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ghostfacd · 6 months

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𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 𝙁𝙐𝙇𝙇 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙀𝙉, 𝙃𝙀’𝙎 𝘼 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉

pairing: lorenzo berkshire x fem!slytherin!reader

genre: fluff, sweetheart enzo, brief suggestive content, enzo is a big softie basically

summary: in a world filled with men, there’s lorenzo berkshire, a sweetheart and gentleman

Lorenzo Berkshire was a sweetheart.

Everybody knew that the down to earth Slytherin couldn’t hurt a fly even if he wanted to, and weirdly did not fit the stereotypical mean Slytherin persona despite hanging with Draco and his friends.

In fact, a lot of things that Lorenzo did were out of the ordinary for his crowd of people. Whenever Draco would pull a first year by their backpacks so their bodies would fling back, Lorenzo always muttered an apology after, offering the first year a cookie the next day. It was just who he was; he was a sweet boy, and that often meant he was also very clueless.

Sure, he was smart in his classes, but in everything else? Lorenzo was practically the virgin of all virgins.

“Her eyes are up here Enzo,” Pansy teased, watching as Lorenzo’s eyes finally shifted off your chest to look at Pansy in the eyes.

“Huh?”

“Well I know they’re nice,” you tease further, “but it’s rude to stare, y’know.”

“Oh,” Lorenzo’s eyebrows furrow, clearly confused. He’s either great at playing the dumb role or he genuinely has no idea what you and Pansy are inciting.

“What do you mean?” Lorenzo then moves his hand over to touch the gold colored necklace on your neck. “I was just looking at the new necklace you got. It’s nice.”

Oh. You didn’t think anyone would notice your new necklace. You bought it over the holidays when you went back home with your family, and had just started wearing it now.

“Thanks Enzo,” you say, placing a kiss on his cheek. He pulls back flustered, but he mutters a you’re welcome under his breath.

“LO BOY!” Lorenzo is quickly pulled into a headlock by no other than Draco Malfoy, who seems to find his friend struggling hilariously funny. “Oh what’s wrong Lo? Got your head in a knot?”

“Boys.” You and Pansy mutter, rolling your eyes as you both get up from your seats, heading to the much more quiet Great Hall.

- - -

The next time you see Lorenzo is in your Potions class. He’s on the left of you, and you’re almost falling asleep at the boring lecture of your professor. He always seem to talk more than actually teach how to mix potions.

“Pssst,” Lorenzo mutters to your partner as he hands her a slip of paper. “Be a peach and pass it to Y/N?”

Your partner, who has developed a little crush on Lorenzo only blushes, accepting the piece of paper and tapping you on the shoulder.

“Here,” she says, “it’s from Lorenzo.”

Your eyebrows quirk up, slowly unfolding the crinkled paper.

Your hair is pretty today

You bite your lip, trying to suppress a smile. Lorenzo just knew how to swoon a girl over, didn’t he? He doesn’t even have to try and your knees would still feel weak.

So my hair isn’t pretty on other days?

You scribble down, passing it back to your partner who passes it to Lorenzo.

His eyes grow wide when he reads it, opting to shake his head quickly.

“Not what I meant,” Lorenzo mouths.

“I know,” you mouth back, giving him a smirk. “Thank you Enzo.”

And you both end up more pink than the potions that were made in class that day.

- - -

“What do you even do in your free time?” Theodore asks, poking Lorenzo’s cheek repeatedly to annoy him. “Like read?”

“Like read?” Lorenzo mimics back. “Yes, I read. You should too Teddy, it’d be good for you.”

Theodore rolls his eyes, “I don’t need to read. And don’t call me Teddy.”

When you arrive in the dining hall, Theodore and Lorenzo already make a space for you to sit in between them. Usually, Pansy and Draco would be sitting across from the three of you, but today, they were off doing Godric knows what.

“Pans and Draco not here today?” Lorenzo asks, still focusing on the assignment he was finishing up before dinner ends.

“Nope,” you say, popping the p. “No idea what they’re doing.”

“Oh,” Theodore chuckles, “I have a few ideas.”

That makes the two of you burst out laughing, and Lorenzo finally looks up from his paper.

“What?” He asks. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh Enzo,” Theodore places a hand on his friend’s back, “never change.”

Lorenzo rolls his eyes, shrugging Theodore’s hand off. “Whatever that means.”

When Theodore finally heads off to the Slytherin common room, you and Lorenzo are left alone, the small conversations of the other students surrounds the two of you.

“Working hard on that assignment,” you say quietly to Lorenzo, bringing up your hand to pull a few strings of hair that were poking his eyes.

“Well someone’s gotta be the smart one in our friend group,” he says teasingly.

“Oh, so you’re saying I’m not smart?” Your hands start to wander, coming to each of Lorenzo’s sides to tickle him. He was especially ticklish around his abdomen.

“H-hey! Stop that!” He laughs, pushing your hands away. “Okay okay, we’re both the smart ones.”

“And Pansy,” you add.

“And Pansy.”

- - -

When you walked out to the lake that sat across from the Slytherin common room, you didn’t expect to find Lorenzo feeding the ducks. He was crouching, softly throwing a few pieces of crushed up bread at the ducks that now surrounded him.

“What are you doing Lo?” You ask, walking beside him.

“Not too loud,” Lorenzo says, “you’ll scare them away.”

He continues doing what he does before he runs all out, deciding to finally turn to you and throw an arm around your shoulder. “Evening.”

“Evening Enzo,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. It was out of habit, and you did it regularly, but it didn’t stop Lorenzo from blushing every time it happened.

“I was feeding the ducks,” he explains, although it was pretty clear what he was doing. “I like them, they’re nice and pretty. Draco sometimes throws rocks at them, so it’s kind of my way of apologizing for him.”

You ruffle Lorenzo’s hair slightly, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. “Oh Enzo, you sweetheart.” But he doesn’t hear you, instead, choosing to admire the scenery of the lake.

- - -

“You know what’d be funny?” Mattheo says, already laughing before he could get out the rest of his sentence. “If we pied the girls. Pansy and Y/N.”

Lorenzo’s ears perk up at this, but he keeps quiet. Why was his friends always looking to get into trouble?

“They’d totally kill us,” Theodore comments.

“That’s why we have to do it.”

The boys had already gotten two pies and their plan figured out before Lorenzo could stop them. He watched as they hide it behind their backs, approaching you and Pansy who were both engrossed in your conservation.

“Wait,” Lorenzo mumbles, quickly following his group of friends. When he sees their hand from their back move as they speak to you and Pansy, he steps in front of the two of you, getting hit straight in the face with the two pies.

“Huh..” Lorenzo says, wiping away the whipped cream that was covering his eyes. “Key lime.”

“Enzo,” you say, knowing that this was probably one of Mattheo or Draco’s dumb ideas again. “You guys apologize to Lorenzo right now.”

The three boys sigh defeatedly, muttering a quiet sorry to their brunette friend who’s still wiping the whipped cream from his face.

“Why’d you do that Enzo?” You ask him as the two of you sat down on the grass. You’d finally got all the whipped cream off his face with a towel, and although Enzo won’t admit it, he was kind of grateful he did end up getting pied. After all, a pretty girl was cleaning him up after all, and not just any pretty girl, his close friend.

“Cause you’re too pretty to get pied.” He shrugs, which makes you smirk.

“Too pretty?”

“Well yeah,”

You laugh at Lorenzo’s honesty, and finally, you lean in to give him a kiss on the lips instead of the side of his cheek.

“Did you just-”

“Shh,” you say, grabbing ahold of his hand. “Just let me appreciate you right now. In a world full of just men, you’re a gentleman Enzo.”

And Lorenzo only smiles, knowing he’s finally got the girl of his dreams.

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urdepressedslut · 10 months

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You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part six❞

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky receives a morning visit from Steve, with the news about what was in the box. Bucky continues to think about what he should do. Should he tell you the truth about your stalker?

♡ Warnings: language, angst, fluff, stalking, hints to death threats, mentions of parent death

Part 7

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au

Loud knocking had woken Bucky up from his slumber— his sagging body in the chair next to your bed, straightening.

He felt his back crack, along with his neck— the seat wasn’t the most comfortable. But there was no way he was going to leave you last night— not after you had asked him to stay.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, giving you a quick look— smiling at your sprawled out form on the bed.

He made it down the hall and down the stairs, checking through the frosty glass before opening. His body was tense— on alert for a possible intruder. It was only Steve. Swinging the door open, he was met with a tight lipped smile— one that didn’t mean good news in his opinion.

“Good morning Buck. Sorry to wake you up, but this is pretty important.” Steve told him, and Bucky rolled his neck around— already feeling stressed for the day.

“Morning— yeah come on in.” He stepped aside to allow Steve to enter.

Steve walked in and shut the door, securing the locks before the two headed towards the living room to sit down.

“So what’s going on?” Bucky asked, running a hand through his hair.

Steve took a deep breath, rubbing his temples in preparation. That didn’t make Bucky feel better. Truthfully— he’s rather never see Steve too often. He felt like it only meant bad news when he saw him. Or maybe he just wanted it to be you two instead.

“Well trust me, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.” Steve added, and Bucky nodded for him to continue. “It’s about the box.”

At first Bucky was confused— having forgot about it completely after yesterdays events. But now with the mention from Steve, his mind spiraled. He dreaded to find out what was in the box— but he also was curious.

“What was in it?” Bucky asked the golden question.

Steve looked down nervously to the floor, taking a second to glance around— making sure you weren’t around.

“If I tell you— it’s not to be repeated to her.” Steve warned, and Bucky scoffed and shook his head.

Here we go again— the big secret that is being kept from you. When in reality, you deserve to know out of everyone. It was about you— a threat to your life.

“Steve this is bullshit— she deserves to know someone is stalking her for fucks sake!” Bucky complained, frustrated that he had to keep something from you.

The more he got to know you better— the more he truly believed you didn’t deserve this. He blamed his defensive behavior on the fact that he was your bodyguard— nothing more.

“We have orders from the boss Buck— I would think you’d understand that.” Steve pointed out.

“Yeah well, it’s not right. She deserves to know. She deserves better.” Bucky defended you, running his hand through his hair stressfully.

Steve gave Bucky a once over, looking at him like he had five heads. Steve was confused at his change in behavior.

“Seriously Steve, what was in the box?” Bucky changed the topic, clearly still frustrated but trying to focus on business.

Steve dismissed his confusion for now and got serious again. Doing another quick glance to make sure you weren’t listening in on the conversation.

“There was another note,” Steve started, “It read wonder if you’d squeal like a pig just like your mother.”

Bucky’s stomach knotted up at the sinister message, the way he was glad you didn’t know about this one. This was something that wouldn’t just shock you— it would disturb you to no ends— haunt you to your core.

“And along with the note was her Mother’s necklace.” Steve finished, and Bucky’s eyes went wide.

This wasn’t just a stalker— this was someone with bad intentions. Someone who already had blood on their hands possibly. Someone who was capable of sick shit.

“The necklace was a locket of her and (Y/n).” He explained. “We still aren’t sure if this has something to do with Pierce— or if this is just a secret admirer.”

Bucky bit the inside of his lip in thought, the whole situation making him uncomfortable— for you. He felt even more protective every time Steve came with bad news. For a second his protective side wasn’t coming out because it was his job— it was coming from the heart.

“She needs to know about this shit.” Bucky muttered lowly.

Steve scoffed, leaning back in his seat. An entertained expression etched his face.

“What happened to you Buck?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, glaring at Steve for a moment before he spoke. His voice defensive— annoyed.

“What are you talking about?”

He wondered for a quick second— was Steve always this annoying?

Steve scoffed again, rubbing a hand down his face, but he wore a shit eating grin, a knowing look sporting his face.

“Miss perfect rubbing off on you?” Steve chuckled, watching Bucky furrow his brows in confusion.

Bucky tried to ignore the anger that built up inside at the nickname Steve gave you.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Bucky pushed.

“Buck— you’re soft man. Quit defending her, the things her dad has said— you need to be watching your back man.” Steve warned and it only had Bucky boiling with anger.

Bucky was sick and tired of this judgement that everyone held against you— this persona that didn’t even exist. You were wrongly labeled as a monster. Bucky just knew it wasn’t fair, especially when you were as sweet as pie. The farthest thing from a monster. He had also seen a side of you— a sensitive side of you that made him melt even more. He saw through the cracks of your bubbly personality— the side that was secretly broken. It made him hurt, and in a way he related to you.

Another part of him hated the way you were able to break down his walls. He had built them for a reason, protecting his heart from the pain the world could cause. Then here you were, skipping right into his life— turning the walls to dust with just the touch of your finger. He felt indifferent about it all— hating it and loving it.

“You don’t know her— so I’d quit talking about her like you do.” Bucky warned, the air now thick with tension as Steve huffed in his seat.

“She could be tricking you Buck. It’s still early— you only just met her.” Steve argued.

“Again— I know her better than you ever will.”

Steve scoffed again, waving his hands towards him.

“Look at you, defending her,” Steve laughed, “You’re her bodyguard— not her boyfriend.”

With that last sentence, Bucky’s jaw was clenched painfully in anger. His hands fisted uncomfortably— his knuckles whitening.

“Thanks for the info— you need to leave.” He tried to say calmly. Although his face was red with frustration.

Steve shook his head, a flash of emotion that looked apologetic passing through his features.

“I’ll see you later.” Steve said lastly, standing up to exit.

Bucky stayed silent, with angry eyes— watching Steve walk to the door until he left. As soon as the door closing sounded, he relaxed in his seat. The air seemed to be breathable now that he was gone. He liked it when it was just you two. Things seemed easier, everything felt lighter.

You’re her bodyguard, not her boyfriend.

The words shouldn’t of rang through his head— but they did. Over and over and over. He was confused at his reaction, but wouldn’t of reacted any other way. Things would be different if you were everything your Father said you were— but you were the opposite. He knew parts of you now and was learning more about you everyday. He had to react like that, if your Father wasn’t going to defend you— he’d do it.

His being craved the lightness your brought— the peaceful aura you’d leave when you were in the room. He found himself wanting to head back upstairs to you— needing to drown himself in the comfort that was your company.

He decided to do just that— headed upstairs to find you. Without him knowing it, he walked up the stairs and down the hall— all with a gentle smile on his lips.

He opened the door slowly, peeking in to make sure you were still asleep— afraid that his knocking would wake you. He was shocked to find you sitting up, legs hanging over the bed.

The door was open, but your back was to him and he knocked anyway— alerting you he was coming in.

“Hey, is it okay to come in?” He asked, his tone soft now versus the harshness from talking with Steve.

You didn’t jump like you usually did, instead you turned slowly and sent him a tired smile. Your hair was messy from sleep, and your eyes were slightly puffy from just waking up. Bucky had to bite his lip to stop the smile from approaching.

God— you looked like… an angel.

You nodded for him to come in, watching his bulky form walk towards the bed.

“You sleep okay?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

He was suddenly feeling nervous around you, and he wasn’t sure if it was Steve’s comment that kept repeating in his brain.

“Yeah, I did.” You told him shyly, your cheeks heating up.

He nodded and avoided eye contact as the silence was killing him. He had so much to say, yet there was so much stopping him from doing so. He’d try again later when he didn’t feel so stressed out.

“Listen uh…” He started, sitting on the edge of your bed, a professional distance away from you, “I’m sorry about last night— I shouldn’t of said what I did.”

You grew serious but still kept a small smile etched on your face.

“James, it’s okay— you don’t have to keep apologizing.” You reassured him, waving it off like no big deal.

Truthfully, you weren’t upset with him.

He shook his head, his face flushed in embarrassment.

“Yeah I do. You’ve been…” He trailed off, wondering if he should go there, “You’ve been nothing but sweet to me since we met, and I’ve been… well— me.”

He dropped his head in shame, missing the way you were looking at him in awe.

“I’m sorry I’ve been acting like a dick most of the time— I promise I’ll try to be better.” He told you, and you scooted closer and placed your hand on his arm.

“James, I don’t want you to feel like you have to change yourself for me.” You told him.

Bucky felt hot under your touch, but otherwise ignored the feeling and totally disagreed with your statement. Of course he had to change— he wanted to change. He wanted to be a better version of himself for you. He hated that he did, but he couldn’t control it.

“I just wanna make it up to you, you know— for being a dick.” He repeated and you playfully glared at him.

“James if you tell me you’re being a dick one more time— I’m gonna slap you.” You threatened playfully.

Your words sounded goofy coming out of your mouth, but you didn’t expect the reaction from Bucky. His head leaned back and he let out a hearty laugh— one that was echoing off your room walls. You stared at him in shock— the bear was laughing? The bear was smiling like the cheshire cat. You were speechless.

Bucky wiped his eyes, noticing your shocked expression and smiled even more.

“Doll— I’d like to see you slap me. In fact, I’d like to see you beat someone up.” He pushed, the scenario playing through his head— it was adorable.

You shook your head, ridding yourself of the shock that had paralyzed you for a moment.

“Hey! I could hurt somebody if I wanted to!” You argued, crossing your arms in offense. But the corners of your mouth were lifting— his smile contagious.

Bucky had to hold back the snort that tried to escape, and just gazed down at you with a grin.

“Whatever you say doll.” He teased, loving the way you kept blushing at the nickname.

Why else do you think he keeps saying it?

You both sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, both of you content with each other’s presence. Bucky lost his smile just lightly before he spoke again.

“So— I wanna make it up to you,” He started, grabbing your attention, “How about we go get the baking supplies you wanted?”

You beamed at his suggestion, nodding you head excitedly.

“That sounds perfect, thanks James.” You said softly, his gaze giving you butterflies.

He nodded his head in a welcome, and stood up to head out of the room— to give you some space. You watched him leave with a look you had never sported before.

Something within you longed for him, even when you dismissed the thought— it’d come back stronger. You couldn’t starve yourself for the affection that Bucky had provided. Maybe you’d think differently about his suggestion, not thinking twice about it. But after witnessing Bucky defending you— your heart sped up at the memory.

You knew you shouldn’t of spied— but you had heard raised voices from the hallway and grew concerned.

Earlier…

You had cracked your eyes open, just enough to see Bucky’s back retreat from the room. The way his steps were sluggish— sleep still consuming him.

He stayed. Just as you had asked him to.

You opened your eyes all the way and felt the corners of your mouth lifting. Butterflies started to swarm your tummy. You had just woken up and he was already giving you butterflies. He had your day starting good.

While getting lost in a daydream about him— you decided to follow him. You weren’t sure what you even wanted to say to him— if there was anything to say. You just wanted to be around him, even if no words were spoken.

Sneaking down the stairs, you slowed your steps. Questing your breathing when you heard the sound of two voices. They sounded like they were arguing.

“What are you talking about?”

Bucky had sounded annoyed, the way his voice was edgier around this Steve guy.

“Ms. Perfect rubbing off on you?” The man called Steve laughed.

You couldn’t help the hurt that came to you from those words. You weren’t trying to be perfect— bell you knew you’d never be. You weren’t sure what you had done to earn that label. But you hoped it was some misunderstanding.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Bucky boomed, and you were sure if he was spitting those words at you— you’d be intimidated. His voice was thick, heavy with anger.

“Buck— you’re soft man. Quit defending her, the things her dad has said— you need to be watching your back man.”

The mention of your dad had you biting your lip, willing the tears to stay away. Of course he had something to do with this. You wondered like always— what you had done to make him hate you. You loved him and only ever talked highly of him.

“You don’t know her— so I’d quit talking about her like you do.” Bucky defended you, his voice laced with venom towards Steve.

Your heart sped up at the way he was defending you, no one had ever had your back like that. After your Mother passed, it was just you. You unfortunately learned that the only person that had your back— was you. It was depressing but that’s how things were. That was until you heard Bucky.

“She could be tricking you Buck. It’s still early— you only just met her.” Steve pointed out.

You opened your mouth in shock, confused and hurt with the way he spoke about you. You were talked about like you were a disease and nothing more. What did you ever do to him?

“Again— I know her better than you ever will.” Bucky hissed, the venom unfamiliar— at least with you.

“Look at you, defending her,” Steve laughed, “You’re her bodyguard— not her boyfriend.”

You were again— shocked at Steve’s words. But you forgot your own reaction and slightly peeked around the corner— trying to see Bucky’s reaction. From the thick silence that covered the room, you knew his reaction couldn’t be good.

Just barely you could see the side of Bucky’s face, and one of his arms. His metal one that is. You could see the metal fist shake, the way his jaw was clenched so tightly it looked uncomfortable.

“Thanks for the info but— you need to leave.” You heard Bucky try to say calmly.

You could easily tell that he was still angry, but was trying his hardest to hide it. You wanted to know why that sentence out of them all bothered him the most. Just the random theories flying through your head had you blushing.

You had heard enough, deciding to tip toe back up the stairs— and wait patiently for Bucky to come back up. Should you tell him you had listened in?

You found yourself stuck in an internal debate, until you had heard soft knocking come from your door. You knew who it was. You weren’t sure why you felt shy all of a sudden— Bucky had clearly seen you at a pretty low point. You knew you should tell him you were spying— but found yourself backing down in the moment.

Bucky knew it wasn’t smart to be out while someone was threatening you. But he’d be damned if he let anything happen to you. He’d kill anyone without hesitation if they tried anything towards you.

In fact, he’d cleared out the entire grocery store just for you. Letting you roam freely through the place, in search of your ingredients without having to worry. Instead he kept his eyes trained on the glass doors at the front. He didn’t know if he has the power to request such a thing— but had done it anyway.

He didn’t miss the glaring men across the street, who obviously worked for your Father. They sent him judgmental stares— most likely sending a message to Pierce. Bucky knew he should be worried about his position after going against Pierce’s orders. But he was starting not to care. You were deserving of so much more than what your Father had given you.

He rolled his eyes, breaking his staring contest with the men— focusing back on your humming throughout the isles. The music was muted in the store, leaving the sweet sound of your voice echoing throughout the space.

He wasn’t sure if it was paranoia— but everyone that passed by the window and glanced into the store. He immediately labeled them as the stalker. He wasn’t sure if it was his brain desperately wanting to find them— or if he was just worried about you. He obviously was taking a risk bringing you out, but you didn’t deserve to be locked up.

He knew he needed to tell you, and with his brain going back in fourth in a stressful debate— he had found his answer.

He was going to tell you.

“Okay, I got everything. Ready to go?” You announced, pushing your cart towards the only cashier in the store.

Bucky glanced back at you, giving you a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was still lost in his internal debate.

With a nod of his head, you headed towards the checkout. Bucky watched as you talked politely with the cashier— causing them to smile widely at whatever you were saying.

Truthfully he was too stuck in his head to hear what you were saying, but he wasn’t surprised to find you making someone beam. You seemed to have that effect on people.

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juceynightmare · 10 months

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dating 101 (18+) part 28 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x fem!reader, roman reigns x fem!reader, austin theory x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, angst

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if y/n didn’t dig herself a deeper hole yesterday, she certainly had breached earth’s core at this point. with her head tilted down and austin chuckling under his breath, y/n desperately tried not to make eye contact with roman who was sat at the table conveniently right behind austin and directly in her eyesight. the tension was so thick that y/n swore she was feeling lightheaded from lack of oxygen.

“can they hurry up with the food?” she whispered, feeling scared that they were trying to listen in on her and austin’s conversation.

“how about i lean over, give you a nice kiss, and really give them something to talk about?” austin teased her, biting back a laugh when she flipped him off.

it was austin and y/n day, much like how they used to have in high school whenever they didn’t want to deal with their parents being all lovey dovey in front of them. although cody and ted wished they could have accompanied them when they invited them to join in, cody had a midterm that day and ted made plans with another friend group in between his classes. that left y/n taking austin everywhere around town, showing him all her favorite places and stopping by a few stores downtown to window shop. eventually, they grew hungry and decided to grab lunch at a quaint little hawaiian barbeque restaurant. y/n just hadn’t accounted for the fact that there was a chance that she’d end up seeing roman while she was out with austin.

“do that and i’ll actually kill you.” she grunted, locking eyes with austin and catching his playful gaze.

“i’m sure cody would get to me first.” he mused. just then, another number was called out by the workers and the two of them checked their receipt. “i’ll get it.” austin offered once he realized it was their food, quickly snatching the receipt off the table and getting up before y/n could even process that it was their number that was called out.

this also meant that the barrier between her and roman was gone, and y/n wished she had grabbed the receipt first before she checked if it was their food. she was instantly met with the sight of roman, jimmy, and jey all staring at her as if she’d grown a second head. and suddenly, jimmy was nudging roman and roman was standing up. but before roman could even take a step towards y/n, austin was quickly returning with their food.

austin sat himself back down in his chair, clearly having seen the way roman was just about to invite himself to the table and take austin’s spot. he took their food out of the bag, opening each container to check their contents before setting y/n’s food in front of her. “and your spam musubi, m’lady.” he continued, setting another smaller container in front of her along with her can of passion fruit hawaiian sun. he hummed happily as he handed her the utensils and set the bag aside so that he could open up his box. austin waited until y/n took her first bite before he did. a smile that he was unable to hide crept up on his face as he finally got food into his system, and the same smile reflected on y/n’s own features.

but the failed attempts at hushed whispers behind him were beginning to irritate him. although he had found it humorous at first, austin wasn’t a stranger to times when y/n was visibly uncomfortable. suddenly, austin set his utensils down and turned around in his seat to face the men. “can you just cool it for one day? she’ll talk to you later. but right now, i’m just trying to enjoy a nice lunch with my step-sister.” he asked them, catching a glimpse at their embarrassed expressions before turning back around and being met by y/n’s shocked one. “eat, baby. they’ll stop talking about us and assuming shit if they know what’s good for them.” he addressed her as he pulled up the sleeves of his shirt as a “subtle” warning to the men.

it seemed to work, because when jey stood up to get their own food and returned with them, the other men seemed to slip back into their own conversation that wasn’t focused on who y/n was with. y/n visibly relaxed, her tense shoulders easing out against her frame as she happily began to eat. “thanks.” she muttered in between bites, and this time, austin was biting back a laugh at how she was practically inhaling her food.

he forgot she had a tendency to stress eat.

“no worries. some people just need to learn to mind their own business, you know?” austin replied, this time purposely keeping his voice low so that they couldn’t hear him. he knew that if they had heard what he said, they most certainly woulnd’t be getting out of the restaurant without a confrontration.

“i don’t even know what i’m going to say to him before our lab tomorrow. like, oh hey! yeah, it’s not you, it’s me.” she huffed out as austin handed her a napkin, quickly thanking him before wiping her mouth with the napkin.

“see, that phrase only works if it’s not you, though. i don’t make the roles, i simply enforce them.” austin said, watching as she struggled to open up can before finally reaching over and opening it for her. “god, are you this worked up over it? you’re stuffing your face like crazy and you can’t even open up a can.”

“yes!” she said, rather loudly because it earned them the stares from the other patrons in the restaurant and not just roman, jimmy, and jey. she looked around with an embarrassed expression and waited until everyone went back to their own meals. “sorry. as i was saying, it’s not exactly a comfortable and easy conversation to have.” she muttered, taking a long sip from her drink the same time that austin drank his water.

they had fallen back into their own rhythm easily. y/n was talking to austin as if the centerpiece of her worries wasn’t sitting just directly behind him. in that moment, it was just y/n and austin in the world, and although they may not be out in a random field staring up at the stars and talking about their worries in life, somehow the hawaiian barbeque restaurant seemed to transport them to that place.

austin shrugged his shoulders, setting down his cup before picking up his utensils again. “rip off the bandaid. always easiest that way. besides, it’s not like you’re hesitating about who you’re choosing. it’s pretty obvious who you’re going to pursue.” he told her, his tone bordering an ‘i told you so’ manner that had y/n wanting to reach over and smack austin.

“well, yeah but i don’t feel good about leading him on. it’s not like i meant to do it, you know? i’m just stupid.” she muttered, wiping down her hands before reaching for her spam musubi. “want a bite?” she asked, holding the food out for austin.

he leaned over, taking a bite before sitting back in his chair. he chewed his food, and watched as y/n seemed to delve deep in her own thoughts. he spoke after swallowing his food, “we’re not having this same conversation, y/n.” he went back to eating his own food, muttering lowly, “impact matters more than intention. but you can’t change anything about that either. you just have to learn from it, baby. and i know you. you’ll bounce back from this, you’ve come back from worse, and this time, you have cody.”

she smiled apologetically at austin, reminding herself that maybe she was getting a bit repetitive with her own thoughts. she was just thankful that austin didn’t seem to mind still reassuring her in the end, no matter how many times he had to hear it. the two continued to eat their food, moving on from their previous conversation and simply taking the time to catch up now that they were both sober. eventually, their food was done but neither of them moved from their seats, leaning against their crossed forearms on the table to lean towards each other and continue their conversation.

she was so enamored with her conversation with austin that she hadn’t even realized roman, jimmy, and jey had all left soon after they finished eating. jimmy and jey had tried to wave their goodbyes to her, but roman had simply tugged them away before y/n could even look in their direction.

her phone buzzing was what cut their conversation short, and one glance at her phone let her know that ted was calling her. she showed the contact to austin, who nodded his head as if letting her know to answer it, before sitting back in his seat and fishing out his own phone so he could scroll through social media while she took the call.

“hello?” she answered, pressing the phone against her ear.

“you and austin done eating?” ted asked. there was an odd tone to his voice, one that y/n hadn’t ever heard before. he sounded as though he was trying to stay calm and collected, but y/n could just tell that he was bottling up something like anger.

“yeah, we’re probably going to head back to the dorms after this and nap. i’m about 5 minutes away from a food coma. why, what’s up?” she asked, already beginning to put her trash into the plastic bag. austin followed her, his eyebrow cocked up in question at her words.

“stay away from roman.” ted warned her.

she was taken aback by ted’s sudden words. she expected this type of behavior from cody, but ted? there wasn’t a reason for ted to be telling her to stay away from roman - after all, ted wasn’t the one that was involved in their drama like that. it was as if ted could feel her confusion through the phone, and answered her next question before she could even ask him.

“cody asked randy if he said anything to him while blackout drunk. it’s pretty bad and you need to be told everything in person.” ted sighed, still trying to stay calm and collected over the phone.

“i’ll fucking kill him!” cody’s voice suddenly rang in the background, and from what y/n could only assume by the ruffling sounds over the phone, cody had pulled the phone from ted. “sweetheart, you won't believe the shit i just fucking learned. i'm going to shove my foot so far up roman's ass for thinking he can just pull this shit on you.”

her mouth hung open in shock, and before y/n could even let her confusion be known, ted was already back on the phone. “don’t worry about that for now. knock once you’re here and we’ll tell you everything. it’s cool if you bring austin along. love you.”

before she could even say bye, the call was already over and y/n was left with staring up into austin’s concerned gaze. she was so captivated by the strange phone call that she wasn’t even aware that austin had thrown out their trash for her and was standing up beside her.

“everything alright?” he asked her, holding his hand out for her to take and guiding her out of her seat once she did so.

“the boys have something to tell me. they said you could come along.” she answered.

austin simply nodded his head, making sure they didn’t leave anything on the table or their seats before he was already leading y/n out of the restaurant. “let’s go, baby. sounded pretty bad from all the yelling i heard over the phone. best we get there as soon as possible.”

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The Halloween party

Pairing : recom!miles Quaritch x fem!human!reader

Tags : smut, daddy kink, slight choking. Superior kink

Summary: With Halloween slowly approaching, bridgehead decides to throw a Halloween party for the RDA. The reader and her friends decide to attend the part in Playboy costumes. Harboring a crush on Colonel Quaritch, she always stays away from him. But what happens when she catches his eye tonight.

Buried deep in paperwork. That's how it always was. You didn't quite mind it, though. Yes, it was stressful, but it gave you something to do rather than to wallow in self-pity.

"Hey you!"

You were quick to wip your head around. It was Jessica, a scientist you had met along the way that you had come quite acquainted with. You would even consider her a friend. "You should so come to the party tomorrow. I heard lyle is going to be there!" She whispered. Jessica always had a huge crush on him; but you couldn't blame her for the fact that you couldn't even be in the same room as Colonel Miles Quaritch because of the ways he made you feel. "Huh? What party?" You ask in confusion. You knew Halloween was in just a few hours, for the clock had read 10:49 pm, but you didn't know of any party happening. Maybe only a select few were chosen to go? "Well, if you would get your head put of all the papers on your desk, maybe you'd know." She rolled her eyes. She was quick to put that aside, though. "It's a Halloween party. You know, since Halloween is tomorrow." Oh. "But when did we start doing that?" "I don't know, but it's going to be awesome. I just know it!" You had taken a minute to think about it. Sure, you had more work to do, but you rarely get yourself out there and have fun. "What are we going to wear, and who all are we going with?" You had asked her. "Oh dont, you worry about a single thing. I got the perfect outfit for us. Also, a few of my friends are going to tag along, if that's okay?" Before you had the chance to answer, she was quick to shove a box in your hands, one that you hadn't realized she had. "This is what we are going to wear. Meet here at 1700 sharp. Don't be late." And she was quick to scurry of with that. Deciding you're done with your work for today, you get up and head to your room for some sleep.

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Getting up from your seat that you have been glued to all day, only taking time to get up and go to the bathroom, but not even eating, you start to head to your room. Walking to the elevator, pressing the button, and waiting patiently. You had your head down fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. That's when you hear the ding of the elevator opening; so you take a step forward only to stop suddenly at the shoes in your line of vision. Your head was quick to snap up. Him. That's all you could see. That's all you could think of in the moment. "Move it, nerd." Miles had said harshly. You quickly backed up to give him and the rest of his group, lyle, and z-dog out of the elevator.

Now, it was not the first time someone had called you nerd. You have always been the one to focus on your studies and keep good grades in school. But that never stopped you from having friends. As their loud footsteps recede, you watch his, Mile's back from afar as he mumbles only something the group could hear, which makes them laugh. Shaking your head of all thoughts, you quickly step into the elevator before it shuts on you.

Stepping into your room, you sit on your bed, thinking. About? Everything. About him. About how you want his hand around your throat as he pou-. Blushing, standing up to take your mind off of that, you grab the box that Jessica had given you. Opening it up, you gasp in shock. She so did not want you to wear this. You were so not going to wear this. Holding it up to your body, looking into the mirror, you role your eyes. The soft material in your hands, it was clearly going to be fitting on you. Looking into the box, you found bunny years, wrist cuffs, and a neck cuff. That's when you notice the note at the bottom of the box. "You're going to look so sexy in this! Maybe Miles might see you and have a good time with you!". Rolling your eyes, you walk back to the mirror. Hell, why not.

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"There you are girl!" Jessica shouts. Luckily, everyone was already at the party, so the loudness in her voice didn't bother anyone. You had your costume on but with a trench coat over top of it. "Don't you look good." You comment to the girls standing in front of you. The smiling girls thanked you and were quick to pull your coat off of you to show your outfit. "Hell yeah, you look delicious!" Jessica comments. "Maybe you'll get lucky with your lover boy tonight." Rolling your eyes, you and the girls start to walk to the main room where the party is located.

After about an hour of drinking and talking. Your tipsy mind is quick to be pulled away from the group of girls into a random man's arms. Swaying your body with his to the music, you scan the room. After a few seconds, your eyes were quick to lock with the colonel's. How long has he been watching you grind on this man? How long has he waited for you to notice him? Miles looks you up and down, licking his lips, and he beckons you over to him with a come hither motion with his fingers. With a bit of resistance, you politely excused yourself from the man who was too drunk to your liking. You quickly made your way to Miles when only halfway to him he turned on his heels and walked away. Curiosity took over you, and you stumbled after him into a few hallways away from the main room. Once you turned the corner into one of the hallways, you were quickly pinned to the wall with your hands behind your back.

"Such a tease bunny, I swear." His husky voice whispered near your ear. Bunny, he called you bunny, was it because of your costume? With a whimper, you rebeled, "I'm not a tease," you said with a whine. Miles huffed, "Not a tease? Always prancing around in those tight shirts I can practically see through. And grinding on that guy? That's not teasing?" "I'm sorry, sir." You mewl. Unexpectedly, that sets Miles off. He groans and ruts into you like a cat in heat. "Say it again, bunny ." If you didn't know him, you'd think he was begging. But Colonel Miles Quaritch doesn't beg. He demands. "I-im, sorry, sir." There he goes again, ruting into you. This time, you feel it. His bulge right on your backside. You whimper, from the feeling of it, he's huge. "Do you want this?" He asks, and you nod your head. "No, bunny, I need you to say it." "I want this, please, sir." You beg, desperate for more of him. "Good girl." And with that, he yanks down your body suit, leaving the top half of your body naked. Then he rips your pantyhoes down the middle of the crotch. You mentally thank yourself for not wearing any panties. Miles groans when your scent fills his nose. For his new body comes heightened senses, including smell. He then pushes his long, thick fingers into your slit, gathering all its juices. "So wet for me, bunny." He purrs. You whine at his touch. Yes, you have touched yourself many times to the thought of him but never did it compared to the sensation you're feeling now. After a little while of touching your slit, you feel him prodding at your entrance, which makes you yelp. He slowly pushes his fingers inside you; making him groan with how tight you are. Pumping them in and out of you, you moan. "Shhh, don't want anyone hearing us, do you now?" He asks playfully. But that's when he feels you tighten around his fingers. He tsks. "Naughty, naughty girl." He chuckles. Not too long after you feel your orgasm approaching. "So close, I'm so close! Please. Can I come?" You plead. Miles looks down at you. Giving you a smirk. "Go ahead, little girl. Come for me." And with that, your orgasm hits you, coming all over his hand.

While coming down from your high, Miles, lets go of your hands and flips you over so your back is now on the wall. He hoists you up into his arms, making you wrap your legs around his thin waist. It takes you a while to realize he picked you up like you weighted nothing, making you blush. "I've stretched you out already. Do you think you're ready?" He questions. "Yes, oh God, yes. Please, sir." He chuckles at your pleas. Miles lines himself up with your slick hole. He slowly pushes into you, first his til, with makes him groan. "God bunny, so tight around my cock. Feels so good. " Slowly, he inches himself into you more and more; making you whine and moan. Soon, Miles bottoms out. He somehow manages to restrain himself from just taking you the way he wants to. " Are you ready girl?" He grits out though his sharp teeth. Unable to respond quite yet, you nod. With that he pulls put to his tip and pushes back in; making you cry out loudly. After a while you come to your high again, and Miles can tell as he feels you squeezing around him. "D-daddy feels so good, gonna come. Please." You manage to get out through all you moans. You were so lost in bliss that you hadn't realized what you had said. Though Miles did. His thrust became off rhythm, and he almost choked. Soon that goes away he he picks back up again going faster than before. "That's it baby, come for Daddy." And with that your orgasm floods over you. Mike's not too longer after, becomes sloppy with his thrusts and his groans gets louder. "Where do you want me bunny?" He asks. "In me please daddy." You squeak out. And with that Miles is bottoming out in you, with your tight count milking him dry.

After sitting there for a few minutes trying to catch your breath, Miles sets you down gently. He notices some of his come leaking put of you so you scoops it up with two fingers and pushes it back inside your cunt. "Where it belongs." He says. Miles makes sure you got dressed before whispering into your ear. "I'll see you tomorrow, bunny." And with that, he walks away. Standing there for a few more minutes to gather your thoughts, you shake your head smiling, and walk back to the party.

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luhwndrs · 1 year

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SPENCER REID X Y/N

SMUT

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"Your files are never organised Y/N/L!" Garcia proceeded to clearly point that out to everyone as her heels alerted her presence.

Of course they are not, why would they be? In my mind I know where everything is, do I relay want to make my job easy for anyone to snoop in? I don't think so. I turn around and look at the blonde and smile at her sweetly, "Oh darling if you saw my closet you'd drop dead like the case in '95." I chuckled and returned my eyes to my papers. "What case?" Her voice went down a notch, you can tell she was confused and didn't understand the case. "There was this unsub who released--" Reid began to explain, "Hold your smartness pretty boy, let her wonder in her deep and dark fantasies." Morgan joined in with a smirk on his face.

I smiled at the two men, Reid awkwardly smiled at Morgan and Garcia before looking back down at his files. Not too long after the conversation had finished, Rossi came out "We've got a case everyone." We all stood up and walked to the meeting room where we took our seats. Hotchner and Emily were together, whilst Morgan was in the middle next to Reid and I. JJ handed out the files of this case and started her powerpoint.

"5 murders in the last month, each happened on a Sunday and at the same time, Unfortunately none of the victims have anything in common, or at least from what we can see. The killings are all different depending on the gender." She laid out the facts and figures for us, Hotchner joined in, "It seems like he is more gentle and careful with the females whereas with the males he's.." Reid finished his sentence off for him "Aggressive. There might be an underlying reason, maybe a father figure or a boyfriend that has made him into taking out his anger into the victims."

"Maybe he's more careful with the victims because of how his mother treated him whenever he got hurt or even possibly abused by his dad." I added onto Reid's theory. "And he might be killing them just to take out his anger from his mother. Maybe the mother was also being abused and she knew it but didn't want to leave." Prentiss suggested. Everyone had good theories on this case so it may be easy to solve it.

***

We managed to catch the unsub and some of out theories were correct, we were surprised it didn't take a long time to trace everything and find him. This recalled for a night out with the team. Morgan was the first one to enter the bar, as per usual, whilst Reid was the last. He never liked bars or let alone any social functions.

"We will all have whiskeys, baby!" Derek alerted the bartender as he took a seat into the booth, Garcia slid next to him whilst Emily sat besides her. JJ was too busy with Will and her new family, so she didn't bother to join us even though she really needed it. Me and Reid sat next to each other, trying to adjust myself in order to make sure that his personal space is protected and that none of me was touching him whatever so slightly.

The bartender settled down the trays of drinks and smiled us, "Well pretty boy, wanna tell us about the new girl?" Derek started the conversation off, Garcia's eyes widened as she looked over the Spencer whilst Emily was shocked but also impressed. I on the other hand, I was confused but did not display my reaction. "What new girl?" Spencer cleared his throat and started to blink faster. "Oh come on pretty boy, you haven't said many words lately so we all figure out some cat got your tongue for sure." He smirked, shooting his sparkly eyes towards my way. I gave him a quick chuckle alongside with a smirk as well, 'The fuck does he mean??'

My head was only filled with question mark symbols , is this why Spencer barely talks to anyone? is this why he has been avoiding me the whole investigation today? what the fuck is going on?

I sigh softly as I take the shot meant for me and down it, "There is no girl Derek." Spencer replied with his serious expression, "Whatever you say.." Derek looked away only to check out different girls dancing. "You know Spence, it is not that bad to go out in a while and meet new people." Emily added onto Derek's comment. "It is not about meeting new people, I am capable of doing that myself in different settings too. I am just happy with the people in my life already." He huffed out, you could notice he was starting to get worked up. "Where would you go to meet new people Reid?" I ask curiously. He looked at me with a blank expression, his eyes showing the fire in him, "Fine don't reply to me, it's not like you have broken a word to me the whole day." I grab his drink and down it as well, he was not going to drink that whiskey and no way am I letting it go to waste, I slid out of the booth and onto the dance floor, Morgan was quick to follow me as his hands rested on my hips.

Garcia and Emily continued talking to Spencer, but his eyes would often drift off to me and Derek dancing together. Why is he concerned? I wrap my arms around Derek's neck, "All right lil mama.." He whispered in my ear, "Don't get too ahead of yourself Derek." I chuckle as I sway my body against his.

Eventually the dancing came to an end not long after Emily and Penelope joined us, Spencer however, he stayed in his seat examine everyones movements. I stumble over to the booth with a smile on my face, "You having fun?" Spencer asked sarcastically, "So much." I replied with a sly smile. "I'm going to take Y/N home, hope you guys enjoy your night out." Spencer announced, Derek looked at him annoyed but understanding at the same time "You always taking away my dancing partner." Garcia was quick to look at him and hit him softly on his chest "You got me silly." She chuckled, I also chuckled as I got dragged away from the dancing floor and out of the bar.

I got into his car and buckled up my seat belt, "Where you taking me..?" I slurred my speech as I looked at him with a seductive look. "My place." He replied sternly, "No need to be so tensed baby." I smirked at him as my hand reached out to stroke his thigh, but he was quick to grab my wrist and throw it towards me, "Don't dare to make up now for the shit you did with Derek," He almost growled through his teeth as he started to drive, "I was watching you the whole time, the way you were touching your body against his, swaying in the same motion, grinding up against him." His grip around the steering wheel began to strengthen, "Don't even think about making up for all the shit you did now." Spencer finished off his sentence.

This definitely sobered me up, but why the fuck was he being so over protective, he hasn't broken a word or a sentence to me the whole day till now. "You haven't even said a word to me the entire day and you expect me to greet you and talk to you nicely when you've been avoiding me for days?" I build up the courage to spit it out. He stopped the car, and didn't say a thing, not even look at me "Typical.." I mumble under my breath. He was the first to get out of the car, followed by me opening the car door but he was quick to grab the door and hold it open whilst adjusting his grip around my wrist, dragging me out of the car. Slamming the door shut and locking up the car he walked me to his apartment.

Still no word.

Not even a look.

Nothing.

I let out an annoyed sigh as my eye slept looking up at him expecting him to say something but he only cleared his throat as the elevator dinged, announcing that we are on the right floor. He walked out of the elevator, with me following behind him like a dog. I run my tongue across my front teeth, to show that I was already too annoyed. "Drop the attitude." His voice was low, and the annoyance in his voice could be heard. He opened the door and pushed me inside by my shoulder, stumbling in I turned around with my eyebrows narrowed, "The fuck was that for-"

His hands were pressed firmly on my hips as he pushed me into the door, his breath was reflected back on my neck, no lights were on so I could only feel his hands. "I haven't been avoiding you baby," He said pleading, his fingers brushed my hair out of my face, "I've been needing you."

Shit.

Fuck.

I swallow my pride and try to see his eyes, "I didn't know.." I reply in a whisper, "Of course you haven't," His fingers traced my body, from my face to my neck, down my chest and to my hips, "You love to play games with me," a chuckle slipped out "Oh and how you play your games so clueless," His breath could be felt more heavier on my neck, rising up to my ear and planting a kiss just below my ear lobe, "Leaving me all hard at work," another kiss was placed but lower, "Leaving me wondering about your body," another kiss was planted on my collar bone, "Leaving me thinking about your moans," He kissed the middle of my lower neck, seeing the shadow of his curls bouncing up, his face facing me only, "Leaving me thinking about all the things I want to do to you."

"And only you."

I couldn't say anything to him, he won my own game, he knew how to play my game. My hands were tangled into his soft curls as our lips crashed into each other, our teeth and tongues fighting each other for domination. His body pressed up against mine, as his hands travelled to my thighs and squeeing them letting me know to jump onto him. I was quick to wrap my legs around his torso allowing him to grind against me. "Didn't know that you knew how to make a girl weak.." I whisper as we pull apart for air, "Oh? I made you weak now Y/N?" You could hear the smirk in his tone, "Wait till you see what I have planned for you baby."

His hands were firmly gripped around my thighs, walking me to his bedroom and throwing me on the bed gently. "If these walls could talk, you'd know all the moans were because of you." I take a deep breath as I try to sit up, with the support of my elbows. I could only see him taking off his buttoned shirt off and unbuckling his belt, but not sliding off his trousers. His cold hands slid across my thighs, towards my chest and close enough to unbutton the top three buttons of my shirt, leaving him only exposed to my cleavage, kissing down the middle, it made me arch my back slightly wanting more.

"You're so needy." His hands rubbed my thighs in circles as his kisses became more sloppy, this is what I've dreamt of every night. He continued to unbutton my shirt till he reached the rim of my skirt, he felt the zip on the side of my hip and slowly dragged the zip down. "Spencer.." I let out a groan wanting him to hurry up and fuck me senseless, "Say it baby." He lifted himself up so our faces aligned.

"I want you." I breathed out as his faced nuzzled into my neck and began to attack it with bites and kisses, pleasure and pain was his only combination. His hands working with the clothes fast, ripping them apart, off of my body and throwing them on the floor. His hands ripped my tights apart as well, leaving me only in my black set. "Promise me that you will tell me if you want me to slow down Y/N." He whispered into my ear before devouring me with his lips. I nodded my head quickly and let him take over my body.

"Fuck, I've been wanting to do this for so long." He mumbled as his fingers teased my clit through my panties. "Your pretty face, full of desperation," He pressed down on my clit, adding the right pressure to cause me to let out a soft moan, "Your body arching up as I touch you," He added more pressure making me squirm and tightening my thighs around his hand, "In all of the right places." His other hand pushed one of my knees apart, wanting me to keep my legs opened as he slid off my panties.

The hot breath reflected on my slit as he used both of his hands to spread out my pussy and began to lick the clit only, teasing me, trying all the ways he could think of. My hands were wrapped tightly around his curls trying to push his head inwards for him to keep going but his strength overpowered mine. "Not yet baby." He mumbled as he started to lick more, across my clit, exploring every inch of me. The vibrations made my moan and close my thighs again once more, but he place his arms on my hips holding me down steadily and starting to devouring me more. I swear I could only see black and red in his room, the fact that eye contact did not matter to him, only my moans could feel his void.

His left one of his hands across my hip as he slid his other hand down to my pussy, inserting two fingers in, watching my back arching, feeling how wet I am and how I only kept on getting more wet. His tongue began to do more work, his eyes looking up at me as one of my hand set go of his curls and grabbed the bedsheets. Moans were the only way I could communicate with him right now, the way his tongue explored me and his fingers curling up every time I only got louder. "I want everyone to hear you Y/N." Spencer's voice groaned as he could feel himself getting harder, "Fuck.." He mumbled against my clit as my thighs started to shake slightly.

But suddenly he stopped.

He took out his fingers and detached himself from me, grabbing me by my jaw and neck, he rose me up to sit up. His hands took my hands and placed him on his thighs, I already knew what he wanted. "Go ahead princess," His groans only made me bite my lip as I palmed him through his trousers, seeing him throwing his head back and watching his Adam's apple lowering. I licked my lips, before unzipping his trousers and teasing him by playing with his waistband. "Don't try to tease me Y/N." He looked back down as his hand traced my cheekbone and slapped me, making my head turn and my hair covering my face. I whimpered at the slap as I looked back at him "You will get more worse if you keep on trying to tease me.." He smiled at me as he began to trace my cheekbone again, easing up the pain.

I dragged down his boxers, as I grabbed his dick and began to twist both of my hands up and down, placing the tip in my mouth. Tasting the precum, I began to take more of him, moving my hands lower as my mouth didn't cover that part. His groans encouraged me to take more of him, as his hand got tangled in my hair, softly pushing my head down more. "Keep going princess." He moaned as he began to thrust his hips into my mouth, looking up at him as seeing him throwing his head back and leaving his mouth gaping wide. I started to pick up my pace, as so did his thrust, his hand kept up with my pace as he hissed through his teeth. His moans and groans caused me to moan as I was taking him fully, sending vibration throughout his body.

His hand slid down my neck, pressing down on the pressure points as I began to gag, "Fuck yes Y/N," Spencer moaned out, "Just like that baby." He praised me as his dick only made me gag more and more. His grip adding more pressure on my neck making my eyes roll back and feeling the lack of oxygen. My hands used his hips as support whilst he controlled what he wanted to do with me, the pace, how deep he wanted to go in, and mainly the pressure on my neck.

He must've profiled me to know all of my kinks.

He stops, and pushes me gently onto the bed. His body crashed with mine, attaching ourselves to each other, "On top." he said as he rested his hands on my hips. "Yes sir." I say with a pleasure as I align myself with his dick. "Keep saying that baby." He moaned out as he could feel the heat from me, "Can I, sir?" I smirked wanting to tease him, hoping it would work. But his grip on my hips pushed down, both of moaning at the same time. "Fuck yes.." He breathed out as he began to thrust himself into me. I aligned my face with his as his fingers pressed down on my hips, leaving bruises on my body. Our lips crashing into each other as my body continued to ride him in the same motion as his thrusts. But he slowly stopped and let me continue my motions, only with the help of his hands.

Fuck, this feels so good.

"Spencer.." I moan out as I rise up to ride him, one of his hands travelling up my ribs and latching onto my breast, grabbing it and playing with the nipple knowing it was a pressure point for females. I couldn't stop myself from moaning. I wanted more of him. I wanted him in me, on me, I wanted him to give me all of the pain and pleasure in the world. I threw my head back as my motion started to slow down, he was qui to notice of course. His hands took more control of the motion as his thrust started again.

"Princess, you're so tight.." He moaned into my ear as I fell onto his chest, trying to hold myself up with the grip of the beds frame. "Please Spencer.. I need you so bad." I moaned into his ear as my breathing became more heavy and ragged. "Keep begging." He commanded as his thrust were faster by each minute.

"Please.." I whisper, not being able to rise my voice.

He didn't respond.

"Please.." I whimper as his thrusts became harder.

Nothing.

"Please sir!" I whimper out loud as he growls and grabs my ass in order to help himself to penetrate me deeper. "Again."

"Please sir." I moan louder as his hands began to slap my ass, rubbing it after each slap to smooth the pain down, making sure that I am not in too much pain. "Again."

My body was tired from his demands, the lack of oxygen was affecting me as I only moaned out "Please daddy.." not knowing what it could lead to. Spencer moans "Y/N.." as he can feel himself closer and so can I, "Spencer.." I moan out, "I'm so close princess." He groans as I began to help him, "Shit.." I hiss through my teeth and I grab his shoulders and dig my nails into his skin leaving lunar symbols.

"Cum for me Y/N.." He moans as we both start to cum at the same time, breathing out all of our sins and collapsing on each other, attaching our bodies again.

"Thank you Y/N.." Spencer whispered as he wrapped his arms around my vulnerable body and reaching for the blanket to cover us both. "For what?" I ask curiously, "For everything princess." He says with a smile as he kisses my forehead and takes a deep breath. I smile as I nuzzle my face into his face and wrap my arms around his body as well, taking in all the closure I can from him.

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hanluex · 2 years

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♡ MORE THAN JUST KISSING YOU — JASON TODD

footballer!jason x fem!reader | wc : 0.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, mild cursing, college au, petnames, best friends to lovers, mentions of drinking, mentions of feeling/being sick | request : can we have more of football jason? i really think it’s a cute concept!

“dude, where is y/n? she’s never late for class.”

gar wondered, glancing between the door and the clock, getting jason’s attention with his words.

before the brunet could question, rachel took her seat next to the green-haired male, answering the questions she knew the two males had by just looking at them.

“y/n has a terrible hangover after the party yesterday. she was sick from the moment she woke up. i offered to stay and take care of her, but she told me she was fine,” she explained, taking out her books and placing it on the table.

jason furrowed his brows, trying to connect the dots. you didn’t enjoy drinking. why would you drink to the point of getting sick? he tried to guess, causing gar to answer, having a faint idea of what the elder was thinking.

“you know how y/n is.” he shrugged. “if everyone around her is drinking, she drinks out of formality. and since it was the end-of-semester party yesterday, everyone went wild.”

the brunet sighed, shaking his head to himself. classic you, giving into peer pressure. he cursed his luck, having opted to go for football practice instead of attending the party. maybe i could’ve stopped you from drinking, he thought.

“are you sneaking out after attendance today, too?” rachel inquired, directing the question at jason, which got a scoff from the green-haired male beside her.

“of course he’s skipping. when does he ever sit through a class?” gar quipped, sitting straight as their professor walked in.

it was a known fact that jason todd barely sat through lectures, only staying until they took their attendance before sneaking out the back.

and even if he sat through a class, it was rare for him to take down at least one word their professors were saying.

jason sat there, mind elsewhere, as he zoned out until the class ended.

today was different, though. you, the overly studious student he kept annoying during the entire lecture, weren’t there.

part of him wanted to stick to his schedule and sneak out to check on you, but part of him knew you’d want him to stay in class.

you hate taking gar’s notes because it’s all over the place, and you also hate taking rachel’s notes because her handwriting gives you a headache. jason sighed, considering the choices he had. yep, there’s only one thing to do.

reaching inside his bag, the cocky all-star football player of gotham university made a lot of heads turn when he took out a book before fishing for a pen and placing it on his table.

rachel’s mouth fell open at the sight, surprised while gar smiled knowingly, having an idea why the jason todd was not skipping and taking notes for the first time in class.

“i knew y/n had jason wrapped around her finger. dick owes me twenty bucks.”

jason todd walked into the dorm you shared with rachel (who was currently at the library), quietly taking his steps since he knew you’d be asleep.

he couldn’t help but smile at the change of roles, since it was always you who tended to him when he was sick after getting wasted.

the friendship you and jason had was quite odd to anyone — even your closest friends.

the two of you were completely different; one quiet, the other loud, one careful, while the other was reckless.

your friendship dated way back to your middle school days, ever since the day jason lent you his jacket after you accidentally dropped water on your favorite shirt.

from that day onwards, the two of you were inseparable. with jason throwing away his dream colleges to make sure you two were in the same one.

well, now that you see it, this clearly wasn’t the usual friendships you’d read about. it was quite obvious, really. jason todd was in love with his best friend, and in typical jason fashion, he ignored his feelings because he didn’t want to lose you.

the brunet closed the blinds in the room, sitting on the bed’s corner and patting your legs to wake you. “wake up, princess. i got you food,” he called softly, moving closer and running his fingers through your hair as you stirred in your sleep.

“jace?” you muttered, squinting your eyes as you recognized his voice. “why are you here?” you sat up, sleepily leaning against the male as he held you upright.

“rachel said you were sick. i came to check up on you.”

“jason, you didn’t–” you couldn’t get to finish the sentence, the brunet cutting you off. “i got you food. and i also took down today’s notes for you, too.” his words caused you to widen your eyes, blinking slowly as you wondered if he had just said he took down notes for you.

seeing the look of disbelief on your face, jason left you for a second. he returned with the book in hand as you looked dazed. jason took notes? impossible. your mouth hung open as you flipped through the pages of the book, recognizing the male’s neat handwriting.

“the threshold for copyright must record it as a permanent form as it is an expression…” you trailed off, completely in awe. “jason, i fucking love you. this is better than any note i’ve taken down. i could kiss you right now. this is literally the best—”

jason tilted his head, smugly smiling. “did you just say you could kiss me right now?” he inquired, causing you to raise your brows.

“seriously?” you sighed, narrowing your eyes. “only heard that from everything i said?” you couldn’t help but chuckle, unable to remain serious with him.

“that’s the only sentence that matters to me.”

“well, raincheck on that kiss, because i’m sick right now.”

the smirk never faded as jason leaned forward. “maybe a kiss could unsicken you,” he suggested, trapping you between his arms as he held himself up.

your eyes widened in shock. “i just know you didn’t just say unsicken, jason. what even–” your words fizzled as the male leant closer.

“yeah, you were saying?”

“jason, w-what are you trying to do?”

the brunet shrugged nonchalantly. “i’m trying to kiss you,” he muttered. “though this isn’t exactly how i pictured it.”

now it was your turn to be smug, even though you were a blushing mess. “so you’ve pictured kissing me, huh?” you knew you’d be eating your words later, considering jason had a no-filter motormouth.

“oh, princess, i’ve pictured more than just kissing you.”

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ughgoaway · 5 months

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home for christmas // day 11

content warnings; swearing, weed and just general anxiety lol

a/n; omg the second to last fic already!! (if we ignore the 2 I haven't finished from past days...) anyway when it's a flashback the text is in italic, I hope it's clear what's happening lol <3

word count; 1.9k

(this fic takes place after they've gotten together)

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“Darling, you've got everything, don't worry” Matty assures you as he locks the front door and grabs the bags from your hands, refusing to let you carry them.

“Are you sure we have your mum's gift?” You ask chewing on your lip anxiously.

“Yes, we-”

“What about Lincoln’s gift? Do we have that, too?” you say, interrupting Matty and chasing after him as he walks down the concrete stairs to the car.

He pauses where he stands, drops the bags, and pulls you in. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Matty starts to speak but stops himself. One hand slides from your waist up to your lip and pulls it out from between your teeth.

As his hand slides back, he begins to reassure you, “My darling, we have absolutely everything. We’ve also got Louis present packed, annies ready in the car, and buzzing to see her nanny. You’ll be fine, okay? There’s no need to panic.” he gently smiles and pulls you closer. Instinctively, you burrow your head in his neck and breathe him in, matty smiles and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Sorry. First Christmas as a couple with your mum just has me panicking a little. But you're totally right, it's fine.” You mumble into Matty's jumper. Eventually, you pull your head back and shoot Matty a nervous smile. Reluctantly, you both pull away and finish your walk to the car.

“Are you excited, Annie?” You ask, reaching back and ticking her stomach lightly. You can't help the massive smile that fills your face at her excited giggles. She weakly slaps your hand away as she laughs.

As you get in, you immediately spin around to look at Annie in the back. She's sitting in her car seat with the happiest look on her face. ready with a poorly wrapped present gripped in her hands, the one she had made ready for Denise.

She insisted on wrapping it herself and wanted to keep it with her the whole journey, just to make sure it arrived safe. Next to her was a little lunchbox filled with snacks for the journey. You could tell Matty had been stuck with a screaming child in the back of his car on this trip far too many times to not be prepared.

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She nods assuredly, “So excited! And im gonna stay awake the whole time to talk to you and Daddy.” she says confidently.

Despite it being 7 a.m., she was filled with enough energy to power your journey back to manchester, so you almost believed her.

Not even 1 hour later, Annie's gentle snores could be heard from the front of the car. You shot Matty a fond look, and he was already grinning to himself.

“Ooh she almost made it to an hour this time, a new record!” he joked, flicking his eyes up to the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of his sleeping daughter. You watched his eyes light up as he looked at her. He stared at her as long as he could, but soon enough, the road demanded his attention.

Every other time he’d brought a girlfriend home he was wracked with nervousness, chewing at the skin around his nails, and quizzing her on facts about his family before they arrived. But he knew it would work with you. It always just worked with you.

In his peripheral vision, Matty couldn't help but notice your jiggling legs. Clearly, you were still filled with nerves about spending your first Christmas with his family.

But Matty couldn't be less anxious if he tried.

Denise saw how Matty looked at you that night at the nativity play. She saw the light in her son's eyes as you spoke. She knew it was over for him the second they walked into that room, and all he did was seek you out. So she already loved you. If you made her son that happy; how could she not?

But Matty sympathised with your nerves. He decided there was only one way to really calm you down. It was time to bring out the embarrassing teenage stories, the first of many you would hear this Christmas, he's sure.

“I’m gonna tell you a story to try and calm you down, okay, sweetheart?” Matty said softly, moving his hand from the gear, resting it on your shaking thigh in an effort to stop your bouncing leg.

You look over at him with pinched eyebrows, “Okay..” You start suspiciously, “What kind of story?” Your hand slides over his on your thigh, and you intertwine your fingers without a second thought.

“Ah now you have to promise to not laugh at me or hate me afterwards, yeah?” he says with a sly smirk on his face. Snapping his head between you and the road, Matty waits for your tentative nod to continue.

“Okay, so this is the story of the very worst Christmas of my life, just so you realise there's nothing you could do to fuck it up worse than this.” Matty squeezed your hand as he finished in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture.

“Cmon, how bad could it be?” You say innocently,

“Well, it was the first time my mum found out I was smoking weed, so needless to say it wasn't great”

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Freshly baked gingerbread sat on the kitchen side, underneath it, a decorative Christmas blanket embroidered with each name of the Healy family.

“Boys! Gingerbread!” Denise shouts up the stairs, midday on Christmas meant it was time for both her boys to run off to their rooms and use all their new gifts, Denise has been hearing the strumming of Matty’s new guitar all day.

Matty comes tumbling down the stairs, obviously excited at the prospect of freshly baked cookies. He takes in the living room, which his mum had been cleaning in preparation for visitors later. The Christmas tree sat in the corner, covered in a mixture of homemade decorations and ornate ornaments.

It was Louis job at the tinsel, so it was a bit haphazard, but he's pretty sure his mum adjusted it once Louis walked far enough away. Warm lights string around the room and the tree, creating that Christmas arua his mum strived for. Finally, sitting atop the tree was a slightly wonky angel, put on by Louis as Matty held him up. Denise didn't have the heart to adjust that one.

Right now, all the lights just looked hazy to Matty. Maybe it was the christmas spirit! or maybe it's because he was stoned out of his mind..

Ross had hooked him up with some nice stuff for Christmas, and Matty had decided what better time to smoke it than just before Christmas dinner. Just as the munchies kicked in, Matty could swoop in and eat his weight in turkey and stuffing. Then he would go up to his room and fall asleep in a food coma, overall a very solid plan.

He didn't, however, factor in his mum's early baking mixed with his lowered inhibitions. He also forgot to factor in his mum wasn't an idiot and when he came down stinking of weed with red eyes, she would connect the dots.

Just as he was reaching for a gingerbread man, he felt his hand get slapped away, and Denise snatched his wrist. She pulled him in and grabbed his face between her hands, smooshing his cheeks as she did.

Of course, hearing that also sent his dad running in from the sofa, a newspaper still in hand. And soon enough, both his parents were standing in front of him with their hands on their hips, waiting for an answer.

Matty simply smiled a dopey smile at her, his red eyes blinked heavily as he looked at her face. But before long, that grin was wiped clean off.

“MATTHEW HEALY. ARE YOU HIGH RIGHT NOW!” his mother shrieked out.

Shit.

Matty weighed up his options; is he honest about being high and risks his mum never speaking to him again, or does he try and figure out a way to lie and hopefully get away with it? I

f he gets caught lying, he's sure he won't be alive to see next Christmas, but if he gets away with it, then he can happily go back up to his room and finish his zoot.

Apparently, his stilted silence and shifty eyes answered any question his parents could've had. Pretty soon, he felt the wallop of a rolled-up newspaper on the top of his head.

As he tries to way his options, the smell of gingerbread is the only thing on his mind, the munchies kicking in earlier than he thought. The warm spices fill his nostrils as he imagines the feeling of biting into a warm soft biscuit.

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“Oh my god! What happened after that?” you asked laughing in disbelief, sure you knew young Matty would've been a twat but god you wouldn't have guessed something that stupid.

“Well needless to say that Christmas was ruined. My dad shouted at me for a good 15 minutes, you know the usual parent stuff. The dangers of illegal drugs, the addictive nature, how bad smoking is for your lungs all of that. But the real kicker was my mum.” Matty said, glancing over at you, the wicked smile he had whilst telling the story had dropped into a sort of sad but fond one.

Matty lightly giggles at your response, “No no, that was the worst part. She did nothing. She didn't go mental, she didn't threaten to kill me or Ross. She simply stood by my dad until he finished, shook her head, and walked away. In total silence.” Matty flicked his eyes over to you only to see you with your mouth dropped open.

“What did she take away your new guitar or something?” You ask, sitting up in anticipation of Denise’s response. You knew she was a fiery woman, so you were expecting the worst.

“ooh or did she ban you from seeing Ross? You didn't dob him in, did you?” You gasped at the scandal that was unfolding before you.

A few seconds of silence fill the car before you say, “Well… karma is a bitch I suppose” with a shrug. Matty can't help but burst out laughing at your blase reaction.

“Too right it is sweetheart. But you'll be happy to know she got her own back soon enough. She found my stash in my room, and instead of just taking it, she swapped it out for oregano. The next time George and I tried to get stoned, we were sorely disappointed.” Matty chuckles as he remembers his mum's petty antics.

“But yeah, obviously I still smoked weed after that, but I always made sure to at least try and cover it up” Matty recounted as if he was doing his parents a favour.

You can't help but roll your eyes at his response, “oh how chivalrous of you Matthew” you sarcastically say, lightly pushing at his shoulder.

“Hey! At least I wasn't ruining her house with the stench of weed anymore. Although that was particularly good weed from memory… I wonder if Ross remembers where he got it from?” Just as he was mulling over the idea of phoning Ross, Matty heard the worst thing he could possibly imagine.

A small voice piped up from the back and simply said, “Daddy, what's weed?”

Fuck.

#christmas75 #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fic #teacher au!#i havent ever got high so this might be wildly inaccurate <3 #but i can only imagine denise finding out that the boys got stoned very regularly lol

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iheartcake123 · 2 years

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☁️obvious-steve harrington☁️

a/n: this isn’t the best but i have better ones currently in the making so please bare with me lmao also im currently watching season 4 and all im going to say is im working on some eddie munson fics so keep an eye out ig👀

warnings: none

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summary: your feelings for steve harrington are obvious to everyone but him

“well clearly im not good enough because she’d rather be with jonathon byers than with me” steve sighed as he looked out of his car window.

“steve. she was drunk, she probably didn’t mean any of it..just let it be” you explained turning your head to look at him.

“i can’t just let it be! i love her and she called our entire relationship bullshit”

“you know what nancy has been through, especially with barbara. just before doing anything think about it, okay?”

steve let out a loud sigh as he nodded his head.

“yeah i can do that” he pat his car wheel enthusiastically before opening the door and getting out of the car.

you closely followed and before you knew it you were walking with steve to your first period.

you couldn’t help but be in a daze as you were sat in your lessons throughout the day. deep down you felt bad that steve and nancy were having some relationship issues but a part of you was glad that it was happening. this is because of your lifetime crush you’ve had on steve since a child.

you thought you’d made it obvious you liked him all these years but it nothing happened. steve never seemed to reciprocate the feelings so, eventually when him and nancy became girlfriend and boyfriend, you hid your feelings for the sake of their relationship.

“earth to y/n!” tina clicked her fingers in front of your face causing you snap out of a daydream.

“huh? yeah?” you smiled paying your full attention to your friends.

“too busy thinking about your crush on harrington?” tina teased and you rolled your eyes.

“ugh never, he’s just a friend”

“right, just a friend who you’re in love with…anyway are you coming with us? we’re going shopping after the school day ends”

“whatever and um..actually i have a lot of homework to catch up on tonight but definitely next time”

in a rush, you hastily looked around for steve. you noticed him in his car and without saying a word you ditched your other friends and walked up to steve’ car. when you knocked on the window he of course, unlocked the door and you got into the passenger’s seat.

“so i’m thinking your conversation with nancy didn’t go too well?” you examined steve’ facial expressions.

“it was the worst. nancy…she doesn’t” steve then took a long pause “she doesn’t love me”

“im sure that’s not true, she’s just confused about everything right now and just needs some space. it will be okay” you tried to reassure steve but it didn’t seem to work that well.

“look, i don’t even know why i talk to you about any of this. it’s not like you can even relate with your perfect little dating life, god you’re probably having fun watching my relationship break down” steve suddenly snapped at you.

“excuse me? you can’t be serious.” you stared at steve in disbelief.

“you heard me! you’re probably glad all of this is happening to me, you never liked the fact i was with nancy so why wouldn’t you be happy about all of this”

with a dry chuckle you opened the car door.

“fuck you steve.” you said sticking your middle finger up before getting out of the car and slamming the door behind you.

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“i said i was sorry” steve said as you walked with him and dustin throwing pieces of meat on the floor.

“sorry doesn’t cut it asshole. just stop talking and let’s find this cat murderer” you shot a glare at him before walking ahead of him.

“dart isn’t a cat murderer!” dustin defended the creature.

“well your cat is dead isn’t it? and dart killed your cat. so yeah sorry to break it to you but he’s a cat murderer” you told dustin.

“when you put it that way, it obviously sounds bad” dustin looked at the ground “let’s just get to this junkyard and figure this all out”

after arriving at the junkyard and boarding up the old school bus, everyone sat inside the bus waiting for dart to arrive.

“so you really fought one of those things before?” max asked steve who nodded while flicking his lighter on and off “and you’re like totally 100% sure it wasn’t a bear?”

“shit. don’t be an idiot okay? it wasn’t a bear” dustin fired back at her “ why are you even here if you don’t believe us? just go home”

“geesh, someone’s cranky. past your bedtime?” max stood up and down walked up the ladder to the top of the bus.

“that was a little harsh, don’t you think?” you looked at dustin who was pacing back and forth.

“what he did was good, keep showing her that you don’t care” steve had an amused smile on his face.

“i don’t” dustin paused to look at steve who winked at him “why are you winking, steve? stop.”

“let me guess you gave dustin some bullshit advice about how acting like you don’t care draws girls in?” you turned to steve who shrugged “real nice steve. you’re just so great with understanding girls and their feelings-”

you stop mid sentence after hearing a loud growl which caused you to immediately look out the window.

“lucas, what’s going on?!” dustin called out to lucas on the roof.

“i’ve got eyes, 10 o’clock!” he yelled and you noticed the figure of the creature.

“there” steve pointed.

“what’s he doing?” dustin questioned and you took a deep breath in.

“why isn’t he taking the bait?” you questioned as dart stood in one place not going anywhere near the bait.

“maybe he’s not hungry” dustin suggested but steve shook his head.

“maybe he’s sick of cow” steve took a step back from the window and walked towards the bus door.

“steve? steve, what are you doing? steve?” dustin worriedly questioned as you raised an eyebrow at whatever steve was about to do.

“you’re not seriously thinking of going out there?” you said in disbelief “that’s suicide, you can’t go. as much as im annoyed at you right now, i don’t want you to die!”

steve took a deep breath in before throwing you his lighter “just get ready”

before you could protest, steve had already opened the door and stepped off of the school bus. he held his baseball bat with nails up as he called for the dema-dog to come out. your heart was beating fast and the second your eyes shifted, you saw another one.

instantly, you ran and opened the bus door.

“steve run!” you yelled as dustin also came to the door.

“abort! abort!” dustin yelled too as steve ran as fast as he could towards the bus again.

once he got onto the bus, you slammed the door shut and covered it with a piece of metal to stop the dema-dogs from entering while steve held it with his legs. not long after, one of them had gotten its arm through and steve had began hitting it his bat.

“come on guys, get away from the windows” you quickly told the three younger kids as you pushed them behind you as you grabbed a crow bar to help steve by the door.

just as you were done helping steve, max let out a scream causing steve to jump up and attempt to hit the dema-dog. but, before being able to do that, it suddenly left.

“what just happened?” lucas asked.

“maybe steve scared them away?” dustin answered.

“no. no way, they’re going somewhere” steve stepped off the bus with you and the three younger kids following him.

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“shouldn’t you be helping guard the house?” dustin asked and you shook your head.

“yeah, im just taking a minute because unlike everyone else here im not strong. im a coward” you frowned holding back tears.

“holy shit, you? a coward? you literally helped steve save our asses out by the old junkyard. you may not believe it but you are far from a coward. at least not in that aspect” dustin stood in front of you now.

“thanks, but what do you mean? at least not in what aspect?” you raised an eyebrow.

dustin sighed before peering over your shoulder and gesturing for you to move into a corner with him.

“i mean you’re a coward for not telling steve you like him” dustin said once you were both in the corner.

your eyes widened but you pretended to act oblivious.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you shrugged causing dustin to groan.

“seriously? i’ve seen the way you look at him, why don’t you just be honest with him about your feelings? it’s not like he’s with nancy anymore”

“is it that obvious?” you sighed in defeat.

with a nod, dustin placed a hand on your shoulder “ it’s obvious to everyone except him. now good luck with telling him how you feel” he then quickly walked off.

“what? dustin come back here!” you called to him but instead steve appeared in front of you.

“um dustin said you wanted to speak with me? something about what happened earlier and stuff?” steve asked with his hands in his pockets.

with a deep breath you nodded.

“yeah, uh there something i want to tell you” you gulped debating if you should continue with the conversation.

“okay…is everything okay?” steve looked at you with concern.

“yeah totally, forget it. it’s not important” you brushed the conversation off and tried to walk away.

“y/n is in love with you steve but you’re too stupid to realise” dustin suddenly said loudly which caused you to pause in your tracks.

he really just exposed you.

“what? is that true?” steve questioned you and you had to calm yourself down by not looking at him.

why were you suddenly so nervous?

“are you actually in love with me?” he said in a quiet voice and you only nodded your head.

“when did you start having those feelings?” he also asked.

“since we were kids” you whispered still unable to look at him.

“holy shit…for that long? but why didn’t you say something? i could’ve returned those feelings back”

“im not going to beg for you to like me back, you can’t just force feelings for me. you love who you love and im just not one of them”

you finally looked at steve and he looked taken aback.

“you are though, you’re someone i love” he tried to make you feel better.

“i know, but it will only ever be as a friend to you” you sent him a small smile and steve let out a sigh.

“that’s the thing though..it’s probably more than a friend, that’s why i got so defensive when you kept giving me advice. because deep down i guess i wanted you to show me some sign that you liked me in some way…it’s messed up when you think about it really” he admitted leaning against a wall.

“oh” you didn’t know how to react to what he said.

“yeah..i mean if you’re okay with it, maybe we could give the whole dating thing a chance? after we help save the world and whatever” steve reached his hand forward to hold your hand.

“i’d like that, a lot” you relaxed and let him hold your hand as you let out a smile which steve gladly returned.

“i want to give you a kiss..can i give you a kiss?” steve suddenly asked you while stepping forward.

with a nod you leaned in and steve did the same. just as your lips were about to meet a voice immediately interrupted you both.

“finally you both confessed! now that’s all over can we now focus on saving the god damn world?” dustin abruptly yelled walking into view, breaking the moment up which caused you to let out a chuckle because of steve’ facial expression.

“wait..i wasn’t interrupting anything here ,right?” dustin froze when he realised you and steve suspiciously close.

“nope, nothing. you just have the best timing and everything” steve sarcastically answered before going up to dustin and swinging an arm over his shoulder.

dustin side-eyed steve as steve pulled him close with a solid grip.

“now let’s have a conversation about interrupting adults” steve grinned at dustin who gulped.

“uh, y/n..a little help?” he tried to turn to you but steve wouldn’t let him.

“sorry dustin, you’re on your own for this one” you held back a laugh as steve dragged dustin to another room.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #steve imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington fic #stranger things x reader

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library love (blurb?)

chapter one out now!

remus lupin x slytherin!sirius' sister!reader

synopsis; remus lupin and yourself, find a common interest in coffee, books, chocolate, and annoying your eldest brother.

warnings; school, sirius being sirius, swearing?

A/N: this is just a test blurb it's unedited (and pretty boring) for now, its just to see if anyone would be interested in this lmk if you are but trust me the next chapters will be much better!

your fifth year was off to a rough start, you knew it would go this way but you hadn't expected this. being a black was difficult, and you could say being sirius' sister was just as hard, after all he was known for his dramatics, that being said even after he had run away from your unfortunate home situation the tension between you and your brother didn't subside.

in-fact it felt as if a bigger rift had opened between you and your eldest brother, now being divided by more than just opinions and school houses, but by space as well.

so as you stand in your first class of the year, which happens to be a year above your own it doesn't shock you when you see your brother and his "marauders" as they call themselves, but what does shock you is the glare hes casting your way, grey eyes splintering into your own.

now you were used to sirius' glares and his comments by now, it never helped that you had made a few of your own but it looked like he was ready to rip you to shreds, as if you had imposed on his space and that was in-fact what he thought of this new arrangement.

your professors had agreed your marks in transfiguration, herbology, potions, history of magic, and oddly enough divination were exceptional and you were eligible to move up a year.

you cast a glare back at your eldest brother before taking your seat, the spot beside a rather gaunt looking slytherin whom you hadnt spoken to before. the class was clearly divided by house not done so by the professor but rather the students who all had separated besides a select few.

mcgonagall stood tall at the front of the class room her judging eyes assessed the classroom, before promptly stepping back to her desk and beginning the lesson.

your second class of the day was luckily free of your brother, watching as other students filed in by the door you were relieved when lupin, evans, and mary mcdonald appeared lacking a certain long haired boy who had made sure to stare daggers through your head all through transfiguration. you were also relieved to find rosier was in the class with you, now you weren't exactly friends but you got along just fine after all he was close friends with regulus.

"hello class, welcome to year 6 advanced potions, now remain standing while i just-" slughorn pauses "try to finddd" he drags out as he shuffles around his desk opening drawers and sorting through a mess of papers "ah-ha, the seating arrangements"

"yes, yes i know but it must be done" slughorn says as grumbles ring throughout the classroom, he gets up from his desk albeit struggling a bit before walking over to the first desk in the room and calling out two names you hadnt heard before, a light-haired ravenclaw sat down followed by a short and pudgy slytherin.

he continued calling out names, one by one student sat down followed by their pre-picked partners.

"snape and mcdonald"

"evans and hedgeflower"

"lupin and black"

fuck.

#remus lupin x reader #remus x you #remus lupin #remus series #marauders #marauders era #sirius black #brother!sirius black #regulus black #james potter #lily evans #series #remus fluff #sirius being sirius #hogwarts #harry potter #slytherin

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Noah groaned loudly. Jax and Tig turned and went to ask him whats wrong but Noah, their recently patched member of Samcro, was already making his way out of the TM Garage. There was a girl making her way across the lot, swinging a baseball bat from her shoulders. She wore black vans, blue denim shorts and a white vest top. Tattoos littered one leg completely and the thigh of her other. Her arms were also covered but she was too far to see the designs properly. She was beautiful, her hair was dyed a bright purple on one side and black on the other and it was tied up in a messy bun. If she didnt have a face full of anger Jax would definitely of hit on her. “You cheating fucking scumbag.” The scream from the girl got the rest of the clubs attention as they made their way out of the clubhouse. Even Gemma came out of her office. “Em please! I dont know what your talking about!” The girl laughed in Noahs face. “Oh so your gonna try and lie to me again? I FOUND HER FUCKING UNDERWEAR IN OUR BED YOU PRICK!” Jax watched as the girl swung at Noah’s bike, taking the wing mirror clean off. “Get the fuck away from my bike you psycho!” Noah shouted. “OH YOU MEAN THE BIKE I FUCKING PAID FOR?” The girl took another swing at the bike, this time taking the other wing mirror and headlight out in one. “Yeah tell your little fucking biker buddies, how you wouldnt even have a bike if it wasnt for me! Tell them that the subs you pay them each week come out of my fucking paycheck!” Swinging at the bike again, the girl took the exhaust clean off. “ Thats what you do to me is it Noah? I support you. Pay for all your shit, pick up after you like your a goddamn child and you have the fucking Nerve to cheat on me? In my own fucking home!” The girl pulled a pen knife from her pocket and slashed both of Noahs tyres. “No baby! i didnt! I wouldnt!” Noah tried to reason with her but clearly it was getting him nowhere. “Your fucking pathetic.” The girl pulled a pair of underwear from her pocket and threw it in Noah’s face. “I bet you gave her the best 5 seconds of her whole life. Newsflash mate, your shit in bed. If you fucked her like you fucked me she probably had to go to the bathroom after to finish what you couldnt.” Noah went bright red at the insult and Jax couldnt help but laugh. The girl turned her attention towards him and made her way over. “I suggest when you next pick someone to join your club, dont pick a lying prick who doesnt even own the bike he sits on.” And with that, the girl turned and made her way out of the lot.

Clay shook his head at Noah. “Church now.” He called and everyone started making their way into the Clubhouse. “I like her. Shes spunky!” Jax shook his head at his moms comment. Ofcourse Gemma likes the new Psychopath in charming. Making his way into the meeting room, he took his VP seat next to Clay and watched the chaos unfold. "So your telling me your girl has been paying your way? That's a fucking joke Noah." Every member of the group nodded in agreement. Yeah sure alot of them stepped out on their old ladies, especially with the road rule. But living off your woman and cheating in your home town? That was a no no. "Look, she supported me. With everything. She pays my subs and yes she owns the bike. Even gives me fuel money for the runs we go on. I didn't mean to get caught cheating. I thought I was on Top of it. Never thought she would find out." Jax shook his head at Noah's admission. "It's not that she found out Asshole! It's how you've treated her. A good woman that supports you like that is hard to fucking come by! The road rule is there for a reason! Fuck half of us round this table would kill for an old lady like that. But the fact is, a man that dont pay his way aint a man at all!" Piney snapped at a panicked looking Noah. Piney rarely spoke but everyone knew the level of anger that old man could reach, oxygen tank or not. Noah fell silent at Piney’s Outburst. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? “Your busted back to prospect.” Clay announced before taking a drag on his Cigar. Noah’s eyes widened, “Thats fucking Bullshit! I’ve not even had my patch 3 months!” Tig’s eyes glossed over in anger as he watched the newbie shout at his president. Reaching out, he grabbed the back of Noah’s neck and slammed his face on the Redwood Table. “Did you just raise your voice at your president?” Noah squirmed against Tigs hold. “Now, you either prospect for another 18 months, pay your own fucking way and earn your patch back. Or you leave, and you know what happens then.” Clay gave Noah the ultimatum and the rest of the club fell silent as they waited for Noah to make his choice. “I’ll Stay.” Tig Released his hold on the young lad before pulling him up by his kutte and roughly dragging it from his shoulders. Happy smirked as he threw a prospect kutte in Noahs face before Tig Pushed him out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Jax looked at Clay confused. “We’re really gonna give him another chance? He doesnt even own a bike?” Clay shrugged his shoulders. “Everyone around this table knows he’s gonna fuck up. Especially not having that girl keeping him in line. But when he fucks up i want him close, where i can see it and deal with it. We really do not need a loose cannon right now. Anyway, go see that girl. All her details are on the paperwork for the bike, Gemma’s gonna need to know what to do with it.” Jax shook his head in disbelief at Clay. He couldnt believe it. Noah should be kicked out of this clubhouse head fucking first. He didnt earn his place in this club, his woman did. He also couldnt believe the nerve of being ordered to visit the firecracker that was this girl. For all he knew, she would never want to see a Son’s of Anarchy Patch again. So Clay really was throwing him in the line of fire here.

However, despite his obvious disagreement, Jax got up from his seat at the table and made his way out of the clubhouse. The only thing he could think on his way out of Teller Morrow was maybe he should’ve stopped for his bulletproof vest.

Pulling up to the address that his mum text him, Jax was Suprised at how quiet it was. Considering her performance at the lot earlier, he was expecting screaming and a trashed house. Instead he found her sat on her front porch quietly smoking a cigarette. "Hey" he spoke softly as he approached her. Like she was a wounded animal that could kick out in fear and pain at any moment. She looked up at him through glossy eyes. Her cheeks were red and hair falling out of her messy bun, but despite her upset appearance Jax still thought she was beautiful. That couldn't be denied. "Hi, look I'm sorry for my outburst today-" she started to explain, but Jax cut her off quickly. “Dont Sweat it Darlin’. From what i heard, he deserved it.” He spoke as he took a seat next to her on the porch steps. Pulling a cigarette out of his pocket he lit it and took a few puffs. “I’ve been sent to ask what you want doing with the bike. It aint his and after everything the clubs not letting him keep it. Your names on the paperwork, so what do you want doing to it?” Jax watched as she rolled her eyes. “What the fuck am i gonna do with a Harley? Just Fix it and sell it. Strip it for parts. Fuck burn it for all i care.” She shrugged at Jax’s shocked expression. “Thats an expensive Bike, surely your gonna want it back?” Jax tried to encourage her to take the bike. “Yeah, ofcourse it was expensive. But i honestly couldnt give a shit. You like it, you have it.” Jax raised his hands in mock surrender as the anger in the girls eyes flashed. “Okay Darlin’ you win. You’ll have to come by the garage tomorrow tho. Sign the bike over.” She sighed and pushed her fallen hair behind her ear. “Yeah, sure.” Jax stood and started to make his way down the path towards his bike. “Oh and my name aint Darlin’ either.” She called after him making him turn to face her. “Its Emily.”

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Hi Guys,

This is something new I’ve been working on. I have 2 more chapters if you turn out to like it. Please please let me know what you think!!

Love to you all!!

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Listen, I have no idea how that’s even possible, but the second episode is just as good as the first one, if not better.

I’m actually struggling to think of anything that was not to my taste, so again, I’ll begin with cons, since I have a feeling those will be much shorter:

1. Alicent harming herself 🙄🤨😒

Not so long ago I’ve made a post about different show where I’ve pointed out this newest trope writers use. They make the most unlikable character in the story either a victim of rape, self harm, or a minority in order to make them look more sympathetic. More often than not, they do that to female characters. It’s disgusting, it’s on the nose, it has no place in this story. I hate it. Let women be bad characters, we are only people, we can be terrible bitches just like any other random dude.

2. The Wigs™. Nothing new here, still bad though. The one for Laena is sending me 🤣🤣, they did my girl dirty.

3. Rhaenys’ talk about men not choosing her, when she was supported by two Great Houses and the House with the largest fleet in the Kingdom 🙄. This woman should know better than anyone that the Great Council was a suss and the voting was cheated. I have to say, though, that there is a big chance she was simply manipulating Rhaenyra, just like Corlys was manipulating Viserys. I’m putting this in cons just in case for now.

4. I hoped that they would change Dragonstone’s design, at least the interior. That’s an ancestral seat of the Royal family at the time of their peak. It kinda made sense for it to look dreadful in GOT, but not in HOTD.

5. The little figures shown during the choosing of the next Kingsguard were pretty and all that, but what was the point of them? I have no idea.

6. It seems they’re not going to make Strongs members of the Oldtown Triad conspiracy, and that’s a shame. It takes away a lot of depth from Harwin’s character, if not all of it. It also simplifies the coup for ‘common viewer’. As if we were not capable of understanding it. Not to mention we’ll no longer have the tragic irony of Viserys replacing Otto with Lyonel thinking he made a difference, when in fact this changed nothing 😞.

And that’s it. The rest was wonderful.

1. I simply adore Corlys being a manipulative asshole, playing for himself and his family and for no one else. I was so worried that the writers would go for Velaryons being Targaryen’s bitches and besties and *Yay! We are so proud to be light!Targs* thing. It sure is what most of this fandom has thought about them for years. Corlys twisting the situation on the Stepstones into an excuse to wed his daughter to the King and going after Daemon as soon as Viserys puts him aside was brilliant. The fact that he straight out admits by the end of the episode, that the situation on the Stepstones puts HIS House in danger 🥳😍. Love to see it.

2. We can witness Rhaenyra slowly trying to gain her voice during political meetings and how quickly the entire Oldtown Team shuts her up. It shows us so clearly, that they’ve used her for their own agenda and that with Daemon gone, nobody, even her own father, gives a single fuck about what she wants to say. It’s so heartbreaking, seeing just how strong Otto’s grasp on Viserys is.

3. Rhaenyra choosing Criston was such a great scene covering multiple pieces of storytelling. The way she has to stand on an increase, to make us understand how ‘small’ she still is. Rhaenyra smiling, truly smiling for the first time in the entire episode before she sees Daemon again, while she chooses a man who will later bring death to her and her children, almost brought tears to my eyes. Also, her already having stronger backbone and doing something Viserys couldn’t do for years – standing up to Otto. The fact that she picks Cole not because she’s smitten, but because Criston is a great fighter.🤌🤌

4. Love the little detail of Otto trying to put someone from House Crakehall or Mallister on the Kingsguard. Crakehalls will later fight for the Greens, while Mallisters wanted to fight for the Greens and changed their minds only after Velaryons’ threatened them intervention.

5. I still hate Alicent being Rhaenyra’s friend, but their scene was full of brilliant characterization. They used it perfectly to show the contrast between the two. Alicent being this pious, well-bred Lady, who knows her place, does her fathers' bidding, goes to Sept, prays for her mother and tells Rhaenyra that she should not get involved with politics. And Rhaenyra, talking about men plotting behind her back to a person who is actually plotting behind her back (and good lord, I love this scene!) and trying to act for herself. It’s a beautiful build up from the last episode, with Alicent being terrified of the septa and feeling this pressure to learn, because that’s what is expected of a Lady vs Rhaenyra already having the knowledge, because it’s an interesting story worth knowing and remembering, as well as the iconic „fuck the septa”.

6. I love how the show emphasizes the difference between Valyrians and the Andals and how Rhaenyra and Daemon are the main representatives of their culture. They refuse to abandon their traditions, to forget their language and faith. I love how it shows them not really belonging in this country, in their own court. Love how it explains Oldtown preferring Viserys who managed to acclimatize better. Rhaenyra doesn’t even know what to do in the Sept, because those are not her gods, yet she’s still being respectful. But that was never enough for the Andals, was it?

7. I’ve changed my mind. Velaryons being at King’s Landing actually explains the large plot hole of just how Laena managed to bind Vhagar to her, when Velaryons haven’t been around any dragnos (except for Meleys ofc) for years in the books.

8. I like how smooth the exposition for Rhaenyra’s age was. Viserys talking about her being fifteen makes perfect sense, because what father doesn't find the adolescence of his little girl to be terrifying? I salute all the idiots screaming about her being eleven.

9. The microexpressions Emily gives are just cheff's kisses👌. Alicent knows very well what she’s doing.

10. Rhaenyra wearing Daemon’s necklace even after all this time and ‘the heir for a day’ rumor 😭. She doesn’t believe it for a second, and I love it!

11. Viserys straight out admitting that he thinks of Otto and Grand Maester as the Small Council. Not that he’s wrong, but the fact that those cunts don’t even have to pretend, yet still do, shows you just how calculating they are. The little comedy Otto does with Mellos, trying to make it look like one is for Laena and the other is not, yet we still got treated to the little look maester gives Otto, like „c’mon man, this is your line now”. I want to kiss the showrunners.

12. Laena asking after Vhagar. Yes girl, you have your priorities in the right order!

13. The fact that they point out Lords making vows to Rhaenyra and how it does change everything. Finally somebody understands how feudalism works. Rhaenys storming off with a huff, because she knows she’s been talking nonsense and trying to twist the facts, yet it’s still not working on Rhaenyra. „Your father is not a fool”, please Rhaenys, you can do better than that.

14. Otto jumping out of his chair to stop Viserys, because he knows that if he allows the two brothers to meet, they will make up and all of his hard work will be for nothing. The audacity this man has, to say that Daemon would harm his brother, when he’s the one plotting House Targaryen demise!

15. I know I’ve made many jokes about it as soon as I saw it, but the scene on Dragonstone is actually brilliant. Daemon increasing his provocations to the point where he can no longer be ignored was a smart idea to make his brother meet up with him. If not for Otto, it would have worked. The fact that he takes the specific egg, hoping that if he doesn't get to see his brother, he at least gets to see Rhaenyra, again shows you that this man just wants to be with his family. And when it doesn’t go as he’s planned, he at least makes an attempt to rouse Otto, counting on him to take the bait and give Daemon an excuse to finally kill the cunt where he stands.

16. The dismissing way in which Daemon addresses Ser Cunt, the “very good” line. Oh, how well we were served this week 🤭🥰.

17. The way this episode makes it explicably clear that dragons are the most deadly weapons in the world and that dragonriders are a tremendous power the King wields. And show writers are hammering it down hard. First when Rhaenyra points it out to her father, who’s constantly being manipulated into forgetting just how large of a force he has at his disposal. Then again when Otto calls the egg weapon. And then again when we see Ser Cunt, the rest of the Kingsguard, and Otto cower before Caraxes. Yes, Cole might be a better knight, yes, Kingsguard might be better trained than City Watch, but it still makes no difference because Targaryens have dragons. It was a great scene to make viewers understand, that if you wish to get rid of Targaryens, you have to do it without openly challenging them. Because if you do, you’ll lose every time.

18. The face Otto makes when he sees Caraxes 🙌👏. The fact that book readers can see the moment he remembers Hightowers' own prophecy. That if they ever dare to fight dragons, the Oldtown will burn. The fact that he almost believed the lies he’s been feeding Viserys and forgot for a second why Targaryens are the Royal family in the first place. His forced calmness, the way he straightens his back and gives his men the command to stand down. That was some wonderful characterization done with only one line of dialog. And it makes him look like a badass even though he’s retreating.

19. Daemon standing down as soon as he sees Rhaenyra, his little smile when she lands, him throwing her an egg. She’s been so alone this whole time, with both Rhaenys and Alicent dismissing her new role, her father ignoring her, the Small Council basically treating her like a joke. And here Daemon is, giving her what she wants without any fight. It’s also such an important little detail for how this story will unfold. This man hates the mere idea of Rhaenyra being angry at him, she’s the only family member who still loves him implicitly and for a man who craves love as much as he does, it makes perfect sense that he’s ready to do anything to prove himself to her. The fact that Otto is right there to see it, explains even more the Oldtown Triad using this affection against them later on.

20. By the way, I love how Otto begins this episode with absolutely ignoring Rhaenyra as an opponent and only seeing her as a naive girl, who's there just to serve his purpose (the same way he uses his own daughter), only to realize by the end how much of a real threat she is. He’s just caught up to the fact that he made Lords of Westeros swear fealty to a woman who’s a dragonrider, a dragon hatcher, is actually very comfortable with her valyrian roots, has a very good relationship with another dragonrider, and who at the age of fifteen dares to challenge him and straight out ignores his council. The irony of replacing Daemon with someone much, much worse is slowly starting to bite him in the ass.

21. The writers really be out there, pissing on all those morons claiming that Daemon is a power-hungry madman, who wishes to take his brother’s crown. „I’ll speak of my brother as I wish. You will not.”

22. I loved watching Corlys exploiting Daemon’s position in order to get Caraxes to deal with his war. It’s a really well-played move.

23. And here we have it, Rhaenyra’s final realization that she’s truly alone, that she can’t trust anyone, that nobody at court stands in her corner. Which will later explain her need to find someone just for herself, and the way she’ll see and use Criston, and her happiness at having Daemon back again, and jeez, it’s such a well-writen story!

So yeah, another episode that turned out to be great. I was still not over my shock from last week and they did it again, they gave us good ASOIAF content. Can’t wait for more.

#hotd #house of the dragon #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen

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♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags/Warnings: explicit sexual content, mentions of alcohol ♞Words: 3229 ♞Kinktober 2023 - Swallowing

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Stiles weaves through the crowd, feeling strangely at ease between so many strangers. As much as ghosts enjoy to be close to the living, a gathering like this would be too much for the strongest of them. Tara, too, decided to hang back, clearly not particularly thrilled about the amount of people inside. It looks like there are at least a hundred people who decided to attend the party. Jackson is going to be so awfully pleased with himself. He was the one who pushed Stiles to use his connections so they could have a party at this abandoned mall — well, rather so Jackson could have a party here because Stiles doesn’t know a single person aside from his friends. Jackson bought the alcohol and paid for the venue, and Stiles hired a few people — a couple of bartenders, security, and students working the cloakroom. He also set the rules; no cameras, no phones, something Liam and Mason accepted only begrudgingly.

It’s not a rule he set up because Stiles didn’t want his face all over social media. The owner of this mall specifically asked that they don’t go around advertising it because he’s struggling with trespassers as it is. Stiles is the last person to complain about that, if he’s entirely honest. This is supposed to be a party, nobody needs to be on their phone the whole time.

“Stiles!” Lydia’s voice cuts through the music, and Stiles cranes his head to the left.

He’s not been around while they were preparing the mall for the party, but he’s not at all surprised to find Lydia waving at him from the gallery above. It looks like the ground floor has been turned into the dance zone with a bar at the side, while the seating areas have been moved upstairs. It’s a good idea since the whole ground floor is exposed from the next level. Climbing up the non-working escalators, however, is another adventure in his tight jeans. Wearing these really is an absolutely terrible idea.

“Is that Lydia?” Theo calls from behind him.

“Yeah.”

“Good, I’ve got to thank her.”

Stiles shuffles off the escalator and shoots Theo a confused look. “Why?” They don’t know each other, after all, and Stiles is the one who dragged Theo and the other two here. It’s not like he’s got anything to thank her for.

“For your jeans.” Theo steps closer, so close, in fact, that Stiles can feel his warm breath on his neck. “Your ass looks phenomenal.”

At this point, Stiles doesn’t even know why he’s bothering to ask Theo anything. Ignoring the heat creeping up his neck, he starts walking again — otherwise he might be tempted to shove the guy back down the escalator.

“Stilinski, nice jeans.” Jackson raises his brows with an almost appreciating smirk. Although his bisexuality came less of a surprise after the many comments he made about guys and girls, Stiles is still not entirely sure what’s more of a shock – the supernatural, or the fact that Jackson wanted to get some experience with him. He very much gets why Jackson didn’t want to sleep with his best friend – Stiles is too close to Lydia to want to have sex with her – but that doesn’t mean he expected to make the top of Jackson’s list; or that he actually approached him while being engaged to Lydia.

Stiles scrunches up his face. “I’m never going to wear tight jeans again.”

“Oh, please.” Lydia rushes to his side and hugs him. Her giggle makes it abundantly clear that she’s had more than once cocktail already. “You look amazing.” Her eyes roam over his face, probably checking if his makeup is still fully intact.

Theo clears his throat behind him.

“Right.” Stiles gestures at him dismissively. “That’s Theo.”

Lydia’s mouth curves into an oh.

Yeah, ‘oh’ probably sums it up the best. Stiles doesn’t stick around for any more introductions. Lydia knows exactly who Theo is after he cussed him out for hours in end; that probably means Jackson is very aware as well. The two haven’t kept anything secret between them ever since they got back together. That’s why Lydia knew Jackson wanted to sleep with Stiles before Stiles has been made aware of that. He still can’t believe he agreed to that. While it wasn’t a threesome – because he very much drew the line in the sand at sleeping with Lydia – they negotiated him down to letting her be in the room. He’s not sure he’d like to repeat that anytime soon; not that sex with Jackson was bad, but Lydia watching him made him feel decidedly weird.

Kira nearly crushes him with her hug, pulling him out of his thoughts effectively, before launching into how she’s planning to move to LA like ‘the rest of them’. It’s not the first time he heard about that, so Stiles assumes the pack is planning to locate to LA as well. Which is fine and all, by moving away he intended to bury his past.

Danny shakes his hand. “I’m going to get drinks.”

Unsurprisingly, Jackson made sure they’re having a bar close to their VIP area. Good, because Stiles isn’t in the mood to go up and down those escalators more than he needs to — not in these jeans.

He drops onto a chair next to Isaac, who ruffles his hair as a greeting. The wolf was the first to follow him to LA after starting a modeling career in Paris. It’s strange how they all slip into jobs they haven’t planned for. Isaac wanted to become a doctor. Lydia achieved her dream in becoming the smartest person at MIT, yet decided that her passion is with fashion and has been starting to work towards her own company in the past year. Kira meant to work with children, and now is instead about to get her degree in photography. Only Jackson stayed on his path on becoming a lawyer.

At least all of them are sure what to do in the future. Stiles is still on the fence about it. He likes what he’s doing now, but he’s not sure if that’s something he can do forever. He's not Ed Warren.

Yet.

While Mason and Liam are chatting with Lydia, Stiles watches Theo’s interaction with Jackson. They seem tense, and Stiles wonders if Jackson’s protective bubble now includes him as well. But instead of saying, ‘I’ll rip your head off’ Jackson snorts out a laugh, pats Theo’s shoulder and says, “good luck.”

Rolling his eyes, Stiles sinks into his chair.

———

Overall, the night is going great. Stiles missed partying with his friends. There’s something freeing about it, something relaxing, pushing him back into the comfort of his very own life — the part of his life he had before the nogitsune. Nothing has been the same, but in the middle of the crowded dance floor, Kira, Lydia, and Isaac brushing and bumping against him, and the ghosts scared away by the living, Stiles feels better than he’s done in a long, long time.

He's leaning his head back, catching Theo’s staring back at him. It’s hard to make out his expression, but his eyes flash yellow for only a brief moment. Even from a distance, Theo radiates possessiveness. It’s hot. Infuriatingly so.

Cocking his head to the side, Theo beckons him to come back up. A shudder runs through his body, and he has to actively fight his own instincts because every part of him wants to run up to him. He knows what Theo wants; the touches, the words, the flirting – the guy has never intended to be subtle.

But Stiles’ pride keeps him rooted to the dance floor, even as Theo pushes away from the railing and walks away.

“If you’re not going to accept that invitation…” Lydia trails off with a chuckle.

Stiles shoots her a look. Although he’s more than aware Lydia would never dare to go after someone he’s interested in, he couldn’t deny the burst of jealousy burning in the pit of his stomach. It leaves as quickly as it arrived. There’s no need to be jealous, after all, they’re talking about Theo.

“Go.” Lydia shoves him not so gently.

Huffing out a breath, Stiles peels away from his friends and pushes out of the moving crowd. He wipes his hands on his jeans, hating that he’s suddenly nervous about allowing Theo close again, but he’s way too curious about the apology Theo promised him. He hasn’t forgotten that yet — just like he hasn’t forgotten that Theo ghosted him like a fucking asshole.

Still, he very much remembers all the things Theo’s tongue can do, he’d be stupid to pass up on an offer like that. He wants him so bad; it will take all his willpower to keep him an arm’s length away while simultaneously hooking up with him.

This is going to end in disaster.

Stiles hurries up the escalator, or rather, he climbs it as fast as his jeans allow him; at this point, he’s still not sure why being a skeleton for Halloween required skintight jeans. He does appreciate it for what it did to Theo, who seems to have magically disappeared once he’s made it upstairs.

Fantastic.

He didn’t read that wrong, right? No, he can’t have. Lydia saw it too, and she is a weird detector for dead people and living people who want to have sex with him. Plus, Theo’s made it very clear that he’s still interested. Theo beckoned him to come to him. But where the fuck—

Someone snatches him by the hood and drags him into one of the abandoned shops to his right. Despite himself, his heart jumps into his throat as his foot catches on debris on the ground. He stumbles but doesn’t fall because an arm wraps tightly around his waist. Before he even has the chance to get his feet under himself, he’s crowded against a dusty old jewelry display cabinet.

Unsurprisingly, it’s Theo, who is pressing against him. “Didn’t expect you could dance like that,” he says barely loud enough to be heard over the bass of the music outside, shamelessly pressing his groin against Stiles’ ass. That Theo got hard just from watching him dance is equally surprising as it is fucking hot. “It should be illegal,” Theo continues, grinding against him as his fingers work on his belt and zipper without hesitation. “I don’t think anyone else should be allowed to see that.”

There’s that possessiveness again. Stiles hates how easily it’s getting to him, how Theo just dives right through his defenses and sweeps him up. If he asked, he’d probably let Theo bend him over this stupid cabinet and fuck him senseless. If he waits any longer, Theo won’t even have to ask.

So, he grabs Theo’s hands and pulls them off, ignoring the grumble of discontent. “I was promised an apology,” Stiles remarks, turning so he can look at Theo and lean against the cabinet. His tight jeans have become even more of a problem now than they were before. It does not help that they’re face-to-face, and so close, Theo’s warm breath ghosts over his skin. It’s easy to remember the last time they were this close.

Good times.

When Theo leans in for a kiss, Stiles keeps him at a distance with both hands on his chest. “Lydia put in too much effort into this costume for you to ruin it.” He taps his thumb against Theo’s collarbone, raising his brows. “And again, you promised me an apology.”

Although the light from outside barely reaches into the former store, Theo’s smirk is visible enough. “How demanding.”

“Demanding?” Stiles moves his hands up to cup Theo’s jaws. “No.” God, he wants to kiss him so, so bad. “You promised. Take it or leave it.”

Chuckling, Theo moves closer again. “Fair.” He cocks his head to the side, eyes roaming over Stiles’ face. It’s clear he’s debating on kissing him anyway – part of Stiles wishes he’d do it because he refuses to let him close, but if he pushes enough.

It’s so fucking stupid.

Theo flashes his eyes again, bright yellow in a face hiding mostly in shadow. Like that, he looks exactly like the predator he is.

It does things to Stiles’ dick he’s not at all ready to admit.

But Theo notices. It’s obvious by the smirk deepening on his features. He’s so fucking full of himself, and it’s painfully hot — although admittedly, it’s not as hot as watching Theo getting on his knees right in front of him. That’s a sight to see, and a sight that makes his dick twitch in his pants. It’s not fair Theo can see so plainly what he does to his body with little to no effort.

And yet.

Thankfully, Theo doesn’t seem to have any interest in teasing him any further. He makes quick work of his zipper and pushes Stiles’ pants and boxer briefs down just enough to have easy access to his dick. Before he knows it, Theo’s mouth is on him. His lips wrap around the tip of his dick, and his tongue- fuck, his tongue.

Stiles can’t help but moan. He leans his head back, curling his fingers around the edge of the cabinet. Theo’s mouth felt way too good on him. There’s no way he could stay silent.

Good thing he doesn’t need to, not with the music drowning out his sounds.

Even when people are happening to look into this shop, all they will see is someone standing in the darkness like a weirdo. Nobody will care too much.

Theo moans around his dick, and it nearly pushes Stiles over the edge, which would’ve been the fastest he’s cum in his life; there’s no need for that embarrassment to happen when he should savor having Theo on his knees, pleading for forgiveness. He never thought the day would come, so, Stiles really wants to make it last.

But Theo is trying his very best to make it as hard — ha — as possible for him.

Closing his eyes, Stiles leans his head back. Watching Theo suck him off would not do him any good, or well, it would do him too much good. He curls his fingers into Theo’s hair, not trying to stop him, but, fuck, he really needs to hold onto him.

Theo is going to make him forget his own name if he keeps going like that, if he grabs and squeezes his ass shamelessly, pulling closer and taking him deeper into his mouth.

Moaning, Stiles tightens his grip on the display. Theo’s mouth has no right to feel this good. Fuck. Theo’s tongue has no right to make him feel like this. But it does; pressed flat against the underside of his dick or swirling the tip — if he keeps going like this, Stiles will meet his Polish ancestors a lot sooner than he anticipated. He can feel his orgasm building deep in the pit of his stomach already.

And Theo is having the time of his life with it. His fucking chuckle makes Stiles almost cum on the spot.

There’s no way his going to last much longer.

“Theo,” he breathes, forcing himself to open his eyes, and tugs carefully on the other’s short strands. Locking eyes with Theo is a terrible decision. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut again. His heart seems ready to jump straight out of his chest, it’s beating so fast.

Theo takes more of him into his mouth, and when the tip of his dick hits the back of his throat, Stiles barely resists the urge to yank Theo even closer. His fingers twitch in his short strands, and he breathes through gritted teeth. He can feel his muscles tighten. “Theo—" he warns, despite knowing that werewolves are usually able to tell when he’s close.

Humming, Theo squeezes his ass again and doubles his efforts.

Stiles lets go of him, curling both hands around the edge of the display cabinet instead. He’s staring down at the other boy, unable to look away and holding his gaze. Somehow, Theo manages to look unbearably smug while sucking on the tip of his dick. Stiles hates that this is one of the hottest things he’s ever seen. The asshole has the nerve to fucking smirk, and Stiles just knows this will haunt him in his dreams for days to come.

Theo takes him into his mouth again as he rubs a finger along his perineum then pushes it ever so innocently against his rim.

And that’s the end of it.

Stiles cums with a shout that may or may not be Theo’s name, arching his back. For a few blissful moments, his brain completely short-circuits, and all he can feel is his dick pulsing in Theo’s throat and his own fucking high.

But then, he returns to reality, a bit too quickly for his liking. Theo’s hands are on his thighs, holding him up, and his mouth is still on him. What was heaven a few seconds ago, quickly gets too much. Scrunching up his face, Stiles grabs Theo’s hair again and pulls his head back.

The first sound out of Theo’s mouth is a laugh.

Stiles wants to slap him. Instead, he puts himself back together. “You have cum on your chin.”

“And here I thought I swallowed it all.”

Fucking hell. Stiles shakes his head, hating that another flush is already creeping up his neck. “I hate you.”

Chuckling, Theo stands up and crowds Stiles against the display. “No, you don’t.”

Stiles shoots him a look. Of course, he doesn’t hate Theo. He wouldn’t be here if he hated him, fuck, he wouldn’t even have invited Theo to tag along if he didn’t at least like him. But he’s not going to admit to that. “You’re so full of yourself.” And it’s infuriatingly attractive.

Theo hums and wraps his arms around him, pulling him close — most definitely trying to point out that he’s still hard, and Stiles should do something about it.

See, if Theo hadn’t ghosted him for months because he didn’t have the guts to tell him the truth, Stiles would gladly do something about his not so little problem. He probably would’ve let Theo do whatever he wanted. But Theo did ghost him.

Smiling, Stiles cups Theo’s cheek, wiping the cum off his chin then cleans his thumb on the other boy’s shirt. “I think that’s what people call a ‘you problem’.” He pats his cheek once more before pushing the chimera off. “Have fun.”

For a few seconds, Theo circles through a bunch of emotions from anger to surprise, to something hard to decipher before he eventually settles on a trademark smirk that does not quite reach his eyes. “I’m going to get you back for this,” he promises in a low voice, and the only reason Stiles can hear it is because they’re still standing close.

“I’d like to see you try.” And that’s true, in every sense of the word. Maybe the key to Theo’s attention is making him chase him. If that’s the case, it’s exactly what he’s going to do.

Blowing Theo a kiss, Stiles pushes himself off the display and walks out of the store.

Things just got a whole lot more interesting.

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miracle-falcon · 2 months

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I’m seeing Hamilton stuff on my dashboard, and it’s reminding me of a big regret I have. See, back in 2016, I won cheap front row tickets to see Hamilton’s original cast twice. But the second time wasn’t as cut and dry, and involved me denying someone else.

The first time, my now wife and I just won the $10 tickets from the online lottery. We were living in NYC, so we had plenty of opportunities. We actually won the tickets the day they got their Tony nominations! We hadn’t listened to the soundtrack, and by the third song we were looking at each other asking “is this the best musical we’ve ever seen?” Naturally, we got super into it. I looked up all the Hamilton things. I planned a day trip all around the city, going to different important places related to Hamilton (his grave, his house, and the scene of the crime that led to him and Burr sharing a case). I listened to Chernow’s audiobook. I was ENTHUSED.

A few weeks later, I needed to get something looked at by Apple tech support. I went into Manhattan, and it was a Wednesday - they had the live Ham4Ham going on, I figured I’d drop by myself. Nice time, fun stuff! And then they started drawing winners, and an older woman next to me was also alone. She turned to me, and said, “hey, if you win, take me, and if I win, I’ll take you!” Sure, okay, right? I said yeah! Chances are super low, but why not double them? Well, then the woman won! So I was going to see Hamilton a SECOND TIME with the original cast! Front row! Super pumped! So the woman leaned in and asked, “hey, can you give me $100 for this?” I mean. Yeah. Kinda bad to ask after the fact, but at this point, Hamilton was at PEAK popularity and tickets were going upwards of $1000. I’m not sure the lady was even aware of this, but yeah. I’d pay $100 for front row, “I could pet Hercules Mulligan if I reached out just a bit” seats. I told her yes. And then I fucked up.

As we formed the line to grab the tickets, a young woman and her dad walked up to the lady. They looked to me like they were probably tourists. And apparently, she’d made the same deal with them. They were excited. The young woman, clearly also enthusiastic, thought she’d just scored her ticket. And then the woman who had won the tickets gestured to me and said “well, he said he’d pay me.”

What.

Guys, I froze. Fight and flight both completely failed to kick in and I went full deer in the headlights. I’d already had my chance to see the show, this was probably this girl’s one shot, pun not intended when I wrote it but fuck it it’s staying in. But guys. I wanted it bad. And I hesitated at doing the right thing. I didn’t immediately volunteer my ticket. And the young woman and her dad, giving me dirty looks, decided not to get into a bidding war, and quickly departed. The whole interaction probably lasted 30 seconds.

Once we were out of the line, I looked around. Maybe the girl was still around and I could give her my ticket? No, she wasn’t. I was kicking myself pretty hard for not acting when I should have. From there, I had to stick with the woman who had won the tickets until the show, so we had a quick cheap lunch together, where someone commented on how expensive Hamilton tickets were, and her price went up to $200. I said sure. I wasn’t going to say no at this point - but I was feeling awful. When we made our way back to the theater, I kept looking around to try to find the would-be ticket winners. I was very confident I would be able to recognize them - they’ve faded from my memory now, but at that moment, they were just SEARED into my mind. But no such luck. They had fully moved on. And so I got to see Hamilton, on Broadway, with the original cast, in the front row, for the second time. The woman who’d won the tickets was surprised that I knew the songs, which… surprised me?

And it was great! I felt terrible the entire time, but I mean, it’s a great show! I couldn’t, and still can’t, believe I got to see the show twice that way. At the time, I don’t think I even fully appreciated how lucky this was - I knew it was, of course, but the magnitude didn’t really dawn on me until I started getting reactions from people. I’ve heard a lot of incredulous shouts of “TWICE?!” since then. But when I tell my anecdote of unbelievable Broadway luck, I typically leave out the part where I unintentionally swooped in and stole something from someone else.

I know it doesn’t count for much, but I’d love to be able to tell that young woman that I’m sorry. She had no way to know either that this was my SECOND TIME. It’s 8 years on, and no one follows this dead tumblr of mine, but if somehow this reaches your eyes, I think you’ll know who you were. And I should have done better.

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mooncakesofpan · 2 years

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NO?! RIGHT?!

Teen dad!Billy Hargrove x Teen mom!hopper!Reader

Summary: Weeks after an incident with your boyfriend your not feeling well and with hopper concerned he takes you to the doctors.

A/n: sorry it took so long to put out another part to this. Reader is Adopted. This takes place before Vicky is born. im also appologizing right now i do my reserch but of course things arnt going to be accurate due to the fact ive never been pregnant.

Warnings: Teen Pregnacy , Angst, Morning sickness, mentions Neil’s terrible and Abusive Parenting, Established Relationship, Strong Language,OOC BIlly, She/her pronouns

Word Count: 1.2k

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You had been home sick for 3 days not feeling well having felt queasy and tired. Your dad was getting ready for work when he heard you in the bathroom retching into the toilet. Your head on your arm leaning against the toilet seat. You were feeling a bit better after that, you were obviously sick with something. “Are you sure your gonna be okay if I leave you here?” Hopper said weary “Yeah, yeah I should be fine in like a few days I’ll be okay,” “If you're not better by tomorrow morning I'm taking you to the doctor okay?” he says sternly butting on his jacket. El was toasting egos in the toaster while you were feeling a little better, you decided to try and go to school getting dressed and ready to be a bit late. You saw billy in your first period. You could feel your boyfriend's eye’s on you. As your class ended he came up to you leaning his arm next to you on the locker. “You been gone for 3 days, and every time I call your house all I get is your little sister saying you're sick, ” he says searching your eyes. “What's up with that Doll?” “I've just been sick I'm not contagious or anything I was feeling a bit better so I came in” Billy's eyebrows furrowed. “Well, I'm glad to have my girl back,” he smiles looking at your lips leaning in and pressing his slightly chapped lips to yours. you went threw the day with a very little bit of nausea. But you managed the rest of the day without too many issues just being really tired. Which Billy defiantly took notice of. You had made it back home and tried to eat something really that's you had been avoiding all day cause you were worried about queasiness. After a nap and eating a snack you were doing okay till 5:15 and your dad brought dinner home. “I got you an appointment with your doctor tomorrow something is clearly wrong,” Your dad says with a deep sigh “Uh thank you,” you said digging into your food. You were up bright and early, heading to the doctor. “Okay, so I do have to ask this hopper just in case. Is there any possibility you could be pregnant?” your doctor Hopper looked at you, eyebrow raised waiting for you to answer the question. “No right?!” he says sternly looky “I uh maybe, I would say no but there was an incident a few weeks ago with my boyfriend where the condom ripped and we thought it would be fine,” you rambled on. You could see Hopper in the corner shaking his head and rubbing his temple. “okay that's fine we can simply run a few tests, cause due to your symptoms it seems nothing else could be wrong aside from you seem to be a little dehydrated, and a bit bloated, can you tell perhaps when your last period was,” your doctor said. “Uh mine was a little over a month ago so technically mine should have started I guess,” you say a bit unsure, she nods writing it down. “Well we’ll do a blood and urine test and we’ll let you know when we have the results,” she said. You got the blood test and urine test and scheduled an appointment for later that week to go over the results. “Why wouldn't you tell me something like that happened” Hopper “Oh yeah, it would be super easy to say ‘hey dad remember my boyfriend you hate, yeah we’ve been screwing in the back of his car, and the condom we used was faulty and I might be pregnant with his baby’” you snapped. Hopper let out a sigh as you rode in silence for a while “Are you mad at me?” you said tears and streamed down his face hopper looked between you and the road “Christ kid, no I'm not mad I'm just concerned,” Hopper said “Your 17, and I'm just worried about how difficult this will be for you,” he said with a deep sigh. You nodded and the rest of the ride was silent. For the next few days, you were at school waiting for the result to come back in the weekend finally came around and so did your appointment. “Well, your test result came back Y/n you are pregnant we're gonna get you set with an ultrasound so we can see exactly how far along you are,” your doctor said you looked at your hands nodding. The truth is that a part of you knew you were pregnant, but the truth was really setting in as the words were uttered by your doctor. Your mind went blank as she gave you an appointment date and gave you some recommendations, and vitamins on what you could start doing now. leaving the doctor's office you had a lot on your mind you intended to keep the baby. That was something you thought about long and hard last night. How would you tell Billy though, you’d have to say something eventually. Your ride to the store was silent, your dad getting out to grab things as you went threw the pharmacy isles you grabbed the vitamins while Hopper grabbed some snacks and other things. Your mind was everywhere. as Hopper paid. the ride home was silent “What are you gonna do? are you gonna tell that Billy kid?” Hopper said “yeah, I'll tell him I think I just need a minute.” you got home and went in your room waving to El as she sat in her room in the cabin. you weren't entirely sure how to tell your boyfriend this was kinda a roadblock in your guy's plans for after high school. Go to California live carefree for a while, be wild young adults before possibly settling down. but now this threw a bit of a Rench in the plan. Billy was also a bit rough around the edges you had been keeping him in check with shit he use to say, influenced by his asshole of a father. You finally decided to tell him while the two of you were on your way home Billy driving you out near the cabin. the speed of Billy's Camero going too fast to be anywhere near safe. Half of you didn't really think much before what came out your mouth. “I'm pregnant” those two words caused the car to swerve a bit “Y/n What the hell! You don't just spring that on a guy,” he says looking between you and the road. He pulls over albeit roughly and brakes leaning his head against the wheel. He breathes out looking at you. “You're sure, like you not fucking with me,” he says lowly. you look at the roof of the car. “I'm not fucking with you I'm serious billy,” there was a long pause of silence “So are you gonna say anything,” “I mean it's mine right?” he says raising an eyebrow at you “of course, it's yours I haven't fucked anyone else,” you say slightly frustrated at his response “ Well then I'm gonna help raise it,” he said leaning back and joining you in looking at the ceiling of the Camero “I may be an ass but I want to be better than my shithead of a father,” he says breathing out “I'm not gonna leave you to do this alone okay,” he said looking at you and grabbing your hand.

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inkybloom-luv · 9 months

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Scandalous lion

@leonistic this is on you and your silly social media scandal sjahbsbsbs enjoy <3

Don't even care if it's ooc, which is a slay

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Idle but uptight chatter filled the room. Tonight was, for better or worse, a political dinner that Leona was somewhat forced to attend. Only somewhat because it was indeed his partner, Soru, who had made him go. They were, in fact, convinced this dinner would help with the economy around one of the borders of the Sunset Savannah. At least he was in attendance along with Leona, seated next to him too, so the oversized housecat would actually stay for the dinner. The adults were making important conversations when that nobleman's daughter, who was also in attendance, spoke right up to talk to Leona, out of boredom or whatever her motives were.

"So you're the second prince? You're hardly seen anywhere I thought you'd be slightly deformed or something like that.", she said, twisting her hair around her finger before continuing to speak "But you sir seem to be the opposite, you look quite good."

"Thank you. Your choice of dress is.. pleasant" Leona responded, rather reluctantly but politely. It was a woman speaking to him and he did receive a compliment. Though he usually did not care much for manners, tonight had to work. Why was he so set on it working out? Soru said they'd be his pillow for an entire day. For that, he'd even attend classes for a day.

They continued to eat, though most of the conversation making was left to Soru, simply because the young lady their age seemed to be trying to make moves on Leona. He didn't appreciate them, neither of them did. It wasn't like they were officially dating in the public eye, Leona just really didn't want to deal with that mess yet. Though whatever was happening now sure didn't help, since the flirting between the guest's daughter and him was not a mutual thing. Through sheer coincidence and perhaps foolish ideals on the noble's end of the line she kept saying all the wrong things, it was honestly quite embarrassing. Initially there was a press conference after this in a room adjacent to the dining hall they were using. The one they were in right now was larger to accommodate more people. He'd leave if the young lady continued, but that would leave Soru behind. In that moment, for whatever reason, be it a dust particle or someone, like ruggie, talking about Leona, he sneezed.

"I'd say king of beasts bless you, but I believe he's already done so." She said to him. "Listen, your highness, how about you and I take a walk together after dinner?" She asked, which he denied, but she didn't want to take that no for an answer it seemed.

Unfortunately that seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. He got up wordlessly, picking up Soru and throwing them above his shoulder.

"I was trying to be polite and let your sad attempts at flirting slide but no means no and I am not interested. I already have a lovely partner with which I am leaving. Good. day." He said, clearly through gritted teeth and bared fangs, taking long, proud and quick strides that reeked of aggravation.

He didn't care that he would be walking through a room where the press was waiting, not even when he threw open the door and in a single moment of uncalculated and rash thoughts, took a mic and with a stern voice he spoke into it.

"Listen up, this here is my partner and I don't want to be with anyone but him..!"

Sweet as those words were he did get smacked in the back by a slightly raging Soru, who could not believe that he just did that in front of a live camera feed before running off. It was so out there that Soru even brought it up again in his bedroom right as he laid down on them with basically his whole weight. He groaned against her stomach in response.

"'m not taking any more of that crap. People who don't take no for an answer should get bent." He almost growled. Really all he wanted to do now was hide in his lover's arms and maybe he could do that. Just until both of them realised the giant media scandal that was building up now, thanks to Leona's rash actions. I mean, who'd have guessed that Leona Kingscholar of all people would suddenly show up with a lover, nevermind one that seemed to be nonexistent, seeing as there were hardly any records of them at all.

#moots!! <3 #soru! 🍞#inky's works #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x oc #leona twst #leona twisted wonderland #this was based on a joke

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