accurate, sure, but adore them all the same.”

You knew all too well. You had woken up to a few of the little porcelain demons on your dresser, or having a few spawn around your house every week. You didn’t know where he was getting the money for this addiction, but you didn’t want to ask.

“Some sage and other things to bless the house would be nice as well. Wouldn’t want any pests to keep bothering us.”

“Y/n!” You turn to face the chipper voice behind you, small box in hand. Baron had slipped away to one of the many kiosks around the area. He’s practically bouncing with excitement as he extends his hand to you. “I got something for you!”

“..Where on earth did you get money?”

“Al gave it to me because he said his brain would explode if he heard “stop requested" one more time. I wasn’t gonna complain about that, but I remembered I could use it on you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Try it on already.” He opens the box and takes your wrist with his other hand. He slaps the leather bracelet round your arm, fitting it to the proper length for you as you turn your wrist to look at the front. A golden clock face was stitched into the fabric, a picture of a moth printed beneath the glass. Silver hands count the time with an auditable tick, marking the time as noon – and counting backwards.

“You got me.. a broken watch?”

“What do you mean?” You both look at the clock, charging forward as intended. Confused, you drop your arm to your side.

“Never mind, I guess.”

Alasdair reluctantly ventures off on his own, leaving you stuck with Baron by yourself. Having him anywhere near fragile objects wasn’t the brightest idea, especially when they were soulless cherubs staring deep into his own soulless body. You wander around the mall until Alasdair returns, Baron pointing out everything that piques his interest like a kid in a candy store. It was a bit refreshing to say the least. At least his full focus wasn’t on you.

“Y/n what’s that?”

You were walking along a shaded path when he found his next target of attention. It was a tall, black box; mirror glass planned around the under half and white text scribbled across its border.

“Fortunes untold.”

The most peculiar thing about the item was the figure within. Adorned with a black hood, skeletal fingers gripping the chair it sat upon. Blue led lights flashed from its sockets, shimmering faintly in the midday.

“I think it’s a fortune teller.”

“A what?”

“You give it money and it predicts the future.”

“Sounds like a scam. Let’s do it.” Baron drags you over to the machine, taking his turn first as he deposits a coin into it. A card pops out from a slot beneath, Baron picking it up and reading aloud.

“ “Your aggressions may be your downfall” …. No clue what that makes. Your turn, Y/n.”

It’s not like you had anything better to do. You take the coin Baron holds out to you, walking up to the machine to place it inside. A card slides out even before the coin pasts through the slot, paper browned with age unlike Baron’s. The text is less bold, and more scratchy; five words spelled out that make a lump form in your throat.

“The fates are against you.”

Your hand shakes. Normal stuff like this wouldn’t get to you, but something feels off. You look back up at the fortune teller, head tilted ever so gently your way. Its eyes pierce through your skull; jaw more slack than before.

Leave.

“Y/n?’

Baron grips your shoulder, worry an easier expression to read with full features. “You’re spacing out again. Are you okay?”

“Yea, I’m good.” An idea comes to mind as you hold your head. “Actually, can you get me something to drink? It’s getting kind of hot.”

He lowers his head a bit. “Are you sure it’s okay to leave you alone?”

“I’ll be fine, don't worry.”

“Okay.” He races off to find the nearest drink stand. The air feels lighter once he leaves. Even though it started only seconds ago, it had been forever since you had a moment of peace to yourself. It couldn’t hurt to make it last longer by wandering off, would it? You look over at the fortune teller one last time. Its skin had returned and its eyes were a faded brown.

Looping around the corner, you venture on the outskirts of the center. A full weight had been lifted from your back the longer your isolation lasted. If you knew it wouldn’t send them both into a panic, this would have been a perfect time to do more research on freeing yourself from the chains that were your housemates.

You pull the fortune card from your pocket, reading the words over and over; more carefully each time. Silly as it was, you wondered what real life connection could there be to it. The only thing that came to mind was them; two otherworldly forces under one roof with a love for one being fragile and bound to mortality unlike them. What could possibly be so special about you that made them crave existence by your side so badly.

The paper flies from your hand. The ticking in your ears beings; so faint that you pay no mind as you go after it. The wind carries it across the vacant street, stopping at the edge of an alleyway. Sirens blare as you pick it up, shaky breathes like a whisper from the alley – one growing stronger by the second.

You turn your head, just as he does. A ski mask hangs in his grasp, a panicked gaze trained on you. He whips his other hand in your direction, and suddenly you’re facing down the long arm of a gun. You raise your hands above your head, knowing the best way to ease the situation was to remain calm. It didn’t matter either way. You had already seen his face. The ticking grows louder.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m just taking a walk.”

He speaks through clenched teeth, tears hot at his cheeks. “You’re going to tell them where I am, alright you?”

“I didn’t see anything.”

“You saw my face…” His hands shake. He – he didn’t want to hurt anyone, but the fear of getting caught overturned any sense of righteousness in him. Muttering to himself, he repeats. “It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

You’re speechless. Nearly every scenario running through your mind comes as a blank towards any positive outcome for you – all but two. You know that one of them would save you, but would it be right to finally break in independence at your weakest moment? It would be hypocritical, but why were you pushing them away so hard in the first place?

“I’m so sorry.”

If there was one thing you should know about the man about to kill you, it was that he had no proper training with a gun before this morning. With an unsteady aim and improper resolve; it was nothing more than a stroke of ill fortune – when the bullet pierced straight through your heart.

“Bar-"

It’s almost funny. Between an angel and a demon, the thing to put you out of your misery was the cruelty of humanity.

“Y/n? Where are you?”

Baron huffs in annoyance. He knows he got a little sidetracked, but that didn’t give you the right to run off without him. Refreshment and new gift in hand, he searches the sector for you.

“Y/n? Y/n?”

With no luck with calling out, he decides to use other methods to find you. He sniffs the air. The scent of other humans is crowded, but the faint trail of yours reigns familiar and stronger than all. He follows it, far from the original meeting place and to a place where few inhabit. He catches a glimpse of someone turning the corner in the distance, picking up speed as he gives chase.

“Hey, Y/n wait u-"

A muffled pop rings reverberates off the empty streets.

The smell hits before he sees anything.

One he had bore witness to only once before. The blood of the one that brought him back to the mortal realm.

Something snaps within Baron. Like a rope with too much weight at one end. Something’s fading; dwelling from existence and leaving a hollow ache in his chest. He can feel it. And Alasdair does too.

The distance between you and him is cut in a flash, distance footsteps still ringing into obscurity. His shoes become dyed in the horrible scent of the pool surrounding you. So sweet, and enticing it becomes nauseating. Your eyes were closed, limbs sprawled over the earth where you lay motionless. Baron falls to his knees beside you, the cooling blood soaking into the legs of his pants.

“Y-y/n?...”

He scoops you into his arm. Your skin is clammy, the wound still leaks fresh blood. He tries to stop the bleeding, shaking you softly as tears run on your cheeks.

“Hey, wake up.”

You don’t respond. He shakes you a bit harder.

“Open your eyes. We can get you to AL. He can make you better. Please…”

You remain silent. Baron stands on wobbly legs, holding you tight against his body. He falters, crashing back down to the ground and squeezing you closer. This wasn’t how it should’ve ended. You had more time. You just had to. You needed more time together here. There were so many things he wanted to experience with you – it’s not far. Where were you now? Who would get you in the in? The thought of you at those pearly gates made him shake more. Alasdair can’t have you, not yet. Noone can have you, but him.

“Y/n, don’t leave me.”

You’re so cold. He lets out a wail unlike any creature imaginable.

Drifting.

It feels like you’re lost out to sea, floating whichever way its waves took you. Silky, yet firm; it felt unlike any body of water you had ever been on. It feels relaxing; tranquil – like nothing existed before or after this moment. You open your eyes. Gray sand stretches for miles around you, no seeable end on the horizon.

You hear the sound of running sand. Hourglasses hang in the sky above. Some just at the beginning of a cycle, while others reached their ends. Looking up, you notice something else over you – or someone to be more precise.

A dark hood covered most of their features, chilly blue eyes staring back at you. Their skin clung so slightly to their bones there was hardly any different at all. Shadows wisped around their spidery limbs; six in total and coming from the center of their robe. Wings akin to a butterfly’s stuck from their back; riddled with holes and a pale black.

Unfair. Unfair.

Its voice is soft, yet raspy; carried on the still winds. You struggled to understand.

“Huh?...”

“It is unfair. Such a prosperous life snuffed out so soon, before its time. Unnatural, yet still deserving of a chance.”

“What are you talking about?”

It points to your chest. The wound was still there, but the skin and blood around it had grayed.

“It was not your time. It shouldn’t have been for a long time by mortal standards.”

It raises a hand upwards, plucking an hourglass from the fray. Unlike the others that had simply run out, this one was smashed open.

“You hold the obedience of agents from both heaven and hell in your hands. An abnormal force, in a world that tries to see itself as balanced. By nature's rule, you should not be allowed to continue existing.”

It holds the hourglass closer to you, images reflected on the last through your dead eyes. Blood splattered along the concrete, but it was not yours alone. Some spots were fresher, others were black. You spend so much time on them that you had yet to take note of the writhing body trying to pull itself closer to your corpse; stopped only by a beam of light through its backside.

Baron hisses in pain, but that doesn’t stop him. Clawing, banging, thrashing; in an attempt to grab you. His body was covered in wounds. Lighter nicks from human nails, and whole chunks of flesh torn from the stabs of a blade. He had reverted to normal form, skin caught in both sets of teeth. A foot holds him in place, heavenly light coming from above.

“You need to calm down. Doing this won’t change anything.”

Baron snarls. He doesn’t care. The revenge on his tongue wasn’t enough. None could satisfy, yet he still craved more. The policemen that failed to catch the robber, his companions, every bystander in his way. All would be a sacrifice to his anger. Rage surging; pain still riddled his face as he reached out to you, calling your name weakly.

“You won’t bring them back like this!”

Alasdair; the voice of reason, wavers himself. He refuses to look at your body, to fully accept the fate that has fallen upon you; knowing it would ruin him even worse than it had Baron. Even with the chance of seeing you again, he could stomach seeing you like that. The mortal body was just as beautiful as the soul housed within. His eyes fall upon your corpse momentarily and that’s when Baron is able to break free once more.

You watch in silence, eyes falling to your hands in your lap. You were so tired.

“So.. I’m guessing you’re a reaper?”

The figure nods.

“… Well, what happens now?”

“You return.”

“What?”

“It is… understandable how you have gathered those above you. I have seen your entire life within a single grain of sand.. I cannot let what nature decides be what takes you away. Wondering the sands of time, your glass has been like a gem in the rough.”

A hand scoops a handful of the sands around you, shoveling them back into your hourglass. In another, the reaper holds each shard of broken glass, placing them in order along the frame. It seals together with the placement of the last piece, leaving the rest of the glasses in the sky. The warmth returns to your skin, body full of life and functioning even with your heart blasted to bits. The damaged organ somehow manages to still pump blood.

“There still remains the state of your mortal form. The heart is too damaged to sustain you. I give you mine in its stead.”

It removes your heart as easily as a wart, hands snaking through its own ribcage to pull out a blackened heart. Just as easily, it places the organ into your chest. It feels no different than a normal heart, but you can tell it doesn’t belong. It holds yours in one hand like a prized treasure; fondly gazing over how it drips in its hand.

“I will return it on the eve of your true death. For now it is time for you to go back. We’ll meet again soon.”

And just like that, you return to your body. Your hair is sticky, clothes weighed down by rivers of blood. You slowly sit up, placing your hand over your chest. The hole was completely sealed, heart beating steadily. You slowly stand up, remembering the fight going on while you were dead.

Feathers and gore line the back alley streets, leading you right where the two were. Baron was on his back now, Alasdair kneeling on his chest and sword seconds away from decapitating him. The hatred in his eyes was worse than Baron’s fits by tenfold. He planned the demon for your death. For ruining those peace days you and him spent together, you blissfully unaware of his presence as it should have been. He’d make his death painful. Each time he crawled from hell, Alasdair would be there to cut him down once more.

“Alasdair?… Baron?..”

Both individuals face you. Your voice is like a mirage to a dehydrated man’s delirium. A bit shaken up, you stand before them in perfect health.

“I wish I stayed for that drink. My throat is killing me.”

“Y/n…?” Your name is uttered quietly by both, neither believing you to be alive. Believing isn’t necessary. They can sense it. Every breath you take in. Every movement you make. Even the essence of life flowing through your body.

Alasdair is on you first. This must be some trick. His grip on his weapon tightens. Just a trick by some lower level demon to get him to lower his guard for a chance to strike; but in the end – he does. He tosses his blade aside and wraps you in his arm. He apologizes, for failing you as your guardian. He promises to never let you far from his sight again.

“I love you so much, my little cherub.”

Baron watches from the sideline; the pain in his body numb at the sight of you. He hugs you from the opposite side, laughing in disbelief as he inhales your scent.

“You said my name… You came back.. Don’t leave us ever again.”

You return home with a piggyback from Alasdair. Baron protests and tries to get you away, but eventually gives up; content with watching you rest peacefully on the angel’s back.

You all step inside, all lights on despite the fact nobody should be there. A scrawny body lays over your couch, face pressed into the cushions and in blissful slumber. As if sensing the other presences in the room, they awaken, rubbing sleep from their eyes with a dreamy smile.

“You’ve finally returned.”

Alasdair and Baron share a look.

“Excuse me-"

“Who the fuck are you?”

The new member of your household merely smiles more, showing a cracked watch hooked to their wrist.

“Noone. Just the person that has taken Y/n's heart.”

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hey bsf. you totally don't have to do this but it could kinda be like a part two to the last dally fic. after they all find out darry decides to give their relationship a week trial run and if he doesn't like it or something bad happens they have to break up. i saw this idea somewhere forever ago but i can't find the author😭 thsnks babe!

(A/N: my slow ass had to re-read this twice 😭 but I got you stink!!!🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽)

“Uh-Oh!” Curtis!Fem!reader X Dallas Winston. Part 2

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After the long conversation you had with your brothers about you dating Dally, Darry came up with something.

It made you upset to hear when Darry said “I don’t like this relationship but I’ll give it a chance. For a week. If I don’t like it or see something bad that I don’t like ya doing (Y/N), then you and Dally will have to break up.” You felt tears prick at your eyes. “That ain’t fair! You all be hanging out with greasers and stuff but when I date one, it’s a total headache for you all! That ain’t fair!” You argued with your oldest brother.

“(Y/N), if ya don’t start listenin’, I’ll start restricting you from seeing him from now on till you die.” Darry stated firmly. You gave an annoyed sigh and looked away, upset . “Fine.” You grumbled.

But you started thinking about it. It’s simple! Just bring Dallas over to the house and act all good and stuff, Darry will have no choice but to let you date him!

Easy, right?

Wrong.

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Almost everytime you and Dally went out for one of y’alls midnight adventures, somebody from the gang was always tailing the both of ya! But the most annoying out of them all was Two-Bit.

He wasn’t even discreet or sneaky about it! He just came up and wrapped his arms around both of you whenever it was his time to spy on y’all. (More like third wheel.)

On the fourth day, Dallas did something bad. He shoplifted. A beautiful necklace just for you. You loved it and thought it was the most stunning jewelry ever but you knew Darry would instantly make you break up if he saw it.

So you hid it. In your bra drawer. And it was successful! Darry never found out about it. So Dally kept shoplifting and bring your more beautiful jewelry. And you’d give him the sweetest kiss ever as a thank you to him.

Fortunately, the gang never saw him do this but if they did, they kept quiet about it.

But then on the fifth, almost close to the end of the week, Pony told on you again. You got upset and you kept asking why he would do this to his sweet older sister.

He told you it was because he wanted you to be safe and not get into trouble because you’re his sister and you’re the best thing ever(even though you were mad at him, his reason was cute enough to cool down your anger). He told Soda, who told Darry, who told you to come to the living room, with Dallas.

“Shoplifting jewelry? Then puttin’ it on her? She could go to jail for Christ’s sake Dally! And she’s a good girl.” Darry scolds Dallas.

“Darry, please, he was just tryna show me he’s a good boyfriend! Darry, please, pretty please, let me stay with him! I…I love him!” You pleaded, clasping your hands together in a beggar way.

Darry looked at you then looked away. He knew what you were doing. You we’re using the puppy dog eyes on him. He hated the fact you could get whatever your heart desired. And it desired Dallas.

He sighed, upset as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Y/N…” He began. “Yes!” You perked up, looking up at him. “If I let you continue to date Dallas, do you promise me you won’t get in trouble with the police, you won’t get pregnant, you won’t do anything dangerous that could possibly kill you or somebody else?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes! I promise! Oh, thank you Darry!” You smiled and hugged him tightly. He sighed and smiled, hugging you back and patting your head.

Dallas just grinned at the scene and started to leave before you turned to him. “Wait Dally! I’ll be with ya in a second.” You said, letting go of your brother and putting back your sneakers on.

“Don’t teach her how to do anything illegal Dally!” He yelled out after the both of you.

“Too late Darry!” Dallas laughed and so did you.

That’s when you saw Darry come out of the house with his shoes on. He was coming after the both of you. Well more specifically, Dally.

“Uh-oh!” You and Dallas laughed before running off and away to somewhere.

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I tried my best with this yall🫶🏽

#the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders x yn #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #ponyboycurtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #two bit mathews #robbinkeene

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My Brother’s Keeper

Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N, Sam’s roommate, so far have a pretty good thing going. Both work and function around one another well. What happens when his big brother comes down for the holidays with his mysterious past, mixed with Sam’s own mysterious previous life? Can Y/N and the grumpy older brother find a way to get along? Or will it be a not so happy holidays at the Winchester house?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Sized!Reader x Sam

Word Count: 1782

Prompt: Roommate AU

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Rating: Mature (because of future chapters, this story is 18 + only, and not fit for minor consumption.)

Warnings: Angst, Some bickering

A/N: This is the first Christmas fic I have written in a long time! You guys will get this one real time, and I hope to finish it before New Years! Fingers crossed! Anyways, This fic is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my won! Feedback is golden! My work is 18+ only! No minors! Thanks so much for reading!

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Y/N’s POV:

“You sure about this Sam, it is Christmas after all, what if your brother doesn’t want your roommate tagging along all weekend with you guys?” Y/N questioned for what was probably the third time that day, but the thought of Sam’s older brother coming to stay the weekend with the pair of them had her feeling extremely anxious, and a whole lot like the third wheel of the whole situation.

“Yes Y/N, I’m sure, I promise, everything will be fine. Dean doesn't mind. He knows you live here; he’s not going to expect you to leave your own house, that you pay half the rent on, just because he’s coming to stay for the weekend. It’s really not a problem.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line as she continued to load the dishwasher in front of her. She didn’t quite believe Sam; he had a tendency to downplay things. He was also a Dean Winchester apologist; she knew that for a fact. Not that she’d ever laid eyes on Dean, save an old picture that Sam had kept in his room. Still, some of the stories these two shared growing up! She knew they’d had a complicated childhood, but Dean Winchester was much like his father John in a lot of ways, and John, from what she’d remembered, was not a good person. Add the fact that Dean was a self-proclaimed ‘ladies’ man’, and she just was not looking forward to this weekend at all.

Not that she was so deluded to think that Dean would actually hit on someone like her. She wasn’t exactly a ten. Her thighs seemed to touch together, no matter how much she exercised, and she didn’t have a super flat stomach. She wasn’t dumb enough to think that Dean would even look her way. She’d seen the pictures of Cassie, Lisa, some wanna be Barbie knockoff she couldn’t remember the name of, and a few others of his conquest via Sam’s sleuthing on Facebook and Twitter, Lisa being the latest. She looked nothing like those beautiful women. Dean wouldn’t even look her way. Still, she doubted the handsome Winchester wanted a female version of Java the Hut hanging around all weekend while he came to visit his baby brother, especially considering it was Christmas.

“Trust me Y/N, Dean’s an alright guy. Once you get to know him, you’ll love him. Now, I’ve got to go to work,” Sam announced, suddenly standing from the table and closing his laptop before stuffing it in his bag. “Just try not to stress about it too much, okay Y/N/N? It’s gonna be fine, I promise.”

“Fine,” she agreed reluctantly as she pressed the start button on the dishwasher.

She remained unconvinced, no matter how much Sam assured her that everything would be fine. There would always be this internal battle that the man would be repulsed by her the moment he saw her, like she felt that most men where, save Sam, he’d been her best friend for years now. He didn’t care what she looked like, or that she came from a poorer family. They connected immediately, and quickly became best friends. So, when she lost her apartment due to covid layoffs, Sam had gladly offered her a room in his house. She’d been living there for almost two years now and had never seen his family aside from pictures. She just assumed other than Dean, he didn’t get along with any of them, or they were all dead, she just never asked. It wasn’t any of her business.

Sam had gone back to school later in life to finish his law degree, before she’d met him, and was now working his first year in his own law firm. He never really wanted to talk much about his life before this, or why he’d left Stanford, and what he’d done all those years in between, or how he’d ended up in Detroit for that matter. All he’d ever say when she’d asked what he’d done in his time, life really, off of school, he just said the story wasn’t all that interesting, and blew her off. She knew Dean played a role in it, because he talked about his big brother all the time, and even talked about some of the adventures they’d had on the road, people they’d met, places they’d stayed in, sights they’d seen, but he never would give her more information than that; never would tell her why they were on a road trip together, or what happened in between to ultimately separate them.

Though, she was pretty sure his ex-girlfriend, Eileen, might have had something to do with it. He’d said that ultimately, ‘they had different goals in life,’ and because of that, it just didn’t work out.

The only thing she knew about the oncoming house guest, aside from all the above, was that he was a private detective, and worked closely with law enforcement after doing two years as a working FBI agent. She never told Sam, but she had tried to look him up once, and all she found was an obituary, claiming him to be dead. For some reason, she thought that the FBI part of Dean’s story wasn’t exactly true, but considering his line of work, she thought that it must be a ‘need to know’ kinda thing,’ and she didn’t ask more than that. She had a hard enough time in her current life, she didn’t need to have to go into witness protection program and start all over again.

“Oh, and Y/N, I’m probably gonna be late this evening, the meeting with this client is probably gonna be long, so Dean’s gonna beat me here. Just let him in, he knows how to make himself at home,” Sam called over his shoulder, closing the front door tightly behind him before she had the chance to argue with him about it.

Y/N’s nostrils flared as she glared at the door. He’d known all morning that she’d be alone here when Dean got here, yet he waited until he was leaving to drop that little tidbit of information on her!

She picked up her phone, opening her text app, and sent him a lovely little message about how payback was going to be a bitch, and she wasn’t going to be his brother’s keeper, nor his entertainment, or babysitter for that matter, so he can bring his ass home and do a goddamn zoom meeting for the rest of the week.

It didn’t help the situation at hand any, but it made her momentarily feel better. That is, until she looked around the room at the state of the messy house in front of her.

Running one hand down her face, she assessed the state of things, before deciding it was more important that the man show up to a presentable house, rather than taking the time to go fix herself up for nothing, because messy bun and PJ’s, or full face of makeup and fixed hair with nice clothes, it really didn’t matter, all that effort would have been for naught anyway, it wasn’t like he’d even look twice at her.

Y/N took a deep breath, yelled for Alexa to turn on Metallica on Pandora, and made her way into the kitchen to go and retrieve the broom. There was no putting off the inevitable, but at least cleaning will distract her for a while.

Dean’s POV:

“For fucks sakes Sammy!” Dean barked into the phone he had jammed between his right shoulder and ear as he hurried around his bedroom, shoving clothing into a duffle bag that was once used for hunting, but now he just kept it around for weeks he decided to go see his baby brother, still, as his large hand gripped the faded green material of the strap, the memory was not lost on him. Not at all. “You can’t even take off for one day before your vacation is supposed to start! It’s not like I get a free weekend all the damn time. I’m driving all the way up there to see you, not spend time with your roommate.”

“You will only beat me there by a few hours Dean, she doesn’t bite or anything,” Sam argued, the eye rolled damn near audible in his voice, and Dean growled into the phone with all the righteous indignation he could muster, mostly because he knew the next words that were about to come out of Sam’s mouth. “Besides, it’s not like you haven’t had to spend an hour with a strange girl you didn’t—”

“I’ve told you, that’s not me anymore Sam! I’m damn near 44 years old! I’m old, cranky, probably got a little PTSD, and a fucking control freak. That poor girl doesn’t want to spend her afternoon looking at me of all people!”

“I’ll see you when I get home Dean,” Sam insisted, “and try not to knock up my best friend before I get home. She’s hot, but I have faith you can keep it in your pants for an hour.”

“Fuck you— wait a minute, what do you mean she’s hot?” Dean questioned and Sam laughed as he hung up the phone.

Dean grumbled as he tossed his duffle bag over his shoulder and turned to examine his room for the last time to make sure he had all he needed before whistling at Miracle to follow him.

Sam said she was hot, but honestly, he wouldn't let his dick get in the way of good sense. He’s not the man he used to be, he had scars, big ones, one that poor girl didn’t need to see. Besides, if Sam thought she was hot he wasn’t gonna step in on his girl. Sammy deserved a normal, happy life, and if this girl could do that for him, he was going to behave himself, no matter how hot she was.

“She better-not-be allergic to dogs,” Dean said to Miracle as he approached his Baby sitting in the parking garage as shiny and pretty as the day she’d been driven off of the lot. The only woman that hadn’t done him wrong, and he’d do well to remember it. “‘Cause if she is, I'll pick you over my brother’s roommate. She can just get a fucking hotel or something.”

Miracle sat and stared, tongue hanging out, and completely unenthused.

Dean sighed as he opened the passenger door for his four-legged friend to jump in, “yeah, figured you’d care about as much,” he murmured as he closed the door. “Least you care more than Sam apparently does. It’s almost like he doesn’t want to see me at all.”

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adoresbutlers · 2 years

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SAFETY

requested : “would you possibly be able to write something where y/n and austin!elvis go to a party together and then y/n wakes up in elvis’ bed, only to find that he slept on the floor/couch so that she could have his bed to herself or something along those lines 😭 i’ve been thinking abt it for days” ( @briannaisanxious )

a/n: hello hello!! i was so excited to write this one because it’s such a soft concept so enjoy! this is pure fluff <3 it’s kinda short but i hope i completed it to your liking. gif creds to the beautiful @karamelcoveredolicity 🔆

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Club Handy was the last place that you’d ever expect to be on an energetic Friday night, you really felt like you had no place anyways jumping into such a new scene. But alas, your friend had invited you to join her and a new guy she had been seeing, she promised you someone too but by the time you had reached there, no one else had been in sight. You let out a sigh, you knew you’d end up being the third wheel eventually, as your friend had made you feel like one many times.

The club had been a lot more alive than you had expected. One enormous crowd enveloped around one another, enjoying the classical music as it poured out of angelic lips. That’s when you saw him. A splash of raven black hair, around the front of the stage, moving his hips as if the music had been guiding him. He wore a lace black shirt that hung loosely onto his tanned chest, shoulders covered by a baby blue jacket that hugged his frame, and black dress pants that were just as loose as his shirt. He looked like a dream. A dream you never ever wanted to wake from.

Just as you were about to tear your own eyes away, blue irises met yours in an intense gaze. Before you had known it, you were being pulled towards the crowd by your friend, holding onto her hand for dear life. It wasn’t that dramatic, but as the closer to the mysterious man, your heart quickened. The man your friend had been with seemed to know him well, shoving his shoulder and pointing towards you and your friend who both looked like deers caught in the headlights. Maybe he would be the one your friend would stick you with to go off to do god knows what the new pair could possibly think of. And just as that thought came to mind, your hand had been pulled again, this time much closer to the entity you have been trying your best to avoid.

That night from there on had seemed like a blur, you introduced yourself, learned the man’s name, and within seconds were loosing yourself in the music. You never heard anything like it. You were raised on country songs that treaded on for minutes too long. This was way different and after that night you had been having, you knew your forced music taste would never be the same. You weren’t even going to try to keep your taste the same. Especially if that meant talking to the guy you had just met.

A couple songs later and you couldn’t spot your friend anymore within the crowd, a sigh slipping passed your lips as you downed the rest of the whisky you had reluctantly been sipping on. “Your friend looks like she’s never comin’ back, doll.” Elvis spoke, and you hated how right he had been. You knew where this was going to head, you were going to wake up in a strange bed, only sheets covering your body.

“She always does this. Never caught by her mama.” Your tongue had been filled with jealously, making your words come out a lot bitter than you had expected making Elvis chuckle and shake his head.

“C’mon.” He took your hand in his as he pushed you through the crowd and towards a black car. You were hesitant at first, you knew where this goes but something about the taller man made you feel safe. You couldn’t explain it, maybe that’s why you just got in when he opened the passenger door. You had too much of a headache to care, you just needed a bed.

The car ride had been a complete blur, the roads being lit dimly by the flickering lights that luminaries them. You hadn’t been paying attention to any of your surroundings, you didn’t feel the need to. All you knew was it wasn’t much of a ride until you were helped out by a familiar hand. The house was beautiful, secluded with its own area to feel at peace in. If you were of normal mind you’d be running towards the hills at the simple fact that there hadn’t been a house for about a few miles, but you weren’t. You trusted your life with a stranger just because he looked like a gentleman, you knew you’d end up kicking yourself in the morning.

The next day had arose in just as much as a blur as the night before. You woken up in a queen-sized bed, sitting up with a groggy throat and a spinning head. You weren’t in your dress from last night, instead a oversized black dress shirt that had been buttoned up and practically clinging towards your frame. You tried to move to get off the bed but in turn got met with a grunt as you stepped on the man’s arm.

“Elvis? What are ya doing down there?” You asked, rubbing your temple as yet another headache approached making the man sit up himself. He rubbed his eyes just so he could see you better, meeting your eyes with his crystal blue ones.

“You knocked out last night as soon as we came in. I figured you coulda used the bed more than me, darlin’” His accent was thick and deeper than you had expected it would be in the morning.

You had no idea what had happened the night before but as you played with the buttons to the dress shirt you were wearing, you knew. You knew that you were in the right hands.

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a/n: ah completed my first request i hope it was okay!! a lil shorter than i would’ve liked it to be. if it’s wanted i’ll for sure make a part 2 :) this concept was so fluffy and i loved every second of it

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sanjipotatoes · 5 months

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RIPPED HEARTS

A/N: this idea and concept is @moonnime's :D

also this consists a somewhat love triangle, implied sex,mentions of pregnancy, mentions of murderand mentions of abandonment and it doesn't have such a happy ending so if you don't like any of these just like skip this

pink = doffy

red = rosinante/corazon

blue = law

purple = reader

you were 8 years old when you met the Donquixote brothers.your father was a friend to their father and since you were mainly lonely at home your father took you with him to visit the Donquixote so you can play with the two boys and well you guys did get along but doflamingo loved you the most whenever you played hide and seek he would jump and hug you whenever and wherever he found you but an issue he had was that rosinante was always "in his way" and out of jealousy he did anything to try to impress and take your attention example you would be playing dolls with rosinante and doflamingo would catch your attention by doing something like "hey *reader* look what I can do!! :D" he attempted to do a cartwheel but since he was 8 and lacked balance his short little arms failed him and he fell on his face miserably you then got worried but he insisted he was okay and yet you still clapped and was impressed by him not because the cartwheel was good but because he had confidence and you liked that shortly after rosinante being the simple minded 6 year

old he wanted to try doing a cartwheel you thought it was a bad idea but Doffy let him do it to see him fall and assume that he will see your laughter "okay here we :)" rosinante says before attempting to cartwheel but instead falls down on the hard floor face first and when he sat up he started crying and you see his nose bleeding as doflamingo laughed "Doffy how could you laugh like that he's really hurt!!" you say upset at his rude gesture as you run to help rosinante .a little while after his mother treated his nose and gave him a bandage he came to you with a hibiscus flower he found "look *reader* I found this flower and im gonna give it to you because I love you :D" you accepted the flower and blushed "aww I love you too rosi!!"you said while doflamingo just watched in a huff

17 years have passed and you were 25 you had grown up old with the brothers and you married rosinante and you both would think Doffy would be happy for his brother and move on but no he was jealous he always found a way to try to separate you two and third wheel things you did together like example you would be on a bench sitting with rosinante and doflamingo would just randomly comes and shove rosinante to scoot to sit between you two and put an arm around you and talked while ignoring rosinante. a little while after you met law you treated him such like a son and rosinante noticed and asked if you wanted to have kids together "hey since you are good with kids I was wondering...would you like maybe..try having one of our own don't get me wrong I love law and all but maybe you would be happier with a child of our own" he said to you with a awkward smile and that day you left law with some snacks and toys to play with while you and rosinante went to a room somewhere and told law that if he needed anything just knock on the door five times.outside that room as hes playing with the stuffed polar bear and panda making them fight he hears noises coming from that room and he wondered

what was happening but decided to stay curious(even after years he still doesn't know what the hell happened in that room).then came another three years you were now 28 rosinante and law disappeared they said something about doflamingo but you didn't pay attention and after you realized they left you felt bad for not paying attention but you had hope they would come back so you could apologize and after months of waiting you go outside and in a distant you see a silhouette of a man with a large coat you stand up and assume its rosinante but the closer it got you saw it was doflamingo "Doffy oh whats a surprise :D umm what are you doing here exactly? I thought you would be with roro do you perhaps know where he is at" he opens his mouth "well he's.." he pauses then thinks about what he says next "he left." your eyes shot wide open in shock "what do you mean he left.." doflamingo looks down looking "upset" "he sended me over here to tell you that..he lost interest in you he found someone else and figured that they would make law happier than you would so he left" you froze and looked down as you cried you ran to doflamigo and snuggled in his coat for comfort as you cried your eyes out and while you couldn't see doflamingo couldn't help but grin,he finally won after 18 years of losing he won in the very end

during the years of your heart break doflamingo managed to grab the pieces all together and fix it he took care of you and did nothing but loving things to you so obviously eventually you falled for him and you then start reflecting on the past on how you felt bad for 18 years on how much you underestimated doflamingo I mean he did love you more than rosinante did and you then start believing that it was all a con rosinante never loved you at all and it was always doflamingo he truly was the one that loved you

after 20 years you are now 38 you married doflamingo and Became his queen to lead Dressrosa and the citizen were shocked to find out that YOU were his queen they expected you to be the Harley Quinn to his joker but..you were kind, you cared about your citizens and there was no mischief in you unlike doflamingo which you had no idea about his behavior because well he would play nice whenever you were around so whenever you were art with doflamingo you would always sensed fear in the citizen and always wondered why.after two months you started to feel nauseous and super sick and doflamingo in a panic called the best doctor there could be In Dressrosa to see whats wrong and cure me as fast as possible no matter the consequence and after a few test from the doctor he told you and doflamingo that you were with child and this got you happy

you always dreamed of having a child especially with the one you love but..something felt off despite you feeling excited having a child there was something empty but you decided to brush it off in 4 months you were now 6 months pregnant you grew a belly and doflamingo became more protective of you since he certainly didn't want anything happening to the future leader of Dressrosa and one day when finally agrees to let you out on your own a certain little pirate with a straw hat comes to Dressrosa along with a familiar person which you were in a bench just killing time till you felt a tap on your shoulder you look up and see a man with tattooed hands,earings

and a spotted hat and your eyes widened before he spoke "hello miss *reader*" you rub your eyes in shock thinking your hallucinating "I-i who are you and how do you know me" the man looked a bit sad and then says "miss *reader* its me law I know you don't recognize me from the tats and how much Ive grown but I obviously could recognize you you still look the same as ever even after 10 years I guess the saying "real queens never age" is true after all" you give him a gentle hug which makes him notice your belly "hey your pregnant now,who did you remarry?"he said out of curiosity as you giggled "only the nicest man I've ever known...doffy!! :D" you say out of joy as trafalgars eyes widen out of shock and he backs up and

looks real upset "WHAT!! THAT MONSTER!!"when he said that you got completely offend before he continued "YOU HAD THE AUDACITY TO MARRIED AND EVEN OPEN YOUR LEGS TO THAT COLD BLACK HEARTED-" you slapped law across the face and he holds it out of pain as you yelled "OH AND WOULDN'T YOU KNOW ABOUT MONSTERS AS YOU WERE RAISED BY ONE!" law looked confused "I don't know what you mean *reader*.." you yelled back "DON'T PLAY DUMB OR INNOCENT YOU KNOW HOW YOUR PRECIOUS "CORA-SAN" TOOK YOU AND LEFT ME BEHIND FOR ANOTHER WOMAN SINCE HE WAS TOO MUCH OF A COWARD TO SIMPLY TELL ME HE FELL OUT OF LOVE AND JUST THOUGHT ABANDONING ME WOULD BE THE SOLUTION" Law now understanding your point of view of things

"no miss *reader* your wrong its all wrong he didn't leave he died! your precious beloved husband killed him" you got taken a back and shook your head "no...thats not true" trafalgar looked at you "he died freeing me...so he didn't leave you he loved you so much after we left he would go none stop talking about how much he misses you so who even told you about that lie and how could you ever believe it" you looked down "it was..doffy I believed him because I figured since hes his brother he knew him better than I ever did..." you say ashamed as law nods in understand "well another thing about doflamingo was that his mindset about you is that if he can't have you then nobody else can until he gets you so he lied to you ever since"

you start sniffling and crying as law looks down on you "its not too late you know.." you shake your head "no...it is too late...I can't have my child without their father even if he is doflamingo" law just blinked before you said "I'll try my best to help you with whatever your doing but im sorry I cannot leave him either I hope you understand" law just opens his mouth about to protest but he held it back understanding your situation and walks away as you now know the truth and how you made a decision and now suffering consequence..so your trapped now having to raise a child with doflamingo

alternate ending:you end up committing suicide 1 week after giving birth to the baby you were planning on doing it months before but you figured that if your going down the hole you shouldn't drag the child along with you so you just left the child for doflamingo to raise on his own selfish yes but you didn't know what else to do surely you couldn't give it to law since you didn't wanna put an extra weight of responsibility on his shoulders so that was your only option and as your suicide note just tells doflamingo on how you now know the truth and describing how much you despise him now for taking your TRUE soulmate away from the world and from you and before you shot yourself your last words were "see you soon rosi." and then bang

doflamingo's,the Donquixote Pirates and Dressrosa citizens reaction to when you agreed to be his lover after 18 god forsaken years for him:

once again credit for idea is @moonnime

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cordidy · 3 days

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Hogwarts Legacy character's headcanon : Sebastian Sallow

My little headcanon for our boy, the list might grow as I keep having ideas :D

Growing up / Hogwart days :

He is the younger twin and Anne gave him Hell because of that, always bossing him around and teasing her "baby brother"

He was always very close to his sister to the point their parents had to hurry up to feed or change them cause whenever he was away from his sister he was all grumpy.

He would fall asleep curled up against his sister when they were babies and snored a lot so she would kick him, basically I picture them as sleeping like kittens xD.

I don't know why but in my mind he stuttered when he was young, being teased by the other children because of that. His sister broke a lot of noses in retaliation and he worked very hard with their mother to get rid of his stutter.

Anne is the one who saw their parents first in the cellar and it traumatized her so, that day, he became the "big brother" to protect and sooth her. At night, after they started living with Solomon, he would remain awake cause he knew at some point his sister would crawl into his bed and they would cuddle while crying.

The hat wanted to sort him into Ravenclaw like their parents but since Anne had been sorted into Slytherin he begged it to not separate them.

At first he was hyper vigilant and jealous of Ominis cause it took more time for the two of them to click than it did for Ominis and his sister and he felt like the third wheel.

He is a nerd, think Hermione kind of nerd, like, the guy gets detention for staying in the library after curfew and the day he discoverd Arithmancy....

If available, he would totaly take on Alchemy classes cause he likes to scratch his brain on complex subjects.

After Solomon's murder, if the player did not tell about it, he ends up comfessing to Professor Sharp.

He goes to trial, of course, but the Wizenmagot goes easy on him due to the circumstances and the fact he is still a child.

He ends up crying in Court when he realizes the people who came to testify on his behalf including his teachers (even Madam Scribner who told everyone how brilliant he was despite being a pain in her ass !), his friends (Ominis was there but not Anne) and even some shopkeepers from Hogsmead including Augustus Hill and Sirona.

He still goes to Azkaban for a month to make sure he gets the implications of what he did and spends the next 2 years in probation, seeing a conselor once a weak and undergoing evaluation to make sure he is not a danger for society or himself.

He becomes a loner when coming back to Hogwarts, keeping to himself and focusing on his studies.

He would still hang out with Ominis and the Gaunt would help him manage his night terrors but something broke between the two of them.

Speaking of Ominis, he is his only link to Anne as she refuses to talk to her brother after what he did.

Adult life :

After graduating, Sebastian would start a training as a healer in St Mungo's.

He would travel the world to study different forms of healing and would end up in remote places where he is really needed as a healer joining the wizarding equivalent of the Red Cross (I can't picture him in London or in a traditionnal hospital).

The moment Anne died, he knew it, waking up in sweat and recieving Ominis's letter was only a comfirmation. That's the only time he went back to England, for her funeral.

He never married nor had children of his own but became the father figure of a lot of kids in need.

He always kept the scars of the event in the catacombs both physical and psychological.

When he died, the nurse holding his hand said that the was smiling. She reported his last words were "you came for me ?" but no one really knows who he was talking to or if he was just hallucinating (Anne, it's Anne !)

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #sebastian sallow #headcanon

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softspaceboibrian · 2 years

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Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson || Chapter 2

Chapter 1 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: Robin likes to play matchmaker, and loves seeing her best friend happy.

Warnings: swear words, pining, Steve being a douche. just a lot of fluff and bad writing, as always!

WC: 6650 (whaaaat!?!? i really am sorry for the length of the chapters! please, let me know if you would like them to be shorter!)

A/N: Thank you so so much to anyone that showed support and love to the first chapter! apparently, people asked if I had a taglist and, well, I have decided to make one! So, if you would like to be added, please, do let me know in the comments or write to me privately!

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The next morning Y/N woke up in a particularly good mood. When she went to the kitchen to get some breakfast, she greeted her little brother with a kiss on the top of his head, her hand quickly messing with his locks – which she knew it bothered him, but she felt… chirpy. As every other day that Steve had an early shift at the Family Video, he picked up Robin and Y/N and gave them a ride to school. She quickly wished a good day to her mother, before leaving the house and running to the car. She took her seat in the back, not without leaning forward to leave a quick kiss on the cheeks of both her friends. However, that was not usual for Y/N, and as a matter of fact left the two in the front seats quite confused.

Steve looked at Robin and then turned towards the girl in the back seat. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, perfect! Why?” She smiled, her eyes moving between her friends.

Robin shook her head and turned towards her too. “Dude, you are never this happy in the morning.”

“Yeah… it’s… weird” Steve said quietly.

She didn’t really know why she was that happy, or why she felt like hugging her friends – which, should be noted, would be completely out of the ordinary for her, since she wasn’t big on hugs and touching people, especially in the morning. She wasn’t like germophobic or something like that. She just wasn’t great at showing affection to people. She tried, but a part of her always felt like people didn’t want her to hug them or say I love you and such. She usually felt like a burden to others, which was why she spent most of her time in middle school alone. But then Robin came along and things changed a bit. Robin was always asking her to hang out, to go to the movies or get ice cream, which was fun and she loved it, but a small voice in the back of her head kept whispering “She’s only doing this because she pities you!”. They were friends for a long time, and when Robin got the job at the Scoops Ahoy, she was sure that was going to be it. Instead, she met Steve. At first, the dynamic was weird, because she felt like she was the third wheel, Steve was all over Robin and, on her part, Robin enjoyed being able to make fun of him. But then the thing with the Russians beneath the Starcourt Mall happened, and that changed everything. Not only she found out that her little brother had been fighting creatures from a sort of parallel dimension for years, but that Steve was involved too, and now her and Robin were officially part of the gang. After that, after everything that happened and all they did to protect each other, she never for once doubted them and their feelings toward her again. But still, it was hard for her to show affection properly. She was working on it.

“Earth to Y/N! Are you still there?” Robin snapped her fingers in front of her face a couple of times.

Y/N shook her head and looked at the girl. “Sorry, got lost in my head for a moment.” She smiled.

“I asked you how it went with the Freak yesterday” Steve looked at her through the rear-view mirror, and only then she realised they had started driving.

Y/N’s expression changed, and her smile faded. “I would very much appreciate it if you stopped calling him like that. I get it that you’re not fond of him, but still, I would rather you call him Munson than that.” Her lips were pressed in a thin line and her eyes were deadly serious, so much that Steve felt shivers travel down his own spine.

“I don’t understand why you defend him, or why you even like him… it’s not like he’s a good person, and you know that. I mean, drugs! That’s bad enough on its own!”

Robin couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips. “Dude, you literally used to smoke weed until like, a year ago!”

“Yeah, then I figured out it was bad and I stopped!” Steve replied.

“Steve, I’m not going to start doing drugs. I know better, and you know it. But still, even if I know that drugs are bad, that doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with Eddie!” Y/N crossed her arms and turned her head to the side, her eyes now following the view outside of the window. “Eddie is not as bad as he is painted. He’s kind and caring.”

Steve huffed, shaking his head slightly. “Y/N, you barely now him!”

“And still, I know him much better than 99% of people in our school!” Y/N was no longer as chirpy as she was when she entered the car, and was glad to see the familiar building appear outside the window. “If you would just stop being a whiny, prejudiced bitch, then you would realise that people may actually be different then how you painted them in your head.” As soon as the car stopped, she ran out without even saying goodbye to Steve. She just needed to get away from him.

She started making her way inside the school, and a few moments later Robin appeared on her side. They stayed quiet on the way to their lockers, neither of them unsure of what to say. It was stupid, because Robin hadn’t said anything bad to her that morning, so she shouldn’t be angry, not even grumpy with her. But luckily, she didn’t have to say anything, because the other girl spoke first. “You know, as long as you say he’s cool, I’m okay with him.”

That put the smile back on her face. She knew she could trust Robin because she knew Robin trusted her. “Thank you.” She said, bumping her shoulder against the other girl’s. They walked for a few more moments until they reached their lockers, talking about this and that, when suddenly the calm of the hallway was disturbed by someone.

“Y/N!!” Eddie’s voice echoed through the hallway, catching basically everyone’s attention. He ran, bee lining between all the other students. “Y/N!” He called out again.

“I think someone is looking for you” Said Robin sarcastically, leaning against the locker right beside Y/N’s open one.

Not that she hadn’t noticed.

“Y/N!” Eddie eventually reached them and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her own book in his hands. “I have been looking for you!”

“I just got here.” She smiled, closing her locker and fully turning towards him.

Eddie looked at Robin and gave her a quick, awkward smile, before returning with his eyes on her. “This book. God, this book was amazing!” His smile is now bigger and more sincere.

“You mean the novella” She giggled, which caught Robin attention. Giggles? Get a grip girl!

“No, I mean the entire fucking book! I stayed up all night and read every single one of the stories because I couldn’t get enough of it!” He flipped through the pages of the book, showing her little pieces of paper with stuff written on them. “You need to recommend me something similar, please!”

Y/N had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling too much. What was Robin thinking of that? And what would Eddie think if he realised she was actually excited by that idea? Fuck, she had to keep her feeling at bay, she has to take a deep breath and calm down. “Yeah, of course. I would love to.”

“Cool” He smiled, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

The real reason Eddie had stayed up all night was, yes, because he was intrigued by the stories he was reading, but most importantly because he could not understand how someone like her, who had barely even spoken to him before yesterday, could give him such a perfect suggestion. How did she know exactly what he liked? Yes, he had told her he liked King, but this was different. Was he predictable? Or maybe he was just overthinking this and she could have just suggested him something she liked, and the fact that he liked it too was a complete coincidence, but still.

“I also wanted to ask you if you had a free period at some point today. I have to… talk to you.” Dude, that pause was so creepy! Even Robin Buckley is looking at you in a weird way. Wait, has she been listening to the conversation this all time?!

“Uhm, I have a free period at third but, me and Robin-” Y/N was abruptly cut off by Robin.

“Oh, shit! I forgot to tell you; I have to practice during third period! Sorry, but you know, with the championship final and everything… Hope it’s okay.” Robin said, looking at her friend. “But luckily, you won’t be alone, because you can meet up with Munson, right?”

Eddie looked at Robin, then Y/N, waiting impatiently for an answer. “Yeah, of course.” She smiled, a bit confused at Robin’s decision, but not mad about it. “Where should we meet?”

“Meet me at the exit that leads to the football field” He smiled, biting his lip slightly, trying to contain his excitement. However, the bell rang, interrupting their conversation. Both Y/N and Eddie sighed, looking in opposite directions, and right then and there, Robin could swear that was a scene out of a romantic comedy: the boy and the girl, a metalhead and a bookworm, two people you would have never imagined together, were very obviously head over hills for each other but completely oblivious to the other’s feelings. She wanted to say something so badly, play match maker and nudge them in the right direction, but the river of students rushing towards class ruined the moment.

“So, I’ll see you later, then” Y/N smiled, and moved slightly towards the boy. Robin really thought she was going in for a kiss or a hug, something. But instead, she stopped, and smiled awkwardly. “I have to go to class, bye!” The words rushed out of her mouth, just as fast as she took off in the direction of their first class together. Robin was so confused by that scene that she was taken completely by surprise when she felt herself being pulled away from her place. She waved goodbye to Eddie and then quickly turned in the direction they were walking in, sure she would have otherwise fallen straight to the ground.

When they finally reached the class, they took their seats in the third row, and immediately Y/N buried her face in her hands. “Dude, that wasn’t so bad!”

“I’m so embarrassing!”

“No, Y/N, don’t say that!” Robin said, letting a small laugh leave her laugh. “Yes, it was an interesting interaction, especially the final part, when you were obviously going in for a hug and-”

“A kiss”

“What?”

Y/N sighed, turning her head towards her friend. “A kiss. I was going to give him a kiss. On the cheek, obviously. But I don’t know… I blanked. And so, I ran.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Yesterday, when he was leaving my home, I gave him a kiss on a cheek, and he seemed cool about it.” You should actually specify the fact that you actually ran after him, and basically pushed yourself through his car’s window to give him said kiss. “So, I thought it could become a thing. But then something inside of me told me it was wrong and that would only embarrass him or that he would hate it. But it was too late.”

At that point Robin couldn’t help but laugh. Laugh so hard that even the two boys in varsity jackets sitting in the row before them turned around confused. “I never in my life thought I’d be witnessing you catch feelings for someone, especially someone like Eddie!” She continued laughing. “Not that there’s anything wrong with him, I just didn’t think he was your type. Even though, now that I think about it, your celebrity crush is Brian May, so that matches up perfectly.”

“I’m not catching feelings!” No, you’re not. You’re just completely unable to form a coherent thought when he looks at you with those big, puppy eyes, or you go weak in the knees when he laughs, especially if it’s because of something you said. “I’m not catching feelings.” She said again, as if she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

“Okay, fine, you’re not. I’m just saying, it’s nice. This version of you, all bubbly and giggly.” Robin got closer to her, and whispered. “Yes, I saw you giggle. It was amazing.” She laughed.

Y/N was ready to say something back, but the teacher entered the class and started the lesson, leaving her thinking to herself about Robins words: this version of you. Was she that different from how she normally was when she was with him? She noticed all of that in just a few minutes of a random conversation that she witnessed?

That morning went by so slowly. Whenever Y/N looked at the clock hanging above the blackboard, it kept showing the same time. And Robin wasn’t of any help, constantly asking her if everything was okay, or what she was thinking about. I’m fine, she kept saying. Nothing, just thoughts. Her answers were so vague that not even Robin believed her. But she couldn’t tell the truth, she couldn’t admit to Robin that she was in fact thinking of Eddie, and wanted so bad for those two classes to be over, so that she could go and meet with him, because she was electrified just at the idea of spending a bit more time with him. No, she couldn’t possibly admit any of that. Also, Eddie was most probably only using her to get a good grade, so it was stupid to even get excited to see him. And yet, she could not help but look for his familiar figure in the corridor whenever they were changing classrooms.

Eddie, on the other hand, didn’t have a Robin to support him or ask him if he was okay or what he was thinking about. He was alone most of his classes because that’s what happens when you’re held back two times. Yes, sometimes he had classes with Jeff, but it wasn’t like they talked that much about things that weren’t D&D or the band. He didn’t have a best friend. And he spent most of high school thinking he didn’t need one, that he was just as good by himself, with just a few people to share a laugh during lunch in the cafeteria. But now, now he wished he had someone that he could talk to. Not that he would have told them about Y/N and the feelings he definitely didn’t have for her, but just to have someone to spend the afternoons with, talking about this and that, watching movies and stuff. But he didn’t have anyone like that. That’s why classes were so boring to him, and that’s why he skipped most of them. Until that last semester: a part of him, the one that hated school the most, told him that he had to try if he wanted to leave that place once and for all. Another part of him, a soft voice that he kept pushing deep in the back of his head, told him that it would help him make a good impression on Y/N. Obviously, he didn’t care. But still, he started skipping fewer classes each week, until he arrived at a point where he even started moving deals to lunch break or after school so that he could attend class. If he had a best friend, they would have told him that he had changed, and maybe even that they liked this new “scholarly” version of him. But he didn’t have one.

However, that day was different. The previous evening, when he was over at the Henderson’s for dinner, Dustin insisted he tried and talk with Y/N about her writing. And he couldn’t help but be curious, because if Henderson was so fond of his sister’s writing to the point that he wanted her to write something for Hellfire, then it must have meant that she was actually really good. Nonetheless, after dinner, when they were alone in her room, he didn’t have the heart to force her to talk about it, having seen the reaction she had at the dinner table when Dustin brought it up. But maybe, if he brought it up in a completely different context, with just the two of them, then maybe, just maybe, she would be more open to talk about it. It was a stretch, he knew it. Just like he knew that could then make things very awkward between the two of them. But he wanted to get to know her better, and if she was actually so passionate about writing, then he wanted to know more about it. And that is why, for the first time in weeks, he skipped class. Yes, he obviously could have asked her to meet him after school like he did with clients. But she wasn’t a client. It was Y/N.

So, as soon as the bell that signalled the end of the second period rang, he ran towards the door to the field. A part of him hoped to see her already standing there, leaning against the wall, ankles crossed as she read from a book. At least that is how he imagined her. But when he got there, she was nowhere to be seen. It’s early, we have a few more minutes before third period starts. Maybe there were too many people in the corridor and she was still making her way there. A couple more minutes went by and he was staring at the bell on the wall on the opposite side of the corridor, begging it to wait a bit longer before ringing. But it rang nonetheless, and she still wasn’t there. She must have forgotten we were meeting, he thought to himself. Or maybe she didn’t want to meet with you in the first place and she agreed just to sound nice, but now she’s not going to show up and the next time you see each other she’s gonna give you some stupid excuse like “Sorry, turns out I had to do homework” or some other shit. But as he was completely absorbed by his own thoughts, he didn’t realise the girl had just appeared right beside him.

“Eddie? Are you okay?” She put a hand on his forearm, trying to catch his attention. However, Eddie was so lost in his thoughts that it not only caught his attention, but startled him, making him jump a bit.

“Shit, Henderson! You have to stop sneaking up on me like that!” He said loudly, bringing a hand to his heart, as if he was having a heart attack because of the scare.

Y/N smiled, and all the bad thoughts left Eddie’s head. “What if I like it? Seeing big, scary Eddie Munson get scarred by little ol’ me?” She smirked, tilting her head to the side, her arms crossed in from of her chest. Was she flirting with him?

Eddie took a step closer, taking advantage of the height difference. “Well, don’t get too comfortable, or you won’t see it coming.”

“See what coming?”

“Payback!” He replied, quickly moving his hands and reaching for her waist. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, slightly tickling her sides. That was a risky move, he knew, but he didn’t really think before acting.

Y/N started laughing, kicking the air and trying to get free from his hold. “Please, Eddie! Stop!” She screamed, unable to stop laughing. After a few more moments, he put her down. He was smiling, but at the same time he was studying her face, trying to get a reaction from her.

When her feet touched the ground, she was completely out of breath from all the laughing. “I hate you” She whispered, and Eddie froze for a moment, afraid he might have ruined it all. But when Y/N leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his chest, he felt like his heart was going to explode.

He smiled. He was sure he had never been this calm, this happy in his entire life. He moved his hands, laying one on her back, while the other reached for her head, where it began gently stroking her hair, in an attempt to help her calm down and catch her breath. “Well, now you know what payback looks like” He said quietly.

Neither Eddie nor Y/N wanted to move, both of them afraid to lose the magic of the moment. But a few moments later, a distant clicking of heels started making its way down the corridor. “Shit, we shouldn’t be here!” He whispered-screamed, quickly grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him and out of the door. “I shouldn’t be here!”

Y/N was taken by surprise by his reaction, but ran after him, nonetheless. “What do you mean you shouldn’t be here?!” But she didn’t get a response. Instead, Eddie kept running, first across the football field, then towards the woods behind it, and he didn’t stop until he reached the familiar wooden table in the small clear. Once there, he slowed down until they eventually stopped, leaning forward, his hand on his knees, struggling to catch his breath. Shit, I’m completely out of shape.

No one spoke for a few moments, both too breathless to talk. Y/N leaned against a tree, and kicked her head back, her eyes closed, as a hand moved rogue strands of hair out of her own face. “What did you mean when you said you shouldn’t be there?” She broke the silence.

Her eyes were still closed, but Eddie knew he couldn’t just not answer her. So, he took a big breath and took a seat on one of the benches. “I should be in class right now…” He said quietly, almost hoping she would not hear him. Y/N remained quiet for a moment, and Eddie was sure he had fucked up. He knew she cared about school, and attendance, and getting good grades. So, him skipping class must have been terrible in her eyes. Good job, moron! You ruined it, he thought to himself, burying his face in his hands.

“You skipped class to spend time with me?” She asked him. When he eventually looked up, his eyes met hers. She looked serious, but not mad.

He looked down, almost embarrassed. “Ehm… yes” It almost sounded like a question, as if he weren’t sure about that. But he was sure, he deliberately chose to skip third period because she had told him that she had a free period at third. He wanted to spend time with her. He needed to be with her.

“Why?” That question took him by surprise. He was ready to be scolded by her, he was 100% sure she was going to tell him that it was stupid, that he had to attend class if he wanted to graduate and so on. But she didn’t do any of that. When he looked up, he realised she had moved closer, and was now standing right in front of him. “I mean, why would you skip class to be with me? You could have just come here alone and smoked all by yourself, completely unbothered. Or you could have come here with some pretty girl to, I don’t know, make out. So, why? Why me?”

But I am here with a pretty girl. That is what he wanted to tell her. He didn’t care about anything else, or anyone else, for that matter. He just wanted to be with her, and in his head that didn’t need explanations. But she wanted them. So, he stood up from where he was sitting and moved away. He walked around the table, kicking some leaves off the ground. “You give me way too much credit if you think I could pull any pretty girl.”

“So, you don’t think I’m pretty?” She asked.

Fuck, no. I don’t think you’re pretty, actually. I think you are one of those beautiful creatures from a Tolkien story. Fuck, in my head you are what Arwen looks like. “That’s not what I said” He replied, leaning against a tree.

“Well, you said you cannot pull any pretty girl, but I’m here, so you must not think me pretty, right?” He wasn’t sure if she was flirting with him or she was just trying to challenge him in some way.

“If you really must know, I think you are much more than just pretty.” He said, looking down at his feet, his once white sneakers not completely worn out and dirty. “But I cannot go around the school saying it, because if your brother heard me talking about you like this, he would probably kill me on sight.”

“Dustin would never kill you. Especially not because of me.” She said, taking a seat at the table.

“Then you obviously don’t know your brother and how protective and jealous of you he is.” He said, a soft smile appearing on his lips, as he pushed himself off of the tree, to go sit at the table, right across from her. “I saw him almost throw a punch at Wheeler one time because he said you were hot” He laughed at the memory.

“And what do you think?” She asked, looking at him, fidgeting with her necklace.

“What?” He knew what she was asking him, but he couldn’t answer. He had already said too much. Also, he didn’t know how to tell her that he did not find her sexy. I mean, he did find her sexy, but not like that. He didn’t want to have sex with her just because she was hot, just for the sake of it. He thought she was beautiful, and he wanted to hold her hand. He wanted to stroke her hair, move strands of hair out of her face and tuck them behind her ears like they do in those stupid, sickeningly sweet romantic comedies. He wanted to pick flowers for her and listen to her read for him in the evenings. Fuck, he wanted to kiss her at her locker before class. He wanted to drive her home and kiss her goodnight. He wanted to hold her in his arm as she sat in his lap while they did their homework in the afternoons. But he couldn’t say that. Not to her face. So, instead, he played dumb and pretended not to understand what she was asking him.

“I’m sorry, it’s stupid…” Her voice was soft, and she wouldn’t raise her eyes off of the table. “I don’t even know why I’m asking you any of this. I’m ruining the mood.”

“You’re not.” He quickly replied, so firmly that she was almost startled. “You’re not ruining anything.” He added, a bit gentler this time. “I skipped class because I wanted to be with you. Not because I didn’t want to go to class, because I wanted to smoke or meet up with someone. I wanted to be with you, Y/N.” She finally looked up to meet his eyes, and Eddie felt his heart fluttered. “I want to get to know you. Like, yeah, you helping me with English is great and all, but I don’t want us to go back to strangers as soon as the project is done.”

“It wouldn’t have happened.” She almost looked hurt.

Eddie sighed, looking off into the distance. “Yeah, it would have, Y/N.” He started tapping his leg, knowing full well he was going to open up to her, and hated the idea of being vulnerable in front of people, especially someone who held so much power over him like she did. “Me and you, we don’t really move in the same circles here at school. I am the freak, and most people are disgusted by my presence. You… you’re lovely, and people smile at you when you walk down the corridor. You have friends-”

“I have one friend.”

“But people like you.”

“Most people don’t even know I exist, Eddie.” She tried to get back his attention. She wanted him to look at her in the eyes. “I’m a nerd and a brainiac. People know me as the one that knows always too much. Because that’s who I am. I have Robin and Steve, yes. But they have a job, and I cannot spend all my afternoons at the Family Video watching them rewind VHSs. So, most of the times I stay at home, I do my homework, I study, and then I read. I read so much. And I always end up absorbing information that serve no purpose to me in real life. But I absorb them and end up knowing how to make a bomb at home or knowing way too much about sword fighting.” She sighs. “Still, that doesn’t explain why you think we would have stopped talking after the English assignment was done.”

“Because, generally speaking, people don’t really want to have much to do with me.”

“And yet my brother worships you.”

“Your brother is stupid.” A soft laugh leaving his lips, as a signal that he wasn’t being serious about that comment.

“My brother is not stupid, and you know that.” She replied, reaching out for his hand. “Eddie, I think you’re a good person. A great one, even. And I like spending time with you. That’s how I know we wouldn’t have stopped hanging out.” Eddie’s hand shifted beneath Y/N’s, until he was holding her hand properly. “So, please, stop being stupid and thinking I’m like everyone else at this school. If they don’t see you for who you truly are, then it’s their loss. More Eddie for me.” She smiled, squeezing his hand tightly.

She never in her life thought she would have talked like that to someone who wasn’t her brother. Sometimes it was hard even to talk to Robin like that, and she was her best friend. But, somehow, things with Eddie came so easily. And sitting there, holding his hand, didn’t really make her feel uncomfortable like she would have expected to.

Eddie’s thumb started rubbing her knuckles as softly as possible, scared to move or to speak. He didn’t want things to change. He just wanted to sit there for hours, exactly like that, holding her hand and her smiling at him. If the Eddie of three years before saw him like that, he would have laughed so hard he would have needed to hold onto something. He probably looked pathetic, head over hills for a girl that deserved much more than him. And yet, he was there. And she was there with him. She could have chosen not to come, but she did.

“So,” Y/N broke the silence, still holding his hand. “you said you wanted to talk to me.”

Fuck, right. “Yeah, I did…”

“Was it just an excuse to get me to come spend time with you or were you for real?” She smiled, propping her head on her hand.

“I… I was for real, but now I’m thinking I shouldn’t ask you what I was gonna ask you, because I don’t want to ruin this moment.” He said sincerely, looking down at the wooden table between them.

She gave his hand a quick squeeze to try and get him to look at her again. “You can ask me anything. If I don’t feel like giving you an answer, I’ll just say so.”

He took a deep breath. “Okay… but, for real, don’t feel like you have to give me an answer. It’s just, your brother kept talking about it, and I was curious-”

“It’s about my writing.” She said. And he was ready for her to say that it wasn’t something she really felt like talking or something like that. But she didn’t. “I started doing it when I was 13, I think. At first, I did it because it helped me with my anxiety. I would invent fantastic worlds where I could run off to with my head whenever I was having a panic attack. Then it became a passion. I kept writing about fantasy lands, with elves and druids and creatures that communicated through runes, but it no longer was for my anxiety. It was for me.” He listened attentively; his head slightly tilted to the side. He never would have thought she had problems with anxiety. But, after all, he didn’t really know much about her. “One day, a couple of years ago, Dustin was having a bad day, and I wanted to help. Nothing was working, not even “The Never-Ending Story”, which is one of his favourite movies. So, I took him to my room and picked up my notebook. I started reading him my story, and ever since that day, he has always been my one and only reader. He has read every single page, he has given me notes, and even asked me to write him as a dwarf in my story.” She giggled at the memory. “I was ready to write him as a high elf, or a druid, a pirate even. But no, he wanted to be a dwarf. And so I did.” Eddie couldn’t help but smile, wanting to walk around the table to go and sit right beside her just to be closer to her. “But with the support, also came the stressing part where he kept pushing me to send my story to an editor, or to enrol in some kind of contest for teen writers. But, as you could probably imagine, I refused. So, he started begging me to write something for D&D. At first it was for his party with Mike and the others; then it was for you.”

“And did you?” She looked at him confused. “Did you write something for D&D?”

She shook her head. “I barely know anything about D&D… what would the point be?”

“I’m pretty sure you know a lot. As I understand, Dustin tells you everything about our campaign, so you should know stuff by know. And, you don’t need to know much about the rules to write a story.”

“I disagree.” She replied.

“Let me rephrase: if you were to write for Hellfire, you wouldn’t need to know the rules, because you would have me.” He smiled. “I’m not saying that you have to do it, but if you ever changed your mind, you could just write the plotline and I could take care of everything else.”

She looked at him in silence, biting the inside of her cheek. Eddie could not really decipher what she was thinking. Maybe he offended her. Did he say something? Fuck, maybe he insisted too much. He knew it, he shouldn’t have said anything about the writing in the first place. “We could try” She said.

Eddie was shocked. Did she actually agree to do it? “You don’t have to.”

“I know.” She got up from her seat, leaving Eddie with his hand open where he once was holding hers. “But, I mean, Dustin has wanted me to do it for so long, and I think it could be good for me to write something different, you know?” He kept looking at her, unsure if he should answer, if he should say something. “And, if you’re really going to help me, then yes. Why not, right?” Eddie nodded; his eyes fixed on her figure. “But I have two conditions.”

“Anything you want, princess.” Princess? Really?

She smiled, a soft tint of pink rising to her cheeks. Princess? I like it. “Number one: we’re not going to say anything to Dustin, or he’s never going to let me leave my room again until it’s done.” Eddie laughed, nodding. “And second: I want to tell the story.” Eddie looked at her confused. “I mean, I want to be there when you play it out, and I want to tell myself as much of the story as I can. You would obviously do your Dungeon Master thing, but I want to be able to tell my story.”

He smiled, finally getting up from his seat. “We can definitely do that.” He walked closer to her.

She was going to do something, she was going to hug him, maybe even kiss him like she did the previous evening, but, in the distance, she heard the school bell ring. Fuck, they both thought. “We should head back or we’re going to be late for class.” She said, obviously disappointed that third period was already over.

“Or we could skip the rest of the day…” He said, knowing full well she wasn’t going to accept the proposition.

“No skipping school on my watch, okay?” She smiled, moving a finger in front of his face.

“I was just kidding, I swear!” He smiled back.

They started making their way back to the building in silence, both unsure what they should say. Neither of them was happy to leave the other, but duty called. Once they got back inside, Eddie walked Y/N all the way to her locker, so that she could pick up her textbook, and then walked her to class. “I had fun” She said, bumping into his side to get his attention.

He smiled, walking with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Yeah, we should do it again.” She look at him, giving him the look, and he already knew what she was going to say. “I meant spend time together, not skip class!” He laughed.

She smiled, nodding. “Yeah, I would love that.” They walked for a little longer, until they reached Y/N’s class. “So… this is me.”

Eddie nodded, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Fuck, he wanted to kiss her so bad.

They stayed there for a few moments, in silence, looking at each other, until Y/N took control of the situation. Fuck it, she thought to herself, before pushing herself on her tiptoes. “Meet me outside after school.” She said, before quickly pressing her lips on his cheek. It only lasted a moment, but when they moved away from each other it was impossible to tell who was blushing more. Y/N quickly bid goodbye to Eddie and ran inside the classroom, taking her seat at her usual desk.

Little did she know Robin was already sitting there and had witnessed everything. “What the hell was that?”

Y/N jumped, scared by her friend’s voice. “Shit, Robin, how long have you been here?”

“Long enough to have seen whatever that was.” She laughed. “Why did you run away?”

“It was embarrassing! I shouldn’t have done it! Fuck!” Y/N buried her face in her hands. “It’s something to do it when it’s just the two of us; but it’s completely different when I do it in front of everyone!”

“I don’t think people really care…” Robin said, trying to make her friend feel better. “Anyway, I assume it went well.”

“Yeah, we had fun” Y/N smiled, raising her head to finally meet her friend’s eyes. “How did your rehearsal go?”

“What rehearsal?”

Y/N looked at her, eyes wide open. “Didn’t you have band practice or something?”

“Nope” She replied, trying to hold back the laughter that was building inside of her.

“Robin!” She yelled, but deep down she was glad she did it, or she wouldn’t have spent all that time with him. “Thank you.” She whispered.

“Call me Cupid” She laughed.

Yes, she loved her best friend.

Thank you for reading! Love you xx

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