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propertyofkylar · 4 days

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prompt event: date night (m!whitney x f!pc)

word count: 1815

tags: 12. romantic, 15. date night, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, canon-compliant name-calling

You were walking out of the school grounds when you were interrupted by a cigarette butt smacking the back of your head. Whirling around in surprise, you came face-to-face with your boyfriend.

“Oi,” Whitney said, with an unpleasant look on his face. You tensed up slightly as he walked closer to you. “Slut. You’re not doing anything tonight.”

It wasn’t really a question, but you nodded anyway. “Um, yeah. I’m free.”

That satisfied Whitney. “Good.”

“Can…I ask why?” You asked hesitantly, but Whitney replied with one of his signature smirks.

“Because I’m taking you out on a date. Be ready. And make sure you look nice, yeah?” He shoved past you, delivering a sharp smack to your ass as he did so. “Don’t be sloppy. I’m picking you up.”

Just like that, he was gone.

You stood uncomfortably in front of the orphanage, shifting in your high heels. It wasn’t like you were unaccustomed to dates. You went on plenty. But with Whitney? Never. The two of you made out in public, you fucked in school, every once in a while you visited Whitney’s place but that mostly was just to fuck in his bed. He had never taken you - or anyone, as far as you knew - on an actual date. It was honestly mildly terrifying.

Your thoughts were broken by the sound of footsteps and you looked up to see Whitney approaching. He looked pretty nice himself - he had on a pair of khakis and an unbuttoned shirt over a t-shirt.

When he got close to you, he looked you up and down appraisingly. Then, he gave a short nod. “Nice,” Whitney said simply.

“Thanks. You look good, too,” you replied. You couldn’t hold back the burning question on your mind, though. “What are we doing?”

Whitney tossed an arm around your shoulder and gestured for you to start walking. “I told you. I’m taking you out on a date.”

“Why?”

He shook his head, a look of mock offense on his face. “Because you’ve been a good slut, and I wanted to reward you. Isn’t that enough?”

You still felt a little uneasy, but he was being surprisingly genuine. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go along with it.

“I’m taking you out to dinner,” Whitney elaborated. “My treat. Whatever my slut wants, she gets.”

That surprised you. “Really?”

“Well, just don’t be a dumbass about it, yeah?” He pinched your side. “If you go and order the most expensive thing on the menu, I’m walking out and leaving you to pay.”

The two of you continued walking until you reached the outside of a nice café. It wasn’t the fanciest place in town by far, but it was still nicer than you would have expected from Whitney.

You went to reach for the door, but Whitney grabbed your wrist. “Hold on.”

He pulled you toward him, then set his hands on your waist and kissed you deeply. You instinctively leaned in, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him back.

After a few moments, Whitney pulled back, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. “Mm. Thanks for that, slut. Let’s go.”

Once the two of you were inside and seated, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Eventually he noticed, and looked back at you with an irritated look. “What?”

“Dunno,” you shrugged. “Just nice. Didn’t expect this.”

He frowned, a hint of blush creeping across his face. “I can be nice too, y’know.”

That made you laugh. “I don’t know if I really believe that.”

Whitney was fully blushing now, and he looked away from you. “Whatever. See if I ever do anything nice for you again, slut.” But his tone was teasing and he accented the sentence by flicking his crumpled up straw wrapper at you.

You hadn’t opened your straw yet, so you seized the opportunity to tear the top of the wrapper off and blow it at Whitney. It smacked him right in the forehead and he turned to you with genuine surprise. That quickly morphed into a smirk that sent a chill through your body.

“Oh, you’re in for it now, slut,” he said, searching the space for anything else he could fling at you. But he was unsuccessful and took a moment to sulk, which made you laugh out loud. Whitney gave your shoulder a playful shove, then leaned to whisper in your ear. “Guess I’ll make you pay later.”

You suddenly became very interested in the menu.

As you were finishing your last bite of dessert, Whitney was absentmindedly twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers. You gave him a smile and he suddenly blushed again, looking away.

“What?” You were genuinely curious.

But he just sighed.

“It’s nothing,” Whitney mumbled, laying his head on his arm. “Just shut the fuck up. Okay?”

And so you did, and soon enough, Whitney had finished paying and the two of you were leaving the restaurant.

As soon as you walked out, he caught your wrist with his hand. You barely had opened your mouth to protest before he was on you, pressing you against an alley wall as his hands slid up your thighs.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he mumbled against your skin while his lips assaulted your neck. “You were just begging for me to bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone.”

You felt your body growing hot under Whitney’s skilled touch. His hands groped your ass and you felt him smirk.

“And no panties. I’ve trained you well,” Whitney said. But just as suddenly as he began, he stopped. He pulled you out of the alley and started walking again.

You, again, tried to protest, but the brief endeavor had left you light-headed, so all that came out was a few odd sounds and squeaks.

“What?” Whitney replied, as if you had actually spoken any sort of human language. “I promised my slut a date night. What kind of romantic boyfriend would I be if I fucked you in that alley like some common whore. I’m taking you home.” He flashed you a wink and you felt weak in the knees.

The two of you walked the familiar route to Whitney’s place, neither speaking. The air was so thick with sexual tension you were afraid that if you opened your mouth, you wouldn’t be able to help yourself. So you opted to stay silent and presumably, Whitney was feeling the same way. He didn’t say anything, but the feeling of his hand gripping yours said enough.

You barely made it into Whitney’s room before he was slamming the door behind him, kicking off his shoes, and shoving you down on his bed.

“You have been begging for this all night, slut,” he practically growled as he kissed you aggressively, grinding his crotch into yours. “Feel that? That’s all your fault.”

“Whitney…” you whimpered as he tugged a fistful of your hair. He pushed you so you were laying flat and then crawled over you. His eyes were dark and he was panting.

Leaning back on his heels, Whitney sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You just look so…fuck!”

You tilted your head in confusion, but Whitney dove back in, pushing your skirt up to your hips and slipping a hand between your thighs. “Of course you’re already fucking dripping. Not that I would expect anything less.”

He crawled back and positioned his head between your legs. “You drive me fucking crazy. Just know that.”

Then he flicked his tongue against your clit and you moaned.

Whitney began eating you out, truly, like a man starved. He rarely went down on you, which made this even more special. He expertly alternated between licking and light sucking, eagerly lapping you up.

You tried to speak again, to tell him to slow down, but all you could manage was to weakly moan his name. This had the opposite effect of what you wanted, further encouraging him. His nails were digging into your thighs and when you looked down and made eye contact with him, things were too much.

You cried out and your back arched off the bed as you came, Whitney still drinking up your juices. As you came down from the high he finally pulled back, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, the lower half of his face shiny and slick.

“Tastes good,” he said with a smirk, tugging off his pants. His cock looked almost painfully hard and flushed, precum dripping from the tip. You reached out to touch it but Whitney quickly was positioned between your legs. He teased your clit with the head of his dick, eliciting a squeak from you.

Then, he slid into you, letting out a sharp gasp in the process. He mumbled something that sounded like “I love you” but your head had gone fuzzy from the feeling of him stretching you out, so you weren’t entirely sure.

“So fucking good,” Whitney groaned as he slowly started thrusting. “How’s a slut like you feel so fucking tight?”

Whitney yanked down the top of your dress and began to grope your tits and pinch your nipples. His hand on your body, the feeling of his cock inside you - it was all too good.

“F-fuck,” you managed to squeak out. “Feels so good, Whit…”

His face was flushed as he pounded even harder into you, lifting up your leg to get even deeper. “Oh my god,” you gasped, wrapping your arms around his back and digging your nails into the bare skin under his shirt.

“I-I,” you started but that was all you got out before your second orgasm hit you. You squeezed your eyes shut as you rode the wave of pleasure, your mouth falling open and only short, breathy sounds coming out.

Whitney was fucking you hard, the bed frame squeaking with every thrust. He was panting when suddenly he pulled out of you and stroked his cock as he came. Ropes of cum shot out and sprayed across your tits and the front of your dress.

“Fuck, slut,” his shoulders were heaving. “You fucking…” he left the rest of that thought unfinished.

“Mm,” was the only response you could give as you were still recovering. The two of you sat in silence briefly before you sat up. “Hey. You got cum on my nice dress.”

Whitney shrugged and flopped down next to you, propping himself up on one arm. “You shouldn’t have looked so hot in it. It’s your own fault.”

You turned to face him, a small smile on your face. “Well. Thanks for the date night.”

He blushed again. “Don’t mention it. I mean it.”

You nuzzled into him, resting your head on his chest. His heart was still beating fast. “You got it.”

#degrees of lewdity #dol #whitney the bully #dol whitney #dol fanfic #dol whitney x reader #prompt event #writing #okkayyyy didnt turn out EXACTLY how i wanted but still good enough methinks #i wanted whit to be a lil more romantic - a lil less tsun tsun a lil more dere dere -#but i couldnt work it otu ASFDSADFSS so have some implied love ig

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deathmetalangel · 1 year

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hi if your taking requests I’d like to request a mid 90s forth-grade x fem skater reader. I could be whatever tbh but she’s like really soft and nice. Idk you could do what ever you think is best <33

IN CHAINS, ENTOMBED (FOURTH GRADE X FEM!READER)

warnings: stevie has mommy issues, mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, sad stevie, nothing else really it’s mostly fluff

“from the day you arrived, i’ve remained, by your side, in chains, entombed”

ahhh i just really love fourth grade. i might’ve went overboard a slight bit.

Their friend group was strange, anyone could see that. They varied in ages, most being juniors and seniors with two exceptions. And they drastically varied in personalities. Ray was the oldest and looked out for his friends like siblings, they were all he had. Fuckshit was rowdy and always down for a party to distract himself and stay entertained. Fourth Grade was more aloof, the others called it stupid, but Y/n preferred observant.

Y/n herself was the sweetest person you’ll ever meet, a heart made of gold that shone brightly wherever she went. Ruben was almost condescending at times, he always felt the need to prove himself to Ray and Fuckshit. And Stevie, he spiraled down a dark path for a long time. Until now, he finally returned to the sweet boy they met at first. So eager and just happy to have friends.

They had their squabbles sure, but nothing they’d ever let separate them. The closest out of everyone was easily Y/n and Fourth Grade. She was a senior, about a year older than he was. Yet they’d known each other for years. She’d lived on the nicer side of town, but their dads had been really good friends. Both worked at the DMV, but it’s where their moms worked that changed their living situations. Mrs. L/n was, to be quite honest a spoilt brat of a woman. She was heinous and cruel. Only supported by her husband and her trust fund. Which she spent most of pretty quickly during her college years. But it still kept the family going strong.

Y/n had a surprisingly good work ethic. She didn’t work at Motor like Fuckshit and Ray, but she did work with her uncle at his mechanic shop. It helps to fund her “passion project”. Which is just an old 67’ Mustang Shelby.

Said girl currently sits on the couch in the back of the skate shop, her feet propped up on Fourth Grade’s lap with a book placed in hers. Her beanie is slightly slipping from her head, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “College applications are stupid. They’re all the counselors at school talk about now. I get that they’re important, but I don’t even know If I wanna go to college.” She sighs before shutting the textbook.

Fourth Grade turns to look at her, his usual far off look replaced. She always has his full attention. It doesn’t matter what she’s talking about. He’s gonna listen if she’s the one saying it. “I dunno. You’re smart. College might be good.” Ruben looks at them from the other couch. He was more interested in them than what Fuckshit was rambling about next to him. He liked the way Fourth Grade looked at her. It was, for lack of better words, full of devotion. He never sees that at home.

“Yeah, but where would I even go? All of these colleges are expensive and far away. I wouldn’t wanna leave you or the guys.” Mostly him. “I think I wanna be a mechanic. Sounds stupid huh?” She brushes off her own words.

Fourth Grade shakes his head. “I don’t think it’s stupid.” He mumbles off handedly. Like his words held no weight, what did they mean coming from someone as dumb as him? “I’ve seen your car, you’re good. You should do it.”

Yet his words meant the most to her. “You want to be a director right? You can go to college for that you know. A few colleges with fine arts programs reached out to me too. I think you’d do good.” He never really expected her to remember anything about what he wanted to do. Most of the guys assumed he just didn’t know or was too stupid to care. He pauses, they both think about the cost of it all. “I mean there’s scholarships and stuff. Next year I can help you look into it?”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course.”

She smiles at him, sweet and genuine. Ruben liked the way she looked at him too. There was no doubt with her, she loved him. Fourth Grade feels himself growing flustered. Y/n tended to do that to him. It was like he was in middle school all over again. She was the one who taught him how to skate. Y/n was so patient and understanding, she still is.

Everyone’s attention is caught by the bell to the front door. It chimes letting them know someone is walking in. The someone was Stevie, the only one missing from the current hang out besides Ray who was helping his mom. He’s a mamas boy, but y/n won’t tell anyone where he’s at. The guys tend to tease. Stevie walks in the shop clearly aggravated. She hadn’t seen him this agitated since last summer.

“Hey Fuckshit can you and Ruben go get some Arizonas and snacks? It’s on me just take this twenty. I don’t feel like going.” She holds out the cash she grabbed from her pocket.

Fuckshit looks up at her and takes the cash. “Hm yeah sure. Only cause you treating ma. I’ll get some different flavors n shit. Come on Ruben let’s bounce.” He clearly didn’t see her true intentions as he walks past Stevie on his way out. Y/n sits up straight as Stevie finally comes over to them on the couch.

“Hey Stevie you okay? It’s just us,” He knew what she meant. Just her and Fourth Grade so he could say whatever he wanted judgment free. He bites down on his lip to stop it from quivering. His nose twitches, she picks up on his tells. Y/n places a gentle hand on Stevie’s arm. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Just sit down, we can talk when you’re ready.”

Fourth Grade watches her tentatively. She was so gentle. Stevie sits down in between the teens before he places his head onto her lap. Y/n looks at Fourth Grade who was watching Stevie carefully. The boy had been through a lot in the time they were friends. He’d grown to care about him a lot. Y/n softly caresses the boys hair. Her best attempt at soothing him.

“My mom she just doesn’t get it anymore. She doesn’t get me anymore. She’s always with some guy, Ian says she used to be like that before I was born. But I thought she’d be better. She’s so preoccupied I never see her. And then she just bugs about stupid shit. I hate her sometimes.” He vents to the pair who don’t pity him, they are just there to console him.

Y/n sighs. “I get it. My moms flighty. Always in her own world. I’ve met your mom, and both times weren’t exactly pleasant or under great circumstances. But, I do think she cares. She loves you, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to feel this way. She isn’t right to put more focus on someone other than you especially when you’re so young. However, she is still entitled to a love life Stevie.” He liked talking to her. She never judged him. Or scolded him. Just let him talk, and would advise him as best she could.

Y/n looks at Fourth Grade, her eyes flicking down to Stevie as if to tell him to say something. He can get that hint at least. “It’s hard for a mom to have a son. My moms weird with me sometimes, it’s different than her having a girl. Ya know? She’s probably just nervous because you’re getting big and growing up.” She smiles at him, his thoughtful answer was more than adequate. He blushes at her smile. She always did encourage him to be smarter than everyone thought he was.

“You and y/n aren’t weird with me. So why is she?” Y/n blushes slightly at the implications of what he was saying. “Y/n you don’t ignore me for Fourth Grade. And you’ve been like in love forever. So why does she ignore me for those guys she’s known for a few months?” Both teens almost were too embarrassed to answer.

Y/n tries to recover as best she can. “We’re a lot closer in age to you than she is Stevie. We know what it’s like to be your age. She doesn’t remember it quite as well. And me and Fourth Grade, we’re not- um. New relationships take more work. There’s a lot more of getting to know each other Stevie. That’s probably why.” She can’t even make eye contact with Fourth Grade who kind of just sits there trying to figure out what she’s saying.

They weren’t dating, but why didn’t she finish her sentence. Was he reading too much into her words? “Can I stay at your house tonight? And maybe Fourth Grade stay over too?”

Y/n smiles softly. She could never say no to Stevie. She gently wipes away a few stray tears from the boys face before responding. “Of course you can stay with me. I’d rather you stay over than be god knows where. And you’d have to ask Fourth Grade if he wants to have a little sleepover.”

Stevie looks up towards Fourth Grade who’s caught slightly off guard. “Can you come too? I like when you’re hanging out with us.”

“Sure kid.” They were really the only ones who actually treated Stevie like a kid. He wasn’t Sunburn the cool skater, he was Stevie the twelve year old. They didn’t infantilize him or belittle him, he was still an equal. But they made sure to remember he was still growing up. He didn’t have to be cool and drink or smoke. He was dorky and that was fine.

Stevie smiles before laying down on Y/n’s lap again. Her fingers gently play with his hair as he starts to fall asleep. Y/n hums a soft lullaby as he does. “He’s a good kid. It’s funny you act more like a mom than a friend to him sometimes.” Fourth Grade whispers while he watches the boy nap.

“I guess it’s just my big sister instincts. And what about you? I swear sometimes he comes to you with his problems more than me or Ray. Fourth Grade I like this girl what do I do? Fourth Grade I need help with a video project for school. Fourth Grade I’m mad at my friend again.” She laughs softly before looking back down at Stevie.

Fourth Grade laughs as well. He did often get tasked with helping Stevie, it was mostly with stuff he didn’t want to ask Y/n about. He cared a lot about what she thought of him. “He’s a bit confused, but he’s only got his mom and his brother. And his brother doesn’t seem like the brotherly type. We’re really the closest he’s got to older siblings. And only three of us are decent influences.” Fuckshit and Ruben were most definitely not good influences. In fact Y/n almost has a heart attack when she finds out Stevie is hanging out with only them.

“You parent him a lot Y/n. And you always manage to get me roped into it.” Fourth Grade chuckles softly. “No wonder he thinks we’re dating.” He mumbles the end. Afraid of the weight of his words.

Y/n pauses. “I mean, we do kind of act coupley. I wouldn’t be surprised if more people thought we were dating. I don’t really care. I’m comfortable around you.” This was her way of putting the ball in his court. Fourth Grade pauses. He looks at her and just thinks. Jesus she had him whipped. Ever since he met her he’s been following her around like a puppy.

Yet, he really didn’t want it any other way. He liked being around her. Y/n was kind, but not ignorant in the slightest. She was intelligent and so fucking sweet. He fell more in love with her little by little, he was entombed by her very being. “You scare off any girls I might get, you know that right?”

She giggles. He wasn’t serious, but he wasn’t lying either. “Like you don’t scare off guys. ‘Don’t talk to her she’s with that tall lanky guy’. I hear pretty well you know.” Fourth Grade smiles.

“I mean if we’re ruining each others chances of ever dating someone, why don’t we just actually date?” Her eyes widen. She hadn’t actually expected him to be so up front. Fourth Grade never said anything this forward. He usually stuttered and rethought his words mid sentence.

She looks into his eyes. She could tell he was being genuine, perhaps that was what compelled his bluntness. “Are you asking me out Fourth Grade?”

He scratches the back of his neck almost awkwardly. “Uh-yeah. I mean. If you wanna.” And there was the Fourth Grade she knew. Y/n smiles before gently kissing his cheek.

“I’d love to.” She smiles before placing her head on his shoulder. Leaning onto him while Stevie napped comfortably in her lap. “I love you, you know. I have since we were kids.”

His face was almost bright red. Fourth Grade swallows hard. “Y-yeah? If I’m being honest you’ve had me since we met. Especially after you taught me to Ollie.”

She smiles at the memory. “I don’t think Fuckshit is coming back with my money.”

Fourth Grade wants to laugh, he quiets himself into a soft chuckle. “Yeah. I don’t think so either. It’s okay though. We can just relax. Just us.”

Y/n mumbles something before slowly dozing off with her head still resting on his shoulder. Fourth Grade looks down at her, still in awe of the girl before him. He’d do anything for her. And he knew she’d do the same. That’s just how she was, the kind of person she was. The person he was so irreparably in love with. And by her side he’d remain.

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perfectly-imperfect82 · 10 months

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Security!

I was sneaking my way through the hallways, making sure to not be seen by security but also make it seem like I was suppose to be here.

I saw a sign that said field, bingo. That is where the team must be or going to be.

I quickly made my way to the tunnel and looked out on the field.

I saw the team by the benches and I felt my heart pick up at what I was about to do, who I was about to meet.

I slowly made my way over the bench, which it surprisingly took a long time for anyone to notice me.

"Who are you?" Ash asked once she saw you

"I'm (y/n)" I said as I continued my way over to them

"And what are you doing here?" Ash asked confused as the team was now all staring at me. I however was looking for one particular person. When I saw her, she looked shocked and fearful.

"I came to talk to Alex" I said still looking at Alex.

"I don't know you" Alex said finally saying something

"I just want to talk" i said keeping myself calm at all the looks I was getting.

"I think you need to leave kid, before we call security" Ash said moving closer to Alex in a protective manner while Alex just continue to stare at me

"I think you would much rather come and talk to me, then have me share what I know about you" I said with a smirk as I watched Alex panic since she knew who I was

"Are you blackmailing her?" Kelley asked angrily as I just nodded

"She is just a kid. There is no way she could actually know something about Alex that we already don't know" Allie said looking at me skeptically which only made my smirk grow. People always underestimate kids.

"Are you sure about that? I mean I may be only 13 years, but I would say this is a pretty juicy story" I said look right at Alex who was moving towards me. She looked pale and nervous which alone made me happier.

"I thought you would change your mind" I said as I turned to walk away as I heard "Alex, are you okay" but I new she was following me.

I made my way across the stadium and took a seat and watched as she followed me and took a seat next to me.

"So I'm guessing you realized who I am. I mean your parents still ask for a picture every year. I assumed you have seen at least one" I said continuing

"What do you want?" Alex asked with an a confused face

"Just to meet you in person" I said speaking honestly

"I don't believe you. You won't come here and sneak into a stadium. Then blackmail me to just meet me" Alex said not with an irrated look causing me to smile.

I mean she isn't completely wrong but most of it had been to meet her. To see what she is like in real life.

"No, it's pretty much just that"

"I still don't believe you" she said

"What? afraid I'm going to tell the world that the Alex Morgan had a baby as a teenager and gave her up for adoption to peruse soccer. Dont you think if I was going to that, I would have by now? Plus I would never actually tell anyone that your my birth mom. That would put to much attention and be a burden on me" I said causing her to glare but I honestly didn't mind. She seems way nicer on tv and social media

"In that case. SECURITY!" She yelled causing my eyes to widen in shock. I was not expecting that.

I looked over and saw two security guards running my way so I took off running towards the exit. However due to my condition and not being able to work out, I was slower than normal and the were able to catch me.

The tackled me to the ground. They forced me the ground held me there.

I started to panic as i new I shouldn't be flat on the ground. I felt my chest start to tighten and the lightheadness and dizziness start to kick in after a minute.

"Sit me up" I managed to get out but I was ignored. Paying attention to what was around me was getting more difficult as the discomfort grew in my chest.

That's when I heard it though, my mom

"Get off her, your hurting her" my mom yelled

"Get of the kid, now" I heard a male say and instantly the security guards were off me

The next thing I knew I was pulled up into the sitting position and met the worried eyes of my mom as she looked me over. The discomfort and dizziness was going away quickly now that I was sitting up

"I'm okay, I promise" I said looking at my mom as she started to calm down

That's when I noticed the team was surround us and looking at me with curiosity

"Do you want her to check out by our trainer?" Vlakto asked looking at me mom, he must know. Of course he knows, how else would mom manage to get in without telling him

"No" I answered while my mom said "yes" causing me to glare at her which she returned

"I just want to leave, it wasn't what I thought it would be" I said moving my eyes to Alex so she could get the message. I watched her her eyes soften as she saw Alex

"Once I know your are okay for tomorrow" she said giving me a sad smile and I gave up. Knowing it would make her feel better.

I stood up with my moms help and we followed Vlakto to the training room were we watched him talk to the trainer before he called me over.

"I'm guessing you've done this before?" The trainer asked point to the heart monitor machine and I just nodded and took off my shirt, leaving me in a sports bra for him to attach everything.

"If it's okay with you, I would like to talk to you privately" Vlakto said to my mom who then looked at me hesitantly.

"Go, I'll be fine" I said giving her a smile and with that they left.

Just as the trainer finished attaching everything, a group of the team walked in causing me to roll my eyes

"Well for sneaking in to meet us, you don't look so happy to see us" Emily said taking a seat in front of me

"I didn't come to see all of you, I came to see one person. I met her and now I'm good" I said glaring at her and I felt a glare back and saw Kelley standing behind her glaring at me

"Why are you attached to these? We don't usually do this when a fan gets tackled by security or anything?" Mal said looking at me confused.

"Nothing for you to be concern with" I said and pulled out my phone and did my best to ignored them.

They didn't leave which made me uncomfortable.

When the trainer was happy with results and took my blood pressure he told me I was good. I quickly threw on my sweatshirt and looked at that team who was blocking my path.

"Are you sure your okay?" Lindsey say looking at me with concern once the trainer left

"Yes, I'm fine"

"No, like your overall health" Lindsey said causing me to look at her shock. That is not a question most people would ask

"And you call me rude" Emily said before turning back to me

"But are you?" She continued as i then turned my shocked express to her

I went to move towards the door, ignoring them and just wanting to leave.

That's when I saw Kelley blocking the door.

"Can you move? I would like to leave now" I said giving an annoyed look.

"I just want to talk" Kelley said as she looked to the other to leave, which they did to my surprise

"What do you want?" I asked

"I know who you are" Kelley said

"Good for you. Now I want to go to my mom and leave" I said

"I'll let you go in a second. Just answer this questions. What is wrong with your health?" She said and I saw her expression change of the angry to concern which confused me

I gave in "No, I have a heart tumor. I'm having surgery on it tomorrow and found out you guys where here. That's why I came. I wanted to met Alex once, just incase" I said looking away from her as she just looked at me with shock and sadness

"Can I go now?" I asked still not looking at her

I saw her move and I headed out the door

"Just so you know, she isn't normally like that. You just surprised her and it scared her. Also, she may not know you, but she has always loved you and wanted you to have the best in life" Kelley said causing me to stop for a second.

I felt tears come to my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away before continuing on my way out to find my my mom. The person I wanted to spent the rest of my time with before surgery.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine

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makilime · 2 months

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Rex Splode x Gn!Reader

I wasn't joking when I said that just now this character won't let me think straight.

⏤͟͟͞͞ ｟Dating heacanons｠⏤͟͟͞͞

Patience is not an option, it is a requirement with this man. There will be moments when you'll just want him to shut his mouth.

Now, either you share the same neuron or you'll probably need to count to 10 a hundred times a day.

If you share the same neuron, he's your man, although you'll probably get a stomach ache for laughing at their stupidity.

That would probably bring you a lot of scolding if that's the case, you won't be Immortal's favourite person, that's for sure.

If you're someone more serious, he'll try hard to at least get a smile out of you.

Your relationship would be a poorly hidden secret. He's not ready to admit he's dating someone yet, rather he doesn't want anyone to find out about It because Eve and Kate will almost certainly explain to you that he's a total idiot.

It's not like they're lying, but after almost dying he's really trying to get better.

Yeah, remember"poorly hidden secret"? Well, he talks about you 24/7, without saying your name of course. "I'm going on a date with someone really hot, it's like the coolest person I've ever met in my life"

Words of affirmation is something that would surprisingly make him be in the palm of your hand.

Not that he complains about other displays of affection, he's more than happy to receive any kind of physical contact and attention.

As for gifts, he is not too excited but he appreciates it.

He's not the kind of person who gives flowers or chocolates, he'd probably give you something you were looking at in a shop window, you'd find it in front of your door in the same bag he bought it in.

Civilian? He'll be all smug about how cool it is to be a hero and especially how cool he is as a hero "Save humanity? Yeah, I do it twice this week, easy peasy."

Hero? Then he will be a pain in the ass. It's not that he doubts your abilities, he just wants to take the lead, show you that you're safe with him, even though he'll probably cause more collateral damage in the process.

Who cares about saving the world? He would sacrifice the world to save you.

If you jump into danger, he'll stand by your side.

In private, his attitude is a little different. He will really listen to you and be someone you are comfortable talking to about your problems or anything that crosses your mind.

However, don't expect great advices, although I don't deny that he'll make a real effort.

Something quiet and simple is perfect for him, you would become his safe space, he wouldn't be alert all the time waiting for something to try to kill him.

Dates are more spontaneous than planned, if there is free time there is always the possibility of going to your favourite restaurant.

His perfect date would be go to get a drinks and then just watch movies at home, even better if it's your home... Although I don't think he have a home himself.

Who fell in love first? If you fell first, he fell harder for sure.

I mean, the first week he would think "of course, who wouldn't fall in love with me?".

After a month he realised that you were serious and thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to try his luck.

... There was no turning back once he fell in love with you.

On the other hand, if he fell first, there will be no lack of reckless flirtations and awkward approaches, if you appreciate your personal space he will love your personal space.

In the middle of class you could see him at the window beckoning to you.

Casually one day the fire alarm is turned on and he convinces you to skive off, can you blame him? He just wants to take advantage of his free time.

If you went on a mission together he wouldn't get tired of teasing you.

However, if you are a man, you will suddenly realise that he is much nicer to you than to others. Favouritism is more than obvious to everyone.

Especially when you're in the same room with other guys, he'll suddenly go from calling Mark a chicken to offering if you want to get something to eat after training, he won't let you pay for anything.

Maybe a casual spanking after finishing a mission, just to reinforce the camaraderie of course.

It's the first time I write in this format, so sorry if something is written weirdly, English is not my first language.

If you have any request I'll be happy to write or draw it, I also do fanfics :D

#rex splode x reader #rex sloan x reader #rex sloan #rex splode #invincible #gn reader

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melanieph321 · 1 year

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Can you write something about Ruben based on “Beautiful liar” by Beyoncé&Shakira? I don’t think he is that kind of guy but I don’t know why I though about him while listening it😂

Yeah, so this request is too good to be a one shot. I'm making it into a three part series!⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ruben Dias x Reader - Beautiful Liar Part 1/3

Enjoy!

"You snore when you sleep, did you know that?"

"I don't." You muttered.

Rubens hands moved under the bed covers, caressing and grouping your naked body.

"You're gonna be late for work."

He grinned. "Let me work on you first."

It had been your first time spending the night. Sex with Ruben was just as you expected, eager and a bit needy. His egerness and need for your body showed long into the early morning. Who knows, you two might have been fucking each other all night.

"Ruben, go!" You groaned. But he rolled on top of you in a pathetic attempt to get a quicky in before work.

"Five more minutes."

He traced sloppy kisses down your body, his head disappearing beneath the duvet.

"Fuck."

His hands spread your legs like butter whilst his tounge swirled your clit like a popsicle.

"You can leave whenever, no stress."

Following a hot shower together, you found yourself in Ruben's kitchen. He was getting dressed for work, whilst you sat nibbling on a cluster of sweet grapes.

"What, no making me breakfast?"

He turned to you, his shirt yet buttoned and a sloppy black tie hanging around his neck.

"Seems like your eating me up right now." He smiled. Your eyes were sinfully scoping out his sculptured body.

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Besides..." He said, working the buttons on his shirt. "I've already had my breakfast this morning. It was delicious."

You held your chuckle, thighs pressing together underneath the table. The sensation of him was still there, Ruben and his slippery tounge.

"Have a nice day at work." You said. He came over to the kitchen Island where you sat, tilting your head back by slightly pulling your hair.

"God you're so sexy." He said and kissed you lips.

"Thanks, you two."

He chuckled "Don't forget to lock the door when you leave. The key is in the little pot by the door.

"Okay, I will."

Your day was much slower than Rubens. Working from home was usually a bore, but Rubens apartment had a nicer view than yours.

You asked yourself if this was supposed to be a one night stand? Ruben had been very relentless about his attraction to you ever since you stepped into his office two months ago. It had gone all down hill from there. Telling him that you didn't date colleagues, let alone your boss' assistant only seemed to make him what you more. Forbidden love. Which hopless romantic hadn't fallen into that trap before? You were glad however, that Ruben had respected you needs to take things slow. He neither saw you as a tease or a office cunt for making him wait two months to get with you.

"Shoot!"

It was around lunchtime. You were headed towards your favorite café in Manchester, when you realized that you had forgotten your purse at Ruben's. You had no intention on going back there once you left. It would be better for Ruben not to hear from you in a while. This way rumors around the office would seize to spread. Nevertheless you needed your purse and Ruben had already told you where the spare key was. Your reaction though, stepping into his apartment and finding another woman in there, a pregnant one at that.

"Hello?" She smiled. "Can I help you?"

She was surprisingly calm for a woman being met by a stranger looking for a purse.

"Um...I just forgot my purse." You said, unsure how to introduce yourself to the woman. Was she Rubens sister, in that case had Ruben told her about you?

"Oh, this one?" She held up the bag in front if her, looking admirable at it. After all, it was your finest Louis Vuitton. Ruben got it for you on your birthday.

"Yes. Thank you." You stepped forwards to grab the bag, forcing yourself not to stare at the womas bloated belly.

"Are you Rubens assistant?" She asked, with a hand to her stomach. The ring on her finger was beautiful. You were a bit of a jewelry enthusiasts so seeing a fine diamond like that always caught your attention.

"No, I'm his....his...we work together. I'm his colleague." You didn't know who this woman was, she could be working for HR for all you know. You and Ruben had agreed to keep things on the low, at least until you switched office next month.

"How nice to finally meet one of Ruben's coworkers. I barely know what he does for a living. " The woman laughed, her laughter seemed to lift the whole apartment. She was beautiful, you thought. Plump lips and thick brown hair.

"Well, I couldn't tell you." You chuckled. "Other than being my boss assistant I barely know anything myself."

It was true, you weren't even sure when and if Ruben had lunch breaks.

"You're funny." The woman said, stretching out a hand for you to greet.

"Y/N."

"Y/N, how beautiful. I'm Charlotte Dias, Rubens wife."

A moment of silence, as time seemed to collapse around you.

"C...come again?"

"I'm Charlotte Dias, Ruben's wife?"

His pregnant wife.

The woman looked at you with furrowed brows. "Haven't Ruben told you about me?

"Um...no, no he hasn't." You felt lightheaded and a sudden need to vomit.

"Is everything okay hun?" Charlotte stepped forward, her hands looking ready to catch you if you fell.

Your steps were wobbly, however you had to get out of there.

"I'm sorry I..." You moved to the door, fumbling with its handle.

"Wait, do you need me to..."

The door slammed shut behind you before Ruben's wife could finnish her sentence. Coming down the elevator, you stepped onto a busy street, feeling like you've gone crazy. Ruben had been lying to you. Lying to you about everything. You felt a need to hold in your tears but the pain that came with it was unbearable to withstand and so you weeped. Right there on the busy street you sat down on the sidewalk and weeped. How could he do this to you? That fucking liar.

#fanfiction #manchester city #man city #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias #football imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #footballer imagine #football x reader #football #smut

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kaigarax · 1 year

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Yami Sukehiro x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with someone that brings wonder into your life.”

“What’re you doing here?” Yami asked, taking a seat beside you.

You raised a brow, “I didn’t realise the pub was a place I wasn’t allowed to visit.”

“Never said that.” shrugged Yami before turning to the bartender and gesturing for him to bring whatever you were drinking as well.

“Then what did you mean?” You asked.

“Just that this isn’t a place that a noble Captain of a Magic Knight squad goes.”

“You’re here.”

“I’m not a noble.”

“And I am?”

Yami laughed, “the one and only here.”

The bartender was quick to bring Yami a drink of alcohol from the top shelf. It was one of those weird drinks that swirled multiple colours and was served only to those with a high level of mana. A drink strong enough to take a grown man out for a week and just happened to be very expensive.

Of course you liked drinking expensive things.

Yami did know of a few other nobles that frequented this bar. Most of them weren’t from the upper class families though and often order entire bottles instead of spending an evening here as you seemed to plan on doing.

There were a few Magic Squad Captains, apart from himself, that came here but they were few and far between. Even Yami didn’t come here often.

“How many drinks have you had?” Yami asked, eyeing the half empty mug of alcohol in your hand.

“Why’re you so curious?"

“Who says I’m curious?”

You leaned in towards him so suddenly that Yami thought you might have been going in to stab him. Instead, being the ever rational person you were, you grabbed his hand. “Your feelings say you’re curious.”

Yami eyed you curiously, “you aren’t wearing your gloves.”

“Didn’t want to.”

“Come on, you’re probably drunk.” Yami sighed, “come on. Let’s get you back before something bad happens. Wouldn’t want Vengeance worrying over you like a mother hen and I definitely don’t need Fugeleon scolding me.”

Yami found your hands were surprisingly warm as they slid down from his hand to his wrist.

You smiled, “you’re a lot nicer than anyone thinks.”

“And you’re a lot meaner.”

“Your mind agrees, but your heart doesn't.”

“And what does my heart say?”

“That while you’re a little annoyed your curiosity definitely beats out that annoyance. And sure, you came here wanting to unwind a bit but ultimately you’d rather entertain yourself by speaking with someone like me instead of drinking alone.” You gave a playful wink, “why else would you be here?”

Yami rolled his eyes, “neat little tick you have there.”

“Oh, I don’t need to use ‘tricks’ to figure out how you’re feeling. I can see it all right here.” you pointed to his face, “your eyes are very expressive. Always giving away what you’re really thinking and feeling.”

“I’m going to get Vengeance if you keep being such an ass.”

“Ah yes,” you looked off into the distance, “William.”

Yami raised a brow, “not very fond of him, are you.”

“It’s not that I dislike him or anything. It’s just sometimes he’s a little too…”

“Overbearing? Clingy? Obnoxiously positive?” Suggested Yami.

“Yeah. I guess you could say it’s been a pretty bad week. I don’t really want someone to just come in and tell me everything will get better eventually. Sometimes I think things are just better the way they are. Even if those things mean being not in a-so-great mood.” you explained.

Yami held up his mug, “well I can toast to that.”

You lifted your mug up to his own, tapping them together slightly, before downing the rest of what you had in your mug.

Yami was used to people drinking, Vanessa happened to be one of the biggest alcoholics in the Kingdom, but he hadn’t been expecting you to be so adverse to the effects. He was already feeling the lightheartedness that comes with a buzz and his cheeks were likely flushed. You, on the other hand, looked rather unaffected. Your eyes weren’t hazy and your gaze was direct. Maybe you were drinking something different?

Whatever.

You always were a weird one.

“So what’s the deal with you and Vengeance anyway?”

“The deal?”

“You know, your relationship status and whatever. I mean, you can feel everyone’s feelings so don’t you know-”

You cut him off with a smirk, “you’d be surprised at what people feel. It isn’t always as cut and dry as you may think it to be.”

“How so?”

“People like William, who don’t have strong feelings, are rather complex creatures. Everything feels rather similar. There are delicate differences like a twinge here or a slight edge there. It’s like the difference between teal and aqua. They’re different colours but don’t have much of a difference from a distance.” you explained, “get it?”

“Not even slightly.” Yami shrugged, “So, how are my feelings?”

“You’re very expressive, just as I said.”

“No but didn’t you just say everyone’s feelings are at different levels?”

You nodded.

“Then how do mine feel?”

“Oh,” you flushed, turning away from Yami and towards the bartender as he refilled yours and his mug.

Yami leaned forward, now suddenly intrigued at your sudden change in demeanor, “do they get your stomach tied in knots or something?”

“It’s just… that’s a rather intimate question.”

“Well you just finished explaining Vengeance's feelings so it can’t be that intimate, unless-”

“No. Definitely not.” you huffed, “and besides I didn’t describe how his feelings are. Just how people in general feel.”

“Whatever.”

You raised your mug to your lips before taking a long gulp. Was the alcohol hitting you now? Your cheeks weren’t yet flushed but it would probably take a few minutes before your system could fully take it in.

“So.” Yami said expectantly.

“So what?”

“Are you going to tell me or not?”

“Why should I?”

“Because I asked nicely.” Yami rolled his eyes, “do you need another reason?”

“Yes actually. I’m not some kind of toy that people can pass around to tell them whatever their feelings. I happen to be a person with feelings as well.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” teased Yami.

You elbowed him lightly, “come on.”

“So do you want me to pay you or something?”

“Of course not!”

“Then what?”

“Hmm,” you brought the mug back to your lips, taking another long drink. You looked rather deep in thought. Your eyes narrowed slightly and your eyebrows scrunched closely together. Yami found himself wanting to reach over and smooth the creases in your forehead but decided against it at the last second. He wasn’t some weirdo.

His decision to pull away at the last second though ended up with his arm awkwardly in the air between the two of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

Yami cleared his throat, feeling a flush crawl up his neck, “there was a fly in the air.”

You smiled, “of course you did.”

“You and your little tricks.” huffed Yami.

“Alright,” you placed your mug down on the counter with certainty, “I'll describe your feelings but only if you promise to do something for me.”

“As long as it's nothing to do with Nozel. My brain is literally going to melt if I have to deal with another one of his outbursts.”

“I actually find his outbursts rather amusing.”

“That’s because you’ve never been on the receiving end.”

“Well regardless, this doesn't have to do with him.”

“So what is it that you want? I’m not paying your tab or anything am I?”

“Of course not and it shouldn’t be embarrassing either.”

Yami eyed you suspiciously, “how… reassuring.”

“Very~” you reached into the small bag pulling out a wad of gold coins, “so what kinds of things are you willing to do?”

The bartender came back to count the coins you’d left for him.

“Anything.” answered Yami.

The bartender tried to hand over extra coins to you but you pushed them back towards the bartender before turning to look at Yami, “anything? Well then-”

Yami cut you off, “anything within restraint. Like I said before, nothing that’ll get me in trouble.”

“Great!” you smiled, grabbing Yami’s hand and running out of the bar with him.

You smiled in a way that Yami hadn’t seen you smile. Your eyes glimmered with excitement and untold secrets.

You’d always been childish but Yami can’t recall the last time you’d actually looked so young.

You were one of the younger captains but the age difference hadn’t actually occurred to Yami until right now. You didn’t have the same stress lines you did before. No worry or stress evident upon your features. It was almost like seeing a different side of you.

The two of you ran through the alleyways of the streets and eventually came out upon the edge of the city. A large clearing that seemed to disappear far into the distance where it met with the sky.

“What are we doing here?” Yami asked.

“I wanted to see the sky.”

“And so you dragged me along to see?”

“Of course. You said anything, after all and I wanted to see the sky.” you explained.

“So why did we have to run all the way here?”

“Because it’s easier to feel other people’s emotions when they’re not around other people and while they’re tired.”

“And why couldn’t you explain that to me before running off?”

“Because sometimes you gotta just go with the flow.”

“Is that what you were doing?” Yami asked, amusement bubbling up in his chest.

“Of course!” you smiled in a way that sent butterflies to his stomach, “doing things just because you can when you can is what makes the best little moments in life. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Yami nodded.

“Isn’t the sky beautiful tonight?” you asked.

Yami shrugged, “I guess.”

The sky did look rather nice today, but nothing very different from what he’s already seen. Perhaps there was something you saw that he didn’t?

“Girls are supposed to like pretty things like the stars, aren’t they?” Asked Yami.

“To be honest, I actually don’t think the stars are that pretty.” you shrugged, laying down on the ground and staring up at the sky, “kind of mundane, really.”

Yami raised an eyebrow curiously, taking a seat beside you, “huh. And what’re some things you do find interesting?”

You smiled in a way Yami didn’t know you could, “people that spark.”

“That thing where there are tiny spots of flickering light?”

“No, that's sparkling. Very different from a spark?”

Yami snorted, “what’s the difference?”

“Sparkling, as you so brilliantly put it, is tiny specks of flicking light. A spark, on the other hand, is a single burst of light that often erupts into flames.” you explained, a gleam in your eyes.

“And how exactly do people spark?”

“Passion, heart and brilliance.” The three mixed perfectly create the sensation known as ‘wonder’ or in other words, a spark.”

Yami laughed, “you’re so weird.”

“At least I don’t sit on the toilet all day,” you laughed, “that’s probably why your squad is always dead last in rankings. No Captain there to take care of them.”

“As if your squad is so good.”

“I’ll have you know that my squad ranks second, only after Golden Dawn.”

“Yeah, second in being tryhards.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “tryhards?”

“Don’t you know any modern lingo?” Yami rolled his eyes playfully, “it’s an insult to someone that tries too hard.”

“Huh. What a strange thing to say, especially since you, by the definition seem to be quite the tryhard yourself. Apart from Captain duties, of course.”

“Sweetheart, you’re talking to the King of Tryhards.”

“Didn’t you just say that being called a tryhard was an insult?”

“Nothing’s an insult when directed towards me.”

“Strange thing to boast about, but whatever suits you.” you sat up and once again snatched Yami’s hand. Your hands were pleasantly warm. Your fingers were softer than Yami’s own and left a pleasant tingling sensation as they moved down towards his wrist. “The moment right before the sun rises. Anticipation and determination. Survival and unknowing. You’re like a gentle breeze in the midst of a summer evening.”

Yami flushed, “nice trick.”

You rolled your eyes, “it’s not a trick.”

He interlocked his fingers with yours, “I know.”

Fall in love with someone that brings wonder into your life.

#Black Clover #black clover x reader #yami sukehiro x reader #100 ways to fall in love

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ikeromantic · 5 months

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Hello. For the Ikepri requests may I ask for Gilbert, rooftop and and honey cake? Thank you so much!

Ahh Gilbert. A mysterious prince from an enemy nation. Delicious ;) Apologies in advance if anything feels OOC - I haven't read his route yet as it isn't in EN. Approx. 500 words of Gilbert being sweet. IkePri New Years Event story!

“There you are, little rabbit. You’ve run to a place with nowhere to hide.” Gilbert kept his voice steady as he mounted the last step to the rooftop. No easy task after so many steps. He gripped his cane, glad for the extra support.

The Belle turned, her expression alarmed. “Wh- Prince Gilbert?”

He could see a tear still clinging to her eyelash, though she’d wiped the ones from her cheeks before she faced him. Such a delicate creature, she was. Fragile as spun glass. He could not understand how such a lovely thing made it to adulthood without developing the harsh bitterness and cruelty needed to survive.

“Very good. Yes. You remember me.” He flashed her a smile.

“Umm. Yes. Of course. But . . . if I may ask, why are you here? The party is down in the ballroom.” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Gilbert shrugged. “I followed you. I was curious where you were hurrying to. But there’s nothing here. Only you, and me.”

The Belle sniffled and looked away. “I just wanted some fresh air.”

“Because that nobleman snubbed you and his companion made a rude comment on your clothes?” Gilbert drew closer to her, like a moth to a candle flame. Only he was the dangerous one. Surely.

“No.”

“Mmmm. I don’t like it when people lie.”

The Belle’s shoulders slumped. “Fine. Yes. It just . . . I wasn’t expecting it. Sariel warned me I might have some trouble, as I’m new to court and the princes show me favor. But I just didn’t realize people would be so mean!”

“They might be nicer if you admitted you’re the Belle.”

Her head turned so quickly he thought she might hurt her neck. “I’m not! I’m just a - a person training with Sariel. To be a court minister or assistant.”

Gilbert’s smile widened. “What did I say about lies, little rabbit?” She started to say more, but he shushed her with a finger to her lips. “No, it’s fine. I understand. I’m an enemy prince, hm? Musn’t give anything away.”

She flushed at the brush of his fingertips to her mouth, and drew back from the touch. “Anyway, Prince Gilbert. Is there something you need?”

Just you, he thought, but only gave her a smile in response.

The Belle took a breath as if steeling herself. When she met his gaze, he could not miss the unbroken spirit there, determined and full of an inner fire. “May I tell you something?”

He gestured for her to continue.

Her lips curved up in a tremulous smile. “You make me very nervous, Prince Gilbert. I feel like everything you do is a calculation, a maneuver to bring you closer to some goal I don’t know about. But . . .” She cleared her throat, “I think maybe you are nicer than you want anyone to know.”

Gilbert chuckled, but it grew to a full laugh. “You are delightful. Truly.” He wiped a tear from his scarlet hued eye.

“I think it’s true though! You came up here to see if I was ok, even though it’s a long climb and you were out of breath at the top. And you could try to frighten me to tell you things, but you stop short. And -”

“And perhaps you are seeing what I want you to see. Afterall, little rabbit, I’d like you to like me.” Gilbert couldn’t help but trace her arm with his fingertips. He knew it would only make her shy away, but there was something about her that drew him in like an iron filing to a magnet.

Surprisingly, she didn’t pull away again and let his hand settle gracefully atop her forearm, as if he were escorting her. “If you want me to like you, then you should start by being less scary.”

“I should, hm?” His eyebrow rose. “And how would I do that?”

She nibbled at her lower lip in an adorable gesture. “I’ll have to think about it.”

Gilbert’s smile widened. The Belle was serious. It made something in his chest lurch. His neglected heart, perhaps. “It’s funny that you can stand up to me, the Conqueror Beast, but you crumble under some noble’s gaze.”

“Well . . . you - I just -” She stumbled over her words, startled.

He stepped closer, letting himself lean into her a little. “Just remember they aren’t better than you. Every one of them is a rabbit inside, just as nervous and afraid as you are.”

“That is somehow less comforting than you might think,” she replied wryly. “Is that why you came up here then? Because of what they said?”

“The party was less interesting without you.” He gazed out at the view of Rhodolite spread before them. It really was lovely up here, he thought. “You won’t mind if I rest here beside you for a little while longer?”

“No.” She grinned again, the nervous edge of it nearly gone.

He smiled back at her. Though he would need to return to the party, for now Gilbert felt as if he could stand here until dawn. Feeling her warmth at his side, her arm linked in his.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri Gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

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candycandy00 · 2 years

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plsss do shigaraki x short reader ?? like size kink stuff yk very high sorry shawty i love ur writing

Smut. 18+. Size kink.

You have a crush on your new boss. Just a minor one. Nothing important. But it does make the time pass quickly to know that you could run into him at any moment while dusting shelves or changing sheets. You’ve been working as a housekeeper at this villa for a few weeks now. Your quirk being rather useless in combat, you got shoved into whatever job was needed at the time. And right now, they need someone to clean the section of the villa that was given to the new leader of the group you belong to, newly dubbed the Paranormal Liberation Front.

Shigaraki Tomura was intimidating at first, even frightening. You hadn’t been on the streets that day when he fought, and defeated, Re-Destro. You have never seen him in action, but you’ve heard stories that made your blood run cold. Entire groups of people disintegrating at his touch. Buildings collapsing in seconds. Literal craters being formed in the ground. Who wouldn’t be terrified of this man?

The first night he came to his room, you didn’t even get a chance to introduce yourself before he closed the door. He didn’t reappear until the next evening, and you were shocked by how different he looked once out of the suit and coat, the creepy hand no longer on his face. He hobbled out of his room on crutches, wearing dark sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt. Aside from the injuries, he looked like a fairly normal twenty year old guy. You introduced yourself as the housekeeper and asked if he needed anything. Surprisingly, he was polite in his replies to you, though maybe a little dismissive.

Over the next few days, you observed him with great interest. He slept a lot the first few days, then started to move around more, occasionally going to the kitchen for snacks, rarely asking you to bring him anything. His friends came to see him often, and they could be a loud and rowdy bunch. You spotted him grinning a few times while talking to them, but when they were gone, he was quiet. To be honest, he seemed a bit lonely without them.

One day, out of the blue, he asked if there might be a gaming console of some kind at the villa. He was bored while waiting for his injuries to heal. You couldn’t find one there, so you brought one of your own from home. When you told him this, he seemed genuinely grateful. By the time you were watching him play games from a distance, you didn’t find him scary at all anymore.

Today he’s meeting with Re-Destro and the others, making plans of some sort that you’re not privy to. You’re in the hallway, dusting a tall book case. Being very short in stature, you have to pull a chair from the kitchen into the hall and climb onto it to reach the upper shelves. You’re lucky you were not expected to wear some sort of maid uniform. Instead, you wore casual clothes: denim shorts and a cropped t-shirt. You like being comfortable while you work.

The door at the end of the hall, leading to the foyer, opens. Shigaraki walks in, finally home from the meeting. His suit is more casual than the one he wore when he first took over as leader, and despite looking good in it, you stand by your opinion that he looks much nicer in his regular clothes.

As he approaches, you turn around in the chair and say, “Welcome back!”

He gives you a nod and a small wave as he starts to walk by you. You smile and return to dusting, but as you swivel back around to face the shelf, your foot slips on the shiny polished wood of the chair seat. You cry out in alarm as you fall, tumbling over the back of the chair and colliding with something soft yet firm. You feel your feet touching the ground and look up to see that Shigaraki has caught you in his arms.

You blush crimson and blurt out, “I’m so sorry! I should’ve been more careful!”

“It’s fine,” he says, though his voice is slightly strained. You remember then that he’s still badly injured, still recuperating. Before you can say anything more though, you feel the two of you falling toward the ground. You realize too late that Shigaraki had to drop his cane to catch you, and apparently that caused him to lose his balance.

The two of you hit the floor, Shigaraki on his back and you on top of him. Neither of you move for several seconds, as if you’re both waiting for the other person to say something first. Your face is pressed against his chest, and you can feel the soft, subtle thumping of his heartbeat. Finally, you raise up enough to look at his face. “Are you alright?” you ask. “I didn’t hurt you leg or reopen any wounds, did I?”

To your surprise, Shigaraki grins. “If a tiny girl like you can hurt me, I might as well give up.”

You blush again, suddenly very aware of the fact that the entire front of your body is fully in contact with his. One of your knees has slid over the side of his waist, your pelvic area shoved into his by the fall. To an observer who didn’t know the context, the two of you would look like lovers.

Carefully, so as not to aggravate his still-healing wounds, you move off him, inadvertently rubbing your crotch across his body. You’re both fully clothed, but the feel of it excites you. Your cheeks are still pink with embarrassment as you stand up and then hold out a hand to help him get to his feet.

When he stands up, you realize you’ve never stood this close to him before. Most of the times you’ve interacted with him, he’s been sitting down, or you’ve just walked by each other in the hall. But standing here, inches from him, you notice the height difference between you. Shigaraki isn’t the tallest guy around, but he’s practically a giant compared to you. Being short has provided plenty of challenges over your life time. You were picked on at school, you can never seem to reach things in the grocery store, and you still have to show ID to for every little thing, despite being in your twenties.

But now, staring up at Shigaraki, you kind of like being short. The size difference between you is kind of hot.

Shigaraki dusts off the suit he’s wearing and picks up his cane. He turns and starts to head to his room. Without really thinking, you reach out and grab the end of his jacket. “Wait!”

He turns and looks at you over his shoulder.

“Thank you for catching me!” you say.

He looks at you blankly for a few moments, then he says, “Wanna come to my room?”

You freeze. Did he just invite you to his room? Why? You’re practically nobody, an insignificant little speck in his world. You’re not naive. You know what he probably means by inviting you, where it will most likely lead. You hesitate, not because you don’t want to sleep with him, but because you worry about becoming emotionally attached. Then you remember that lonely look he sometimes gets when his friends have all left for the evening, and your hesitation is forgotten.

“I’d love to,” you finally answer him, and then the two of you walk down the hall together and into his room, shutting the door behind you.

You watch him pull off the pieces of his suit until only black pants and an unbuttoned white shirt remain. There are still bandages here and there, and his missing fingers made him struggle a bit with his buttons. He pauses and looks at you expectantly, so you pull your shirt over your head and your shorts down to your ankles before stepping out of them.

Shigaraki looks you up and down, and you feel a little shy. You’ve never been particularly self conscious about your body, but you’ve never had a guy this hot staring at it before. He slips off his shirt, revealing his toned body, scars and bandages somehow making him look even sexier. You strip off your underwear, then step over to him. He’s trying to unbutton his pants in a hurry, but his mangled hand is fumbling. You reach down and do it for him, looking him in the eyes as you nimbly unbutton and unzip his pants, letting them slide open and down his hips a few inches.

He sits down on the nearby bed. “You’re going to have to be on top,” he says.

Of course. With that injured leg, not to mention his other injuries, it would be hard for him to get into most other positions. You sit down on his lap, settling your weight on the thigh of his good leg. The fabric of his pants feels soft against your bare skin. You turn toward him and kiss his lips, then turn your back to him and scoot back so that your naked ass is pressing into his crotch. You can already feel a growing bulge beneath his boxers as you wiggle yourself against him. He reaches around with one hand and gropes your breast, then leans his face forward and nuzzles your neck.

You happen to glance up and notice the full length mirror across from you, displaying the whole carnal scene. You look so small, like a little girl in daddy’s lap. But you’re a fully grown woman, and you watch in the mirror as Shigaraki’s hand glides down your stomach and lands between your thighs. He gropes at the soft plump flesh there, coating his hand in your arousal. You open your legs wide for him, giving him an excellent view in the mirror, and he pinches your clit as your reward, making you moan and shudder in his lap.

He leans back slightly, giving you room to reach down and pull his cock from his boxers. It’s so big, so hard. You wonder if it will even fit inside you, given your small size. But you’ll be damned if you don’t try. Using the mirror to see what you’re doing, you raise up and then lower yourself onto his cock. You go slowly, carefully, at first. You don’t want to tear yourself open. Luckily, you’re soaking wet, which helps you get it halfway in. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself, then press down further and further until he’s all the way in.

You wince as he fills you all the way up and then some, stretching the delicate tissue. In the mirror, you can see a slight bulge in your lower stomach, the outline of his cock. Shigaraki see’s it too, and the image must turn him on, because it feels like he just got even harder. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he says against your ear.

His voice sends shivers down your spine. You raise up slightly and then drop back down, repeating the motion over and over so that you’re bouncing on his cock, your breasts shaking. The sheer size of him causes a dull, throbbing ache that hurts so good. By the time he reaches around again to vigorously rub your clit, you’re moaning loudly, shuddering under his touch, watching him watching you in the mirror.

You cum hard all over his cock, drenching his hand. All energy leaves your body, and you’re too exhausted to keep riding him, so he snakes his arms under yours and lifts you up slightly so that he can thrust upwards into you, going even deeper than he was before. Your small stature makes this too easy for him, and within minutes, he cums into your limp body.

Shigaraki falls backwards on the bed, and you fall back onto him, the two of you panting together. After a few moments, you roll over to face him, studying his expression. Will he tell you to get your clothes and get out? You’re not delusional enough to think this is the start of some epic romance, but you’d like to think the two of you could be friends.

When he says nothing, you roll off him and stand up. “I better get back to work,” you say awkwardly.

As you move away from the bed, you feel him take hold of your hand and gently pull you back. “Take the rest of the day off,” he says.

Your eyes widen. “Really? I don’t wanna get fired.”

He grins. “Trust me, you’re not getting fired.”

You grin back, then climb into bed beside him, deciding this is the best job ever.

#Shigaraki x Reader #Shigaraki x You #Shigaraki Fanfic #Shigaraki Smut #Shigaraki Tomura

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emeritus-fuckers · 4 months

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Ok so I didn’t think I’d ever ask this but could you write a old papa Nihil falling in love with one of the siblings of sin and they are obviously younger than him but it’s painfully obvious because he goes into a trance seeing them maybe idk I just need some papa Nihil my guy/girl/non-binary pal

Old Papa Nihil falling in love with a young Sibling of Sin

Nihil is always nicer to you, he's cranky with the other siblings but if you ask him for something, nothing is too much.

He can't always help but he tries. If it's work related he is, however, very useful, with all his years as Papa he knows some short cuts around Sister Imperator’s list of chores, or how to get round pointless paperwork... he wasn't the most studious of the Papas he spent more time avoiding work. Still if you ask him about the scriptures he actually has a very in depth knowledge of it all, he just hates bureaucracy.

The give away is that he always seems to be staring at you. Not in a creepy way, his gaze is loving and affectionate.

He can’t seem to tear himself away when he passes you in the corridor or if he sees you in the garden. He walked into a bookcase in the library because he was too enchanted with how you turned the page of the book you were reading.

When he gets to know you better he’ll always compliment you on something, your hair, your clothes even the way you do your makeup if you chose to wear it.

He is the first to notice when you have your hair cut.

He also seems to know before anyone else when you're sad. He takes you to one side and sits you down and says “you can tell me what’s wrong, I won’t tell a soul.” All those years of taking confession have made him a surprisingly good listener, when he needs to be.

He’ll always ask how you are and how your day has been. If are happy he’ll just sit and listen contented to be in your presence, he’ll zone out thinking about how beautiful you are when you smile.

He’s basically very sweet about it and he'll always look out for you. He knows he’s old so he doesn’t really expect anything back from you he’s just happy to be able to know you. If you did say kiss him on the cheek or something he'd just melt with happiness.

Written by Nyx.

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moon-fics · 8 months

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heey, I hope you are having a good week! could you please write a fratboy!tom holland based on daylight (ts!) where he met her and discovered that love is much more beautiful and happy than he ever imagined it to be 🥹🫶

Ugh! Ok bear with me because I'm awful at Frat fics 😭 and I'm watching Grey's Anatomy so this is gonna be awful! This is gonna be short but I hope you enjoy it!

Even from outside the house, you can hear the music clearly and there are drunk students wandering the lawn. Your best friend has her arms wrapped around yours, keeping you close like you always do. She somehow always convinces you to join her for the same party every week for the sole purpose of seeing her crush.

It's juvenile but you get free alcohol so why not indulge her. The moment you enter the fraternity house you're hit with the smell of booze and sweat, which thankfully you got used to. The first time you entered this house you had to keep walking outside for fresh air.

"Oh my god, there he is!" She yells in your ear, loud enough to be barely heard over the blasting music. She discreetly points at the blond boy she's been gushing about since she first saw him. "Isn't he so adorable?" She giggles and you take a long look at the boy and still can't see what she does. You'd try and reason with her about him, but they genuinely seem to like each other.

"Well, you know where to find me," You unhook your arm from hers, allowing her to practically levitate to him. Just like every week you slip past the swaying bodies and enter the kitchen. The drinks are already laid out on the island counter which is way too fancy for the fart house.

As you pour yourself a drink in a plastic purple cup you notice a group of boys have also entered the kitchen. They seem to be having an intense conversation, debating something you're not interested in enough to listen to. You scoop ice out of a cheap cooler, standing up straight a little too fast.

You slam into one of the boys, spilling ice and a bit of your drink on your shirt. You take a second to examine your shirt, it's not going to stain but it's an inconvenience for now.

"Hey, watch where you're going, asshole!" You snap, spinning on your heel to face whoever you hit. Sure, you're being rude by instantly reacting badly, but you just want to drink and wait until your best friend is done dancing around her crush.

The moment you turn your eyes lock with a boy who is holding an annoyed look, suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so harsh. As you stare at him you notice a shift in his eyes and his face relaxes. As if looking at you has somehow changed his mind about you. You clear your throat and now your shirt is unbearable to have on with alcohol-soaked cloth sticking to your stomach.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking!" He instantly replies, his hands in front of him in a surrendering gesture. His eyes land on the spillage that is still spreading and is now noticeable. "That does not look comfortable," He chuckles, running a hand through his gelled hair.

"Oh, no it feels really nice," You snark, pulling the shirt forward just enough to peel it off your damp skin. If you hadn't promised your friend you'd stay the entire night you would have gone home already. You know you should be nicer to him, it wasn't his fault. "Sorry for snapping at you," You sigh, glancing back up at him.

"I get it, it's a stuffy house and there's people everywhere. If I weren't obligated to be here I'd probably be anywhere else," He grins and now you can't help but find him handsome. His eyes wrinkle and shine in the dim lights. "I could grab you a new shirt, but it'll probably be a bit big," He suggests and a new shirt sounds perfect.

That's how you end up in his room, sitting on his bed that is surprisingly made. His room has a few posters taped to the wall, one of them being Spider-man. You expected everyone at a fraternity to have pinups and messy rooms, instead, his is organized and well thought out.

On his way up to his room, you learn his name is Tom and he's an open book. You could ask a million questions and he'd probably have a billion answers for you. It soothes your nerves that he's being sweet and not once has made a move.

"So, why did you join a frat?" You ask, leaning to the left to see him through the closet door. He's holding up two shirts on hangers as if he can't decide which ones to give you. Either one would work for tonight and you'd return it the next week. "Not to judge you based off of thirty minutes, but you don't seem like the type,"

He looks up from the shirts, his lips parted in surprise. It's a simple question, it's not like you're asking him something deeply personal. Yet, his expression makes you wonder if anyone has ever bothered to ask him anything that isn't skin deep.

"Ah, uhm my friend Harrison persuaded me to join with him," He answers quickly, putting one of the shirts back on his rack. He exits his closet, removing a grey long-sleeve shirt from the hanger. "Is this good?" He asks nervously.

You don't even take a second look at it before reaching for it, "Anything is better than smelling like alcohol," You joke, standing up from his bed. You gesture for him to turn around and he does so without protesting. He even goes as far as covering his eyes with one hand. "From what you said earlier, you don't enjoy the parties?"

Tom shakes his head, "It's always too crowded and I don't really know anyone. I try my best to socialize but after a while you kind of get sick of the loud music and constant flirting," He laughs but it's short-lived, it makes you feel bad for him. You understand the feeling of wanting to just be alone but ending up back at the party.

"I only come each week because my friend has a huge crush on this blond guy," You remove your shirt, wiping off some of the droplets of liquid off your skin. You swiftly straighten out his shirt and pull it over your head. It's a little heavy for how warm it is inside the room but it's comfortable enough to ignore. "You can turn around now,"

He hesitates for a second but drops his hand and shifts to face you. There's an awkward silence between the two of you which only grows longer. After maybe two minutes of you both looking anywhere but at each other he finally pipes up.

"Since we're both sort of obligated to show up at the party maybe we could hang out with each other," He squeaks out and quickly coughs to adjust his voice. "We could be friends," He suggests. You honestly don't even need to think about it, he's kind and how can you reject someone like him?

"Friends it is," You smile, your heart pounding at a newfound situation.

"No, seriously how can you be passing every other class except your history class?" You burst out laughing, staring at his grades for the semester. You really shouldn't be making fun of him, he worked hard and you helped him study for hours. Yet, you find yourself sitting on his bed covering your mouth while you giggle.

"Oh, I'm sorry are my grades making you upset?" He looks at his computer over your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist. His touch makes your chest bloom with warmth, forcing you to think back to the night you met him. You were so quick to judge him and now you can't help but be with him every second of the day.

"No, you're right I passed all my classes," You cackle, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. "I mean, if you had told me four months ago that I'd end up dating a guy who knows barely any history I think I'd avoid the cooler," You tease, kissing his cheek to make up for it.

"If you did that I'd probably find another way to spill your drink," He mumbles, lifting your chin with his fingers. He plants a long kiss on your lips, enjoying how soft they are. He pulls away barely an inch before continuing to talk, "I've never met someone who truly makes college a better experience,"

"That's so corny," You snort but your heart is doing backflips. You'd never admit it out loud but you're grateful your best friend constantly dragged you to each and every party if it meant meeting him.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland blurb #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x fem #tom holland fanfiction #Frat!tom

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bitterie-sweetie · 1 year

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Better than the movies

Pairing: Hoshi x reader Genre: fluff WC: 2.4k Warnings: alcohol, swearing

Everyone else is having fun at the party except you. And even worse is that the resident fuckboy just won't leave you alone.

If your life was a movie, at this moment, you'd be that introvert at a party. All alone by the bar, slowly nursing your drink as the only person you know has left your side to be with a bigger, louder crowd.

You know it's not your friend's fault. It'd be easy to blame her for insisting on bringing you to the party and then leaving you alone, but you also willingly came despite expecting that to happen. Maybe it's not too big of a deal, though. Your drink goes down smoothly, and you can vibe to music from here. Spending the holidays alone is totally fine, right?

At least it is until you spot him.

Kwon Soonyoung, the resident 'too hot for his own good and knows it' fuckboy, who happens to enjoy annoying you for his own entertainment. Why the hell is he here? You didn't know he was close enough to Joshua or Jeonghan to get invited, but then again you don't know much about him outside of the moments when he shamelessly flirts with you.

Now, he's alone and scanning the room. You watch him as his search continues, mildly intrigued that he'd care enough about this person to weave his way through the crowds. Lowkey, you hope he doesn't end up finding them so that he'd be just as alone as you are at this party. Maybe as karma for teasing you all throughout the semester.

And maybe then you'd feel a bit better about being alone.

But what you don't expect is that in the next moment, he suddenly turns towards you and meets your eyes. Forget all the remotely nice thoughts you had about him; you take them back. Kwon Soonyoung has the audacity to smirk as he makes his way towards you, and he's all too quick for you to make an escape.

"Oh look who it is," your enemy greets, settling down on the stool beside you. "Fancy seeing you here, Y/N."

Great. If you'd known that Joshua and Jeonghan invited him, you definitely wouldn't have come here tonight. Perhaps you should've written Soonyoung's name down on the 'do not invite' section of the form they sent out, although based on what you've heard, that section is actually used as a list of people they have to invite. For the chaos it'll cause or something like that.

"So? What's the most beautiful person doing here all alone?"

"Fuck off, Soonyoung," you mutter into your drink, not wanting to deal with him now of all times.

"Ah, I see," he nods to himself. "Yeah, the party is kind of lame, isn't it? How about we get out of here and do something more fun?"

"Don't you, like," you gesture vaguely, "have anyone else to bother?"

"Wow, that's so mean, Y/N. Come on, it's the holidays. Can't you make my wish come true and be a little nicer to me?” Soonyoung pouts just slightly and you can no longer tell if he's still joking or not.

You sigh, feeling the annoyance dissipate into a pang of guilt instead. He's not wrong—you probably should be a little nicer when it's the holidays and all. But before you can mutter an apology, he's moving his seat closer to you so he can lean in like he does every time he manages to sit beside you in class. It's nothing to react to, having grown all too used to it.

And yet… in class it's one thing. Here, it doesn't quite feel the same.

"What about you?" you ask, quickly changing the subject and looking away before the thoughts can continue. "Are you this nice to everyone?"

He's silent for a moment and you think you've managed to catch him off guard. But soon enough he bounces back just as easily. "Do you want me to only be nice to you?"

You lift your drink to your lips and use that as an excuse not to answer him.

Surprisingly, he doesn��t push it. Soonyoung stays silent for the next while and opts to sip on his drink quietly beside you, only turning to people-watch when you do. The rest of the party seems like an entirely different world from your corner: there's loud music blasting in the background and the room is filled with a sea of smiles and laughter. You can see your friend dancing on the table while Wonwoo silently begs them to come down, and over by the tree, Mingyu and his friend are all whispers and shy glances.

Overall, the party looks like a success. You can’t spot the hosts anywhere, but it seems like they did a great job with it if everyone is having a great time. Well, almost everyone.

Soonyoung follows your gaze. "They look like they're having fun."

"Then why aren’t you with them? That could be you too."

"Nah," he shakes his head. "I could think of much better things that you and I could be doing."

"Yeah? Like what?"

He leans in until his voice is a whisper in your ear, and you don’t need to see him to know that he’s wearing his signature cocky expression again. "You want to know? Come back to my place and I'll show you."

That has you nearly laughing out loud. Soonyoung has said that to you so many times that it's lost all meaning already, and you're not sure he even means it, really. At most he's simply trying to get a rise out of you, to annoy you just so he can say you're hot when you're angry. It's hilarious how little variation there is to his tricks; by now, you know all of them by heart like bad lines from a movie you've watched too many times.

Wait—movie lines. That's exactly what the things he says end up sounding like, as if they really are lines that he's sloppily copied from somewhere. There's always been something about them that sounded off and you know he says these things to be flirty, or at least attempt to be, but they make him come off as cringey instead.

On the other hand, why would he purposely be doing this? You shift a bit until you're facing him, trying to read him to maybe get a hint at his intentions. Tonight he looks less irritating with the filter of dim lighting and alcohol obscuring his face—those sharp eyes are softer, less smug, and his smile isn't quite as cocky either. It’s as if he looks sincere for once. As if his asshole persona is finally cracking and you're getting a glimpse of the person underneath it.

And maybe it’s seeing him like this, or maybe it's your judgment becoming more blurred by the minute, but you start to think. Would it be such a terrible idea to go with him and find out what awaits you? Surely it can’t be worse than being at this party and feeling like you're alone in a room full of people. It can’t be too bad if there's the off chance it might actually be fun, and maybe you’ll be able to figure out what his deal is.

Besides, the fact that he's the one keeping you company here while your friends are nowhere to be seen has to count for something.

"You know what? Okay, sure." You down the rest of your drink and set it aside. "Let's get out of here."

“Wait what?” Soonyoung merely stares at you for a moment as his smile is gradually replaced with a confused frown. You're not sure what kind of reaction you were expecting, but admittedly, it wasn't this. “Are you serious right now?"

"Yeah," you respond with a nod. "You're the one who suggested it, right? So let's go." When he's still slow to move, you slip out of your seat first. "Come on. Let's go and you can show me this fun time you've been proposing forever."

Now is when he should agree, you think. At least that's what you imagined—the moment you give in, he'd be springing up with a grin, as enthusiastic as he always is. But now, Soonyoung doesn't budge. He doesn’t react at all until the slight tilting of the ground beneath your feet ends up throwing you off balance.

"Be careful," he mutters, quickly reaching out to hold you steady, and then helps you sit back on your stool. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." You shoot him a smile once you're properly seated, and he immediately lets go. And for some reason, you actually find yourself missing the warmth of his touch as it quickly disappears and is replaced by cold air. That's a thought for another time, though. "Why wouldn't it be?" you say instead, rolling your eyes at him. "We're going to have a great night, aren't we?"

"Y/N... hey, what's wrong? Talk to me."

The denial is at the tip of your tongue but dies instantly when you glance at him. Already, the Soonyoung in front of you doesn't look like the one you've interacted with on campus. This one seems completely different, like a real person instead of the one dimensional side he’s always shown you before.

So you give in and decide to confide in him for the first time. "Well, for starters, I don't even know why I'm here. I thought this would at least be better than spending tonight in my apartment alone, but maybe it isn’t."

"You're not alone. I'm right here."

"No offense but… I'm not really sure that having a fuckboy as my only company makes it any better."

"Hey, no. What?" The frown on Soonyoung face deepens to the point where you can barely remember what his signature smirk looked like. You barely remember what was so irritating about him in the first place when he looks so serious now, even genuine. "Is that really how you see me?"

"Then how do you want me to see you? All you've done is try to flirt with me since the minute we met, and we've never actually had a real interaction outside of that. Until now."

And for once, there's no flirty retort, no smirk, no mischievous twinkle in his eyes. For once, he has no comeback at all.

"Like, what do you want from me, Soonyoung?" you continue, still running on liquid courage. "Why are you here and not with all the other people you could be with? I'm sure you have plenty of people to spend the holidays with, so are you here out of pity because I'm alone? Or is it because I'm just someone you want to mess around with for fun?"

"No, what? Shit, Y/N, I—" He pauses and runs a hand through his hair. "I'm not here for anyone else. I only came to this party at all because I was hoping you'd be here."

"Why would you do that?"

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you can see the many emotions flashing across his face. It's strange. You'd only ever seen the happy exterior he shows the world and never thought too much about it, but seeing him like this is putting him in a different light. And when paired with his words, you're finally starting to see that things might not have been what they seemed.

That there's more to him and to the behaviour that you'd easily dismissed.

"Because..." Soonyoung slowly drags out. "I wanted to see you. And hang out with you. And get to know you better—oh come on. Y/N, you're really going to make me spell it out?"

"Spell what out? That you're in love with me?"

"That—" He stops, and you think he's going to deny your little joke, but he doesn't. Even under the dim lighting, you can see the tinge of red spreading across Soonyoung's cheeks to the tip of his ears.

How is that possible? You had no idea that was even possible, and frankly, you still don't. But putting all of it together makes too much sense for it to not be true. The way he acted around you, the way he intentionally tried to get your attention each time—perhaps this rare moment of sincerity tonight is showing that it's true. It’s real.

"Really?” Your heart speeds up a notch despite not knowing how to respond to this sudden confession. “That's quite a way of showing it. Why couldn't we just talk normally then?"

"I… I guess I wanted you to notice me."

"Notice you?” you repeat, thinking he’s kidding until his gaze drops in embarrassment. “Have you ever looked in the mirror? Anyone would've noticed you, Soonyoung. You didn't have to act like an asshole for that to happen."

"You're not like that." Then before you can say anything, he continues. "But hey, give me a little credit here. I thought it was a dumb idea too, okay? It's all Jeonghan's fault, that bastard. Honestly, I don't know why I believed him for a second."

You study him again, searching his face for any sign that this might be a joke, but there isn’t any. Soonyoung meets your eyes and it’s like you can see through him for the first time. If anything, the part about everything being Jeonghan's idea does sound legitimate, even though the only thing you know about the guy is that he has inadvertently ruined your holiday by inviting you to this party.

"Y/N, you're not alone, okay? And I'm not trying to mess with you. I know I've been an asshole and this party has been absolute trash, but give me a chance to turn things around? You deserve to have a nice holiday."

"I guess." The situation is so strange that you no longer know how to react when he's being so genuine now. "Then… let's get out of here and have a much better time than everyone here, yeah?"

"Alright!" He does spring up from his seat now, with the same enthusiasm that you'd always pictured. "You're the best, babe."

"Don't push your luck, boy."

Soonyoung's smile only grows wider at the sound of your teasing remark. You might not know what's in store for the rest of the night, but the way his whole face brightens may just be enough to say that coming to this party was worth it after all.

#hoshi fluff #hoshi fic #hoshi scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #soonyoung fic #soonyoung fluff #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #seventeen fluff #svt imagines #svt scenarios #svt fluff #my fic #last one in the series until end of year!!#then hopefully... i'll be able to write the rest that i had planned

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lukabitch · 1 year

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Hi there! So, I sent a similar concept to some other account (different writing styles,) but I’ve followed you for awhile and thought I’d ask you too! If your uncomfortable it’s totally ok 😅 But I was wondering how you think Ghostface, Frank, and maybe the Trapper react to a new survivor that turns out to be blind? How would they treat the survivor in the long run? (It can be the degree of seeing absolutely nothing or just faint colours)

Oh I really like this one! I’ll just make the reader completely blind. Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)

Cw: Frank is a bit of a dick, of course violence, and fluff.

I’m so sorry for the wait Anon. :(

Ghostface:

Oh this might be interesting?

He noticed you just sitting there you looked incredibly panicked and confused.

He’d walk up to you and kinda just stand there watching you.

When he does decide to talk to you he’ll be extremely delicate.

He lets you hold on to him while you explain that your completely blind.

He would explain and let you live for that trial. He’s not sure how your going to work on a generator but he thinks you can manage.

Honestly very excited you were new and different from the others. What more could he ask for?

He can’t help himself but scare you sometimes. He knows it’s rude and you always smack him for it but the cute face you make is priceless.

He helps you find stuff all the time.

If this man finds out that anyone was being extra harsh to you. He’s kicking their ass.

He finds himself being more protective over you.

Overall he is a very sweet boy to you and will hurt people to protect you. :)

Frank:

He’s a little shit.

He’s just mean to you and more than he usually is.

When he first found you were blind it was like a drug. A new exciting play thing for him!

Though when the initial excitement wore off he just felt empty. It’s more guilt but he can’t admit it.

He’s a lot more nicer to you after. The change was very off putting for you.

He’ll leave you stuff trying to not let you know it was him. You could tell by his walking pattern.

When you do confront him about his behavior he acts like he doesn’t know what your talking about.

Turns out you are surprisingly intimidating to him and he cracks very easily.

He’s still a brat when admitting it.

“I’m not being nice to you I’m just pitying you is all.” Mhm yeah sure Frank.

You just let him do his thing with being nice to you. Sometimes you laugh because of how dumb he is about it.

He knows he can’t make up for the way he treated you. He just wants to make things easier for you.

Trapper:

He’s the nicest out of the three.

When he meets you he could see how scared you were.

He kinda just picks you up and puts you somewhere probably with a fellow survivor.

Giving you special treatment is his favorite activity at this point. He gets to piss of the entity and help you.

Out of the three he would fall for you. He likes that you can’t really tell he’s a brute.

He lets you escape even lets you stun him at times.

He visits you outside of trials to hang out and to check in on you.

He knows how the other killers treat you and beats the shit out of them.

He gives you gifts like flashlights or med kits. Yes they are stolen off of corpses.

He didn’t expect you to give him anything back though. He has a very hard time accepting the gifts.

One day you just asked if you could feel his face. He nearly cried when you said you thought he was pretty.

This man would and has killed for you and would happily do it again. :)

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chvoswxtch · 2 years

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we'll handle it together. (8/?)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie munson desperately needs to graduate this year, and you're the only tutor that hasn't turned him down. (this is part 8 of this series!)

warnings: cursing, some angst, steve harrington being precious, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 8.6k

a/n: alright my loves, here is part 8. I would like to formally apologize for breaking all of your hearts in the last part. you guys know i'm a slut for drama. as promised, this part is much nicer and fluffier and even spicy because you earned it. I would once again like to say how much I appreciate you all taking the time to read this series. all your little comments and messages mean so much to me. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated! please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

tags: @uraveragequeer @rosaline-black @willowss055 @lovsersclub @bellegirl16 @boeutiful @starryeyedkoko @korkisobsessions @fckyeahlames @mybeautifulprincess @softxmunson @superflannel

Nancy, Robin, and Steve didn’t leave my side for the entirety of the night. I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, sandwiched in between Steve and Nancy and looked over to see Robin on the far side of the bed. I was quite frankly shocked we had all managed to fit on my full size mattress. Steve was the first to stir awake, groaning as he reached across all of us to shut off the incessant ringing. He stilled when he looked down to find me fully awake.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“You uh..sleep okay?”

“I did, surprisingly. You make a great pillow.”

“Well, I don’t mean to brag but..I have had sources confirm that.”

I tried my best to smile, but I’m sure it had come off as a grimace based on Steve’s reaction. All the events from last night came flooding back, and I tried my hardest to keep it together. I felt Nancy lightly squeezing my hand.

“It’s okay, we’re here.”

I was suddenly overcome with guilt as fragments from last night started to piece together. Nancy finding me in the woods, Robin holding onto my hand the entire car ride, Steve carrying me because I couldn’t find the strength to walk. I felt so guilty that I had made them worry, that they had to take care of me because I had been reduced to a useless mess. I frantically searched each of their eyes, a fresh wave of tears rolling in.

“I’m so sorry, you guys. I’m so sorry about last night. I..I didn’t mean-”

“Hey, shh..it’s alright. You’re alright. You don’t have to be sorry. We just..we were so worried about you. We’re just happy you’re safe.”

Nancy brushed a strand of hair out of my face as she looked at me apologetically. I heard my bedroom door creak open and saw my mom standing in the doorway, glancing between each of us with concern. I took a deep breath as I gathered myself together. I owed them all an explanation.

As we all sat around our small kitchen table, I placed my acceptance letter in the middle of it and told them everything that had happened between Eddie and I since the night he found it. I had to take pauses as I got closer to what Eddie had said last night, feeling that lump form in my throat that threatened to restrict my voice. I explained why I hadn’t said anything about the letter, and what my reasons were. My mom pulled me into a tight hug, running her hands through my hair and told me that everything would be okay. Nancy, Robin and Steve all looked at me sympathetically. None of them knew what to say. I didn’t expect any of them to have all the answers, at that moment I just felt so immensely grateful that they were all here for me. Even poor Steve, who I had spent more time with in the past twelve hours than I ever had in my entire life. I apologized profusely for his involvement, but he simply waved it off and said that’s what friends were for.

To the surprise of everyone, I went to school that day. My mom had repeatedly told me I could stay home, but I couldn’t. I doubted the school would believe I caught the flu again in May when I had just had it last month. Besides, I couldn’t just stay home and wallow again. I needed distractions. I needed to keep myself busy.

Avoiding Eddie was easy now that our tutoring sessions had ended. We had no classes together, or even close to each other. I didn’t go to the cafeteria anymore for lunch, or even the library. I stayed in the newsroom with Nancy and found things to work on. I still felt hollow, but I did my best to make it through the day. I just had to keep it together until I got home. Sometimes I saw some of the boys during passing periods, each one of them offering me a regretful smile. I wondered what Eddie had told them. I did my best to coerce a smile, especially when I saw Dustin. I think I had missed him the most.

For the next two weeks, I fell into a routine. Get up, go to school, try to make it the whole day without breaking down, come home and fall apart in the safety of my bedroom. I tried really hard not to think about him, because then my chest would get tight and my vision would go blurry, and it felt like the wound was being ripped open all over again. There were so many traces of him, so many memories, lingering on every surface of my life. I had once tried to sit down and write him a letter, to just get out all of these feelings that were screaming to be released. I got as far as ‘Dear Eddie’ before it became a mess of wet paper and bleeding ink.

“Y/N!”

I turned my head to see Dustin running down the hall towards me, frantically waving a paper in his hand. He leaned against the locker next to mine, trying to catch his breath as he looked up at me.

“I need a favor. You’re really good at papers and stuff right?”

“Uh, yeah. Why, what’s up?

“I need you to look over this for me.”

Dustin handed me a stapled stack of three pages that had messy writing scribbled all over it. I glanced over it before looking at him quizzically.

“What’s this?”

“It’s the final draft for my English class. I need an expert opinion. I’m gunning for an ‘A+’ here. Look I gotta go, just meet me in the drama room at two with notes and we can go over it.”

“What? But I-”

Dustin leaned up to peck my cheek, flashing me a toothy grin before taking off down the hallway and yelling behind him.

“You’re the best, I owe you my life!”

For the first time in two weeks, I actually smiled. I glanced down at his papers, figuring I had the time to look over it during lunch. At least it would give me something to focus on. Settling in at a table in the newsroom, I took out my purple pen and got to work. However the more I read, the more confused I became. Dustin’s paper was littered with simple mistakes and errors. Dustin Henderson was a very smart kid, and I knew there was no way his final draft was done this carelessly by accident if he was “gunning for an A+”. It almost felt like he had done it on purpose.

I continued to re-read over my notes as I approached the drama room. My eyebrows were still knit in the center of my forehead as I tried to decipher why exactly Dustin had given me a purposely messy paper. I didn’t look up from the page as I opened the door and entered the room.

“Dustin, can you please explain to me why this paper is so-”

I instantly froze in place at the sight of the person sitting on the throne at the end of the table.

Eddie.

He seemed just as surprised to see me. I swallowed thickly as I glanced around the room, finding it empty except for him. I turned to him with confusion laced over my features. “Where’s Dustin?”

“Physics, I think. Why?”

My lips parted once it finally hit me. Dustin had set me up. I gripped onto his paper, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as I sighed. Eddie watched me curiously, his head tilting to the side in question.

“I..he..he wanted me to look over his paper. I..thought he would be here. Um..can you just make sure he gets this.”

I placed Dustin’s paper at the far edge of the table. I was partly filled with anger at his meddling, but instantly softened knowing it had come from a good place. He just wanted to help. I readjusted my backpack over my shoulder, quickly turning around to book it out of the room, but Eddie’s voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Did you accept it?”

I turned around to look at him in perplexment, arching one of my brows.

“Accept what?”

Eddie stood up slowly, tapping the pencil in his hand against his palm a few times.

“Your offer letter.”

I clenched my fists at my sides, feeling anger beginning to seep into my veins. I had spent the past two weeks feeling heartbroken, completely ruined by what I’d had and what I’d lost. It was like I had been in mourning since that night in the woods. But all that pain was transforming into fullfleged vexation as I entered the third stage of grief. I wanted to throw the nearest object at him, grab him by his collar and scream at him for being so fucking selfish. For thinking it was his right to make all the decisions based on his feelings. I could see the apprehension growing in his eyes the longer he looked at me, like he somehow knew he had struck a nerve. Why even bother? He won’t listen.

“No.”

I grit out the word with as much incense as I could fit. I shoved the door open with the sheer force of my irritation and stormed off down the hallway. I could hear his sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor as he jogged to catch up with me, cutting me off as I rounded the corner. There was an intense look of determination on his features as he stared down at me, chest heaving up and down either from running or adrenaline, refusing to budge.

“You have to accept that offer.”

“I don’t have to do anything.”

“Y/N..we talked about this-“

“No!”

Eddie jumped back slightly, flinching as my shout cut through the empty hallway. I pointed my finger towards him accusingly, jabbing it into his chest.

“You talked about it. I didn’t get to say anything. You took it upon yourself to be the sole decider of the fate of our relationship. You wouldn’t even let me get a fucking word in Eddie, not a single fucking one. So don’t stand there and try to tell me what to do, or so help me God I will punch you square in the face.”

Eddie swallowed thickly as he stared down at me. His face was a mixture of shock and regret. He dragged his palm slowly over his face, holding his fist against his mouth. After a moment of silence, he took a cautious step forward and looked down at me pleadingly.

“I just..I don’t understand. I don’t understand why you’re not-“

“You would understand if you would’ve just listened to me.”

I wasn’t going to cry. Not here. Not in front of him, not again. I adjusted my backpack over my shoulder and turned to walk away. I was getting really fed up with everyone trying to tell me to do things that they thought were best for me. I was sick of no one asking what I wanted. Eddie grabbed onto my hand and gently pulled me aside into an empty classroom. I furrowed my brows as I stared up at him, watching as he crossed his arms over his chest after gesturing towards me.

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“Eddie, it's too late for that.”

“Don’t..don’t say that. Please. Just..just..tell me. I’m listening, I swear.”

I stared at him silently for a moment, wondering how the one person in the world who brought me so much joy had also been the source of so much pain. My fury fizzled out as quickly as it emerged. I just felt..tired. I dropped my backpack onto one of the empty desks, crossing my arms over myself protectively as I stared down at my shoes.

“Did I ever tell you why I wanted to go to New York so badly in the first place?”

“No, I don’t think you did.”

Eddie’s voice was quiet, soft. He leaned back against the desk behind him as he watched me silently.

“My dad used to tell me stories about it. He used to say the entire city was made of magic. That..as soon as you got there..you just shed the person you were, and finally got to become who you really wanted to be. All you had to do was find the magic. And I..believed that. I..I begged him to stay the night he left. I tried to hide his suitcase..his keys..tried to block the door. I tried so hard to make him stay. Did you know he still lives in Hawkins, just across town? He got remarried, he has new kids, a whole new life. He never calls or sends letters, never so much as a birthday or a Christmas card. I decided that night that when I was old enough, I was gonna run away to New York. I was gonna find that magic. I was going to be someone..so important..and shine so fucking bright that even my dad couldn’t ignore the light all the way here in Hawkins. I thought..it would heal me.”

I could feel myself getting choked up and I knew I had to keep myself together or I wouldn’t be able to get the rest out. I had to get it out.

“But I was wrong, Eddie. I was so wrong. I don’t need to be healed..because I already have been. Slowly, along the way, ever since that night. By my mom, Nancy, Robin, even Steve. But especially by you. You’ve all filled in that void in me that he had left behind. I don’t want to start over anymore. I like my life, just the way it is. I don’t want to lose it. I don’t want to lose everything I’ve worked so hard to build. I didn’t make that decision for you, Eddie. I made it for me.”

Eddie shakily rubbed his palm over his mouth as he looked down at his feet, closing his eyes tightly. I could see the tears glistening on his cheeks as he shuddered quietly. I took a deep breath as I wiped the tears off my own cheeks, taking a few small steps closer towards him.

“I can’t force you to love me, the way I love you. I can’t force you to want to be with me. If you truly feel that you aren’t good enough for me, then I can’t change that. But if that’s the truth, then you are not the man that I thought you were. Because the Eddie I love would not have given up so easily. He would’ve moved heaven and hell to prove to everyone that he was meant for me. I love you, but I will never, ever beg someone on my knees to stay ever again. You have a choice to make Eddie Munson. Make it.”

I didn’t wait for a response as I left the classroom, taking a detour outside to sit at one of the picnic tables alone. I tried to focus only on the feeling of the warmth from the sun on my skin. The pain in my chest still lingered, and maybe it would always be there, but I felt lighter..like I could breathe again. I couldn’t make Eddie’s decision for him, but I wouldn’t let it break me.

The sound of a horn honking repeatedly caught my attention as I exited the front of the school. I glanced over to see Steve waving me over through the passenger side window of his BMW. Cocking my head to the side in confusion, I made my way over towards his car and bent down slightly to look at him through the open window.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Nance said she’s working late on the paper tonight and you would need a ride. Hop in.”

“Oh..you don’t have to do that. I could’ve walked.”

“Nonsense, come on.”

I pulled open the passenger side door and climbed in, setting my backpack down between my feet. I pulled the seatbelt across my chest and fastened it into the buckle as Steve began to drive away towards the direction of my house.

“You sure you don’t have anything better to do than drive me home?”

“Y/N, I have struck out with ten girls in the past two weeks. I work at the local video store, and have no career plans. And on top of that, I’m a glorified babysitter to four shitheads. So no, I have nothing better to do.”

I giggled softly as I looked over at Steve, who seemed completely unamused with his own confession. One of the silver linings to everything that had happened with Eddie is I had made a very good, but unlikely, friend in Steve Harrington. Once he had pulled up to the front of my house, he turned off the ignition as I grabbed my backpack from the floor.

“Hey uh, I wanna talk to you about something.”

“Oh..okay.”

I slung my backpack over my shoulder as I got out of the car, pushing the door closed gently. Steve rounded the car to stand in front of me on the sidewalk, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at me.

“Nance said you were thinking about skipping prom.”

“Oh..um..yeah. I just..I mean Jonathan is flying in to go with her, Robin finally asked Vickie..I just don’t want to third..or fifth wheel I guess. I don’t want to ruin their night, you know? It’s supposed to be like..magical. They shouldn’t have to babysit me all night.”

“Shouldn’t it be magical for you too?”

“I..I don’t know. I didn’t get a dress because I wasn’t sure if..if I could convince Eddie to go. And even if I did have one, prom is like next weekend. Even if by a miracle, there was one person at Hawkins High that didn’t have a date already, I don’t want to go with a stranger.”

“So don’t. Go with me.”

I searched Steve’s expression for even an ounce of playfulness, but he was completely serious. I sighed softly as I shook my head, glancing down at my feet.

“Steve..I’m not going to let you be my pity date.”

“Hey, it’s not a pity date. I want to go with you. I happen to think we’ll have a great time. And not to brag but, I take really good pictures.”

My lips stretched into a grin immediately as I rolled my eyes. I readjusted my backpack over my shoulder and placed my hand on my hip, arching one of my brows playfully.

“Sure you’re not just trying to see if you could win prom king again?”

“Added bonus.”

Steve shrugged as if it was the simplest thing in the world. As if going to prom with me was really that simple, and had no complexities behind it. My shoulders fell slightly as I thought back to how excited I had been for prom just a few weeks ago. I really thought I was getting through to Eddie, and that he had just been drawing out his teasing before he agreed to go. Steve took a small step forward and placed his hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Look I uh..I know how you feel. What you’re going through I mean, it’s uh..”

“Debilitating?”

Steve stared down at me blankly for a moment, his eyes darting from side to side before clearing his throat and blinking a few times.

“Right..exactly what I was gonna say.”

I wrapped my hand around his wrist and leaned my head against his forearm, smiling sadly up at him.

“It won’t be weird? Going to prom with your ex-girlfriend and her boyfriend?”

“You really gotta kick a guy when he’s down, huh?”

“I didn’t mean it like that! I just..you don’t have to go with me if it’ll be weird.”

“It’s fine, really. Me, you, Robin, Vickie, Nance..Jonathan. We’ll all have a good time, alright? It’ll be fun.”

I bit down on my bottom lip anxiously. I supposed it couldn’t hurt going with all of my friends. Maybe I wouldn’t get my Pretty In Pink moment, but I’d survive. Steve placed his hands on his hips and frowned as he looked at me.

“You’re really gonna make me do this, aren’t you? Alright, fine. I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

Steve threw his hands up in the air dramatically before getting down on one knee, taking one of my hands in both of his. He sighed as he looked up at me, biting back a grin.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you please do me the honor of going to prom with me?”

“Steve, get up.”

“No. Not until you say you’ll go to prom with me.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then I’ll..die here, I guess.”

I burst into a fit of laughter, rolling my eyes as I grabbed onto Steve’s arm and tried to tug him up onto his feet, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Okay, okay! Yes I will go to prom with you, Steve Harrington.”

Steve pumped his fist up into the air victoriously, brushing his perfectly styled hair back into place.

“Alright, I’ll go tell Nance the good news. She’s on standby to take you dress shopping.”

My smile faltered a little bit at Steve’s words and a crease formed between my brows. That twinge of excitement that was slowly building had been snuffed out.

“Wait..did she..did she put you up to this?”

“What? No, no no no. It was my idea, I promise. I just told her to be ready to take you since, like you said, there’s only about a week and a half for us to find something to wear, and I plan on making the entire school green with envy.”

Steve wore a proud smile on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they were going to get stuck in the back of my head, but I couldn’t hide my smile. If there was one thing Steve Harrington was good at, it was comforting people. I took a step forward and tilted my head slightly, looking up at him with a grin.

“How do you feel about purple?”

If you had told me I would be going to prom with my best friend’s ex-boyfriend, I would’ve laughed. Probably maniacally. Hell, if you had told me even four months ago that I would actually want to go to prom, I wouldn’t have believed you. I always knew Nancy would talk me into going, but I never really felt the desire to go until Eddie. I wanted to go with him. I hadn’t heard from him in over a week since we had last talked. I felt a pang in my chest at the thought of him. I just wished he could see himself, the way I did.

Nancy had helped me pick out a beautiful violet dress. The bodice was covered in duochrome pink and silver sequins, and had small violet flowers beaded throughout the entire top. The bottom of the dress was long and flowy, moving back and forth like a tide at every twirl. My mom had helped me with my hair and makeup, since that was her area of expertise. My hair was done in loose curls, the left side pinned behind my ear with a piece that matched my dress. She had been light handed in applying the cosmetics. I didn’t want to go overboard, I still wanted to look like me, just a little more elegant.

“Alright, all finished honey.”

My lips parted in surprise when I looked in the mirror. I had always struggled with my self confidence, but even I couldn’t deny that I looked pretty. I felt pretty. I did my best to hold back tears as I looked at my mom in the mirror, placing my hands on her wrists as she wrapped her arms tightly around me from behind.

“Thank you, mom. It looks incredible.”

“You look incredible, honey. I know..I know this night is not going exactly how you pictured it. But I really hope you have a great time tonight with your friends. You deserve it.”

The sound of the doorbell pulled us both out of our thoughts. My mom lightly squeezed my shoulder with a soft smile.

“I’ll get it.”

I quickly threw on some sparkly dangly silver earrings, a simple necklace, and the shoes my mom had helped me pick out. After giving myself a once over in the mirror, I took a deep breath and smiled softly at my reflection.

“You can do this. Just let go for tonight.”

Steve was wearing a dark gray suit with a tie that perfectly matched the color of my dress. His head turned in my direction at the sound of my heels clacking on the floor and a wide grin spread over his lips.

“Wow..you look beautiful.”

“Thank you. You..look beautiful too.”

Steve laughed as he shrugged his shoulders, fixing the top of his tie.

“Well, I had to keep up with you.”

After he slipped the corsage of violets onto my wrist, I carefully pinned his matching boutonniere to his suit jacket. Steve was right, he did take good pictures. He was basically a professional. After an ungodly amount of pictures, I had to remind my mom that we were supposed to all meet up at the Wheeler’s house to take another ungodly amount of pictures. We’d be lucky if we made it to prom on time.

“Alright, have so much fun sweetie. I love you so much. Steven, take care of my daughter. No drinking and driving. Now I realize you two are going as friends, but considering I was pregnant with you at my prom, I want to once again reiterate that I am not ready to be a grandmother.”

“Oh my god, mom. We’re leaving. Goodbye!”

While I was dying of embarrassment in the passenger side of Steve’s car, he was grinning like an idiot.

“Your mom is so cool. And hot.”

By the time we finally made it to the school, my vision was spotty and I swore I could still see camera flashes behind my eyes. The theme for prom was Starry Night, and the gym looked absolutely beautiful. I didn’t even recognize that it was the gym. There were dark blue and purple lights everywhere that cast a deep twilight glow over the entire room. Above us there were hundreds of wihte string lights with large silver stars hanging from the ceiling. It really did look like the night sky when you looked up. All the tables were decorated with candles and star shaped confetti. I was honestly blown away. The prom committee had really outdone themselves.

Throughout the evening, I found myself actually having a good time. I didn’t even have to pretend. For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t faking it. I had completely let go of all my inhibitions and allowed myself to just enjoy the moment. Steve and I had detoured over towards the refreshment table to grab some punch since it felt like we had been dancing for hours. There was a slight sheen of sweat on my forehead, and I happily guzzled the cup Steve gave me. He had abandoned his suit jacket hours ago, his sleeves now rolled up to his elbows. Somehow, his hair still looked perfect.

“Your hair defies all laws of physics, you know that right?”

“What can I say? I’m a perfect specimen.”

I giggled as I went in for round two on the punch. I felt like I was finally able to breathe normally again. Steve leaned against the table as he looked down at me with a warm smile.

“Are you having fun?”

“I am, actually. I’m having a great time.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

I was suddenly overcome with an intense sense of gratitude for Steve. I don’t know why I felt so emotional at that moment, but I discarded my cup and rushed forward to pull Steve down for a tight hug. He seemed to be caught off guard at first, but didn’t hesitate to envelop me in his arms.

“Thank you, Steve.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

“I..I really hoped that I would get to spend this night with Eddie. But..I’m really glad I’m getting to spend it with you.”

“Well, the night is still young. Don’t give up hope yet.”

I pulled back slightly to look up at Steve’s face dubiously, but he wasn’t looking at me. His gaze was fixed on something across the room. I turned my head slightly to follow his line of sight, a shocked gasp tumbling from my lips.

Eddie.

I almost didn’t believe my own eyes. Eddie Munson had shown up to prom..and had on a tie. He wore a familiar ripped pair of black jeans, a black button down I had never seen before, his leather jacket without the denim vest on top, and a tie. I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn’t imagining him. I quickly turned my head to stare up at Steve in bewilderment, only to find him already staring down at me with a soft smile. I was speechless.

A clearing of a throat had us both turning our heads in the direction of the sound. Eddie stood right beside us, eyeing Steve’s hands that were still on my waist before meeting his gaze with a slight nod.

“Harrington.”

“Munson.”

“You mind if I steal her for a dance?”

“That’s up to her.”

I glanced between the two of them, still completely stunned, as I tried to figure out what was going on. Steve released his grasp on my waist, flashing me a quick wink and nodding in Eddie’s direction. I swallowed thickly as I turned to face Eddie whose eyes were raking over me.

“Um..yeah. Okay. I’ll..I’ll be right back, Steve.”

“Take your time.”

Eddie held his large hand out for me to take with a timid smile on his lips. I slowly reached up to take his hand, still trying to process what was happening, and let him lead me to the middle of the dance floor. He placed his other large hand on my waist, causing goosebumps to arise over my exposed skin despite the heat of the packed gym. I raised a shaky hand up to grab onto his shoulder, letting him intertwine our other hands together. We began to sway from side to side together languidly. He was silent for a moment, his eyes trained directly on me. I shivered under his gaze.

“How did..you..I thought you didn’t get a ticket?”

“I didn’t.”

“Then how-”

“Steve sweet talked the girl at the front. Distracted her long enough for me to run like hell.”

I couldn’t stop the giggles that spilled from my lips. Eddie Munson was crashing prom, in typical Eddie Munson fashion. The thought of him bolting through the hallway as Steve hit on the girl at the front only made me laugh even harder, which caused Eddie’s lips to split into a wide grin.

“Of course you did.”

Eddie smiled lovingly down at me which made my stomach twist into knots. The smile on my face fell slowly, confusion bubbling around in my brain once again. There were so many questions I had, but one stood out in particular.

“Did you two plan this?”

“It’s a long story.”

“But-”

“And I don’t have much time. Steve bought me a small window, but it’s only a matter of time before someone spots the freak of Hawkins High and I get thrown out. But..I just..I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t get to have at least one dance at prom with the prettiest girl in all of Indiana.”

My breath caught in my throat and I felt my heart starting to race at Eddie’s words. Warm tears were slowly forming on my waterline and I had to close my eyes to keep them at bay. I felt Eddie’s arm wrap around my waist, pulling me in closer to his chest. My grip on his shoulder tightened as I took a few deep breaths, opening my eyes slowly to stare into his. His large brown eyes scanned my face cautiously, his tongue darting out to lick over his lips.

“Eddie..what are you-”

“Making a choice.”

Eddie let go of my hand so he could cup my cheek, tenderly brushing his thumb along my cheek bone. There was a sad smile on his lips as he stared down at me. I brought my hand up to wrap around his wrist. I could feel that familiar lump beginning to take over my throat.

“The right one this time.”

“Eddie..”

“You were right. I was being selfish, and a coward. When I found that letter..I panicked. I felt like I could see it all slipping away..see you slipping away. I thought..I thought I was doing the right thing, but I was wrong. All I did was hurt you and I’m sorry..I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart. I never wanted to do that. I just..I only ever wanted what was best for you. But you..you were right. I didn’t ask..and I should have. I shouldn’t have made that decision for us. And I swear, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you..and proving that I’m worthy of you. I’m the guy for you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

I couldn’t speak. All of the words floating around in my head didn’t seem to be enough. They weren’t anywhere near strong enough to describe how I felt at that moment. I couldn’t tell Eddie how I felt, so I decided to show him. I grabbed onto the back of his neck and surged forward to capture his lips with mine. I heard him groan in relief against my lips, felt all the tension in his body evaporate as he relaxed into my touch. His arms wrapped tightly around me like he was scared I would disappear if he put any distance between us. I didn’t care who was watching, because it felt like it was just Eddie and I in the middle of that dance floor.

I had missed this so much..I had missed him so much. Every ounce of desire, every painful inkling of need, every craving I had for Eddie Munson came flooding back with a vengeance. I made a choice that very second that tonight would be the night I would give myself to Eddie Munson. I pulled away hesitantly, staring up at Eddie like he hung the moon in the sky as I panted.

“Eddie..I’m ready to leave.”

I couldn’t remember if I had mentioned to Steve or Nancy that I was leaving but at the moment I also didn’t fucking care. I would apologize later. Eddie and I crashed through the door of his trailer, a mess of needy and fervent kisses as he led me down the hall to his bedroom. I pushed the leather jacket on his shoulders down onto the floor, grabbing onto the sides of his face tightly as his mouth devoured mine. I could feel his fingers fiddling around for the zipper on my dress. After a few moments, he pulled away in exasperation and spun me around quickly.

“Jesus Christ, how the fuck do you get this off?”

I tried my hardest not to laugh at Eddie’s vexation, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder. His tongue had darted out between his plump lips and his face became fixated in determination.

“Easy, don’t ruin it! There’s a clasp above the zipper that keeps it from coming down. You just have to unhook that first.”

“Did I tell you how fucking beautiful you look in this?”

“Only about a million times, but who’s counting?”

Eddie popped the hook off the clasp, taking the zipper between his thumb and index finger and pulled it down the seam along my back slowly. Eddie took a step closer, pulling me so that my back was flush against his chest as he began to pepper soft kisses along my shoulder and up my neck. I lulled my head to the side, sighing softly at the feeling of his warm mouth on my skin. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered.

“Well consider this a million and one. You look so fucking beautiful, angel. But as much as I love this dress on you, I wanna see the rest of you.”

Eddie pushed the dress slowly down my body until it pooled around my calves. He grabbed my waist to hold me steady as I stepped out of it, turning around to face him. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of me. I had decided against a bra, wearing only a pair of white lace panties under my dress. There was an animalistic growl that sounded from deep within Eddie’s chest and it went straight between my thighs.

“Fuck angel..please tell me this wasn’t for fucking Harrington.”

I giggled softly as I stepped forward, taking Eddie’s tie into my hand and using it to pull him down closer towards me.

“No, Eddie. It’s not for Steve. I just couldn’t wear a bra with the dress and..these..made me feel pretty.”

Eddie’s hands ran down my hips slowly, reaching around to grab onto my ass causing me to giggle softly. He leaned in closer, brushing his nose against mine and trailing blazing kisses along the underside of my jaw.

“Why don’t you let me show you how damn pretty I think you look.”

“Please.”

As Eddie discarded his tie, my fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, eagerly shoving it off of his shoulders. I dragged my nails lightly down the expanse of his bare chest which made him hiss and lean his head back, giving me the perfect opportunity to attach my lips to his neck. I nipped and sucked softly on the skin above his collarbone, basking in the sounds of the moans he let slip. He swallowed harshly and gripped onto my waist as I pulled his belt loose.

“God..you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

Eddie gently pushed me down onto my back, slotting his body between my thighs as he captured my lips once again and kissed me deeply. I pushed his jeans down his thighs, giggling as he struggled to kick them off. I was so worked up already I couldn’t stand it.

“Eddie..please touch me.”

“Fuck..I love hearing you say that. I love the way you say my name, angel. Sounds so sweet.”

Eddie teasingly brushed his fingertips along the edge of my panties, pulling needy whines and whimpers from my lips. He loved to hear me beg. I lifted my hips up slightly as I whined, my mouth hanging open as he finally granted me some relief and slipped his hand into my panties, thumb lightly brushing over my clit. Two of his fingers slipped into me with ease and I gripped onto his bicep as he began to pump them slowly.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. Already so wet for me. Don’t worry, angel. I’m gonna take care of you. Got a lot to make up for, yeah? I’m gonna start by making it up to this pretty little pussy.”

I was a complete mess as I writhed under him. I had missed his fingers. I had missed the feeling of his body on top of mine. I had missed the way he whispered sinful things into my ear. I was embarrassingly close to falling apart.

“Eddie..Eddie please..”

“Fuck I missed that sound. God..you sound so fucking pretty. Don’t be shy, angel. Soak my fingers. I need this pussy as wet as possible.”

I moaned his name loudly, rolling my hips upwards against his hand as his fingers continued to fuck me through my orgasm. I grabbed a small fistful of his curls, dragging him down to crash our lips together in a heated kiss.

“Eddie..please. I want you so badly.”

Eddie pressed his forehead against mine gently, staring down into my eyes as he whispered.

“Are you sure, angel?”

“Yes, yes I’m sure. I love you, Eddie.”

The corners of his mouth ticked up into a smile, brushing his nose against mine softly.

“Say it again.”

His smile was contagious, and I found myself mirroring it quickly.

“I love you, Eddie.”

His lips only spit even wider across his face, and my heart ached when I caught sight of his dimples that I loved so much. My heart swelled with so much love and adoration for him I thought it would burst.

“Again.”

I cupped his cheeks into my hands, bringing him down even closer so that I could stare into his beautiful brown eyes.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie kissed me deeply as he pushed my panties down my thighs, making quick work of removing his own boxers before he settled comfortably between my legs. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand, tearing the packet open with his teeth, and quickly rolled it down onto his length. He cupped my cheek in his large hand, panting softly as he gazed at me in wonder.

“I love you, Y/N. So fucking much. This is gonna hurt a little at first. If it’s too much, tell me and we can stop, okay?”

“It’s okay, Eddie. I trust you. I want this.”

Eddie nodded his head slowly, reaching between our bodies to line himself up with my entrance. I took a deep breath, giving Eddie a gentle smile as he looked up at me once again for confirmation. After I nodded my head, he began to push himself inside me slowly. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a shocked gasp. It burned as Eddie sank himself into me. The further he reached, the more it stung. It felt like I was being stretched apart by him.

Eddie nuzzled his nose against my neck, letting out a strangled groan once he was fully inside of me. I gripped onto his back, breathing deeply through my nose as I tried not to focus on the pain. Eddie was panting softly in my ear, gingerly pressing kisses to my neck.

“Are you alright?”

“I..I’m okay. I just..just need a minute.”

Eddie gently nipped at the skin under my ear, causing me to shudder. He left a hot trail of open mouthed kisses down my neck, sucking softly at the sensitive skin there while whispering praises into my ear. He snuck one of his hands between our bodies and began to gently toy with my clit and I moaned softly at the contact. After a while, the pain started to melt into pleasure from the way Eddie was working me over with his fingers.

“Eddie..m-move..please.”

Eddie started to roll his hips forward into mine slowly, leaning back so that he could focus on my face. It was almost overwhelming. The fullness of him inside me, the way he was looking at me, the sensation of our bodies connecting over and over again. I wanted to cry at how good it felt. I lightly dug my nails into his skin, causing him to groan as he thrusted his hips a little harder. I cried out and let my head fall back on the pillows, wrapping my legs tightly around Eddie’s waist.

“God baby..you feel even better than I fucking imagined. So fucking good. Doing so good for me, sweetheart. Fuck..this pussy was made for me. You were made for me.”

Eddie continued to rub quick circles over my clit as he began to thrust his hips faster. He was still being gentle and holding back which sent my mind into a frenzy. I knew even if I begged him to lose control, he wouldn’t. Not this time at least. I felt excitement bubble in my belly at what our next time would be like.

“Fuck..m’not gonna last baby..feels too fucking good. So fucking tight around me. I want you to come with me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes..”

I would’ve done fucking anything Eddie asked while he was fucking me like this. He swiped his fingers over my clit furiously and I felt my body tense up. Eddie’s pace began to falter, snapping his hips quickly in an unsteady rhythm the closer he got. That band within me was being stretched dangerously thin and I was seconds away from snapping.

“Eddie..fuck..I..I’m-”

Screams of my pleasure filled the small trailer as Eddie pressed his thumb down against my clit and sent me over the edge. My release triggered his as I clenched around him, and with one final thrust, Eddie was falling apart above me. A symphony of our moans filled the small space and I cursed myself for not being coherent enough to see the blissful look on his face. Eddie collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. I didn’t want him to move. I could’ve stayed like this forever.

Once we were both able to calm down and get our breathing under control, Eddie fell onto his back beside me.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

I burst into a fit of giggles as I turned my head to look at him. His messy bangs were stuck with sweat to his forehead and his cheeks were a deep shade of scarlet. His chest rose and fell quickly, a smirk forming on his lips as he shook his head.

“You’ve ruined me.”

“You ruined me first.”

Eddie opened his eyes to look at me, that beautiful goofy grin plastered on his mouth. I was about to speak when my eyes caught sight of a patch of gauze covering his shoulder. I furrowed my brows and sat up a little, brushing my thumb along it slowly. I had been so wrapped up in pleasure that I hadn’t even noticed it.

“Eddie, what happened to your shoulder?”

Eddie’s gaze followed mine before looking up at me with a sheepish smile.

“A surprise.”

“What..kind of surprise?”

I eyed him suspiciously as he sat up, carefully removing the medical tape and gauze to reveal a new piece of ink. My eyes widened slightly as I looked at it and my mouth dropped open in revelation.

“Is..is that-”

“An angel.”

My eyes snapped up to Eddie’s face. He had a gentle smile on his lips, reaching out to lovingly tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Eddie..that’s..permanent.”

I let out a breathless laugh, still in shock as I stared at his latest addition. Eddie threw his head back in laughter, shaking his head as he leaned back on his arms.

“I know how tattoos work, sweetheart. I have a few, if you hadn’t noticed. I know they’re permanent.”

“But-”

“So is my love for you.”

Eddie shifted to move closer to me, wrapping his arm around my waist while his hand cupped my cheek gently. His thumb brushed slowly over my cheekbone as he smiled.

“I meant what I said earlier. I love you, and I’m the guy for you. I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you. You’ve had my heart from that first day in the tutoring center. You’ve always been the angel on my shoulder, and I’ll always be the devil on yours.”

“You are not the devil, Eddie Munson.”

“Only in the sheets.”

Eddie winked and flashed me a cheeky grin. I gasped as I playfully smacked at his shoulder, immediately giggling afterwards.

“Eddie!”

That beautiful grin stretched impossibly wider over his mouth. I bit down on my bottom lip as I stared at him, unable to stop the smile that took over my lips. He brought my hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to each one of his knuckles as he smiled in content.

“Does this mean I get to call you my girl again?”

My girl.

My face hurt from how much I was smiling. I leaned in to softly peck Eddie’s lips and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’d like that. But..I need to tell you something first.”

Eddie’s face fell into concern as he sat up a little straighter, his brown eyes scanning all over my body.

“What is it, baby?”

“I um..well..we were broken up..and I um..sort of..kissed Dustin.”

“You what?!”

Eddie screeched loudly, his eyes as wide as I had ever seen them. I couldn’t contain my laughter as I took in his reaction, shaking my head quickly.

“Okay, hang on. Let me rephrase. Dustin kissed me, on the cheek! It was that day I saw you in the drama room. He had asked me to help him with a paper, which was a total set up by the way. He told me to meet him in there at two because he knew you would be there.”

Eddie blinked a few times as he stared at me. He let out a deep breath through his nose, clutching onto my hand as annoyance flooded his features.

“Fucking Henderson. Jesus Christ, we break up for what, two weeks? And now I gotta fight Harrington and Henderson for you. Little shit.”

I giggled softly as I cupped Eddie’s cheeks, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. I gazed into his eyes when we pulled apart, my lips stretched in pure adoration.

“You don’t have to fight anyone for me. I’m all yours, Eddie.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Eddie! He just wanted to help.”

“I don’t see how kissing my girlfriend helps me. Fucker.”

I shook my head as I could hear Eddie grumbling under his breath. I laid back on Eddie’s bed, grinning as he pulled me into his side and kissed my forehead. I let out a soft sigh of content as I looked at him, brushing his unruly curls away from his face. We stared at each other silently for a moment. Eddie grabbed one of my hands softly and intertwined our fingers, placing it on his chest over his heart.

“Whatever life throws at us, from this moment on, we’ll handle it together.”

“Together.”

I whispered softly in agreement. All of my anxiety about the future slowly faded away. I didn’t have a set plan. There were still so many uncertainties. I couldn’t even begin to think how some things would work. But I shoved all thoughts of doubt to the back of my brain as I let Eddie’s promise soothe me to sleep.

Whatever life throws at us, we’ll handle it together.

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