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sku1l-b4e · 2 months

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"These damn ribbons..."

(c.ai is pissing me off so I made it here 😭)

Summary: You pulled a silly prank on Tom now he's annoyed :(

Category: fluff/angst (?) to smut 🤭 Warnings: swearing, objects breaking, doggy style, marking, dom!Tom, sub!reader, poorly translated German (Google), the writers inner Wattpad writing coming back out.

I apologize in advance. 😮‍💨

It's maybe around 11:30AM, maybe a little later, but you had been up for hours, bored out of your mind. Tom had been asleep for God knows how long, he didn't even stir when she tried to wake him and hour ago, so you had an idea. It has been a while since you had played a joke on Tom, he was always doing it to you, so why not return the favor?

You had straddled his hips as he slept on his stomach, your fingers fiddling with the baby pink bows and his dirty blonde dreadlocks, tying the ribbons around the ends as tightly as your hands could. But, you weren't a monster wanting to ruin his image, so you had loosened them slightly so he could roll them off if needed but they wouldn't be untied, Tom can't untie ribbons. You had worked on your little plan for over half an hour, closer to 45 minutes before you finished, you got off him, kissed the crown of his head and left the room.

Now you were sat in the living room, both hands to your mouth to stifle the soft giggles leaving your lips as you hear your boyfriend grumbling in German from the shared bedroom. You could hear him groaning and huffing, probably bent over to look into your vanity mirrors in order to try and untie the ribbons you so gracefully bestowed upon Tom. After a couple minutes, the grumbling stops and a yell echoes through the otherwise quiet house.

"Diese verdammten Bögen!" Your head looks over to your slightly ajar bedroom door, as if you could see Tom struggling behind it. "Scheiße!"

A bang stills the house, the only noise being Tom's laboured breathing as you silently stand up and make your way to the bedroom. "Baby..?" You call out quietly to him as you enter the room, closing the door behind you, your soft eyes landing on Tom who was bend over, his head and forearms on the white desk of your vanity, the stool somehow the other side of the room, must've been the cause of the bang. Your eyes gaze at your boyfriend with both curiosity and worry, it seems he had tightened the bows instead of undoing them. Tom grunts and stands up straight, not turning to face you just yet.

You walk over to him, your bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor as you step on and off the rug in the center of the room. You reach Tom and gently places your hands on his shoulder blades, guiding your fingers up to his dreads and gently loosening the bows which seem to have caused Tom so much trouble. You feel his eyes boring into yours and a shiver runs up your spine, the familiar feeling of arousal seeping through you. Just because of his gaze, wow.

It takes 10-20 minutes before the final bow comes off and falls to the floor, Tom notices this and he tensed up slightly, turning around to finally face you. Your head tilts backwards to meet his gaze, giving him a small smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't think it would cause you that much trouble..." Your soft voice breaks the silence, the air thick with a tension you couldn't describe. He grunts again, rolling his eyes before crouching slightly and hooking his hands beneath your plush thighs, lifting you up and walking you across the room where he drops you onto the bed, the squishy mattress forcing you to bounce a couple times.

--⋆.ೃ࿔*:･. (NSFW)

You can't think straight, not when Tom's cock is pistoning itself in and out of your sloppy cunt. This had been going on for over an hour now, he had you in the doggy style position, pushing your face down into the comfy pillows he had slept on, his scent forcing its way into your nose whilst his hands grip your hips, his hip bones connecting with your ass with every brutal thrust.

"What is going through that head of yours, hm? Almost ruining my image just for a giggle." He spits out, burying his face into your neck as letting his teeth nip at your soft skin. You can't even respond, his aggressive thrusts pushing the air of your lungs. The only noises that leave you are muffled moans and whines, your own hips desperately trying to match his rhythm, but he's going too fast. Besides, he's holding your body in place while he uses it for his own pleasure, his cock stretching your tight cunt out, his mouth marking you as his, his hands kneading at your flesh. "Fuck... Fuck, I'm sorry... God..." You finally managed to reply, your voice strained and muffled, his thrusts forcing your body to jolt with each thrust. "Not good enough, baby." He whispers into your ear, his lips and tongue leaving behind a large hickey just beneath it.

How many times had you cum? 3, 4? Maybe even 5? God knows, but however many times, your body was starting to give in completely, black spots pop up into your vision as you feel your pussy clenching around Tom's dick, your walls fluttering as you cry out. Your back arches, your eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the 8 inches within you. He hadn't even bothered to put on condom, thank God your birth control ACTUALLY worked.

You know Tom is finally getting close to cumming, his thrusts becoming faster, more aggressive, yet sloppy. A string of German dirty talk escapes his lips as his hips speed up even more, it almost feels unnatural with how fast he can go...

He gives one final thrust, burying himself deep within you, right next to your cervix, as he lets out a groan that almost comes out as a growl, his mouth finding your shoulder and biting into it, his teeth sinking in and causing your body to tense and squirm. Her wraps his arms around your stomach from behind, holding you against his own stomach as he starts to slowly thrust again, riding out his high. He peppers kisses from the bite up to your ear, his hips now grinding against yours instead of thrusting. "God, mein schönes Mädchen..." He whispers, his perfectly plump lips sucking on the nape of your neck as your legs give in, forcing him to hold you up.

I haven't written smut in YEARS... I low-key hate it 😔🤞🏻

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helloalycia · 5 months

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𝐈 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐑 [𝐎𝐍𝐄] // 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐃

summary: Lucy Gray has always been there for you, the only person you care for as much as you do. So much, in fact, that when you discover Mayfair's plan to have her reaped in the Hunger Games, you know you have to stop it. Even if it means giving up your own life.

warning/s: the usual warnings that come with the Hunger Games.

author's note: okay so someone requested another lucy gray imagine where reader volunteers for her, so that’s what i did but kinda did it a little bit different as the usual volunteering storyline feels very been there done that lol. Hope you all like it anyway! there’s a second part too :)

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It had been a long a day, my feet hurting from being stood up for so long and my exhaustion from working a long shift worsening by the second. But as soon as the clock hit 5pm, all my energy returned and I was quick to leave my apron behind as I left. Working at a crockery stall in the markets wasn't a terrible job, and it paid decently, but some days dragged longer than others and I only wished for it to end.

Thankfully, tonight was also a night that the Covey performed at the Hob, so I made my way over there, specifically behind it where the musical group got ready before performances in an abandoned garage they claimed as theirs. I always met before their shows, wanting to wish them luck and also because Lucy Gray, my best friend, would never let me hear the end of it if I didn't stop by beforehand.

"There you are!" Maude Ivory, the youngest of the group, called me over once I stepped in the open door. "You took forever!"

"I'm like two minutes late, Maude Ivory," I defended myself, and a smile fell on my lips when I saw her pouting. "Sorry."

"Can you braid my hair like last time?" she asked politely, already turning around and readying herself for me.

"I sure can," I agreed, smiling at the others as they got ready before moving to braid Maude Ivory's hair.

It didn't take long, just a simple braid around the crown of her head, complementing the rest of her hair that was left out in a way that made her look like a princess. Adorable.

"Oh, I love it!" she gushed, immediately looking in the mirror to appreciate it, and I watched her with a smile. "Thank you, Y/N!"

"No problem," I said dismissively.

"Wow, you look beautiful, Maude Ivory," Lucy Gray appeared beside me, smiling down at the younger girl, and then she gave me a playful look. "Favouritism much?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "All you had to do was ask."

She immediately took a seat on the chair Maude Ivory was moments ago. When I didn't move, she glanced over her shoulder at me with a knowing nod. "Well, go on then."

I rolled my eyes lightheartedly before moving to braid her hair next, squeezing her shoulder slightly in retaliation, and I knew she was smiling all the same. As I'd done many times before, I combed out Lucy Gray's curly hair with my fingers, unknotting it the best I could, before separating it into two parts and giving her two over-the-shoulder braids.

"You done?" she asked impatiently, definitely trying to annoy me.

I finished tying off the second braid before rounding the chair to take a look. Her brown eyes looked up at me adorably, and even though she did nothing special, my heart fluttered in my chest at the attention.

Okay, so maybe I liked her a little more than friends, but I couldn't help it. She was the only person I had in my life that meant something to me, the only one who truly cared. After becoming friends many years ago because we happened to play in the park together as kids, she was stuck with me, and I suppose my gratitude for having her in my life turned into adoration somewhere along the way.

The only real family I had was my father, but he had been bitter towards me since my mum died only a few years after I was born. He hated me without saying it, and I sought love in friendship with Lucy Gray. Though, it was so much more than that on my end. But she could never know, for I'd rather have her in my life like this than not at all. And I would never risk jeopardising that, ever.

"Don't move," I warned her, before leaving the garage for a moment to pick a flower I'd seen just outside.

When I returned, I was surprised to see her sat how I'd left her, though pouting. I carefully slid the flower at the top of her braid, near her ear, and stepped back to admire my work.

"You're done, Little Miss Impatient," I finally said with a stifled smile.

She gave me a disapproving look before moving to the mirror to check it out. Her facade faltered as a warm smile tugged at her lips and she admired the view.

"Okay, I'll let you off since this is pretty nice," she said jokingly.

"Wow, only nice? I thought it was much more than that," I played along.

Her smile widened as she approached me, before kissing me on the cheek and hugging me briefly. I was expecting neither, my brain short circuiting as quickly as she pulled away.

"It's beautiful, Y/N, thank you," she said truthfully, losing her humour. When I didn't know what to say, too busy trying not to think about her lips against my cheek, she said, "You're stayin', right?"

I blinked, dazed. "Huh?"

She began to chuckle, and then her question truly sank in and I cleared my throat, nodding.

"I– yes, I am," I said, giving her a small smile. "Where else would I be?"

She rolled her eyes playfully before turning to the others. "Right, guys, are we ready to blow everyone's socks off?!"

As always, I enjoyed my evening at the Hob, cheering the Covey on and staying for all their performances as promised. It was always so lovely in there, except for the occasional fight that would break out between the miners and Peacekeepers, but none of that happened tonight. I was tired by the end of it all, as were the others, but as we all walked out together, Lucy Gray tugged my hand back.

"Hm?" I said, yawning as I looked to her.

"Are you in a rush to get home?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"No, why?" I asked curiously.

Excited, she said, "Come to the lake with me."

I quirked a brow. "Now?"

Expression softening, she nodded. "Yeah, it'll be nice. It's a clear night too."

Another yawn escaped my lips and I covered my mouth before shaking my head. "I dunno, I'm a little tired and it's getting late."

"C'mon," she insisted, before grabbing my hand and forcing me to follow her, but not before looking to the others and adding, "I'll see you guys later!"

"Don't make too much noise when you're back!" Barb Azure, the eldest of their group, warned her.

"I won't," Lucy Gray mumbled, and then we were off and I just about managed to wish everyone a goodnight behind me before we were too far from them.

"How aren't you tired?" I asked as I fell into step with her, accepting my defeat and knowing I couldn't really decline her offer anyway. "You've been onstage all night."

She shrugged. "I'm a little tired, but I wanted to spend more time with you. You've been workin' loads lately."

I sighed, feeling a little bad. "Sorry, it's the house. Payments are falling behind and my dad is getting on my back and–"

"Hey, I'm not complainin'," she stopped me. "I just miss you."

A small smile crept on my lips at her unwavering honesty – that was one thing I'd always envied about her. She could say how she was feeling without overthinking how it could be perceived, whereas I was the complete opposite.

"I'm right here," I assured her, and then she glanced at me with a smile that warmed my heart.

"How is he?" she asked. "He still standoffish with you?"

"Isn't he always?" I said, a little bitterly, before shaking my head. "Never mind him anyway. Doesn't matter."

Probably sensing my mood, she said, "You're right, it doesn't. You have me."

I was glad it was dark out, otherwise she would've seen the pink dusting my cheeks.

We continued our walk to the lake, talking and trying to stay awake long enough to make it there. It was a long walk on a regular day, but tonight it felt even longer because of the constant stepping around and trying to find our way in the dim light of the moon peeking through the trees. Still, it was comforting to be around Lucy Gray instead of back home where my dad would no doubt be on my case, so I savoured the time together.

By the time we reached the lake – in particular, a spot where a cabin sat, with a dock and boat beside it – Lucy Gray and I were wide awake, any hint of exhaustion for the evening dispersing with our trek. We both took a seat at the edge of the dock, feet dangling over the side, and she nudged my arm gently.

"Look how pretty the water looks," she said with amazement, and I hummed in agreement.

It was beautiful out tonight, the lull of the water lapping over itself and shimmering in the moonlight providing the perfect view for a perfect evening. Being out here always put me at ease, but being out here with Lucy Gray was indescribable.

After a moment of quiet, she nudged me again and I took the hint, following her lead as we both lay on our backs to look up at the night sky. If the view before was great, then this was amazing. Stars filled the sky, dazzling and bright and filling me with a sense of awe. It was different than seeing the stars from my house – this was all open, isolated, peaceful. I loved it.

"How many have times have you been here at night?" I asked Lucy Gray curiously.

"Not a lot," she assured, "but enough to know that it'a perfect for stargazin', and you love that, so I wanted to show you."

I chuckled a little. "I do. Thanks."

Another quiet enveloped us, only the sound of the water, the trees rustling gently and some birds in the distance to be heard. I could have stayed like this forever. It certainly would have been an upgrade from my usual life.

"Did you see Billy Taupe earlier?" Lucy Gray asked suddenly.

Billy Taupe was her ex-boyfriend and an ex-member of the Covey, but we'd all be ignoring him for a few weeks now after we'd discovered he'd cheated on Lucy Gray with the mayor's daughter. As a result, him and said daughter, Mayfair Lipp, weren't fond of us, especially Mayfair, who seemed to hold a personal vendetta against Lucy Gray.

I nodded, glancing at her, but she was still looking at the sky. "Yeah. I avoided him, but him and Mayfair were glaring at me for sure."

She exhaled quietly, troubled.

"Did he say something?" I asked, attention fully on her now.

"He confronted me between one of my performances," she admitted, piquing both my interest and concern. "Started talkin' about how I needed to stop badmouthin' him to the rest of the Covey."

I furrowed my brows. "You haven't though. If anything, you barely mention him."

"Well, he doesn't seem to think that," she said with an eye roll.

I frowned, hating to see her upset at the likes of him yet again. "If he keeps bothering you, tell me. I'll have a word with him."

As if I'd said something hilarious, she began to smile and then laughter spilled from her lips. "You're cute, and I appreciate it, but you shouldn't get involved. Him and Mayfair are capable of a lot."

"Lucy Gray–" I started, ready to retort, but she cut me off with a serious stare, her smile fading.

"Promise me, Y/N," she said sternly, dark eyes boring into mine.

I gave in instantly, embarrassingly enough. "I promise."

Visibly relieved, she relaxed and nodded slightly before sitting up and stretching her arms. I watched for a moment, though thoughts of Billy Taupe and his foulness stuck in my mind. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Same with Mayfair? Didn't they have anything better to do?

"Say, you ever been for an evenin' swim under the stars?"

I blinked, barely paying attention. "What?"

She glanced down at me with a smirk, before standing up and beginning to step out of her dress. Realising what she was doing, I sat up and started to protest.

"Lucy Gray, it's gonna be cold and dark and–"

But she beat me to it, her dress pooling by my feet as she dove in from the edge of the dock. I wiped my face with mild annoyance as she splashed me, watching as she resurfaced with a laugh.

"C'mon, you gon' leave me hangin'?!" she exclaimed.

I narrowed my eyes at her with distaste, but as always, I couldn't say no to her. So, grumbling to myself petulantly, I stepped out of my own clothes and dove right into the water next to her. It was cold, as suspected, but as I resurfaced, my body was already getting used to the temperature. It was still the middle of summer, so it was actually quite refreshing in the evening heat, though my complaints of it being dark were still valid.

"Not bad, right?" Lucy Gray asked me with a grin.

I pushed my hair from my eyes and gave her a reluctant glance. "I suppose not."

Her grin only widened, and then she looked up, eyes reflecting the moonlight and shimmering like the water. "Look."

I looked up too, amazed by the sight of the sky yet again, but before I could say anything, Lucy Gray splashed my face with water, making me shriek with surprise.

"Lucy Gray!" I scolded, wiping my eyes as she laughed. "You did that on purpose!"

Her laughter only increased, and then I was attempting to splash her back, but she was swimming backwards and then I was swimming after her, her laughter filling the silence of the woods and brightening up the place more than the moon ever could. I eventually grabbed her and splashed her face enough for her to spit it out and cease her laughter.

"Okay, okay, you win!" she gave in, wiping her eyes before playfully glaring at me.

It was my turn to laugh and she rolled her eyes lightheartedly before swimming around me yet again.

We stayed there for a little longer, splashing about and talking about everything and nothing. It was easy to forget everything waiting for me back home, or my job that I didn't want to go to, or the reality of our lives. No, all I had to focus on right now was Lucy Gray's voice, her company, her.

But it was seriously getting late, no doubt past midnight now, and all good things couldn't last forever. We were floating on our backs, staring at the sky in a comfortable silence, and I hated that I had to interrupt it.

"We should go back," I said reluctantly, stopping floating. "If my dad realises–"

"Right, yeah," she agreed apologetically. "Come on."

We both climbed out the lake in a peaceful silence, tugging on our clothes and shoes and squeezing the water from our hair the best we could. As I was doing just that, I felt her eyes on me and looked up with a confused smile.

"What?" I asked, feeling the last of the water drip down my wrists as I let go of my hair.

She began to smile unabashedly. "I'm glad I have you. Thanks for coming tonight. For being here."

My face was heating up, but I played it off with a playful eye roll. "Weirdo."

She chuckled quietly, shaking her head, before leading the way back to the Seam.

It had been a long day at work and the last thing I wanted was to come home to my father being grumpy, and yet that was what I'd gotten a few days later.

As soon as I walked in, I saw him home too, looking around the kitchen with a clenched jaw. He must have just got back from the mines, judging from the coal dust covering his clothes and skin.

"Hey, dad," I greeted politely, though already feeling tense because he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"The hell is all this?" he asked me, ignoring my greeting and instead motioning to the dishes on the table.

"What do you mean?" I asked with confusion, leaving my bag by the door.

"It's a mess in here," he said with irritation. "Did you not clean up?"

"Dad, I've been at work all day," I reminded him, sensing he'd had a bad day at work, because he wasn't usually this hostile. "When would I have cleaned up?"

He raised his eyebrows, as if I'd said something absurd. "Excuse me?"

I swallowed hard, not liking the way he sneered at me. "I–," I started, but stopped because I didn't know what to say. Technically, they were his dishes. His mess.

"Y'know, I work really hard to keep us alive," he said with a glare. "And the least you could do is keep the place tidy. You do fuck all anyway!"

I clenched my jaw, frowning and trying my best to contain my annoyance. "I know you do. But these were your dishes. From breakfast. I didn't even eat, I just left."

"Oh, so it's my fault?! That what you're saying?!"

"You're not listening!" I couldn't help but shout, getting sick and tired of his behaviour. "Look, you might have had a bad day at work, but you can't just take it out on me!"

"You don't know what I get up to at work!" he shouted right back. "It's not like yours, standing there, looking pretty! It's hard labour! Something you could never understand!" Then he motioned around and added, "Clearly! This place is a tip!"

I clenched my fists behind my back, but my anger was building up. "It's a tip because of you, dad! You leave it a mess! Then you come back and you blame it on me!"

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" he yelled. "Have some respect!"

"Then actually try and listen to what I'm–!"

I couldn't even finish because he suddenly slapped me across the face, a sharp, blinding slap that knocked me off my feet for a second, leaving me stumbling into the kitchen table. I blinked, tears pooling in my eyes.

"Clean this place up," he snapped, before turning around to go to his room, slamming the door behind him.

I breathed out slowly, eyes burning now, and tried to ignore the pins and needles on my cheek. It wasn't the first time he'd hit me, and I should have been used to it, but it still took me by surprise sometimes. I hated it. I hated him. I would have done anything to leave, but I had nowhere to go.

Needing to get out of there as I calmed down, I left through the front door, waiting by the side of the house. I took in some fresh air and wiped furiously at my tears. He was the worst father a child could ask for, but he was the only one I had.

My face was hot and I was glad I couldn't see my reflection, knowing it would just be red on one side. As I finished wiping the last of my tears, I heard footsteps from behind me and sucked up a breath before turning around, worried it might be my father, back for round two. Thankfully it wasn't, but it was Lucy Gray.

She was smiling at first, then her eyes took in my expression and it faded instantly.

"What happened?" she asked straight away, stopping before me.

"Nothing," I assured her, though my cheek was still flaming, and she wasn't stupid.

She looked back at my house, and then back to me with a frown. "He was upset again, wasn't he?"

I looked to my shoes shamefully, not needing to answer. She knew what he was like, but it was something I hated to put on her. Nonetheless, she understood, and she touched my cheek gently, making me wince.

"You should stay with us," she muttered, trying to find my eyes, but I wouldn't look up. "We'll always have room for you, Y/N."

"I can't," I said with embarrassment. "And he's not always like this. It's– I'm handling it."

"No, you're not," she said, letting go of my cheek.

I didn't want to argue, nor did I want her pity, so I cleared my throat and looked up with the intention to change the subject. "What did you come here for anyway?"

She wasn't happy as she gave me a worried look. "Y/N–"

"Lucy Gray," I pleaded, before she could say anything more.

Giving in, she exhaled quietly. "I wanted to see if you wanted to go on a picnic with us tomorrow. You're not workin', right?"

At the sound of something much nicer, I relaxed and nodded. "I'd like that."

She seemed to relax too. "Good." Then she glanced over her shoulder at the house again, before adding, "You're stayin' with us tonight."

"I'm not–"

"You are," she insisted stubbornly. "You still have a few things left from last time."

I sighed tiredly. "I have to clean up. He's gonna be mad."

"We'll clean up together, then you're comin'," she reasoned.

"I'll do it myself," I told her, shaking my head. "You know he doesn't like me hanging around with you."

She looked ready to protest, but I shot her a pleading look. The last thing I wanted was to set him off again, especially in front of Lucy Gray. Thankfully, she seemed to get this and nodded reluctantly.

"Fine, but hurry up," she gave in, taking my hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "I don't like you in there alone."

"I'll be quick," I promised, before leaving her to clean up.

My dad was still sulking in his room, so I was able to clean up quickly and let him know where I was going. He didn't answer, nor did he stop me, so I left and met Lucy Gray back outside. She took my hand without question, not letting go until we reached her place. I was glad not to be alone tonight.

A week later, it was another fun evening at the Hob where I watched my best friend perform and I didn't have to worry about work or my dad or anything. It was just like any other evening there, nothing out of the ordinary, or so I thought.

During one of Maude Ivory's talented solos, I got up to the go to the toilet, making it a quick one so I wouldn't miss a thing. But as I left the women's toilets, I caught sight of Billy Taupe and Mayfair chatting around the corner in hushed voices. I didn't care at first, trying to ignore they existed for Lucy Gray's sake, but then they mentioned the singer herself and I couldn't help but eavesdrop a little.

"...doesn't know when to keep her trap shut and herself to herself," Mayfair was saying bitterly.

"She's a singer," Billy Taupe reminded her. "That's what she does. Just ignore it."

Mayfair scoffed. "She thinks she has everyone in this town wrapped around her finger because, what, she can sing? And put on a little show? Well, you know what, we'll see how she sings her way out of the reaping!"

I froze from behind the wall, wondering what she meant by that.

"What?" Billy Taupe asked, just as confused but suspicious as I.

"She may have the looks, honey, but I have the connections," Mayfair continued, her hushed voice growing increasingly more annoyed as she spoke. "You just wait until reaping day. Lucy Gray won't be bothering anyone for much longer."

My eyes widened at her threat. What the hell was she talking about?

"What are you–" Billy Taupe started, but the sound of the floorboards creaking beneath my weight made him stop, and I cursed inwardly.

Before they could even consider investigating, I slipped away between the doors unnoticed, back into the main room where everybody was distracted by the singing, dancing and drinking. My head was reeling though, trying to piece together what I'd just heard.

There was no way Mayfair would do what she was implying, right? She wouldn't just sabotage the reaping because of a feud, surely? Would she? If she did, then that would mean Lucy Gray would be chosen as tribute and–

Oh, God. If she was chosen, she'd be shipped off to partake in the Hunger Games and that was it. She wasn't a fighter, she was a performer. And the Games was no place for someone like her. I'd never see her again. And her family– oh, no. No, this couldn't happen!

What could I do to stop this? Mayfair would never listen to reason, especially not from me. It wasn't fair, any of it.

Suddenly, I felt nauseous at the thought of everything playing out just as Mayfair wanted. Needing some fresh air, feeling overly stuffy in the Hob, I pushed past everyone and stepped outside, ignoring those who were enjoying a cigarette or drink and trying not to throw up.

I couldn't lose Lucy Gray like this, not because of some stupid feud. How badly could Mayfair hate her to do this? The Covey would be broken without her. She was too valuable to everyone. And she was all I had.

"Y/N?"

I turned around, seeing Lucy Gray approaching me with a concerned smile on her lips.

"What happened?" she asked, stopping before me.

I blinked, my thoughts still racing around. "What?"

"You left lookin' upset," she said worriedly. "What happened?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, shaking my head. "Nothing. I just feel sick. Might've eaten something funny."

Her smile faded, replaced by a concerned frown. "Oh, gosh, do you wanna go home? Go to ours? I can walk you back. The others won't mind if I leave a little early."

She was watching me carefully, patiently, dark eyes flittering around my face as if she'd find the problem just like that. She was too kind for her own good and I couldn't help but think about how unfair this all was. She wasn't a bad person at all. How could Mayfair do this? Why couldn't I do anything about it? There had to be something!

"Y/N?" Lucy Gray said, before pressing the back of her hand to my forehead with concentration. "Hmm, you do feel a little warm."

It wasn't fair.

Without thinking, I hugged her tightly, promising myself there and then that I would fix this. She wasn't going to be subjected to Mayfair's wrath, not if I could help it.

"Woah, what's gotten into you?" she said with surprise, but returned the hug.

"Sorry," I mumbled, before pulling back and clearing my throat. "I just need some water. I'll be fine."

She quirked a brow. "You're sure?"

I nodded, trying my hardest not to worry her anymore.

"Okay... good," she said with relief, before a smile curled on her lips. "I've got a new song I want you to hear."

I returned her smile, letting her tug my hand and lead me back inside, but the truth of what I knew was already starting to suffocate me.

For days I mulled it over, trying to convince myself that maybe I misheard or misinterpreted Mayfair's words. Or that, maybe, Mayfair didn't have as much power as she was letting on.

But deep down, I knew it was true, and she was just petty enough to send Lucy Gray to her death. Which then brought me to my next problem: what could I do to stop it?

Mayfair was the mayor's daughter and the mayor was the one who chose the names for the reaping. It was pretty solid, with no interference from me able to stop it. But what was I to do? Do I tell Lucy Gray? Her family? At least, if I did, it would give them time to prepare. But how exactly? Would it not be easier to just let it play out as to not ruin their last moments together?

I didn't know, and it was so much information to carry, eating away at me little by little. What I did know was that I couldn't lose Lucy Gray. What would my life even look like if she was gone? What would the Covey do without her?

Lucy Gray was loved, needed, wanted. She couldn't die, not when she'd be so dearly missed and had so much left to give. If only I could take her place... I knew I would if I could. Nobody needed me or cared for me, nobody but her. But she'd get over my death. And my dad couldn't care less. If it meant saving Lucy Gray, I would do it. After all, I loved her.

But I couldn't, because it was her name to be picked, not mine. And with her name, she'd walk onstage and I'd never see her again. How could I change that?

#lucy gray baird #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray baird imagine #rachel zegler #the hunger games imagine #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes imagine #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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inkedreverie · 9 months

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Hello, dear 💕

So you asked for a couple of fic recs, and i’m not sure how long it’s been since you’ve last read one so these might not be the best lol but here goes nothing 😉

1. @oh-my-damn / The Stranger on wattpad is the best smut and romance combo novel you will read, darling! but also check out her masterlist cause every single thing she writes is gold (check her ari fics, they’re a killer!)

2. @evansbby / Preying On You Tonight reached its glorious end a couple of days ago and it was honestly singlehandedly the greatest piece of fanfiction i have ever read

3. @universitypenguin / The Princess and The Lawyer is the best Lloyd fic out there. No competition. Zero.

4. @time-for-a-lullaby / EVERYTHING and ANYTHING Chris (yet go for Arranged first if you havent already read it)

5. @jtargaryen18 / His Inheritance is a whirlwind

6. @onsunnyside cause i have to and its blasphemy if you dont mention her in recs at this point. Also Flamingo King, dear. Yes.

7. @disturbedbydesign / I Love You I Hate You, i believe was the name of the best Ransom fic i have read on her. Her Denis fic is also surprisingly and insanely good!

8. In case you’re into stucky, just in case, @musette22 is ya girl!

I know i’ve left off so many amazing writers cause i’ve read so many amazing fics throughout last year and this one too and i’m sorry for that and if this isn’t helpful and you’ve read everything already 😅🥰

Oh wow! Thank you so much! I haven't read any of these so this is perfect!

#whoselifeisitanywho #answered.

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skzhua · 1 year

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Boyfriend tag video with ex-boyfriend

MASTERLIST

pairing: idol!hwang hyunjin x youtuber!reader.

genre: fluff, humor, female reader.

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: none other than cheesy asf.

summary: you ask your ex-boyfriend to do a video with you and it doesn't end as planned.

a/n: i wrote this in 2019 on wattpad so i'm sorry for this cringy ass imagine. (i reworked it but it's still so.. ugh) posting this until i'm no longer sick and can write again. 😗

You made sure everything was all set before getting up and clicking on the record button.

"Hey guys! It's been a while since the last video so to make that up for you, I invited a special guest on my channel. You already know him from old videos, please welcome Hyunjin from Stray Kids!" you announced and clapped your hands as Hyunjin appeared in the frame of the camera.

"Hey everyone!" he waved.

"For those who don't know or recognize him, this is my ex-boyfriend Hyunjin. We broke up about two years ago but we are still in really good terms. So, today, I asked on Twitter to send me suggestions of videos. Surprisingly, the most popular choice was the boyfriend tag." you chuckled.

"I think they thought you were seeing someone." Hyunjin laughed along.

"Probably, but since I always do what you ask, I invited Hyunjin to join me because he's the only one dumb enough to accept such a thing."

"I'm dumb?!" he gasped, acting offended.

"Yes you are! Okay, now let's get to the video. First question: where did we meet?"

"In high school, about two years or so before I got into JYP."

"Right, so around 4 years ago. Wow, we're about to celebrate our 5 years of knowing each other!" you exclaimed.

"5 years of hell." he joked and you slapped his arm.

"Just read the next question"

"Alright.. where was our first date?" he read and paused. "Oh no..."

You laughed at his reaction and he glared at you. "It's a funny story, actually. We were in class and he asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with him after school, to which I gladly accepted. We went to this cute Japanese restaurant and Hyunjin happened to know the waitress and she asked for his number. Hyunjin being Hyunjin, he gave her his number!!" you told the camera.

"Wait, I have my reasons! She was someone I knew from, like, kindergarten so I thought she just wanted to catch up."

"Idiot, you're lucky I didn't leave you then! Question 3: Firsts impressions?" you read out loud.

"Shy and cute girl" Hyunjin answered confidently.

"Thank you! For me, it was the pretty boy who was kind to everyone." you confessed.

"Not false.. Next question: When did we meet our families?"

"I don't remember actually." you chuckled embarrassed.

"I don't either but it was some time after we got together."

"Right. Next question: weird obsessions?" you said and smiled. "Your jewellery!"

"What about them?"

"You have too many and I think I still can find some you left here when we were together."

"I'm not as bad as you and your puppies!' he mentioned your dog obsession.

"They are cute, okay?" you tried to defend yourself.

"Sure~ Okay, next: How long have we been together?"

"Almost two years, you left me two months before our anniversary." you said, the ambiance suddenly.

"I didn't want to." he informed.

"I know."

"And I still regret it." he said sincerely while taking your hand in his.

"Hyunjin." you whispered.

"Please, Y/N. I still want you. I never thought about anyone else in these two last years."

"But your career?"

"They'll understand."

"And the fans?"

"I'm still a rookie idol (REMINDER I WROTE THIS IN 2019!) and they'll get over it. Please" he insisted.

You looked at his features carefully and his pleading eyes were irresistible. You just couldn't say no. "Okay, I'm willing to give it a shot" you smiled.

"Really?" he said, surprised.

"Yeah, why not?"

Hyunjin began to thank you over and over again while hugging you tightlyin his arms. When he let go, he looked at you and tilted his head to ask if he could and you nodded. He then kissed you. God you missed his lips, his touch, him. You pulled away and leaned onto him.

"Well, guys! I guess it's the boyfriend tag for real now!"

"What is the next question, baby?"

Your heart melted at the return of the pet name. You weren't gonna regret it anytime soon.

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #hwang hyunjin x reader #stray kids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin fanfic #stray kids imagines #hwang hyunjin imagines #stray kids fluff #hwang hyunjin fluff

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gagmewitha-spork · 2 years

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Injury (Lucy Bronze x reader)

Warnings: none

Description: reader is recovering from an injury and is staying with Lucy in Lyon after having surgery. Fluffy domestic cuteness. I wrote this years ago when Lucy was still at Lyon, was originally posted on wattpad but I’ve decided to transfer everything over to here and start writing again, so sent requests :)

I haven’t rechecked/proof read so any mistakes or terrible writing can be blamed fully on younger me.

Word count: 967

"Are you coming to watch the game tonight?", Lucy asked me as she moved around the kitchen making breakfast for the two of us, as I was currently incapable. I had been injured in a game a while ago and had recently had surgery on my left ankle, leaving me feeling sorry for myself, and my girlfriend stuck doing everything for me.

"Of course", I confirmed from where I was sat on the couch, looking back over my shoulder at her, "wouldn't miss it", I smiled.

"How are you gonna get there?", she inquired.

"Uh, walk?".

"You're gonna walk all the way?", She raises her eyebrow at me.

"How else would I get there, I can't drive", I shrugged.

"You can't walk to the toilet without me helping you", she folded her arms over her chest, "you can come with me, I'll get you a seat pitch side so I can hear you cheering me on", she came over to where I was sat, leaning on the back of the couch and stroking the top of my head, causing me to tilt it back to look up at her.

"How'd you know I'll be cheering you on, you're playing PSG, which is my team, might I remind you", I smiled up at her.

"Because if you don't, I won't make you food anymore", she smirked, knowing I don't currently have the agility to stand and make food at the same time, not that I can cook normally anyway.

"Noooo, you know I won't survive without the proper nutrition", I begged, bringing my hands up to grab her face, while doing my best lost puppy impression up at her.

"With your cooking, I'm surprised you survive without me as it is", she laughed, my puppy face clearly having no effect.

"Exactly", I used it to make my point stronger. I tried the lost puppy face again. She leant down, placing a peck on my lips, before standing up to head back to the kitchen. Before she could I reached up to pull her back down, into another kiss, this one a little longer.

"As much as I hate not being able to walk, let alone play, I love being able to be here with you all the time", I said once we pulled away.

"Good, 'cause I love having you here", she kissed me again, then went to pull away but I made sure she couldn't by placing my right hand on the back of her neck. Eventually she was able to pull away, "you need to stop", she told me.

"Why?", I smirked up at her.

"I'm trying to cook", she said, quickly walking back to the kitchen so I couldn't grab her and stop her from leaving again.

"Well that's boring", I stated, turning around more to look over the back of the couch so I could see her better.

"So you're coming with me, yes?", She changed the subject back to our previous conversation.

"Yes", I confirmed, "I'll be your biggest loudest, most British fan", I said.

"Ah, so you are going to cheer for me?"

"Of course, as much as I love PSG, I love you more, I'll even wear your jersey"

"Wow, that's real commitment, be careful you might scare me off", she said, laughing a bit.

"If you weren't scared off after our second date I don't think anything could scare you off", I stated, remembering the shambles that was our second date.

We had just got back to Manchester after playing with the England national team, which is where we had met, and I had asked her out on a second date, we'd had our first while away in the US playing in the SheBelieves cup. I had planned to take her to the indoor ski centre near the Trafford centre, which I knew she'd enjoy, then out for a meal at one of the restaurants near by.

It was all going well until we were at the restaurant. Apparently I'm allergic to shell fish, and who knew calamari counted as shell fish? Long story short, she ended up having to take me to hospital, because I was finding it increasingly hard to breath. But she stuck around, even after she'd seen me with a swollen face and purple lips. Which meant that she must really like me.

After that we stuck to non seafood related restaurants. But it's pretty funny to look back on now I know I'm not dying. At the time I was convinced I wasn't going to make it. I've always been a lover of overreacting.

"Yeah well, I saved your life, you're probably only in love with me because of some hero complex or something", Lucy laughed, as she continued cooking.

"Well I might not be anymore", I said, sulking a little, "you won't make out with me".

"You want your food or not?", she asked, "and if you wait until after the game, you can help me celebrate me beating your team like they're that spider you killed earlier", she said seductively, though the reference to the spider I had smooshed into the carpet with my slider earlier in the day made it a little less appealing.

"I would, but I'll be too busy comforting you after you loose", I shrugged.

"Uh huh, we'll see about that", Lucy said as she made her way back over to where I was sat, leaning down and placing a kiss on my lips. Just as I was about to deepen it, thinking she'd finally given in, she pulled away, and placed a plate of food I hadn't seen her bring over into my lap, "eat up my love, you'll need as much energy as possible if you plan on walking to the stadium".

"Ha ha", I replied sarcastically.

#lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine

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sk8termikey · 8 days

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Chapter 21 of 21 Questions

better interface on wattpad (I had to put the song that made me wanna create this fanfic)

“Hello hello!” Lily called as she arrived in the living room after the deep conversation regarding her love life had finished not long ago. “Bathroom’s free so first come first serve. Towels are on the rack and you can put your clothes in the laundry basket if you want.”

The triplets all thanked her before Nick decided that he’d go first after taking the suitcase upstairs to have his pyjamas ready, seeing as Lily was in hers. The girl plopped down on the couch next to Matt as Alex finally sat down too, next to Chris.

“What’d I miss?”

“We talked about how wonderful you are and that you’re the best person ever!” Alex joked.

“Damn, nothing I didn’t know then”, Lily teased back. “As long as you don’t force the guys to say shit like that.”

The four friends laughed at that, before Chris assured that they didn’t have to be pressured into admitting something that they could see for themselves, which actually made Lily feel so loved. She looked at Matt for confirmation, and he carefully nodded at his brother’s statement.

“Y’all are so nice to me”, Lily said as she wiped a fake tear. “I’ll need to invite you here more often.”

“Please do because y’all have a nice house,” Chris complimented. “Shit’s feels real cosy and homely.”

“That’s so sweet bro, we take that very seriously. Thanks.” Lily was truly appreciative to hear that her guests felt comfortable in the house as it was something that was important to her and Alex: making people feel welcome.

They kept talking about random subjects, from the triplets’ tour to the girls’ childhood, while the people on the couch kept changing for the next hour or so as each one of them would eventually go take a shower. This was the final shift of seats as Alex went to have hers and Lily was left with Nick, Matt and Chris – Bernard was travelling around the house and would occasionally come back to be petted by the group. As she saw the time that had come by, Lily suggested that they order food as the triplets might be hungry. They gladly accepted and Lily unlocked her phone to check for delivery options.

“Usually I’d actually cook for y’all but I’m kinda exhausted right now so tomorrow night if you’re still here. I can offer you pizzas for tonight?”

“We’ll never refuse pizzas”, Nick agreed with the proposal. “And we’ll definitely be here tomorrow night if you’re not tired of us yet.”

“I could never!”The girl faked to be offended. “Here, look at the menu and add your choices to the cart.”

Lily passed her phone to the triplets so that they could decide what they wanted before they gave it back to her. She then chose for her and Alex before confirming the order that would arrive soon enough. While they waited, Lily asked the triplets what they wanted to drink.

“I’m mostly asking Nick and Matt though, I’m certain Chris wants a pepsi. Would I be right?”

“Absolutely, you know me so well wow!” Chris sarcastically laughed before thanking the girl.

Nick and Matt joined Lily in the kitchen to see the other choices for themselves. They felt lucky that the girls had similar taste to them as Nick was able to get a Saint Pellegrino while Matt also got a Pepsi as he saw that the fridge had quite a lot in it.

“Y’all will have to thank Alex for that”, Lily said as she handed the youngest triplets their drinks. “Girly has been addicted to soda since high school, though not as bad as Chris luckily.”

“Thank you for pointing that out!” Nick exclaimed. “He really needs to notice how bad his drinking habits are.”

“Wait, as a good host I should actually give him water then”, Lily seriously offered.

“Being a good host means listening to your guests’ needs though?” Chris tried to reason as he wasn’t giving up his can.

“Your brain might want all that sugar but I swear your body truly needs water bro. This is the only Pepsi you’ll get tonight so cherish it because you’ll be water hydrated for the rest of the night.”

“I’m for real considering hiring you as his life coach right now”, Matt half-joked. “He needs that kind of attitude around him that isn’t coming from Nick or me.”

“Sure,” Lily replied. “How much is the job?”

“You’re leaving me, what?” Alex dramatically questioned as she kept appearing at the most out-of- context moments in conversations. “How am I gonna live without you by my side? Nooooo!”

“I’d never babe, don’t worry.” Lily reassured as everyone laughed at Alex’s fake offence. “Sorry guys, I can’t leave the love of my life alone.”

“We’ll manage, it’s okay.” Matt sat down at the table while opening his own can. “At least we have your number if we actually need your skills one day.”

“We don’t though?” Chris raised an eyebrow at his brother. “You are the only one in contact with Lily bro.”

“Correct,” Nick realised. “I’ll need a way to contact both of you right now.”

“I’ll send Lily’s number to you and give her yours,” Matt offered. “Alex too obviously, we’ll all need yours.”

“Yayy!” The blonde girl agreed. “We soooo must have a group chat because I know it’s the best way for us to keep in touch.”

“Also correct, that’s a necessity.” Nick was completely on board as he felt excited about talking more with the two girls even after he and his brothers would go back to Los Angeles.

Right as the pizzas arrived, phones were being exchanged so that everyone could get all the numbers they were missing. Soon enough, they all had each other’s numbers and they could directly transition to eating dinner. It was a much needed moment as the triplets got to know the girls better, especially in an environment they were familiar with.

After they had finished eating, Alex only had one idea in her mind which she decided to share:

“What do y’all think about watching a movie? Best way to end the day and it doesn’t require any energy.”

Although Lily felt tired, she agreed as she saw that Nick, Matt and Chris were down for it. The girls offered them to look at their DVDs since it would be quicker to choose than using a streaming platform. The triplets couldn’t help but notice the amount of Disney movies they had and one in particular caught Nick’s eye as he took it out to admire it.

“You have Edward Scissorhands?!”

“Yep”, Alex replied with a smile. “One of our favourites!”

To this, Nick immediately decided that they needed to watch it without any care as to what his brothers would say – they would never turn down Nick’s favourite movie and even less if the girls loved it too. The group therefore settled on the couch as Lily put on the movie. She threw multiple blankets on the couch in case anyone needed one during the evening and apologised when she actually hit Matt with two of them at the same time, to which he playfully threw one of the small pillows at her when she went to sit down.

As the movie started, the excitement could be seen on Nick’s face. He was always over the moon when he’d watch it and being able to have this in common with his new friends was a bonus. Although Lily loved Edward Scissorhands, the tiredness was catching up to her. She hated the fact that she was close to falling asleep in front of this masterpiece, especially when it had only been half an hour since the movie had begun. It didn’t help that the couch was extremely comfortable and the blankets were keeping her warm.

Soon enough, Lily was actually asleep. Because of the dim lights in the room, it wasn’t noticeable by the others that her eyes had closed and they only realised when the movie eventually ended. As Alex saw that Lily wasn’t moving when they turned on the lights and decided to all go to sleep, she nudged her side to notify her of the end of the movie. Alex had hesitated to let her sleep on the couch but when she remembered that the triplets were here, she thought it would be more practical to have Lily sleep upstairs. Therefore, Lily was gently woken up and she apologised for having fallen asleep. They all reassured her that they didn’t mind, especially Matt who knew that driving was pretty tiresome sometimes. Before they went upstairs, Lily asked about the sleeping arrangements as the triplets would split between Alex’s room and the couch. They quickly chose that Matt and Chris would be together in Alex’s room – as they were used to that back home because of Chris never sleeping in his own room – while Nick would be alone on the couch, thus giving him the space he deserved. Therefore, while Alex accompanied Matt and Chris upstairs, Lily prepared the couch for Nick. As she still looked tired, Nick offered to help Lily but she refused as he was the guest here.

“Thank you for that.”

“No problem, have a good night and make yourself at home. Come get me or Alex if you need anything.”

“That’s kind thanks but I’ll let you both rest, don't worry.” Nick waved at Lily as she was leaving him downstairs. “Sleep well too!”

The pair smiled at each other before Lily went upstairs to join Alex. She arrived at the same time as the blonde bid Matt and Chris goodnight so she did the same as they had left the door open to wish her a good night too. Lily then went to her room and found Alex already on her bed as she couldn’t wait for a sleepover with her best friend, although it would be all sleep and no chit-chatting.

“I still cannot believe we have the Sturniolo triplets in our house bro.”

“No but same,” Lily agreed. “Although it feels less like that, you know? We’re actually becoming friends with them.”

“You and Matt already were I guess but yeah, I’m just scared we’re gonna wake up tomorrow and they’re not here.”

“Don’t worry babe”, Lily assured as she slid under the covers. “They can’t get rid of us now.”

Alex snickered at that before hugging Lily and wishing her a good night, to which Lily said the same back to her, before both girls drifted off to sleep.

~~~

I guess I did have a nap before sleeping, Lily thought as she was already awake at nine o’clock in the morning. Turning to the side, she saw that her best friend was still sound asleep and would be for a while. No point in staying in bed in case I wake her up. Lily then decided to head downstairs after a quick journey to the bathroom to do her morning routine. However, as she arrived in the living-room, the girl almost let out a gasp as she saw someone on her couch. Oh my fucking– fuck, she internally swore as she had almost forgotten that Nick was sleeping there. Damn, where do I go now? She wondered as she eyed the kitchen that was the only room available at the moment. Lily knew that the triplets might not wake up soon enough so she decided that she had time to prepare a nice breakfast for everyone, given that she hadn’t cooked for them yesterday evening. What’s something everyone could enjoy? And something I also make easily enough? Lily hesitated as she tried to quietly rummage through the cupboards and the fridge to look amongst the ingredients she had. She quickly chose to make pancakes as it was a basic recipe for her and everyone would be able to customise it to their liking.

~~~

Half an hour later, Lily was almost done with the batter as she had prepared enough to feed a family of ten. She was confident in her cooking skills and hoped that the triplets would like her food as much as Alex did. Focused on heating the pancakes, Lily hadn’t noticed someone quietly slipping in the kitchen until they talked to her.

“Hey”, a soft voice called. “What are you doing up this early?”

“Oh my–” Lily did a 180° so fast that Matt thought she would end up dizzy. “Shit, you scared me.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to…”

“No worries bro. I was too deep in thought, my spatial awareness is at its lowest right now.” Lily turned back to keep an eye on the food before continuing. “You slept well?”

“I did, thanks. You?”

“Yep, everything’s good.”

“What are you making?” Matt wondered as he walked to stand next to the girl. “Smells great.”

“Pancakes”, Lily replied while flipping them. “Please tell me y’all like that. I can always make you something else if needed.”

“That’s perfect, don’t worry.” Matt leaned back on the counter with a smile to reassure Lily. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to though. I’ve always loved cooking for Alex and this is a recipe I mastered long ago so I’m just showing off to be honest.”

“I’ll be the judge of this so-called mastering then.”

“Wanna try one now?” Lily offered as she was finishing the first pancakes out of many more that would come. “No one would know you got an early tasting.”

“How can I refuse when you’re offering?” Matt rhetorically asked as he gladly accepted the fork Lily gave him.

While he was chewing, Lily turned off the heat as she turned sideways to observe Matt’s reaction. He looked neutral so she had no idea how to interpret him. However, as he quickly took another bite, Lily relaxed with a sigh before switching her gaze from his face to his attire. She couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing the usual pyjamas he would wear in videos: a basic short-sleeved white t-shirt that allowed his tattoos to be visible with blue plaid sweatpants, in which he does look good even when he just woke up.

“This is so freaking good!” Matt whisper-yelled of excitement, bursting Lily’s bubble of daydream. His eyes almost twinkled as he held a smile on his face. “You can be proud of yourself Lily, you truly mastered pancakes.”

“Thanks Matt, that means a lot.” Lily had always known she was a good cook – not deserving of a Michelin star though she was above average for certain recipes – but hearing those compliments from Matt made her feel special. “Will Chris and Nick like that, you think?”

“Of course, no way they’re not eating that.” As he finished his pancake, Matt thought for a bit. “I might actually tell them you’re the worst cook ever just so I can have more.”

“You will have enough for yourself I hope, but I’ll be happy to make some for you anytime again.”

“That’ll be my pleasure.”

As they smiled at each other, Lily and Matt were almost forgetting that anytime might not be for a while as those moments together were only temporary. Soon enough, Matt would go back to Boston with his brothers then to Los Angeles, thus leaving Lily with Alex in Spring Hill. Soon enough, thousands of miles would separate them along with a three hours difference, although they would still be in the same country. But for now, the present was more important and as they both put the near happening reality in the back of their minds, the two friends simply enjoyed the time they currently had together.

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

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w2soneshots · 1 month

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We’re done -Miniminter

Words: 0.7k+

Warnings: cheating, angst with sad ending.

In which you catch Simon cheating.

a/n: this was requested on wattpad and I actually really enjoyed making it since it’s something I haven’t really done before! (Who doesn’t love some good old angst?💔)

I've been with Simon for almost two years. We got together after just a few dates and were super happy. Recently he's been really distant and been acting weird. When I asked him about it he told me that he was 'fine' and that I had nothing to worry about.

This morning I woke up to a message from him telling me that he had to go to a last minute side cast. I brushed it off and got out of bed. I got ready for the day and had some breakfast. Then I left the apartment and headed to the shops to get some food since our kitchen was practically empty.

When I got there I grabbed a basket and began walking through the isles, looking at the food. Just as I was grabbing some pasta I heard my name. Me and Simon are very private in our relationship and I don't have any public social media platforms so I knew it wasn't a fan. "Hey y/n! What are you doing here?" Freezy exclaimed. Freezy... it's just Cal, phew. "hey, long time no see!" I smiled "I'm just doing the food shop." "Ah ok. Where's Simon, I thought he had the day off?" He asked. "Oh, he said he had to go to a last minute side cast." I replied. His brows furrowed. "What?" I asked seriously. "Oh uh nothing." I raised my eyebrows "no. What is it?" He sighed "I um- it's just that- Harry told me they were filming the side cast on Thursday." He stated quietly. "But it's Monday." I said. "Well I could be wrong! Maybe they moved it to today?" He said quickly. "mhm" I mumbled.

I said a quick goodbye to Cal, grabbed the last things I needed to get, payed and made my way home. I unpacked the shopping then headed into the bedroom. I would never usually snoop around, search through anyone's phone or anything intrusive like that but I felt I had a big enough reason to, since he’s been acting so strange. I went into his section of our wardrobe and opened one of the many shoe boxes. My face dropped and my heart sank when I saw the small note hidden at the bottom.

just posting this because I lost my phone, oops! can't wait to see you, I miss you so much. Lana xx

Why on earth would anyone post something like this if you’re trying to hide a relationship? I thought. Then the realisation sunk in that I'd just caught him cheating... well what other explanation would there be.

I put the note back, packed my bags and waited till Simon got home. "Hey! I'm home!" He shouted through the apartment. "y/n?" He walked into the bedroom. I sat on the end of the bed with tear stained cheeks. "Where have you been?" I asked quietly. "What?" "Don't play dumb!" I stood form the bed. He looked startled "I- I-" he stumbled. My face twitched in anger "you fucking twat! You thought you'd never get caught! You basted! I hate you so fucking much!" I screamed as tears spilled from my eyes. "I'm sorry." He said dropping his head. "So you admit it. You cheated on me." He nodded. "Wow." Was all I said then I turned towards the bathroom, grabbed the suitcase I'd packed just 20 minutes ago and left without another word.

I called Freya in floods of tears as I drove through London, barely able to see the road. "Woah woah, what happened?" She asked quickly. "He- he cheated Frey, he actually cheated." I sobbed. "Oh my god," She whispered "are you in the car?" She asked. "Yea." I replied through sniffles. "Ok drive to my apartment, I'll see you in a bit. Be careful." She said before I could protest.

I arrived outside her and Josh's apartment approximately 10 minutes later. I knocked and the door swung open just seconds later. "Come here." She said with her arms out. I immediately fell into the hug. "It's going to be ok, I've got you." She tried to comfort me as I cried. "He doesn't deserve you."

Once I calmed down, I told her about the note. “It sounds like she doesn’t know you exist… maybe he didn’t tell her he had a girlfriend?” She said calmly. “What a dick.” I said.

#miniminter x reader #miniminter #simon minter #simon minter x reader #fanfic #image #oneshot #angst #angst with a sad ending #cheating #calfreezy #x female reader #x fem!reader #x y/n #x you #x reader

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whatizloaf · 1 month

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Here is the prologue to my new story on wattpad!!

“We never got along… until we did.”

Flashforward → 2010

2 years since Vanessa and Tom last said goodbye…

I’ve been in Los Angeles for who knows how long. I haven’t been counting but it feels like forever. You can totally escape out here. No one cares about your past- wait,

Now that I think about it, they don’t care about your present or even your future.

I often think about how LA compares to Germany. Wow, are they different. LA sure is beautiful - especially at night. If I could stare at the lights of the city from the top of this mountain outside of this lame ass party all the time, I would. I would do a lot of things right now to distract myself from the worst news I could get.

Finding out that my boyfriend of half a year cheated on me with my “friend” is just the icing on top of the cake of all my problems. So I do what I do best in these situations…drink them all away. I can’t find my friends, not really sure if I can still call them that. So I go back inside and go upstairs to some random bedroom that no one's in to clear my head- and possibly cry.

On the way upstairs of this huge mansion, I grab more to drink so I can feel something else that isn’t pain. I walk all the way down the long hallway, constantly looking behind me making sure no one is following me. Once the coast is finally clear, I go into the last bedroom and close the door, only leaving it a inch open so people know someone is in here. I sat down on the big, soft bed and just cried. Cried out all my drunk emotions. No one was here to judge me or look at how much of a mess I was.

That was until… I saw him.

There he was, the first man I fell in love with years ago standing right in front me. Just observing me, taking in the distraught sight of The Girl He Left Behind…

Silence consumes the large room. We both don't know where to start. How could either of us know how? We haven't spoken in a few years. He's been away touring with his now famous band while I'm trying to live the normal life I couldn't have when I lived in Germany - and that was because of him.

He looked so different, but he also looked exactly like the man who held my hand for the first time, who I shared my first kiss with, and the first man to make love to me.

I thought I was dreaming, choking back more tears fearing I would cause a scene - but how could I not? I had so much love for him, damn it, that too remains unchanged. Who knows how he still feels about me.

"You're here."

"I came back for you, I promised I would, and I did."

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pls lmk what you think!!

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #2000s #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #germany #music #pop rock #i love him #fanfic #wattpad

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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year

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Grayson Dolan: Taco Baby

-Grayson x Reader-

!!CW: This one gets kinda dirty!! — Belly Worship (Playing, Rubbing, Kissing, Licking), Navel Worship (Fingering, Kissing, Kissing, etc.), Bloating, Smells/Odors, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, C*m, Allusion to Mpreg/Pregnancy

Synopsis: You’ve just made your first successful vegan meal in years… and, after enjoying such a wonderful alternative dinner with your boyfriend, Grayson, you’ve only just come to realize how fulfilling — and delicious — that vegan food can truly be. Grayson’s had so many helpings of your culinary triumph that he looks as though he’s fallen pregnant with a big foodbaby… and although the extent of his bloating is initially a bit alarming, you just can’t help but to have a little fun with his new, beautiful, baby bump. He’s just so gigantic… that even his belly button has changed, to resemble that of an expecting mother. The two of you have only just put down such an incredible, healthy supper — and, in the process, created a beautiful (though imaginary) child together — and now, it’s time for a big, pregnant, creamy dessert… to celebrate the conception.

Words: 2,525 (+/-)

A/N: This is an ooolllddd fic, from at least two years ago, that I’ve reposted about a handful of times (without going back through, to revise it)… so, sorry if the writing isn’t the best. I have changed it up quite a bit in the past, but, at some point, I figured that I had rewritten it enough to keep the original atmosphere of the whole thing, while also making it a bit smoother to read. With that being said, I apologize for any mistakes I may have miss (as I honestly don’t want to toil around with it anymore), and I hope you enjoy the read.

Wattpad Link — “Celebrity Worship Fics” Series

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Your taco dinner with Grayson went well tonight — a lot better than you expected it to. Not only did you produce one of the best meals you've ever made in your life, you also discovered that vegan food isn't as bland as you thought... you actually enjoy it quite a bit. Now that your bellies are full, the two of you are curled up together on the couch, half-watching whatever's playing on the TV as you enjoy each other's warmth.

"Wow," Grayson groans, laid between the couch cushions with your head on his chest, "Dinner was great tonight! Nice job, Babe." Though he's already complimented you at least a thousand times since he finished his plate, his flattery still feels as genuine as the first — it just serves to show that your hours of laboring over the stove weren't for naught. "Thanks," you sigh, "I tried really hard on those tacos, Gray. Glad to know my work paid off."

Tonight's meal marks your first success in a long list of kitchen-related failures. After your first breakfast blunder, the Great Crêpe Fire of Christmas 2019, it seemed your culinary losing streak would never come to an end, but tonight's taco triumph has proven otherwise.

Grayson nods his head, poking at the top of yours with his chin. "Yeah, it really did. I think this is the first time in years that I haven't had to pretend to like your food! You know, I used to wait until you left the room to throw it away... but I couldn't get enough tonight. Those tacos were fucking awesome!"

"Wow," you gasp, unsure if you should feel proud or insulted, "Ummm... okay. I knew my cooking was bad... but you could've at least had the decency to tell me to my face... and you, of all people, shouldn't be talking, Mr.Charred Pancakes! I can't believe you used to do that behind my back! You know, pigs will be flying by the time you make something that isn't burned totally black or completely underdone..."

Grayson blows up his chest underneath your head, wrapping his arms tightly around your head and tucking it between his pecs. "Wait... wait. I was just joking, okay," he laughs, "Chill out, Babe. It was just a joke. Calm down. Don't go crazy on me now. I'm starting to feel a little queasy, I couldn't handle you if I tried."

"That's what the hell you get," you yelp, mocking him as you struggle to free your head from under the weight of his bicep, "You said it yourself that you couldn't get enough, and now look at you! Woah, Gray! You're huge! Are your feeling alright?" Grayson's stomach looks nearly three times it's usual size, so big that it's peeked almost halfway out of his shirt. At first, it's nothing too alarming, but the more you stare at it, the more it seems to grow.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," he answers, choking back a burp, "trust me, I am. It's just some bloating. In a few hours, I'll be back to normal."

"Okay, good," you reply, resting your hand on his stomach, "I don't want you throwing up on me or anything. Dinner is always better on a plate, not chucked up from your guts..."

His beautiful brown eyes staring into your soul, Grayson smirks, placeing his hand over yours, and laughing boisterously at the size of his new belly. Suddenly, all the worry you felt before fades away, and you're laughing too. "Ya know, I feel like we're in one of those maternity photos right now," he jokes, entangling his fingers with yours as his eyes scan you up and down, "You know what I mean? The ones where the fathers are all over the moms' bellies, like, kissing them and stuff. It'd be funny if we recreated those pictures, but nobody else is here to take the photos. That sucks."

With your chest still full of laughter, and not a single clear thought in your mind, you slide yourself off from Grayson's chest and kneel down on the floor in front of the couch, playing along with his little joke. "Well, nobody has to be," you chuckle, "See? I'll be the dad in the photo... you'll obviously be the mom... and I'll give you a little smooch." Trying your hardest to contain your laughter, you purse your lips up against his stomach, looking into his eyes as you begin to scatter little kisses around the surface of his skin. Your lips move around in tight circles, landing sporadically around the rim of his belly button. "Mmm," he laughs, his shy grin hidden behind the palm of his hand, "your lips are really warm. That tickles."

It's all for shits and giggles — a new little inside joke — up until you accidentally let a bit of drool slip through your lips. "Oh, fuck! I'm sorry," you blurt out, slurping the rest of the dangling dribble back into your mouth, "I...I didn't mean to..." Grayson shivers, his laughter quickly coming to a hush as he curls up his toes and kicks his legs off from the couch. "That just slipped out." Laughing awkwardly at yourself, you look around for something you can use to wipe your spit from his belly. "Stay still, Gray, I'll clean you up. Kinda got carried away there... I'm glad Ethan wasn't here to get a picture of that shit."

Having ruined the fun with your loose lips, you wipe your face dry with the bottom of Grayson's shirt, then touch the material to his skin. Again he shivers, trembling as the cotton fabric runs against his abdomen, it seems that he just can't help himself. "Mmm, sorry," he whispers, his voice trembling as he rests his head back into the cushion behind him, "I... I guess my stomach is just feeling a bit sensitive right now. Oh... and my toes are really, really cold. I actually think you should keep doing what you're doing though, Babe... with all the kisses and stuff... it's really helping with my, um... pain."

You know where this is going — his hesitation is a clear sign that he's into it — it's too obvious to go unnoticed. It has been a while since the two of you have gotten hot and heavy, so why let a full stomach stop you now? You have to admit, you never expected to feel such an attraction to him in the state he's in, with his gut all round and tight, you kind of do... it's something you just can't help. After your much-deserved shower compliments, all the joking around, Grayson's bedroom eyes... you can't blame yourself for feeling a little bubbly inside. Grayson grabs your wrist, stopping your hand from wiping away the last bit of your drool, "Just leave it, its fine. Like I said, nobody's here, so... why don't we use this time to our advantage? We've got the whole house to ourselves..." His grip on your arms grows more firm, just enough to keep you restrained without causing any pain — it's always been his way of teasing you. Whether he's got a hold on your neck, your wrists, or your butt, his tight grip always gets you in the mood.

"Oh, Ok...," you reluctantly agree, "I guess I'll just... rub it in then." Slowly, you rub the rest of your spit into his skin with the palm of your hand — it's taut surface catching traction under your skin — and start to kiss his tummy again. "Yeah, just like that," Grayson says, encouraging of your gentle touch, "That's good." As if it has a mind of its own, your tongue slips out from your lips again, slowly cascading a stream of saliva down onto his flesh. "Woah," Grayson moans, "Th—That feels... amazing."

His hands find their way onto either side of his gut, rubbing themselves around in big circles against his supple skin, and enclosing your lips between them. Their motions force your mouth inward, closer to the center of his belly, until you're right above his navel. You can just barely smell the shallow hole, it's faint sweaty odor wafting up to your nose as you move it around between his hands — it doesn't smell as bad as you thought it would. Feeling trapped, with no way to get around them, you reluctantly dip your tongue into his navel, tasting the bitter pool of sweat that has collected inside of it.

Grayson's stomach tosses and turns inside, twisting under the wet sensation of your tongue. "Fuck," he moans, holding your head over his gut with his tight fist gripping the nape of your neck, "that feels... s—so... great. T—Tell me how it smells in there, I wanna know. H—How does my belly button smell?" His attempt at dirty talking you — if that's what it's meant to be — is a bit strange to you at first. Why would he want to know how his belly button smells? Why does it turn him on so much? Grayson's moans grow louder — into deep chesty growls — and almost instantly, you realize that none of your questions really matter; it's just what he wants to hear. His eyes roll so far back into his head that you're pretty sure he's reading his own thoughts, and his bottom lip is nearly purple from all his biting. His growls grow into booming whimpers — sexy words of deep passion — then shrink back into the soft moans they evolved from.

"Hmm," you ponder loudly, sliding your tongue out from the hole, "Like sweat... and tacos. It's really dirty, Gray. Do you want me to lick it clean?" You feel awkward as you slip your tongue back inside, swiveling it back and forth, but he loves the sensation too much for you to stop yourself any time soon... his pleasure eases away your discomfort with each passing second. "Yeah," he answers, his voice trembling, "Mmm... it smells bad? So dirty and stinky. I bet you like that. Clean it out for me, Baby." His big fist releases it's grip on your neck and slides down to your back, pulling up your shirt as you continue to salivate all over him and his gigantic food baby. Your shirt comes up over your shoulder, and before you know it, Grayson is on top of you on the floor, pushing his gut down against your face as his meal twists and turns inside him. His skin is hot and red — wet with your spit — and his stomach feels tight against your cheeks.

"Are you ready," he asks, looking down longingly into your eyes, "Mmm... are you?" You are… you think… although you don't know what for. He could do anything he wants with you trapped below him, but what are you going to say? No? Silent, you brush your lips against the curvature of his big bowling ball and nod. You hear the zipper on his pants undo itself, and then you feel yours yank down to your ankles. "Mmm, you're too big for your jeans now, huh," you tease him, watching as he looks for a place to put his throbbing cock, "That's so sexy, Big Guy."

You feel yourself getting hot with anticipation, and then it finally happens — Grayson thrusts himself deep inside of you. "Put your finger in my belly button," he moans, peering down over his stomach to — watching himself ram into you, "Do me while I do you." Completely paralyzed with pleasure from the waist down, you yank your hands free from their pinned position on the floor, and slip your finger back into his belly button. Almost instantly, your fingertip is dripping wet, completely enveloped in your slimy saliva.

Grayson's back thrusts harder and harder, until it gives out, leaving him motionless on top of you — and your finger crushed between your bodies. "Oh my god," he gasps, "I'm gonna! I'm gonna... Oh shit!" You watch in pure awe as he yanks himself out of you, spraying his thick load of spunk up onto his belly.

His body convulses on top of yours, completely emptied of its most precious fluid. You missed seeing his O-face, so much that it seemed almost foreign to you this time. His wide, gaping mouth, his eyes rolled to the very back of his skull, the thick veins popping out of his neck, they're such a nice sight for sore eyes. Amazed by the spectacle of his orgasm, you roll yourself out from under him and push him onto his back — taking a seat on his naked pelvis. You're in a lustful daze as you stare directly at the white mess on his gut. It's beautiful, looking almost as if he's spilled thick milk all over himself — even though that's not something he drinks — maybe almond milk.

"Oh yeah," Grayson groans, out of breath as he lays under you, "Come here and lick my belly button clean." Without hesitation, you hold his wrists down against his chest — taking the open opportunity to pin him down — and slide your stomach back and forth against his, covering your abdomen in his seed. "Looks like we made a mess," you tease him, lowering your head down to the underside of his gut," And it's a big one! Must've been super pent-up, huh?" The view from the other side of his stomach is beautiful. Only his chin and the tip of his nose can be seen from this side, shown over the dip where his belly button is.

Your tongue slides out of your mouth again, this time with you in control, and traces its way up what seems to be a newly-forming happy trail to his navel, then forces itself down into the hole again. Just as you anticipated, the thick warmth of his spunk feels amazing on your tongue, and acts as the perfect lubricant to fill the space between your tastebuds and his skin. "Oh, fuck," Grayson moans, his eyes big as he stares blankly at the ceiling, "Oh my god! That feels... Auugh!"

"Tasted good too," you laugh, cleaning up what's left of the mess, "Too bad it's all gone!" Grayson wriggles his hands free from yours, looking down at his red, irritated abdomen. Slowly, he dips his finger into his soaked belly button and brings it up to his nose. "Oh, yeah. That smells awful. So hot." Finishing off your task, you kiss your way down the inside of his thighs, all the way to his feet. The sour smell of sweat fills your nostrils once more as you kiss the damp spaces between his toes, enjoying the aroma. Having left your thick, white mark all over his body, you place your head back onto his stomach and rest.

There the two of you lay, one on top of the other on the floor, breathless and full. You can still smell the sweat between his toes, the tacos wafting their way out through his pores, and suddenly you can't help but to feel proud of yourself. Both your dinner and your long, sexy dessert were a huge success!

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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HELLO ODUEGRFBYEICEO; You started twst?? omg thats so cool ahah

frick so your gonna write for twst now right? wow your a blessing yes another twst content for male readers;; ack im so excited! i've been following you in wattpad before so i wanna tell you, your writing is wonderful<33

so hah i cant think of what to request.. lets start simple i guess how about Ruggie? can i request fluff and angst, where ruggie is pining for his chilhood best friend(m/n) but he just cant fcking cross the line between friends to lovers, so he just pins and pins but deny it everytime m/n seems to reciprocate his feelings(which he does). and when a potential love rival occurs ruggie is determined to confess before m/n even thinks about being in a relationship other than him.

you can remove some stuff if you want but thank you!

have a good day or evening to ya! <3

Ruggie is so cute 🥺, must protect the little hyena.

Also... How is this so cute, what?

Ruggie Bucchi x Male!Reader [Fluff]

Masterlist.

Game; Twisted Wonderland

Ruggie and (M/n) have known each other for a long time, pretty much since childhood, so they've been best friends for at least ten years.

(M/n) and his family moved to his neighborhood when he was six, and not having any kind of animalistic traits made them stand out quite a lot, and kids used to avoid (M/n) when the rumor of his parents being powerful magic users got out. But Ruggie didn't care about that.

He was the first and only one to talk to the boy, who was always by himself during school break and walked home alone, ignored by the rest of the kids.

They became friends really quickly, becoming almost inseparable.

And together, they were attending Night Raven College. Well, the problem was that (M/n) wasn't in the Savanaclaw dorm with him, so Ruggie only saw him during class and at the cafeteria... well, sometimes, since his senpai, Leona, always sent him over to bring him his lunch. It was difficult, they couldn't spend as much time together, since their dorms were kinda against other dorm students staying over for the night.

And some Savanaclaw third years have tried to fight (M/n), even if fighting is prohibited on campus, with or without magic, unless it has been officially announced.

To Ruggie was a little stressful, the judging stares of everyone from (M/n)'s dorm, his instincts told him to leave immediately, which would make him feel tense and anxious, and that made him stay less and less every time it happened.

He was sad, a little heartbroken too, not being able to see his best friend as much as he used to, not being able to spend time with the person he loves...

Yes, Ruggie is deeply in love with (M/n), but he was never able to do anything about it, the fear of rejection, and the anxiety it gave him when he thought that (M/n) might hate him too. It was too much, so he just kept quiet about it, watching how he started to get along with his classmates and dorm mates.

He was pining for the other male, reminiscing the times they spent together all those years ago as he rested his cheek on his hand, his bright blue eyes staring into the distance as he dozed off at the memories. He felt goosebumps on his body whenever a memory of (M/n)'s body pressed against his flashed through his mind.

Ruggie always denied it, to him it was obvious that (M/n) didn't have feelings for him, and yet, his hugs seemed to last longer, leaving a lingering feeling on the spots where they touch, and a flustered reaction whenever they would stare into the other's eyes for too long.

It was impossible, (M/n) never showed clear signs of liking him back -of course, whenever they were visible, Ruggie would just deny them and convince himself that he was reading into it too much-.

However, one day, Ruggie witnessed something that left him with a sour taste.

Someone, another guy, was sitting a little too close to (M/n) in class, clinging to his arm like a bitch. Damn dude was even flirting with him, completely ignoring what Crewel-sensei was teaching, therefore, distracting (M/n) too.

The (h/c) haired male seemed a little uncomfortable with how close this guy was, and he would attempt to back away every once in a while, showing an awkward smile.

This kept repeating itself, and whenever Ruggie would sit with (M/n) during class, at the cafeteria, or come and stay a little while at his dorm, he always felt a threatening stare on the back of his neck. Seeing Ruggie and (M/n) so close to each other made this mob character pissed, resulting in dragging (M/n) away from the hyena every chance he got.

Ruggie wasn't happy with that, and the week after, when he was coming back from bringing Leona his lunch, he overheard a conversation ahead of him. Mob-kun was talking to mob-two and mob-three, who seemed to be staring at mob-kun expectantly.

"Are you ever gonna confess?" Mob-2 said, and Mob-3 nodded.

Mob-kun only sighed and smiled brightly, "I'll do it today, since we're in the same dorm I'll just go to his room and ask him to be my boyfriend," both mobs started an early celebration for the new couple on campus, without noticing the twitchy ears hiding around the corner.

Ruggie felt his heart beating loud in his ears as his body felt heavy and cold with anger and anxiety. He had to do something, he couldn't risk it.

He didn't want (M/n) to date Mob-kun, not now, not ever!

Ruggie started running his way back to their classroom, since (M/n) had to stay behind for something Trein-sensei told him to do, so he was hoping he would still be there.

And he was.

Walking into the classroom with loud steps, Ruggie's breath was heavy and ragged, his mind fuzzy and cloudy, not really planning what he was gonna do, he just did it.

(M/n) looked up from the pile of books he had to bring over, and he took a few steps closer to his best friend.

"Ruggie? What-?"

"Mob-kun is gonna confess to you later today and I can't allow that! You were my crush first, I fell in love with you first, I've known you for way longer than he, and, and..." With his (e/c) eyes opened wide in shock, (M/n) was only able to stare at Ruggie as his face flushed red, his blue eyes getting teary as he moved his arms around frantically, as if trying to get his point across, which he did but not because of his exaggerated, rapid movements, "I won't let him take you away from me! You're... You're mine and I should've done something to prevent this from happening but-"

Feeling his body getting covered with goosebumps as he processed what was being said to him, (M/n) started calling out Ruggie's name over and over again to no avail, he wasn't even paying attention anymore, spilling out all the words and feelings he had been bottling up for many years now. His small body was shaking, whether it was from adrenaline, anger, or anxiety, he wasn't too sure.

"Ruggie..." Sighing as he realized his attempts at getting his attention were futile, (M/n) stepped close enough to bring him closer by his waist, his other hand cupping Ruggie's face as he leaned down to kiss him.

Wide, bright blue eyes stared at him in surprise, and the moment their kiss broke the eye contact was inevitable, a darker red blush colored Ruggie's face as he snapped back to reality, realizing what just happened and everything he said without thinking.

His first instinct was to press his face against (M/n)'s chest instead of running away. He felt safe in his arms and it had been so long since the last time they hugged.

"Are you done now? I wanted to say something too, y'know?" Gently holding Ruggie's face, (M/n) made him stare up at him, the glossy look in his beautiful blue eyes made his heart pound faster and louder. He leaned down, pressing their foreheads together, and softly whispered, "I love you, Ruggie, I've always loved you... Since that day when you talked to me and asked me if I wanted to play with you."

Ruggie blinked, baffled at the confession. Has (M/n) really been in love with him for that long? Yes, he's always loved him, unconditionally, but he was too scared to say something earlier.

"And I'm... beyond happy to know that you like me back," hugging his smaller body, (M/n) hid his face in Ruggie's neck, even if he had to bend down a little further.

Smiling wide as happy tears ran down his face, Ruggie hugged (M/n) back, tighter than he's ever hugged him before.

"I'll never stop loving you, (M/n), so... we'll be happy forever."

Extended ending

"...Who's Mob-kun, by the way?" Ruggie blinked a few times before pulling away from their hug with a small chuckle.

"No one, now," holding onto (M/n)'s hand, Ruggie started heading to the door, "Let's go to the cafeteria before lunch break is over."

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ggsyoons · 10 months

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In This Fucked Up World

| c.seungchol ♡ y.jh ♡ x.mh |

Chapter 1 - Go Forward

・❥・word count: 2.6k

“In this fucked up world, I’m the only one who became a fool.” ♡ or: Seungcheol and Jeonghan slowly fall in love with you, but you still battle with past feelings. It doesn’t help that Minghao is in your life again.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/48645199/chapters/122707831#workskin

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https://www.wattpad.com/1364494855-in-this-fucked-up-world-go-forward

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You met Choi Seungcheol first.

It was warm for a day in September and you regretted bringing an extra layer. Especially because you had to lug it around your arm all day.

Honestly, you were pretty sick and tired, so it made sense as to why you forgot it in your class.

Shit. You finally realized when you were out of school grounds and a breeze came your way.

Thankfully, you were barely out of the school, so running back wasn’t trouble at all.

Except, when you got there, it wasn’t there.

“Ah, Mr. Nam, did you see where my jacket went?” You asked your professor, out of breath.

”Your jacket? No, I can’t say. Sorry.”

You wanted to groan, but just bowed and ran out from the classroom.

The jacket had no sentimental value, nor was it expensive, it wasn’t even your favourite, so technically losing it wasn’t the end of the world, but you’d be damned if you let whatever asshole who stole it get away scot-free and with their ego inflated.

Luck graced you that day. Your jacket wasn’t stolen, it was taken with the purpose of giving it back to you.

”Hey, Y/N, right? You left your jacket in the class.”

You met the guy who had taken it in front of the entrance as he came from the other hallway.

Choi Seungcheol. Though, you didn’t know who he was at the time.

He gave it to you, you took it and smiled as you breathed a sigh of relief.

”Thank you.” You bowed your head.

Seungcheol just waved his hand, “I wanted to catch you before you left, but you had gone too early. I was going to give it back to Mr. Nam, but then I got lost,” He chuckled at himself. “Sorry I made you run around.”

”No, don’t worry, you had good intentions, so I’m thankful.”

“Was that jacket special to you?”

You raised your eyebrow, “Hm? Oh, no, not really. I just didn’t want the person who I thought stole it get away thinking they just pulled a fast one on me.”

Seungcheol chuckled again, or more made a sound of releasing air through his nose as he looked down.

”That’s funny. Well, it was nice meeting you properly.”

”Same here…” You realized you didn’t even know his name and just awkwardly trailed off.

Seungcheol smiled, “Choi Seungcheol.”

”Seungcheol,” You nodded. “Thank you again, see you tomorrow!”

The two of you parted ways.

But then you met him again, an hour later at your workplace.

When you saw him walk through the automatic doors as you were behind the counter, you flinched, so did he.

”Seungcheol?”

”Y/N?”

The two of you said it at the same time, then you realized you weren’t being professional and put on that classic customer service face.

”Is there anything you’re looking for today?”

Seungcheol didn’t reply, his smile only grew wider as you stood there, hands in front of you and confused.

”Actually… I’m here for my job.”

The embarrassment flushed your face and you turned red.

”Oh… so you’re the new employee, huh? Good to know…” You couldn’t even look him in the eye.

”Yep, Choi Seungcheol, starting now. I’m glad I’ll be working with you, Y/N.”

What is that supposed to mean? You thought, watching him leave.

He came back rather quick, wearing the uniform which was just a shirt with the shop’s name on it.

”How long have you been working here?” Seungcheol asked, leaning against the counter on the other side.

”Since I moved, which is about a month ago.”

“Wow, I bet you’re the star employee already, huh?”

”Uh, I guess? Not in the way you think, though. Our manager, Miyoung, we talk sometimes.”

”Like what?”

”Mostly clothes and music, we have similar tastes in those aspects.”

”What kind of music do you like?”

You had to think about that one, “I like… everything, really. Pop, rap, funk, rock, jazz, classical, old, new, in English, Korean - I don’t have a preference as long as it sounds good.”

Seungcheol nodded, “Personally, I like rap or hip hop. That’s why I wanted to work here, I heard they have some old CDs.”

“Did you find those old CDs?”

”Hell yeah, I did. They have stuff from, like Tupac, Notorious B.I.G - all those guys.”

“Rappers from the 90s in the States?”

”Yep, hip hop from the states really shaped me to who I am.”

Looking at Seungcheol now, it wasn’t that surprising. He had that classic look, very hip hop inspired with his slicked back mullet, baggy clothes, and chains.

”Something wrong? You’re staring pretty hard.” Seungcheol said, his elbows now on the counter and looking right at you.

You stepped back, “I was just thinking how your look is very hip hop inspired, it fits you well.” You said.

”I can’t say the same for you. I mean, I guess it doesn’t really count for you considering how you like virtually everybody.”

Before you could reply, Seungcheol stepped back, gesturing for you to do the same. Although it seemed strange, you complied.

He stared at you, up and down, then came right back.

”Even though I can’t tell what music you like based on your appearance, you look nice.”

That was unexpected, “Thank you.”

”What about me?”

”Hm?”

”You only said that my look is very hip hop inspired, what do you think about it?”

”Um… it’s good, I really like that maroon jacket you wore today, and your hair is really nice.”

“My hair?” Seungcheol ran his fingers through it. “What about it is nice?”

So many questions, You thought. Not that I mind all that much.

You pretended to think, perhaps to see his face as he was in suspense, all wide-eyed and waiting.

“I like long hair on guys, dark or light, I love it.”

”So, you love my hair?”

You sighed, “Sure, why not.”

Seungcheol smiled, then he saw the manager leave the staff room which got him straightened up immediately.

He scurried off, back to his station and stacking books - a task he should have realistically finished ten minutes ago.

I’m sure he’ll get away with it, though. Miyoung has a soft spot for any cute, new thing that works here. That’s probably why I got away with a lot at the start…

Second day of class, you feel relieved that Seungcheol is there, at least now you aren’t a complete loner.

He seems glad, too - or at least you hope he is - as he gives you a wave and smile when you pass by and starts up a conversation with you every chance he gets. You do the same, of course.

It was only a matter of time until the two of you exchanged contacts, and you decided bravely you’d be the one who asks him.

Truthfully, you were quite nervous.

What if he says no? Oh, I’d be so embarrassed. Is it too soon? What am I even thinking? I’m just asking for his contact! Not like I’m asking him out!

It was time to go home, for you at least, and you two were packing in silence as you panicked.

It wasn’t as though the world would end if you didn’t ask at this moment, but you felt as though you wouldn’t if it were any other time.

”Hey, Seungcheol?”

”Yeah?” Seungcheol lifted his head from his bag.

You pulled out your phone and pointed it at him, “Can I get your KaTalk?”

”Ah, that’s such a coincidence,” Seungcheol dug in his bag again and pulled out his phone. “I was going to ask you, too.”

You nearly died from relief, “Here, let me put in my ID. Do the same for me.”

”M’kay.”

After the IDs were exchanged, you looked at it proudly - your first contact here!

“Are you that happy?” Seungcheol asked. It wasn’t in a mocking manner, surprisingly, just genuine curiosity.

You flinched, “I mean, you’re the first contact I got here and I’m the one who asked.”

”Do you usually have a hard time asking for these things?”

”Yeah, which is why I have so few people.�� You sighed.

Then, you caught a glimpse at Seungcheol’s contacts, your eyes went wide and nearly popped out.

Seungcheol noticed this and quickly turned off his phone, you whipped your head to the side, suddenly feeling terrible.

”Sorry!”

“No, no, it’s fine. I don’t mind, really, it’s just a little embarrassing.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, “That’s a little embarrassing? How!”

Seungcheol scratched the back of his head, “I have a lot contacts, but not even a quarter of them actually matter. They’re just there.”

”If they don’t matter, then why add them?”

Seungcheol looked around, hands in his pockets, he seemed to be contemplating more than checking for people.

He gestured for you to come forward, you leaned in and he whispered into your ear.

”One night stands.”

When he was done, you just stared, honestly a bit impressed, but still appalled.

”Wow… you must have it a lot…”

For the first time, Seungcheol looked embarrassed. His face went red and he covered it with his hands, his fingers stacked with silver rings.

”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

Seungcheol just held his hand to your face, peaking out through his fingers as though they were blinds.

”No, no,” He breathed in. “It’s not your fault, I’m just a little ashamed.”

”Ashamed of what?”

”I mean, it’s not impressive, really, having sex this much.”

”As long as you’re not in a relationship as you do it and the other person wants to, it’s no problem, really.”

”You think so?”

”Yeah, it’s the twenty-first century, having sex should be the least of our concerns.” You shrugged, Seungcheol seemed to look better, so you were satisfied.

”Mr. Choi, Ms. L/N! I believe class ended a while ago! Have your conversation somewhere else!” Mr. Nam brought you both back to reality.

He stood there, arms crossed and frowning as you and Seungcheol scurried away, bowing and murmuring apologies.

When you were out, Seungcheol smirked, “So, as you were saying?”

”Ah, right,” You said, starting to walk. “So, like, how do you even go about sleeping with so many people?”

”Well, mostly at clubs at bars, unsurprisingly. Sometimes at gatherings, mixers, and parties.”

”You must go out a lot.”

”It’s how I relieve stress.”

”Makes sense, I just hope you’re being safe.”

”I’ve been to enough shady functions to know when to turn back,” Seungcheol reassured. “Thanks for the concerns, though.”

Suddenly, he jogged up ahead to stand in front of you.

Leaning against a wall, he asked, “So, enough about me, yeah? What about you?”

”What do you want to know?” You supposed it was only fair, he was this open about his sex life, so you had to be as well.

”Are you a virgin?”

”Nope. And I already know you’re not.”

”When did you lose it and who did you lose it to? I’ll answer as well.”

”On three?”

”Sure.”

”Three… two… one.”

”Sixteen, to my first boyfriend.”

”Seventeen, to my girlfriend at the time.”

You two were both equally shocked by this revelation.

”You lost it before me?”

”I lost it before you?”

Your mouth was covered by your hand, he was just there, eyes wide.

”I didn’t expect that, at all.” You said quietly, slowly removing your hand from your mouth.

”Me, too. Wow,” Seungcheol was just blinking. “How come you’re not with him anymore? Your first boyfriend, I mean.”

That question made you freeze. You clenched your fists as you stood there in silence.

Seungcheol picked up on this right away, “Shit, I’m sorry, that was insensitive of me.” He bowed rather formally, nearly ninety degrees.

You shook your head and clenched your bag straps, “It’s okay, I guess I haven’t completely let go of all feelings yet.”

”Do… you still love him?” Seungcheol asked, slow and quiet, a lengthy pause between each word as he looked up at you with caution.

It was endearing, really. You took a moment to put your back against the wall and sigh.

”No, I can’t say I do, despite what my reaction would tell you,” You said, looking up at the florescent lights. “The memories just make me sad, I guess. But I’ve moved on and so has he.”

The answer was perfect, both perfect and the truth. Though, you didn’t know if you could ever truly let go of this stinging pain in your heart.

”I guess it’s only fair I talk about my girlfriend, or who used to be my girlfriend, huh? Unless you don’t care.”

”No, I care.”

Seungcheol didn’t look to be in pain like you were, more like guilt, you supposed. That made you a little concerned.

He doesn’t look like the type to cheat. How can I know, though?

”It was just… a rough time. I don’t even think it was worth it.”

”What do you mean by that?”

Seungcheol wasn’t looking at you, “To give you the footnotes, friendships were ruined. That’s all you have to know.”

Surface level stuff, You thought. It only makes sense. We’ve only known each other for a day. Though, I am glad we got to have this heart-to-heart.

”Anyway,” Seungcheol checked his watch, it was black and silver, from a brand you didn’t know. “I’ll get going now. Class and all.”

“Yeah, see you.” You waved, he waved back.

Back turned to Seungcheol, you contemplated what to do now as you stuck your earbuds in.

Free time. Such a simple yet complex concept.

Should you go home? Or would that be a waste of this fine day? You didn’t really feel like doing much, though, nor did you have anyone to do anything with.

Convenience store then home it is.

That part of today being “fine” was quickly proven false the second you stepped out the doors.

The once blue-ish sky was now grey and pouring. Not a problem for you, though, you were always prepared. The day could be as bright as a lightbulb and you’d still pack an umbrella.

You opened it and began walking with the other students whose classes ended early.

Some had umbrellas like you, some had raincoats, some made do with their situation and used their hoodie, some just simply did not care and let mother nature take its course.

Your apartment and the convenience store were close to the school and to each other, which is why you chose it.

Sure, the other options were cheaper and some were technically “better”, but close by food and less walking? That was all you needed.

The convenience store was always bright and quiet, one of your favorite places.

You thought people truly underestimated the power of convenience stores. It sounded silly, but it was true.

Drinks? They had nearly everything from black coffee to sweet, fruit juices and carbonated drinks. Food? Instant ramen of countless varieties, packaged meets of all kinds, even cheese and rice. Dessert? Ice cream, mini cakes, bread with every filling one could imagine.

In short, you loved this place.

They even sold magazines and basic essentials such as sunscreen or hand sanitizer, even condoms.

What should I get today? You thought as you browsed the drinks, the options were so plentiful it was almost overwhelming.

You picked out a drink, fizzy orange soda in a can, a classic. As your hand reached to grab it, your phone began vibrating against your leg.

A call? You were immediately confounded. Who could possibly be calling me? I don’t think my family would need anything right now. Is it Seungcheol? But he’s in class.

The only way to know was to check.

Your hand retracted then went into your pocket, you pulled your phone out to find an unknown number.

Excitement was killed as an annoyed expression washed over your face.

It’s either spam or someone called the wrong number. Both of which are complete wastes of my time.

You shoved your phone back into your pocket and went back to your food dilemma as you moved onto the next aisle.

Salty or sweet? Hm…

Then, there was a buzz against your thigh. Undoubtedly, it was that person again - “person”, assuming it wasn’t a bot.

Not really caring, you took your sweet time in picking out everything you wanted, a good ten minutes until you were satisfied.

It was finally after everything was picked that you decided to give the message a quick glance.

When you did, you dropped everything in your arms.

The cashier, a teenage girl looked at you with bewildered eyes as the items crashed to the ground with a loud bang.

You had to look even more bewildered, however, eyes like saucers and moth agape.

”There’s no way.”

You dropped, now in a squatting position as your hand covered your mouth.

”Hey, Y/N. Long time no see, it’s me, Minghao.”

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No Turning Back|Part 2Chapter 2

Something Expectedly Unexpected

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V. Light smut in this chapter

Chapter Songs: Dark Red- Steve Lacy and Same Room-JP Same

Goddamn, the universe had a sense of humour.

Rick stared at her blankly for a second, barely being able to work through the swarm of thoughts and questions congesting his brain. His inner monologue was giving him whiplash. He was kicking himself for not taking the time to learn more about this dimension before settling himself in.

How does Beth even know her? Why is she here? Oh fuck, did she know the previous Rick who lived here- the Rick I replaced, the Rick I killed? Wow, she really is beautiful. Crap, what the fuck am I even meant to say right now? Right, fuck this, I’m not doing this, I’m not having this shit in my life. I’m not one of those Ricks who-. But fuck me, those Citadel Ricks were right; she is a knockout. Why did I have to choose one of these dimensions. Okay, act natural, she doesn’t need to know you’re a fucking idiot Rick.

Rick couldn’t help but find something special about this version of her-my version? No, not my version, Jesus Rick you just met the girl. How is it that she seemed to radiate warmth and comfort even in the few seconds he had been in her presence. He took as many moments as he could to take her in without coming across like a tongue-tied fool. She wore a long skirt which rested just below her knees, and a simple black top cropping at her ribs. She wore golden jewellery on her fingers and long layered necklaces. She was truly a ray of sunshine. Shit, she was goddamn angelic.

Beth managed to break into his thoughts, clearly not noting the absurd battle raging just inside his head.

“Daaaad, this is my best friend, she lives over the road but we met in College.” She cheerily gestured to her friend before frowning at Rick’s blank expression. “Oh yeah! Right, of course you wouldn’t know.” She feigned lightheartedness but he registered the frustration behind her cheery tone. “Dad, after I had Morty... Jerry was a stay-at-home dad for a while. I went to the local College to become a Veterinary Surgeon. You know my job, horsesurgeon…” She explained, becoming increasingly bad at hiding her frustration with her dad’s blank stare. “Well, anyway, we met in the library-” Beth gave her a meaningful smile and her friend let out a soft chuckle, “-and we just hit it off! I hadn’t even known her grandma lived on this street, just over the road! She moved in to her house a few years ago when she left it to her and she's been a big part of this family ever since! Well, she is family.” She finished giving her friend the brightest of smiles.

She got up from the sofa now, pulling down the skirt as it hitched up on her thighs before extending a hand towards Rick offering him her name. “Beth gave me call a couple of months ago to let me know you had moved in! Sorry I hadn’t been able to introduce myself sooner, I was away for work…but you’ll probably be seeing a lot of me now that I’m back. I can't wait to get to know Beth's dad. Hope that’s not a problem!” She finished with a soft laugh that tickled all of Rick’s senses.

He observed her face and noticed her septum and nose piercings... Holy shit, seriously. It was like she was trying to be as attractive as possible. Rick snapped out of his reverie again and finally managed to unfreeze himself putting on his usual disinterested face. He reached into his lab-coat for his flask, looked at her extended hand once pointedly, before ignoring it and taking a sip. He finally steeled himself, preparing to talk and keep his voice level although his senses were extremely heightened to the point where he felt jittery.

“R-right…” he spoke, forcing impatience to paint his tone as he maintained boorish eye contact with her.

She dropped her hand back down and Rick noted some confusion, and perhaps even some disappointment in her eyes. He felt like an asshole and began regretting his crassness. But this sense of vulnerability he was feeling was not something he was comfortable with, he wasn't sure how best to proceed.

She sat back down, took a deep breath, and rubbed her hands up and down her thighs briefly to sooth herself. Rick’s gaze dropped to her thighs as she soothed herself and back up slightly to rest on her chest as she leant over to reach for a cup of tea sat on the coffee table. He managed to shift his gaze to her face before she noticed. She smiled awkwardly at Rick again, before glancing at Beth.

He looked away quickly and snapped his eyes to Beth. “S-sweetie, I-I gotta go the garage, I l-l-left an alien egg in the incubator and it could hatch a-any minute.” He turned away before she could respond and made his way back to the garage.

“O-okay, Dad! Are you gonna be around later? I’ll be cooking dinner for us all!” Beth called out as he walked away.

He just managed to get out a brief “Mmmhmm.” Before sealing himself in the garage and leaning against the door. Fuck.

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Before Rick knew it, he was on his knees fumbling through box after box until his fingers finally wrapped around them. He pulled the goggles out and began frantically turning the dial to the Rick from Earth Dimension B-814, the Rick whose life he had before. He had finally clicked that the first Rick he had observed and the random girl sitting with his family wasn't a random dismissible person at all, but rather one of the few versions of her. After all this time avoiding snooping into his alternate lives, it was clearly time to get some answers, to see if she was somehow significant in some way and if he could figure a way to avoid it. Avoid her.

I can do anything. I'm fucking Rick Sanchez, smartest man in the universe. I choose my own life, I'm fucking god.

But why did she have to be so captivating. In the few short moments he had interacted with her, she made him want to know her. He wrote it off as just sexual attraction and nothing more. Of course I’m attracted to her, I’m a human male, I have eyes and a brain. She's attractive, sure. She’s smiley and approachable too, the total opposite of me. Of course that peaked my attraction to her. Nothing special, nothing important. Not significant.

He told himself B-814 probably never even pursued anything with her, she was just there all those years ago because of Beth.

Once he put the goggles on, he saw the one thing he hoped he wouldn’t.

B-814 was lying in bed on his side, with his arm draped over a woman lying with her back to him. Rick leant forward and kissed a spot behind her ear. His effect was immediate, she giggled and rolled over to look into his eyes, smiling softly.

“I still can’t believe you actually moved in-”. She shifted forward to kiss him, and she placed her hand on his face. She gently pushed his hair out of his eyes as she continued. “After all the obstacles and reservations. All these years…”. She looked into his eyes with such adoration.

B-814 broke into a teasing smile, “Baby girl…y-you don’t need to remind me how old I am. All these years… I don’t know why you even feel this way f-for an old ass man. Shit, d-do you even know how old I am? Babe-i have to tell you something. I’m not the smartest man in the universe, I-I’m the oldest.” She laughed hard at his teasing and shoved him playfully. “Okay, o-okay, I’ll stop.” He urged as he frantically pulled her back into bed because she was rolling her eyes and getting up. He settled his hand on her waist pulling her in and continued in a more serious tone. “L-look, I- I-I know I’ve been stubborn, I just never thought in a million years that Beth would end up being so excepting of us! I know I had some shit to figure out in my own head too. Y-you know I don’t, or didn’t, really resign to relationship stuff or love. I mean love is just familiarity over time, or at least I thought it was. Ugh, shit, I’m so fucking lucky to have such-such incredible women in my life.” He shifted the hand on his waist to grasp her hip. She had a playful look in her eyes as her cheeks flushed slightly pink. She then opened her mouth to begin another round of teasing, but Rick swiftly cut her off her incoming remark with a kiss. She hummed happily into his mouth as he shifted his on top of her, his hands caressing every inch of her.

Rick C-149 was stunned. What were the chances he came across that interaction? This couldn’t be a common outcome. He was even talking about love? Living with each other. Rick had maybe expected a small fling but nothing that, deep.

He began adapting the goggles. He had to get into these Rick’s heads, he needed to know what they were really thinking. After some rushed tinkering, he managed to make the goggles fully immersive. He would now experience the alternate Rick’s emotions and sensations. He would be able to be in their minds as if it was his own.

He swiftly used one of his now shaking hands to move the dial to another dimension, twisting and twisting until he saw her again. This time he landed on Earth Dimension S-223.

Rick was back in his garage in the midst of an argument.

“We should have never rekindled whatever the fuck this is.” she spat. “We should’ve never pursued this all those years ago, I mean, I’m your daughter’s best friend! Why do you keep constantly leaving and coming back again? Every time you do you reopen these old wounds. It’s been years of this on and off bullshit Rick. I’m dating Sam now. I’m settled, I’m happy.” She glowered into S-223’s eyes, waiting for a response.

Rick said nothing, somehow lost for words. He turned his back to her and started to fiddle with some metal scrap on his workbench, trying to appear busy. She sighed heavily and Rick sensed her moving toward him. She rested her hand on his lower back, and his whole body tensed.

“Rick…I was taken with you from the moment we met. Remember? You crashed into Gran’s house with that stupid spaceship of yours. God I remember Beth running across the road, a thousand apologies flying out of her mouth-" She paused to laugh at the fond memory. "-That was the first time Beth and I met too and we grew close quickly.” She sighed again, a sad nostalgia lingering in the air. “Rick, I think I always felt something for you. I mean- I was always making up some kind of excuse to come round, even when I hadn’t made plans with Beth. I’d linger in the same room as you, and visit Gran more and more often to do gardening in her front yard when your garage door was open. I remember even offering to help with your experiments.” Even with everything that had passed between them both, she still blushed at her confession. “Then once Grandma passed and I moved into her place...I think things…shifted. I mean fuck. Your presence in any room made my head spin. It still does.”

Rick B-814 was fighting hard not to react as she pulled his heart strings, warmth spreading across his chest. He remembered her enthusiasm to help out, her slightly too long glances at him. Her hours in her Grans front garden, planting flowers, weeding and trimming the hedges. She had this uncanny knack of knowing when he would be home, conveniently planning her visits to her Grandmother accordingly. She thought she was subtle, but he picked up on it easily. How could anything she did be subtle when he noticed her every little thing. He couldn’t help but spend more time in the house when she was over, or opening the garage when he saw her car pull up to her Grandma’s house. He had been just as taken with her the moment he dropped out of his ship onto that front yard. The memory of it gave him a mix of shame and but deep fondness for her. He felt so wrong feeling that way, it was wrong lusting after her, especially when she had become so close to his daughter.

C-149 felt floored being pulled into B-814’s memories, experiencing the surges of fondness and doubt and nostalgia.

“We risked your relationship with Beth the moment we kissed.” she sighed.

Guilt began to flood his brain at the mention of Beth. He turned around slowly and held her hands, not daring to look into her eyes.

She squeezed his hands, her voice suddenly filled with urgency. “She doesn’t even know about us! Whenever you leave for a year or two at a time and come back, she always thinks it's something she’s done! Because she's not good enough for you, not because you can't handle being around me. Our-whatever this is. This back and forth is getting too exhausting. Why can't you just stay here this time, for real? If-if we can’t be together then, fine. But I know these feelings can eventually pass, I know we will get used to being around each other but not touching, eventually we won’t even want each other anymore. We just need to give it time, a true chance to settle.”

Rick began shaking his head knowing his feelings would never fade but knowing he could never be with her; he couldn’t let himself admit to wanting all of her. She didn't deserve to be mixed up in his life more than she was already. A true relationship with him would ruin her more than he already had. She deserved a true partnership, a joyful life. The chance to make her own home, her own family. He could never be enough for her and settling down would never be enough for him.

She watched his head shake and grew in frustration. “Or-or just leave then and this time stay gone! Don’t come waltzing back in a year’s time to start the same infuriating cycle. This limbo you’ve thrown us in is poisoning everything. Sam he- Sam is a good guy, I want him to move in, I-I want to - I need to start my own life with him. But every time you come back, I lose myself in you again.” She let out a rattling breath, trying, but failing to fight tears back.

“Baby…d-don’t talk like that.” He reached a hand up and brushed her tears away which had finally broken free. “I didn’t-we can’t- I-I can’t help feeling w-what - wanting you, I-I just can’t-I can’t be- we can’t be -us.” He struggled to explain himself and instead pulled her into a tight hug as she sobbed into his chest.

She pulled away to look into his eyes, “What, what even is this? How do you even feel Rick, do you want me, want us or do you just like possessing me? My body? I mean is this all some twisted game for you? If it is really just about us screwing, I don’t get why you feel the need to leave. I mean surely you can get over yourself and stay? But if you want us, like truly want us, then tell me and we will figure it out. We can tell Beth. I'll break up with Sam because it is not fair on him, I can’t do this to him any longer.”

He looked away again becoming agitated at her new line of questioning. “I-I don’t know? W-why would you e-even ask that?” He asked incredulously. “I-I just like being around you, I - we make - I make you - I like touching you. You feel r-right. D-don’t try and make it something-something-It’s not-or maybe it is? Christ-it's not that I don’t feel- don’t feel-”. Rick reluctantly looked into her eyes again, they could’ve burnt a hole right through him.

He could see her mind whirring as she tried to figure out what was going on behind his eyes. She usually saw right through him, and this time was no different. Fed up she started pulling away, but he held her tighter. “You-you can’t even admit it to yourself! You can’t even say it-”. A torrent of accusations began to flow, but he cut it off, pulling her into a desperate kiss. After a moment of resistance, she returned it with the same frantic energy. They clung to each other like they were each other’s life raft, the other one’s kiss lifesaving sustenance.

“I can’t...”, she gasped between kisses. “Sam he-”. Rick kissed along her jawline, hands digging into her waist and travelling lower. “He doesn’t deserve this-”.

She jerked her head back and grabbed Rick's face so he would look into her eyes.“Rick. You're destroying me.”

His eyes filled with hesitation but before he could second guess himself, she pulled him in for another urgent kiss.

They gave into their need melting into each other’s arms. She wrenched off his lab-coat, as he lifted her onto his workbench. The pair almost fit together like two parts of a whole.

Filled with desperation and yearning he pushed into her again and again until she came apart in his arms.

I got some inspo from Bridgeton Season 2 for one of the lines in S-223’s section. It hurt 🫥

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How You Met The Slashers Part 1

Warnings: Mentions of canon typical violence, Billy and Stu kind of being creeps, gender neutral reader (when I initially wrote this I wrote it using she/her pronouns but recently I went through and removed them, if I missed one let me know)

Author's Note: Hi, it's Morgan from the future. I initially wrote these years ago (when I was in middle school) so I'm sorry that these are so short and so cringe worthy. I’m in college now and looking back on these embarrasses me a little but I want to move all my horror stuff on my Tumblr so I’m starting from the beginning of my horror book on Wattpad.

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy is a stalker, to say the least. In this case he stalked you for weeks in your dream, tormenting you with horrendous nightmares. It took you a while to realize that these dreams were all too realistic and so was him.

Once Freddy realized you were catching on he began to lay off, occasionally scaring you for the fun of it but he soon explained who he was and became flirtatious with you afterwards. Some nights you'd pull him out of your dream and into the real world, something you had learned of when you took his hat out of a dream.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked after you pulled him out of your dream, laying down beside you.

"When was the last time you actually slept on a bed?" you asked.

"A long fucking time," Freddy said, kicking off his shoes and making himself comfortable.

The closer the two of you became the more your dreams changed. Once nightmares, now endless nights of fun.

Jason Voorhees:

Camp Crystal Lake was not your idea of fun. But your "friends" thought otherwise, dragging you to the lake to enjoy the summer. After days of getting left behind by your friends and being the only one actively not enjoying yourself, you decided to take sometime to yourself and go hiking through the woods.

A couple of hours passed by and you found yourself stumbling along the path of a towering man wearing a hockey mask. He was dragging the body of one of your deadbeat “friends”.

Instead of screaming or running, you laughed uncomfortably at the sight of the dead body.

"Wow, that's...that's interesting," you said, laughing as the man stared at you.

He looked as if he was contemplating on killing you just as he had done to your friend. Instead of doing anything to you he continued to walk to god knows where, dragging the lifeless body by the hair. You followed after him, walking behind him and the dead body.

"So....is this a hobby?" you asked.

The man, who you came to know as Jason, was taken aback by this so much to the point to where it confused him, and made him instantly forget about killing you as he should have. Instead, he let you follow him like a curious puppy.

Michael Myers:

It was Halloween night and you were attending a Halloween party. You were a claustrophobic type of person and had to go outside for fresh air. As you stood there, you glanced across the street noticing a man standing there. He wore a white mask and a dark jumpsuit. You stared at him before he turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Out of blatant curiosity, you began to walk across the street after the man, completely ignoring a car speeding towards you. You suddenly felt strong arms grasp a hold of you and pull you towards the sidewalk, causing you to fall in the grass.

It was the masked man from before.

He stared down at you. You noticed he was holding something that shined in the moonlit, tapping it impatiently on his leg.

It was a knife.

"T-thank you for pulling me out of the way," you said.

He nodded his head before walking away towards the roaring party. Something told you it wasn't going to be the last time you would see him.

Ghostface (Billy and Stu):

You were the new person at school. You had moved in the middle of the school year.

One day as you sat in class you felt the hair on your neck and arms stand. A bad case of goosebumps washed over your skin, causing you to shiver. It felt as if someone was staring at you.

You turned around a little in your seat and noticed two guys staring at you, as expected.

They didn't seem like stereotypical popular guys. In fact, they were kind of seated further away from everyone as if they intentionally pushed their seats further away.

The bell rang and you rushed out of class, trying to get away from them. Something about them gave you the creeps.

Before you could make it to class you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning you around.

"Hey, I'm Billy. I couldn't help but notice that you looked uncomfortable in our last class. Hope we didn't cause that."

You let out a nervous chuckle.

"Um, you kind of did. Don't take it personally though. I'm just...nervous," you explained, giving him a half truth.

"Well, we'd love to show you around town after school of you'd like," Billy said.

"Don't worry, we won't try anything," the other guy said.

"Stu, you're not helping," Billy said.

"Uh, sure. Yeah. I'd love that," I said.

The two guys smiled.

"Cool, see you at 3," Billy said.

Chucky:

You had just purchased a doll for your little sister. She insisted that she wanted it but you couldn't wrap your head around why. You played with dolls when you were little but you never had one this creepy.

"Are you sure you want this?" you asked her, taking it out of the box for her once the two of you got home.

"Yep." she said, bouncing on her feet as you handed the doll to her.

It had a round face with unrealistic freckles dotted on the cheeks. It had bright orange hair and glossy blue eyes. Something about that doll was off. You looked down at the bright yellow box it had came in.

"I could've got you a Barbie, ya'know?" you said.

Your sister ignored you and walked off with doll, going to play with it in the living room.

Once night came you tucked your sister in bed and headed to the living room. Her toys were scattered about the room, including the doll she had gotten before. You picked it up and stared at it.

"You're not that bad," you mumbled to yourself.

"You're not too bad yourself," the doll said.

You let out a gasp and automatically threw it across the room in fear.

"Ow, you bitch. I bet you wouldn't have done that to Barbie," he said.

"Barbie doesn't talk," you said, taking a few steps back.

"Well, I'm Chucky and in my personal opinion I'm a lot better company than that blonde bimbo," he laughed.

You nodded your head and sat down in shock and to your surprise the doll, Chucky, sat down beside you.

"What are you?" you asked. And that question opened you up to a world you had never known before.

Carrie White:

The sound of sobs filled the room as you grabbed your bag from the locker room. You looked around in confusion and followed the sound of the crying.

"Hello?" you asked, calling out.

The crying ceased. You made your way around the corner and saw a girl sitting there, still in her towel from showering. She was hunched over, knees up to her chest.

"Are you okay?" you asked her.

She turned away from you. You sat down on the bench beside her.

"What's wrong?" you asked her.

"They made fun of me," she whispered.

"Who?" you asked.

"The other girls," she said quietly.

So that was the commotion you had heard earlier.

"I'm sorry," you said as you put a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm (Y/N)," you stated.

"I'm Carrie," she said.

"Do you want to walk to class together?" you asked, hoping the offer would comfort her.

She nodded.

"I need to get dressed first," she said.

You nodded and turned away, giving her privacy.

After Carrie got dressed, you stood up and gathered your belongings.

"So Carrie, do you want to hang out after school?" you asked.

"My momma doesn't like me hanging out with anyone after class. She says it leads to impure thoughts," Carrie explained.

"Well, I guess your going to have some impure thoughts because I'm not taking 'No' as an answer," you said, sticking your hand out.

Carrie took it and smiled and the two of you walked to class together.

Hannibal Lecter:

You tapped your pencil on your desk. You worked at a mental hospital and it was not the most exciting job in the world. Grabbing a file on your desk, you examined the details about a new patient.

Hannibal Lecter.

"Cannibal?" you mumbled to yourself, as you read a list of warnings about him.

You heard your door open.

"Your patient is here," an officer said, peaking his head in.

"Send him in," you stated.

Hannibal Lecter was ushered into the room by the officer, sitting down in front of the desk.

"Would you like me to stay?" the officer asked.

You took another glance at the file and then at Hannibal, who stated blankly back.

"No, I'll be fine," you said.

The officer nodded and left.

"Hannibal, nice to meet you. How are you today?" you asked.

He glanced at your name plaque on your desk.

"I'm well, Dr. (L/N). And you?" he asked.

"I'm fine," you said.

"I must say you have an undeniable sense of confidence. Most wouldn't want to be in a room with me even if it's filled with people," he said.

"It's my job, Hannibal. You know what? I think we're going to get along just fine," you said.

He smiled.

"I think so too, doctor."

Leatherface (originally written for Thomas Hewitt but can be interchanged with Bubba Sawyer):

The sun beamed down on your back as you leaned over the front of your truck, examining the engine. Steam rose off of it.

You were stranded on the side of the road somewhere in Texas. You took out your phone to call for help but there was no signal.

"Shit," you mumbled to yourself.

You leaned on the side of the vehicle, looking down the road. There seemed to be no one near. You turned your head the other way and saw a towering figure walking towards you down the road.

"Hey!" you called out, trying the flag the man towards you.

He didn't seem to acknowledge you and continued to walk in a straight line.

"Need some help?" you heard a southern voice say.

You turned your head to see a man getting out of a truck. You hadn't even noticed him pull up behind your broken down truck.

"Yes," you answered.

The man looked at the one walking down the road.

"Thomas! Get your ass in my truck," he said.

The man you had seen before, who you now know as Thomas, walked over. He wore a brown mask that covered most of his face.

"That's my nephew," the man said, "I'm Hoyt."

"We can give you a ride to our house, there's a phone there," he said.

You nodded and got in the truck, sitting in the middle of the two men. You averted your eyes from Thomas trying to not stare at him, completely ignoring the fact that he stared at you The entire ride to their house.

Pinhead:

"What's this?" you asked the thrift shop store clerk, as you held up a metal cube. It was engraved with gold and black designs.

"A puzzle box, I think. Like a fancy rubix cube," she said.

"How much?" you asked.

You were intrigued by the box. You had played with rubix cubes countless times. This cube couldn't have been much different.

"Five bucks," the clerk said.

You exchanged the money for the puzzle box and left the store, heading home. As night fell, you laid in bed, struggling to fall asleep. The box sat on your nightstand, glistening in the moonlight.

You sat up and turned on the lamp by your bed, picking up the box in the process. You turned the pieces of the box, pushing up different levels of it.

As you done so, your room began to shake and there was a bright light in the middle of the room, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. You opened your eyes once the light disappeared. In front you stood a pale figure.

You examined his face in shock. It had sharp pins lined neatly on his skin, poking out.

"You called?" his voice beamed.

"Called?" you asked in confusion, scanning the leather clad man.

"You opened the box. You summoned me," he said.

"Summoned you? I didn't mean to," you explained.

"But you did. I can sense it in you. You're longing for something....someone," he said. You were silent, not sure on how to answer.

"Although you didn't mean to summon me, would you like for me to stay?" he asked.

You contemplated the possible outcomes, ignoring the ones that ended in death, and then nodded your head. For the rest of the night the two of you sat on your bed as he explained who exactly he was. You couldn't help but find yourself slightly attracted to the demon, despite the pins sticking out of his face.

Ash Williams:

Ash had known you for years. However, throughout the years you had purposely ignored his existence.

You couldn't stand him.

You couldn't stand his cockiness or how often he tried to flirt with you.

You couldn't stand the fact that he had gotten a job at S-Mart, the one place you were kind of enjoying working at.

"Hey, hot stuff," he cooed as you stepped behind the counter of the outdoors department, which was his favorite due to the large assortment of shotguns.

"Don't call me that, Ash," you stated as you restocked the ammunition display on the counter.

"Honey?" he asked.

"No, Ash," you said, annoyed.

You turned away from him but you knew that he was staring down your neck.

"Sweetie?" he asked.

Your face flushed red and you turned around.

"Do you really think it's in your best interest to mess with me while we are working around fire arms?" you asked.

"You wouldn't shoot me," he said, leaning on the counter.

"Oh, really? How would you know?" you asked.

He smiled and walked closer to you.

"Because you like me," he said, looking at you.

"You wish," you said, turning away from him.

"If you don't like me then I guess you won't show up at my house tonight to watch a movie?" Ash asked.

"Nope. I won't be there," you said, smirking.

He might have not been able to see your smile but he knew deep down that you would in fact show up.

Author's Note: Hi, future Morgan again. Ever reread your old stuff and realize how boring it was? That's what I'm experiencing at the moment.

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