#I’m a LITTLE buzzed ngl

[catiuskaa]

missed me, missed me, now you gotta...

SUMMARY: minho wasn’t grumpy, nor he was jealous. but he hasn’t been the same ever since he fell in love with you.

REQUESTED! by a sweet annonie right here. pookie, your idea was lovely to write! lil grumpy minho, im melting… it’s a bit short, but I hope you like it! <3

CW: use of (crack) text messages to convey the plot, starring: han quokka as cupid + reader’s bsf, clingy minho as king of my heart, and ngl, type 1 diabetes fluff ahead. keep insulin shots close just in case! lol

WC: 1.1k

A/N: i love how i’m slowly turning into a minho blog/page lmaoo, only minho: the man, the myth, the legend!

[🪻☆🌫️☆🪻]

The same ringtone buzzed again during rehearsals. Its ding had sounded so many times already that it had started to get repetitive really quickly.

Minho frowned as he looked in the mirror, retouching his rolled sleeves just once more for what he secretly knew it had been more than twenty times. In the span of ten minutes. Maybe even less.

But Minho wasn’t ‘grumpy’.

He so wasn’t.

His day had been normal so far. He had no reason to be grumpy. Not one what-so-ever.

He had woken up in between your arms, and even if he had ‘complained’ about it, he loved being the little spoon. And also, his cats jumped on the bed and, just for once, none of them landed on his face.

There had been just one thing.

…

Well. Technically more than one.

You had rushed outside this morning. You claimed you didn’t have time to have breakfast with him, because you were late for something he didn’t really get. Because of that, you hadn’t come over to the JYP building with him. He had to drive over alone. And you hadn’t pecked him goodbye at the entrance like always.

But he. Wasn’t. Grumpy.

Not. At. All.

> sunggie: girl, did you hide his cats or smth?

< minho’s owner: lol, wdym dude?

> sunggie: he looks like he’s going to kill me.

> sunggie: And he loves me! Wtf??

“Jisung-ah.”

Han shrieked in his place in the sofa, his phone almost falling off his hands. He quickly turned it off, hoping that the grumpy dancer hadn’t seen the old or new messages.

“Who were you texting?” Minho frowned, deeper this time.

“Oh.” Jisung chuckled. “Just checking in on noona.”

“My girlfriend?” The way Minho enunciated the title felt a bit possesive. Jisung eyed at him weirdly for a second. Even he felt weird himself.

Jisung nodded sheepishly, turning his phone back on but quickly opening a random app.

“Yeah. I owed her a call back.” He shrugged, nonchalantly accepting that he had opened Subway Surfers, and started to play.

As the catchy music came from Han’s phone, Minho shook his head.

Not grumpy.

Not at all.

But the thought that you had been texting Han and didn’t text him —instead of him— did funny things in his chest.

Now, keep in mind that Minho would never describe himself as a jealous man.

He trusted you with his cats, of course he trusted you regarding your relationship. But he had barely got a hold of you all day. And Han had. By call and text. Like he was doing now.

Not grumpy.

Sure.

< minho’s owner: you dead yet?

Jisung groaned.

> sunggie: no! you made me lose my score!

> sunggie: and I don’t have any keys! ㅠㅠ

< minho’s owner: sucks to suck, lol

< minho’s owner: but what’s wrong with my future husband? did you do something?

> sunggie: he’s moody since he came in this morning.

> sunggie: you weren’t here tho. smth wrong between ya?

< minho’s owner: no…? just had to run to work early…

And then, something in Jisung’s paboracha brain connected. Probably because of how he had named your contact in his phone.

> sunggie: omg

< minho’s owner: what?

> sunggie: that corny dumbass

> sunggie: he’s so stupid

< minho’s owner: bitch what is it???

> sunggie: he’s moody bc u didn’t come in with him today!

You hesitated. Could that be it?

< minho’s owner: really? u think so?

> sunggie: bitch I know so!

> sunggie: imma go get boba for the boys, get your ass here and come w/ me

Jisung’s brain started to work at cupid’s speed.

< minho’s owner: omw. be there in 5’

“Guys, I’m gonna go get boba. Do any of you want something?”

The rest of the gang blabbered something while some kept going over the steps of the choreography and the others rested on the couch, doozing off or on their phones. Han quickly noted down everyone’s orders, not before being squinted down by Minho. He held back a shiver.

“Clingy prick…” Jisung mumbled, leaving quickly.

He walked out of the JYP building, waiving and half bowing to the staff members and other artists in the building.

< minho’s owner: just parked! ^^

Jisung entered the boba place next to the building, smiling at the cashier as he read down the orders on his note app, and stood aside, waiting for the drinks.

“Hey!” You smiled widely at him, taking off your scarf, merely leaving it hanging on your shoulders. He clapped your hand, playfully slapping your back.

“Working hard?” Jisung snickered, pointing at the bag on your other hand.

You side-eyed at him, giggling softly.

“Took some snacks before heading off.” You shrugged. “We can sneak these in, right?”

Jisung scratched the back of his neck. “We’ll… come up with something.”

You both struggled carrying the drinks, teasing each other and betting who’d make a mess first. But all giggles came to an end when the security guard stared at you.

“Name and business?” He asked in a low huff.

Your body stiffened.

“She’s my sister,” Han chimed back. You were in fact far from being his sister, but that didn’t matter when the guard seemed to nod. “She’s just helping me carry the drinks inside.”

“And the bag? What’s inside?”

You cleared your throat, smiling. “Clothes for him to change once he finishes training.” You lied.

Thank God for his imagination. And for his stupid idea of shoving your scarf and his hoodie into the bag of snacks.

“Ok. You may come in.” The guard smiled politely.

Only after the both of you had gotten into the elevator you allowed yourselves to let out a sight full of relief. You two then smirked, high-fiving.

“Thank you, bro.” You teased in a snicker.

He cackled. “You’re welcome, sis.”

You both laughed and joked until you reached the training room.

“The person you dream of is back!” Han cackled.

“Noona!” Felix grinned happily.

“Yeah, that’s me!” You cackled at Jisung’s faked frown.

You smiled and greeted everyone as you entered, leaving a certain bunny boy for last.

You sat next to him on the couch, and without missing a beat, he took your legs and layed them on his lap.

You took a sip of his drink, and he stared at you, almost with a squint.

“You’ve made me jealous of fucking Han Jisung.” He stated matter-o-factly, making you practically choke on the tapioka pearls.

You coughed. “What?”

“You texted him all evening. And me? Not even a good luck kiss this morning.”

“Aw, are you grumpy, kitten?” You grinned teasingly, speaking only towards him in a soft tone to his ear. You pecked his cheek.

He needed more of those.

Grumpy, huh?

“Yes. Very.” He mumbled, hiding his blushed and pleased grin in the crook of your neck. “Need more kisses.”

“Well, you know how it goes.” You mumbled in a snicker. He hummed at you, waiting for you to explain.

You kissed his forehead softly, his hands stroking your thighs.

“Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.”

~Kats, who can write this in one sit, but can’t figure out how chemistry works (yes have exams, why did I choose this for myself, help)

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[favroitecrime]

i’m gonna be real honest with you guys sometimes i see people form theories on here about shows/movies and little predictions and where the plot is going and a lot of times they’re right or half right and in my mind i’m thinking. wow you are so smart and i feel so fucking stupid.

#tag: i speakth #like sometimes i watch a show and idk my brain gets lazy like i see how the plot works and can make assumptions as i continue to watch but #idk idk i think it’s me kind of being insecure a bit about how i interpret the media i enjoy and like sometimes i wish i could do that #genuinely enjoy the media and be able to be so happy and tuned in i can make theories like that too #tho ngl a lot of these people do end up being pretty bitter about the shows so maybe i’m better off #maybe it’s part of me that’s scared it’ll throw me back a little deeper into ‘fandom space’ and idk that was kind of miserable for me #i didn’t enjoy ship wars or arguing about characters or just all the buzz that came with it #and i don’t think i’m ready yet to be able to carry a conversation about some shows without getting a bit upset? if that makes sense? #at this point i’m rambling but yeah just some food for thought #then again it’s 3:30 in the morning so who knows

[educatedsimps]

— 11:06pm

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iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

a/n: college au! this is honestly just a little blurb i thought of during the day cuz i just can’t stop thinking of iwa these days smh

wc: 643

you sighed, laying your pen down on the table. you were officially done with your weekend assignments and a glance at the digital clock on your boyfriend’s desk told you it was already 11:06pm on a sunday.

iwaizumi sat cross-legged on his bed with his back against the wall, as he played games on his phone. he had already finished his assignments in the afternoon but being the master procrastinator you were, you left it till the last minute (a/n: like me ngl).

you crawled onto the bed and started to wiggle your way into his lap, finally sitting comfortably between his legs. your head was tucked under his chin and your arms hugged his torso.

“you done with your work?” he asked, half distracted by his game.

“mhmm…” you yawned.

the room was quiet except for the sound of the ceiling fan above you, and the sound of gunfire from iwaizumi’s phone. you shifted slightly so your head was against his chest, and you could hear his steady heartbeat.

“i’m sorry babe, i can’t really stop this game right now, oikawa would kill me if i just left him and mattsun halfway through. we’re about to win, though, so just gimme a moment, alright?” he explained.

you looked up and saw that he was in deep concentration. his brows were slightly pinched and his lips were pursed as his eyes darted across the screen. he was mumbling something like “that damn jerk just won’t die”. his fingers hit the screen repeatedly and you giggled at how engrossed your boyfriend was in the game.

the tiniest dimple in his left cheek started to show as he stuck his tongue out in concentration.

so damn cute.

you didn’t mind that he was playing a game with his friends from high school. they hadn’t seen each other since college started, and it was hard to find a time and place for them to meet up. honestly, you didn’t really care what he was doing as long as you got to cuddle with him.

“yes! we got it,” he hissed.

you giggled as he put his phone down on his bedside table and turned back to you. he bent down to kiss you on the lips before reaching over to turn the lights off.

his phone lit up, buzzing with an incoming call just as you two laid on the bed. iwaizumi grunted and reached over to pick it up. you yawned again and closed your eyes.

“iwa-chan~~ where did you go? we’re about to play another game,” you heard the whiny voice of your boyfriend’s best friend on the phone. you peeked at him to see his reaction.

iwaizumi tsked and replied, “go screw yourselves.. i’m with y/n and i gotta sleep, shitty-kawa. i’ll play with you guys next time, okay?”

“ooooh is iwa-chan with his-,” oikawa’s words got cut off as iwaizumi ended the call with a roll of his olive eyes, sighing in annoyance. even after dating for nearly two years, his friends still teased him about being able to “pull” someone as amazing as you.

you often heard quips like “how much did you pay them to be with you?” or “are you sure they can see clearly?” though you were pretty damn sure you could see clearly, because anyone could see that iwaizumi was one hell of a snacc (a/n: ok lyssa chill).

he flopped back into bed next to you and pulled you closer to him, burying his head into your neck and mumbling something about oikawa being stupid and having a class at 8am the next day. you chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair, planting a chaste kiss on his head.

“g’night, babe. i lohvfe youh,” he said from his place next to you, his words muffled.

“i love u more, haji.”

“ ‘mpothsible.”

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[marasmadness]

Can you write BDSM dark!Jennifer Jareau x Reader who is a college student and they meet like randomly. Reader has a heart of gold and can’t see jjs dark side. And JJ js like obsessed with her.

“When you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?” || Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

CW: slight age gap (college sophomore reader x TA JJ), obsession, stalker behavior, smoking and drinking, possessive behavior, smoking & drinking, jealousy, smut, hair pulling, begging, degradation, she’s kind of mean ngl, ahem anyways …

"If anyone would like extra review for the final exam, JJ will be available during office hours this week to offer any assistance you might need,” your forensics teacher announced to the room, pointing to the graduate student acting as his TA for the semester. You had gotten to know her a bit and frequently spent office hours with her that started out as going over work but often drifted into gossip or other unrelated discussions. She typically wore her long blonde hair in a loose braid that fell down her back. You admired her intelligence greatly. Her ability to analyze communication and media publications, part of her specialty, was enticing to watch.

Many of the students in the class were already filtering their way out of the lecture hall, ready to crash after their last class of the day. You lingered for a moment so you could scribble down the times you could go find JJ later before eventually running out. J.J. caught your eye as you approached the door. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her lips drew up into a smile, and she curled her fingers with a wave in your direction. You waved back quickly, watching her cross her arms over her chest as you left.

On your way back to the dorms, you flipped your hand over to see the times scrawled in pen on your skin. You figured it would be nice to see her as soon as possible and wanted to make it to her first available time. That gave you enough time to race back to your room, switch out your supplies, and maybe take a breath for a few moments.

You popped into your room, sharing a brief small talk with your roommate, who was on her way out to the library, but you were back out again as fast as you were in. JJ could always be found in the office of the professor she worked under. She had held many roles under his authority and not only depended on her but trusted her as well, so at this point, a part of the workload and part of the office basically belonged to her.

When you got there, the door was only up a crack, so you knocked and tentatively peeked your head in. JJ looked up from the pile of papers she was grading at her small desk in the corner and swiped her fallen bangs out of her face. "Hey hon, came just for me?” She teased, setting aside her papers as she turned her full attention to you.

You laughed, setting your notes down and pulling up a chair across from her. Before you could sit down, she dragged the chair onto her side of the desk, patting the seat. "Here, just so I don’t have to read your notes upside down. She smiled innocently, waiting for you to take your place beside her. Once you had settled yourself, you flipped through the pages of analysis and calculations in front of you, running your finger across the blue ink as you explained yourself. JJ occasionally leaned over to stop you, correcting a small error or elaborating on a concept you didn’t entirely understand beyond the basics of it. When she did, she rested her hand on your lower back, and she leaned in close enough that you inhaled the subtle scent of her vanilla perfume. You found it harder to focus under her touch but thought little of it.

Your phone kept buzzing on the table, and you were quick to flip it over, typing out a quick response. JJ silently grew annoyed. After a few too many messages shot back and forth, her eyebrows furrowed, and she poked around for information. "Who needs to get in touch with you that badly?” She spoke dryly but quickly laughed it off.

"Oh, sorry, I’m just looking for an apartment for next year. I’m going to check out an apartment with a friend later."You trailed off as you squinted at your screen before setting it down and refocusing your attention on JJ.

JJ sat tensely on the desk in front of you. Her face was in its usual soft and charming smile, which kept you distracted from any other of her mannerisms. While she was adept at detecting others' slight movements and tells, she was also scarily good at covering her own. “Which friend?”

“ Lola.”

JJ’s face soured at the name. There had been the slightest bit of shared feelings between you and Lola earlier in the year, but aside from a single night with "no strings attached,” nothing had happened. Whatever could’ve happened between the two of you evaporated, and you remained distant friends—that is, until you ran into her getting coffee and she discovered that you were also looking for an apartment. She suggested that the two of you look for one together; you had already been roommates freshman year, and it would be worth it to split the rent. JJ had been the one you discussed your fleeting on and off feelings with, always being an attentive listener, but JJ didn’t like her. She didn’t tell you that, but she was also far from gushing over her that you kind of got the hint.

"Oh, well, if a place is all you need, baby, then you could stay with me. My roommate is finishing her master’s this semester, and I’ll have an empty room,” JJ suggested, eager to interrupt the idea of you and Lola living together.

You didn’t think she was serious at first. She was at a much different place in her life, getting ready to head into the FBI while you weren’t even sure what you wanted to do yet. She was like a mentor to you. She had always been supportive and became a great confidante. Maybe you would be better off with her than Lola. Why would JJ suggest it if it wasn't a good plan? "That's sweet. I’m still going to go check out the place with her tonight, but if anything falls through, I’ll consider it."

JJ watched you attentively, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth as you packed up your things. Your phone kept buzzing on the desk, and she grew subtly more frantic as you were getting closer to leaving. "Hey, would you mind grabbing my phone? It’s under the papers on that filing cabinet.” She pointed across the room while her other hand drifted to her back pocket. You turned around and started digging through the stacked papers she had directed you to. JJ smoothly pulled out her phone from where she had felt its weight in her back pocket the entire time you had been here and snapped a photo of the two addresses appearing on your home screen from Lola. Knowing you would quickly turn around without her phone, she stood up quickly out of her chair that had been squeaky all semester and dropped her phone under her desk.

You turned around, ready to tell her that you didn’t see it, but she was already crouched on the ground, plucking it up off the floor underneath her desk. "Nevermind, I found it. I must have dropped it.” She smiled vacuously, in a way that only fooled strangers, unaware of her intelligence.

"Oh, good! Thank you so much for your help. I’ll see you in class Friday.” You waved on your way out as JJ called out a goodbye while crossing her legs and rocking slightly in her chair. As soon as the door closed with a click, her face fell into a look of cold determination, and she switched taps on her laptop. Typing in the address, her lips curled upward at the information she found. It was a fairly new apartment complex, right outside the school’s campus, meaning there would be plenty of showings going on and people in and out all day long.

She put the address into her phone and parked at the convenience store next door. It was surprisingly easy to slip into a side door that was left open for construction workers working on the other half of the building. She had been fully prepared to go in, flirt with whoever would fall for it in the lobby, and hope it worked out.

Afraid of being stuck in an elevator with someone who might catch on to the fact that she wasn’t supposed to be here, she opted to take the stairs up to the third floor. She found that apartment number that you’d be touring in half an hour and passed it, slipping into the empty one next door. As she passed other rooms, she was relieved to see that other apartments in the hallway were already occupied by residents. Her plan instantly became more believable.

She shut the door behind her, surveying the room. The heels of her boots clicked across the wooden floors, echoing in the unfurnished place. Walking up the thin wall that would soon separate you, she placed her hand up to it. Knocking raptly, she smiled when she heard the echo on the other side. JJ had heard every step and creak from her neighbors in her first apartment. The echo guaranteed that you would experience the same when you arrived with Lola. Even the thought of the girl left a sour taste in JJ’s mouth, causing her to grit her teeth.

Sliding down the wall, she sat beside the vent. Digging through her purse, she picked out a pack of cigarettes and a small red lighter. She wasn’t a frequent smoker but had a history of using one or two when her emotions overwhelmed her to the point where they made her sick to the stomach; Or, in this case, they were simply convenient. A lot of her plan relied on small details working in her favor. Since she arrived, every time part of her plan was reassured, her body relaxed with an increase in confidence. The second she approached the wall, she recognized the smell of new paint. The walls of the room she was in were dusty in beige paint, along with visible chips and dents. It was not newly painted, but a newer room just about to be shown to potential clients? Would be. Sound and scent both went through the walls. It was all she needed.

She occasionally heard footsteps pass and then fade away, but nobody bothered to stick their heads into a room that was supposed to be empty. She dully entertained herself by watching the clouds of smoke that left her lips. She had always paid close attention to every personal detail that had left your mouth, including your subtle complaints about everything smelling of smoke when you had been sharing a room with Lola.

Her attention peaked when she heard a trio of footsteps and two familiar voices outside the door. She quickly pushed herself up off the floor, rolling her eyes at the sound of Lola’s raspy voice, followed by your laughter. Wandering into the small kitchen area, she boosted herself up onto the counter and placed her phone against the wall. She hit play, sending music blasting from her so loudly that it vibrated against the wall. A grin flashed across her face at the grating sound. She had picked a playlist of music she hadn’t listened to since she was seventeen and very angry.

She lingered in the place for about fifteen minutes and could hear you and Lola being shown around the place, but not well enough to comprehend what anyone was saying. She could follow your voices, knowing when you got closer to the door. Her hope peaked at the quickness with which you were in and out of the apartment, under the assumption that you had disliked it. She waited five minutes after hearing you leave to exit out of the building the exact way she had entered, grinning to herself as she drove off to the next address she had plucked off your phone.

Her eyes darted to the short black dress hanging in the back of her car that she could see in the rearview mirror. She had become an expert at changing and getting ready in the back of her car ever since her recent internships with the BAU. Once she had changed out of a crewneck and pair of sweatpants and fixed her hair, she moved her car into a corner parking spot behind the bar, just in case you recognized her car right away. She wanted your interaction to seem more accidental.

Sure enough, when you entered the dimly lit bar moments later with Lola by your side, you backtracked at the sight of familiar blonde hair. You approached JJ tentatively, still unsure if it was her, where she was ordering a drink with her back turned to you. “JJ?”

She turned around, her face breaking out in calculated excitement. “Hi! What are you doing here? How’d the apartment thing go?” She started firing off questions, inviting you to sit on the stool next to her while also ignoring Lola’s existence.

“We decided to stop for drinks after. It didn’t go so well. The place felt unwelcoming. You could hear everything from loud neighbors, and the rooms had a weird smell."

She pretended to act both surprised and disappointed at this information, all while buying you a drink. “Aw, I’m sorry, hon. Well, like I said, my offer still stands."

You were much more willing to consider the idea now that your first place wasn’t looking as good as it seemed. At this point, Lola, who was tired of being in the background, crossed the room to accept a drink offer from a guy who had been staring at her since she had walked in. You decided to stay with JJ.

She thanked the bartender, who handed two glasses across the counter and then slid one over to you. You felt a bit more nervous sitting across from her than usual. She was much more intimidating in this setting than when she was happily helping you out in the corner of a classroom.

She wore a simple black dress, elevated with gold jewelry that fell against her ample cleavage. She also had rings to match on both hands that glinted under the hanging yellow lights as she gripped her glass. A smoky eye shadow was brushed over her lids, accentuating her bright blue eyes. She swirled the drink in front of her, watching ice cubes clink against the sides before she took a sip.

You sat talking for some time, not much differently than you usually did, but eventually her demeanor changed. She pivoted around on her stool so that her knees rested outside of your legs and leaned in closer to talk to you. Occasionally, her hands left the countertop to brush against your thigh, but she didn’t draw attention to it. You frowned as her eyes suddenly darkened at something over your shoulder and turned to find Lola sauntering back over with the same main from earlier wrapped around her arm.

"Hey babes, I’m leaving, would you be okay finding a ride?” Lola leaned in so that you could hear her over the overlapping chatter, and she seemed to be begging you to say yes with her eyes. Before you could reply, JJ volunteered without hesitation.

"I'll take her; you can leave.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she turned back towards you, waiting for Lola to leave. Lola had sensed the blonde’s dislike of her since they first met and was eager to get away from her, so she quickly turned around and headed toward the door without another word to you.

You and JJ remained in your corner of the bar, gradually becoming more rowdy with a second round of drinks, and JJ’s hands spent more time on your body. As promised, when you were ready to head out, JJ shielded you through the crowds of people until you slipped into the brisk air. She ran her warm hands up and down your arms, erasing the goosebumps that had risen from the cold. She mumbled something about her car being parked around the back and steered you around the corner of the building. Her jacket was draped over her arm, and she unfolded it, setting it across your shoulders. You were too unfocused, climbing into the passenger's seat of the car, to notice the unfamiliar scent of clothes that lingered on her clothes. JJ hovered over the car door, shielding your head from hitting the roof with her hand as you climbed. She shut the door behind you, walking around to the driver’s side. “Are you on Lotus Ave?” She asked, looking over at you as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"Ugh, yes,” you groaned, dropping your head back against the seat with the realization that your place was 30 minutes across town. You were used to being in places within walking distance, but you had followed Lola to this bar since you were already out of the apartment anyway.

JJ laughed at your disappointment. "Well, I’m 2 blocks away if you want to just spend the night, and I’ll drive you back in the morning. Maybe stop for breakfast,’ she suggested casually, gripping the wheel.

That didn’t sound terrible. Crashing in her apartment sounded like a much more comforting idea than a longer car ride in the dark and having to deal with whoever you might run into on your way back up to your dorm. "Actually, that sounds nice,” you said softly, and JJ quickly rerouted, turning onto her street.

Leading you upstairs, she dug around for a minute to find her keys and unlock the door. You shrugged off her jacket, handing it back to her with thanks, and she hung it up by the door. You both immediately crashed on the couch with sighs, kicking your shoes. Lola texted you to double check that you were alright, and JJ’s face hardened as you picked up your phone.

The wall that she had so carefully built up over the years to hide her true emotions fell, and impulsivity overwhelmed her. You were startled as she snatched the phone out of your hand, tossing it on the coffee table. “ Hey!” Before you could finish, her lips were on yours, and you happily sank into the kiss. "JJ,” you said, out of breath and shock.

She tilted her head, pressing her lips harshly against your neck and below your ear. Her mouth left a trail of soft purple marks and smeared lipstick posessively across your skin. “God, I’ve been so patient... waiting for you to get over those stupid little sluts, hoping you’d realize that I could treat you so, so much better.” Her voice had dropped into a raspier, coarser octave that made your stomach flip, but you were enjoying her touch too much to interrupt her. "That was silly of me, I should’ve known you would’ve needed to show you that, and now I can.” She straddled your waist, putting pressure on your shoulders so that you’d lay back underneath her. Her fingertips ghosted against your collarbone as she tugged the sleeves of your shirt over your shoulders.

Having such an ethereal, powerful woman loom over you left you breathless for a moment. "You've thought about this before tonight? Tell me how.” Your lips quirked up into a smile as you looked up at her.

Her eyes roamed across your body as she formed her words. "I've thought about those days that you sat between my legs in the office, oblivious to everything. And how I would’ve liked to wrap your hair around my hand and bend you over my desk, fucking you senseless until my name is the only word that's falling from your lips over and over again. I’ve imagined leaving marks all over your skin, in hopes that it will be a reminder that I’m the only one who gets to touch you,’ she had leaned in over you, her breasts pressed against you as she spoke into your ear, causing your breath to hiccup.

She pinched your chin between two fingers, running her thumb across your bottom lip. "Prove it” fell from your lips, barely above a whisper, and flipped a switch in JJ, entirely spurring her on.

In seconds, she had yanked off your clothes, dropping them to the floor. Roughly flipping you over, she pressed your face down into the pillow, silencing your gasps. "Don't move,” she commanded. You heard her cross the room and quickly return.

Positioning your body how she wanted it, her hands gripped your hips roughly, pulling them up. She dragged her nails up your spine and laughed menacingly as you yelped when she grabbed your hair. Your entire body tensed, back arching, as the tip of her strap brushed against your ass before teasingly sliding down across your folds.

Tugging your hair, she yanked your head closer to her. "Be as loud as you want, baby. It’s a shame nobody can hear you through these walls. I’d love for them to know how easy it is to get you begging for my cock,’ she chuckled, before unexpectedly and roughly thrusting into your cunt. She kept a tight grip on your hips, holding you up against her so that she could hit deeper inside of you and elicit more moans that you attempted to muffle into the pillow in front of you.

You bit down on your tongue in an attempt to be quiet, the noise she was getting from you was almost embarrassing, and tears formed in the corner of your eyes. JJ leaned down, swiping the drop off your cheek with her finger, a contrastingly gentle action. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

Your nails dug into the cushion in front of you, and your thighs clenched as you neared an orgasm. "Fuck JJ,’ you panted as flashes interrupted your vision.

Her response came back cold and unaffected. "Beg me, beg me to let you come,’ she demanded, rhythmically continuing the thrusts of her hips. You were hesitant to ask for such a thing, let alone beg for it, to give her permission and control over your entire body. One hand drifted up to your chest, and she pinched your nipple, rolling it between the pads of her fingers. The stimulation was not helping your resistance, and a whimper escaped you.

Please, I need you to let me come. I’ll do anything, please please,” You started rambling mindlessly, desperate to do anything as long as you could finish this orgasm.

JJ smiled at your instant obedience and was satisfied. Her hand snaked around your body and between your legs. A shaky scream erupted from your throat as she curled two fingers against your clit. You quickly fell over the edge. Your vision danced in and out as you orgasmed, and your legs quivered, eventually giving out. You came on JJ’s pink strap and fingers. She slowly removed herself from inside you and brought her fingers to your mouth. Forcing your lips apart, she pressed two fingers to your tongue. You closed your lips around them, and her eyes glinted as you sucked them clean. “Good girl.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder, smiling as if she were victorious.

The rest of the night was a blur. You were exhausted. You briefly remembered an attempt to clean yourself up with JJ’s help but ended up falling asleep right where you were. JJ, much more alert than you, was also schemingly the first to wake up the next morning when your phone rang. Her eyes darted to you, relieved to find that you were still sprawled across her bed, where she had carried you, and you fell dead asleep in the living room. She was relieved to find your eyes still closed, fluttering with dreams. Reaching for your phone, she had no hesitation about picking it up. "Hello,” she answered softly.

"Hi Y/N, this is Elise from yesterday. I’m calling back about the apartment, room 505?”

"Oh yes, of course. Thank you so much. Actually, Elise, about that..."

#jennifer jareau x reader #criminal minds #jennifer jareau #wlw smut

[mochimooon]

DTF Only (Out of Towner) - reiner braun x reader 18+

pairing: Reiner Braun x afab! Reader summary: Reiner's in town for one more day. A slip of the tongue over coffee, you learn that there was something he was hoping to cross off his bucket list before he leaves. word count: 3800+ notes: Part 3 of DTF Only. I've never written anything Reiner-centric. Ngl, he was probably the hardest to write. Hope you Reiner fans still enjoy! warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, oral sex (m! receiving), light bondage, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

There’s something wholesome about Reiner. 

His pictures range from pristine, professional, and candid. No shirtless, Myspace bathroom shots. No gym selfies. No pictures of him doing a manspread. No thirst traps. Just him at a wedding, on a hike, at a coffee shop, and—aww he’s got a dog! 

His profile also is very innocuous. 

He added his alma mater, the same as yours, much to your surprise, works in civil engineering, a self-proclaimed coffee snob and today happens to be his last day in town. 

How’s it going? Still looking for the best coffee in the city.  Got any recommendations? 

You send out your reply for your favorite small café in the area. A hole in the wall, tucked away in the business district. The same corner that has five other chain coffee-shops, and it’s also within walking distance from where Reiner is staying. 

Appreciate it! Can I buy you a cup as thanks? 😁

Smooth, you think, and again wholesome. Of course, for a guy to be active on Tinder while out of town, you already know what he’s in search for. And yet, another scroll through his photos makes you rethink that. He just seems so…wholesome. You hate to admit it, but he’s almost like Colt. 

You accept the offer anyways and get ready. 

Your phone buzzes back-to-back and you swipe it up to read your friends’ message regarding Reiner, beginning with Pieck’s first thoughts.

He’s pretty cute. I love the pictures with his puppy 🐶🥹

Then comes Ymir’s response. 

Homie is performing…

Elaborate

Bless Ymir for being quick and brief, enough to get the message across for you. 

He’s got a freaky side to him.  If you catch my drift 😏

You can only hope that he does because the vibe you’re getting from him is tame—wholesome. You may as well charge up your vibrator for tonight. 

The more wholesome they appear, the more they have to hide.

I don’t know… He asked to grab coffee, that’s as tame as it gets. He might just want to talk, maybe flirt a little.

In an instant your phone rings and you pick it up, not bothering with a greeting as Ymir’s already in your ear. 

“Have you learned nothing from your romp with Pock yesterday?” 

You sigh. “His name was Porco…”

“Whatever, the new guy says he’s from out of town. In Tinder-verse that means ‘I’m in town to fuck around’.”

Of course, you knew that, but—

“But nothing. What did I say about the blockhead yesterday? Bar, coffee, funeral, it won’t matter. Get your kicks in while the man’s still available. He’ll be quick to show you his true nature, and knowing the freak that you are, you’re going to like it.”

Maybe. Or it could be wishful thinking. Again, you can only hope. 

......

He’s already outside when you arrive. He had the head start after all, but it’s not a long wait since you’re not too far from the area either.  

From afar, he recognizes you, looking up with a warm smile, hands tucked into his pockets. At your approach, his smile brightens, freeing his hands with open arms, saying your name. 

“Hi, thanks for swinging by!”

Breathing a laugh, you’re engulfed in his arms. It’s a warm embrace, lighthearted, like you’re meeting a friend. In any case, your vibrator should be fully charged tonight.  

“I’m a hugger, hope that’s okay,” he says when he lets you go, pink tinting his cheeks. 

He’s taller than Porco by a lot (and another blond, which you overlook). Also well-built, distinguishable underneath the button-down white shirt. The sleeves are rolled up like he’s just clocked out of the office. 

A strong, chiseled jawline and some facial hair that suggests he’s gone a few days without shaving. But the standout to you is his smile. Warm, inviting, friendly. There’s got to be something hidden away there. 

“I like hugging,” you say. “Ready to try out the best coffee in the city?”

Reiner opens the door for you, beaming. 

After giving him a recommendation from the menu, you both place your order. There’s an awkward moment where you lightheartedly argue about the bill, but Reiner wins your favor, insisting that it’s his treat.  

Together you grab a table in the corner after your drinks are prepared. 

Rush hour brings in more commuters and students from the university across the city, and soon the café is teeming with life. 

You finally take a sip after your coffee has cooled down, looking over at Reiner. “What’s the verdict?”

Reiner nods, licking his lips. “You’re right, premium roast. Five out of five.”

Your brows rise. “That’s generous. There’s no way you’re a coffee snob if you’re won over that easily.”

He shrugs, chuckling. “Well, a pretty face might have something to do with the perfect score.” He averts his eyes, scratching at the back of his neck. 

He’s nice. Again, sort of reminds you of Colt, but that’s not a bad thing. While you’re not looking for a relationship, you appreciate Reiner’s friendly demeanor and his subtle way of flirting. 

You chat and sip your coffee. And despite your dubiety with Reiner’s high ranking, he really does seem to enjoy his drink; taking hearty gulps until he sets it down empty before you’ve gotten halfway. He’s sincere too. 

You bring up university, sharing that you’ve both moved away for your careers post-grad. “We might have crossed paths before.”

“Small world,” he laughs. “I guess you find anyone on Tinder. It brings people together in a way. I visited my hometown last month and I was surprised to see some classmates from middle-school on it.”

“So, was this a work trip?”

Reiner hums, giving his outfit a onceover. “It is. I visit a few construction sites a month and sometimes they take me in other cities. I had a meeting today and even though it’s a blue-collar profession, it never hurts to suit up. But…” 

His eyes turn wistful for a moment, entering a thought that you can’t read. 

You don’t probe him, expecting him to say something, so you finish up your coffee in time when he speaks again. 

“I was hoping to cross one thing off my list before I leave.”

Your attention perks, not from the words, but from the lowered tone. “Is it too late? Whatever it is?”

Reiner lifts a brow, and it’s clear that you’ve given him the green light to divulge a little more. 

To those around you, his expression remains the same, but you notice a change. His hushed tone, the slow clench of his fist on the table.

“This is forward of me,” he begins, leaning closer. 

Like a magnet, you lean in, hanging off his next words that fall into your ear. 

“I was hoping to have some privacy with you after coffee.”

His warmth breath makes your pulse stutter, spreading warmth to your ears. 

You pull back a little, gaze captured by his light brown eyes. You swallow and nod. 

A faint smirk pulls at Reiner’s lips, though he’s yet to make a motion to move. “To be sure, are you okay if we get out of here?”

The sly look he gives you has your mind spinning back to your initial impression of him. Wholesome, yes, but now you’re eager to see the other side to him. 

You raise your chin, giving him a coy smile. “I’m sure.”

Reiner jerks his head to the side, the two of you rise to your feet, tossing away the coffee cups and leave.

Dusk has settled now and soon it’ll be much darker. The timing could not be better. 

Reiner offers you his arm, a bold move you think, and with a racing heart, you take it. 

“Where to?”

He walks at a reasonable pace, not in a hurry unlike the civilians scattering around the sidewalks to head home before it gets too dark. 

“My hotel is a few blocks away.” He looks down, wearing the same poised smirk. It makes your heart skip a beat, and you want to drag him off. 

You hold back, allowing Reiner to take the reins. 

Heated glances only are exchanged during the walk, and you can hardly hear the traffic of the city against the rush of blood in your ears. 

Approaching the hotel, your world spins through the revolving doors. You take a moment to admire the lobby, realizing that Reiner is staying at one of the city’s finest accommodations. Like everything you had gathered about him beforehand, you had seen him as more of a low-maintenance man.  

Every inch is ornate with vintage touches, well-maintained, it’s like you’ve been thrust into a time capsule. You get a glimpse of the bar at the center past a massive piano that’s untouched at the moment. 

Hotel guests bustle around in business suits and others in luxury outfits that drip with dollar bills. 

The journey up the lift is also quiet, but the sexual tension is so deafening, you’re grateful when you arrive at Reiner’s floor. 

With his card key, the door to his room opens. Like the rest of the hotel, it’s nice, lux with a view that overlooks other buildings on the street. 

But it’s the massive bed that you’re already envisioning rolling around in, and you have to tell yourself to remain patient. 

Reiner’s hands find your shoulders, nimble fingers easing the muscles there. “Finally, some privacy.” He murmurs into your temple, kissing you there. 

You melt to his touch, muscles melting like clay from his warmth, a moan slips out. 

“That feels nice, doesn’t it?”

You can only manage a hum in agreement, eyes fluttering shut to soak in the massage. 

Two fingers push deeper into the junction between your shoulder and neck with delicious pressure. You throw your head back against Reiner’s chest. 

He chuckles as you open your eyes, meeting his upside-down gaze. 

“Now that we’re all alone,” he says, turning you around and takes your chin. 

The bitter taste of coffee is heavy on his tongue, but you don’t mind. It’s warm, inviting, like Reiner’s energy. 

It’s a stretch to reach him, but your arms snake around his neck, basking in the slow, seductive rhythm of his lips and tongue. 

His hand slides down to the small of your back, pulling you closer with a firm yet delicate authority. And when he pulls away, it’s smooth like silk. 

“Before we take this any further,” he says. “I wanted to elaborate on what was on my bucket list.”

You tilt your head, licking the moisture from your lips. There’s more? You had only expected a quick hook-up. 

Your mind dives into another scenario, one where you’re chopped up and stuffed into a freezer. Thankfully, Pieck and Ymir always have your location so that alone shoves that lurid idea aside. 

Reiner lets go, and you hear the zip of a bag. 

He had wandered over to where his luggage rests on the rack by the TV. He throws a look over his shoulder, a little hesitant. 

You smile to encourage him, and your eyes go wide when you see what he pulls out. You swallow hard, a shiver moving past you as every drop of your blood heads south. 

Not rope or tape or a knife. But a blindfold and handcuffs. Accessories that could be used to kidnap you, but from the silk of the blindfold and the leather cuffs, you know it’s not that. 

“Oh,” it falls out of you. 

Reiner comes closer, offering the accessories for you to feel. “The cuffs can feel snug, but they won’t hurt you.”

Your pulse reignites. “These will be used on me?”

Reiner nods. “If you’re okay with that.”

You’re more than okay with that. A memory of the past pricks your brain. 

It was a rare night where you and Colt decided to watch porn, and the choice was bondage. Seeing one of the actors tied up and blindfolded had inspired a fantasy to be at Colt’s mercy. But he never seemed enthused about the idea, so it became one of your many fantasies you had packed away. 

“We can also do without,” Reiner says at your silence. 

“You want to do this, though.”

A shadow hangs over Reiner’s voice. “I do. I like to play dominant. I’m not mean, unless you want me to be, but I prefer to play nice dominant.”

It sounds like an oxymoron to you, and yet it seems to fit Reiner’s personality. A man who likes to be in control whilst retaining that warm demeanor. 

“Okay.”

It’s slow and gradual. You both undress each other with dexterous hands with Reiner taking most of the reins. The second you’re both bare, he awaits your consent one more time before he binds your wrists. 

The leather is stiff but otherwise not too tight, and your hands hang to your stomach. Next, he drapes the blindfold over your eyes and the world goes dark. 

The moment passes like grains of sand. Unable to see, you don’t move, straining your ears for any semblance of noise. 

Fingertips brush beneath your jaw while a thumb caresses your lips. 

“I’m going to use this.” Reiner’s voice slips through the silence. His thumb swipes at your bottom lip, wetting the pad of his thumb. 

You can feel the heat from his body that pools at the center of your thighs. Your fingers curl around your pussy. 

A firm grasp takes your jaw, puckering your lips. 

“I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself.” The command is soft, but you can feel the teeth in his words. “The only person who will give you pleasure tonight, is me.”

You nearly falter from that promise. 

Before that can happen, Reiner drops his hand, and your feet leave the floor.

You’re laid on your back, head at the edge of the bed. Another inch and your head would be hanging. 

Seconds later, Reiner’s warm body approaches your face, his voice tumbling down. “As I was saying. I’m going to use your mouth.” His tone is softer, and the brush of his fingers stroke your lips again. 

Despite the position, you nod.

“Atta girl.” 

The praise takes you by surprise and you shiver. 

“If you need me to stop, raise your hand and snap. Got it?”

You nod, licking your lips when he praises you again. And without being instructed, you slide forward, draping your head back and open your mouth. 

Reiner chuckles, seemingly catching on. The brush of his fingers returns along your face and he croons. “Good girl…”

There’s a nudge on your tongue, salty from Reiner’s precum. He goes in slowly, you take a deep breath through your nostrils. 

The last time you had given head like this before was back in university, long before Colt. 

It does require some getting used to. Your chest heaves with the tension, easing up as Reiner whispers of encouragement, a rush of heat dripping between your legs. 

You acclimate to Reiner’s cock, thick in your mouth, you don’t feel the blood creeping into your head.  

“Good, good.” There’s a strain to Reiner’s voice, like he’s holding back a deep urge to fuck you. 

And you’re right, because his dick twitches in your mouth. 

You hum around it, spreading your legs wider when you feel Reiner’s hand stroke your pussy. 

“A little reward for how good you’re doing for me so far.”

Your moan muffles from the touch and the added praise, you don’t think you can get enough. You’re so wet already, it’s not a matter of effort of working you up to finger you. He spoils you with two and a swipe of your clit. 

His dick twitches again as you continue to moan, clenching around his fingers. 

Drool gathers in your mouth, so close to dripping out. On impulse you suck, an attempt to gulp it down and Reiner groans, pressing down on your clit. 

“You’re making it hard for me,” he husks, and you feel the loss of his hand. “I’m going to fuck your mouth first, okay?”

Gagged, the best you can reply is a strangled, “Mhm.” 

He pulls out, dick coated in your saliva. You inhale deeply, still blind to the world around you. 

You’re pushed a back on the bed a little, head repositioned before you’re stuffed with Reiner’s dick again.

He thrusts, building a pace that you become accustomed to. 

Breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat, your gag reflex is dormant. You focus on the noises Reiner makes, light grunts dropping on you like the pitter patter of rain, punctuated with hitch in his chest that syncs up with another spasm in his cock. 

“Fuck—your mouth is so warm. This throat is doing so good for me, an obedient thing.”

Saliva collects in your mouth again, pooling at a fast rate as Reiner fucks you with vigor. 

Wrists still bound, you ache to touch yourself as much as you fantasize what Reiner’s face must look like at this moment. A deep flush along his face, light brown eyes rolling back in his skull. You find yourself moaning at that and Reiner releases a strangled noise, pulling out. 

Threads of saliva pull from your mouth and fall down the corners of your lips.  

A hand takes the back of your skull, urging you off your back. 

You breathe deeply, sucking a lungful of air as you sit on the bed. When Reiner’s touch disappears, you turn your head, forgetting the blindfold is obscuring your vision. 

“Just a moment,” you hear him say somewhere in the room. 

The moment passes and he speaks again, instructing you to move along the bed. 

You follow Reiner’s voice, an implicit trust for a stranger you only met a few hours ago guiding you where you think will be into his arms. If Reiner had come across as a lunatic, this would be your fatal mistake. 

Thankfully, according to your female intuition, he’s not, and if he is, Ymir and Pieck aren’t very forgiving when something happens to their best friend. 

The bed is so massive, you feel as though you’ll be moving along silk for ages.

“Right there,” Reiner says, and you go still, knees dipping into the mattress. His voice is closer than before and relying on your other senses, you feel him closer too. 

The sheets rustle close by your feet, signaling his presence in time when his strong chest meets your back. 

“Right here,” he husks at your temple, wrapping his arm along your stomach. “All wrapped up too.” 

You don’t know why you nod, but you do to convey your thanks for him remembering a condom. 

The weight of his body presses into your back. With his guidance, your thighs ghost over what you assume is his. 

You crane your head for more instruction. 

“Perfect.” He noses your neck, kissing softly, hand coming around to tweak your nipple. 

You gasp from the sensation, close to reaching up to keep his hands on your breast, but the bite of leather keeps you from moving. 

“You’ve been so good for me. Now, let me fuck you on this bed.”

You toss your head back, squirming at the dip of his fingers into your pussy. 

“So, fucking wet…all from sucking cock. Filthy little thing.” He kisses the shell of your ear. “Just how I want you to be. Are you ready for me? Use your words this time.”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, please.”

“Give me a safe a word,” he commands.

“Helos.”

Reiner’s laughter scorches your ear. You’re too worked up to be embarrassed about it. With your mind like putty, the first word that sprang up was the name of the hotel. 

“Use it if you need me to stop, okay?”

You nod eagerly. 

“Good girl.” Reiner’s hands find your hips and he lifts you up a little and there’s a poke at your entrance as he lines up his dick. 

In a slow fluid motion, he seats you there. Inch by inch, your pussy twitches to suck him in. 

“Almost there.”

You know he’s sheathed fully when your ass is back on his lap, giving you a minute to adjust. To let him know you’re ready, you roll your hips back. 

Lips press into your nape. “Remember the safe word.”

He thrusts up, hiking you up on your knees using his muscled thighs to create the momentum. 

His hot breath burns your neck, one hand groping your breast and the other flicking your clit. In sync, you move up and down with his body fucking you. 

The lack of sight dials up your other senses. You feel him deeply, the stretch, the bruising pain blooming around your breast, and the nerves in your center so sensitive, stars flicker along your darkened vision.

Reiner moves faster, fucking into you harder. “Do you like that? Like when I get a little rough?” He jerks his hips up. 

You babble something resembling a ‘yes, engulfed in the heightened sensory experience. “Reiner…”

“I can feel you,” he pants. “You want to cum huh? Cum for me, baby.”

He rubs you faster, fucking into you harder and your back arches into him, moaning out the rush of your orgasm, eyesight restored momentarily with a burst of light. 

“Atta girl,” Reiner rasps. “Atta girl, cumming on command.” He thrusts a few more times as your vision fills with darkness again and you float back to the bed after reaching the clouds. 

You sag into his hold, Reiner pulls out. You yelp in surprise when you’re thrown forward. 

You’re brought back to your knees, hips hoisted up while a pressure on your skull, keeps your head on the mattress. 

You feel another stretch, welcoming Reiner’s cock as he slips back in and drills into you with fervor, a pace that promises his release is on the horizon.   

A sting blooms on your ass from where Reiner’s hand landed. 

“Fuck—I’m so close—” Another smack lands, followed by the gentle caress of Reiner’s large hand, a contrast to the rhythm that’s quickly becoming sloppy. 

With both hands, you feel Reiner spread you open. He snaps his hips a couple more times and groans out as he cums. 

He goes still, but his dick twitches inside of you and if not for the condom, you’d feel the warmth of his cum filling you up. 

For a while, you hear ragged breaths, his and yours. 

After, Reiner pulls out and you whine from the empty feeling but relieved when he takes lifts you back to your knees, easing the ache in your back. 

The blindfold falls away. Blinking a few times to get a visual, Reiner kneeling on the mattress before you, undoing the cuffs. 

He looks dazed. Heavy breathes pouring past his lips, a sheen of sweat layered atop the flush on his cheeks. A muscled chest rising and falling, flexing the contours in his stomach, and his dick soft yet endowed between his thighs. 

With the cuffs off, you roll your wrists, smiling up at him. 

He gives you a tired smile in return. “Appreciate you.”

The praise fills you with a different kind of warmth, but it’s endearing, nonetheless. There’s no need to ask, you already know. If anything, you’re both even. He crossed something off his list, as did you.

☻ masterpost☻ taglist: @moonmalice @daisynik7

#reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x you #reiner x you #reiner x reader #reiner #reiner smut #attack on titan fanfiction #snk #snk smut #attack on titan #mochi-writings #dtf only series

[storiesofsvu]

Good Little Pet

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, smut, kitten kink/very minor pet play, more mentions of it, strap sucking, daddy!emily, lots of dirty talk. Welp, we made it, the last halloween fic on November 8th. nbd lol. who knows if it's any good. Bare with me as I continue to try and get some one shots out for y'all!

To be completely honest, Emily was pretty exhausted, drained from a day of questioning sleazebag after sleazebag in an attempt to move forward on a case, the only saving grace was that it was local to D.C, no jets, no hotels and most importantly, she could come home to you at the end of the day. She’d already missed dinner, the sun gone from the sky when she finally trudged out to the parking lot, the car springing to life so the clock could tell her it was nearing ten thirty p.m. already. Plugging her dead phone in she let out a sigh and shifted the car into drive, by the time she hit the freeway her phone began to buzz with a couple of texts from you that she waited until she was at a standstill to check.

‘Guessing you’re trapped at work, I’m heading out around seven. Dinner’s in the fridge, lmk if you’re gonna swing by the party, you know the address.’  With a little smiley face and heart at the end. The next one was time stamped two hours later.

‘Ngl, I’m a little drunk. This Halloween punch is no joke. Would it be wildly inappropriate to say I want you to rail me into next week? God I hope you’re not on the jet rn galivanting off across the country because my hands just will not cut it.’

Emily barked out a laugh, shaking her head at your brashness before she swiftly typed out a reply, sly smile still on her cheeks.

‘It would only be wildly inappropriate if you weren’t my girlfriend. I’m on my way now, save me a drink.’

She signed it with a kiss and plugged the address into her GPS, taking note of the different exit she was going to have to take.

*

To be completely honest, you didn’t go out much, whether that was to the bar or to house parties, you especially felt like you’d outgrown the latter. You were much more focused on work and spending what free time you did have with your girlfriend considering she was out of town more often than not. So tonight was a special night where you were finally letting loose a little, indulging in punch, drinking games and catching up with friends you hadn’t seen in a while. The party was a mix of people, some you’d worked with in the past, their partners, friends, new coworkers, a full house including a handful of people you didn’t know.

You’d been catching up with April when one of those people you didn’t know sauntered up and introduced himself as Travis, his hand lingering in yours a little too long for comfort had you been sober. His intro line was funny enough to make you laugh and honestly he was pretty cute, if you were single and swung that way you wouldn’t have any complaints. He conveniently reached around you to grab a fresh beer out of the cooler, passing it off to his other hand so the first one could remain leaning on the counter, dangerously close to your body. You complimented his costume, earning a wide grin from him as he chuckled softly, paying both of you a compliment back before the three of you fell into an incredibly easy and comfortable conversation.

Emily managed to slip into the house unnoticed, though she wasn’t surprised, things were more than in full swing, people everywhere, lights low and music going. Crossing through the main living room there was a group of people half watching horror movies while shouting when to drink to each other while they talked over the rest of it. She caught eyes with a few people she recognized, giving them waves from across the room as she made her way through the space to the doorway of the kitchen where she heard you before she saw you. Your laugh always made her heart flutter, whether she was the one pulling them from you or not, her lips twitching up into a grin as her eyes searched through the darkened room.

Her eyes widened briefly when she saw you, dressed in a tight, sparkly black bodysuit with matching boy shorts over top, just enough of your chest peeking out over the top of the neckline. The tip of your nose was painted pink, whiskers drawn across your bright cheeks, a headband with cat ears on the top of your head and a fluffy tail pinned to the back of your shorts. She knew you hadn’t been planning anything extensive for your costume, not being one for dressing up but this was just the perfect amount to look good yet also drive her wild. As her gaze dragged up your body her head tilted, eyes narrowing at a hand resting on your hip that wasn’t yours, rather it was connected to the arm wrapped around your waist. The man beside you was laughing at something you said, leaning in to untangle a curl of your hair that had gotten wrapped around one of the cat ears.

She could tell that he wasn’t making you uncomfortable, the smile on your cheeks genuine and not just to appease him but that didn’t help the green eyed monster that was beginning to burn inside her gut. She wasn’t sure if it was an old friend or a stranger who was getting a little too cozy, but she certainly didn’t want him to stick around much longer. Slipping through the crowd she was finally able to approach you, a smirk breaking out on her lips when you spotted her, practically jumping away from the counter and your new friend.

“Baby!” You greeted, squeezing tightly at her hand as you popped toward her to steal a quick kiss.

“Hi babe.” She murmured back, smile on her cheeks before she was interrupted.

“Aw c’mon, you’re not even dressed up.” Travis interjected.

“Yeah?” Her hand found her hip, brushing back the front of her blazer revealing her Glock in the process.

“So what’re you supposed to be?” He asked again, smarmy grin on his cheeks.

“An FBI agent who’s pissed you’ve got your hands all over her girlfriend.” She replied with a stern gaze and he backed up with a laugh.

“You could at least let me hold your gun.”

“It’s not a prop.” Emily glared and he was across the kitchen without a second word, April disappearing to leave the two of you alone for a couple of minutes.

“He was harmless.” You giggled, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I know.” She huffed a laugh, “doesn’t make intimidating him any less fun.”

“You’re ruthless.”

“And you make one hell of a seductive cat.”

“Yeah?” You asked with a grin, “that mean I get to sit on your lap?”

“You can do a lot more than sit on my lap.” She murmured; her fingers splayed across your jaw to tilt your head toward her as her thumb trailed down your neck. She’d been intending to pull you into a kiss but when her thumb hit leather her eyes directed further south, widening at the black choker around your neck. It only took a second for her to realize it wasn’t a necklace, but rather a collar, complete with a gemstone at the front of it, her head tilted in confusion. “That’s not your birthstone.”

“No.” You chuckled, “it’s yours. All kitties have to know who they belong to, don’t they?”

“Well you…” her thumb moved back up, rubbing at your jaw, “seem to have forgotten that part.” She leant down, leaving a kiss on the side of your neck, her next words husked into your ear, “I bet you think you’re real cute letting him put his hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.” Her teeth nipped at your earlobe as your breath caught in your throat, a tingle shooting through your entire body, “now kitten…who do you belong to?”

Your eyes widened, pulse quickening at the use of the new pet name, knowing no doubt it was brought on by the risqué costume you’d chosen for the night, completely unaware it was going to awaken something like this in Emily.

“You, daddy.” You whispered and she smiled, a hungry look in her eye as she leant in to peck you.

“Good girl.” Her hand slunk down your arm, fingers lacing with yours, “now, you promised you’d save me a drink.”

“Mmhmm…” Nodding, you took a breath to try and calm yourself before leading her to the drink table.

Emily’s hand didn’t leave your body for the rest of the night, lingering in the small of your back, resting across your shoulders, winding tightly around your waist whenever anyone got a little too friendly. Her lips would press into your neck, shoulder, cheek, temple, anywhere acceptable for PDA in a crowd like this, staying glued to your side to make sure it was known you were hers. At one point you leant over a table, tossing the beer pong ball back to someone and she caught Travis’ eyes looking directly down your shirt, lips forming a hungry grin that made her stomach churn. She grabbed your waist, swiftly turning you to her and catching you in a deep kiss, smiling at the way your arms instantly wound around her shoulders.

“It’s time to go.” She murmured and you let out a small giggle, whispering back.

“Whatever you say daddy.”

*

Emily’s tongue was down your throat, her hands pawing at your ass as she backed you down the hallway into the bedroom, nearly tripping over her own feet as she did. You let out a moan into the kiss, your hips rutting against hers as your arms wrapped tighter around her shoulders. Her teeth sank into your lower lip, pulling a groan from you as she reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, a fire in her eyes as she grinned at you.

“Can’t believe you dressed up like this just for me.” She said and you giggled.

“Well.. if it was just for you… it would’ve been sluttier.”

“How so?” She asked, a brow raised.

“No shorts, for starters.” Your fingers slipped into the waist band, shoving them down your legs leaving you in just the body suit, “probably more cleavage.” You tugged the fabric down further, exposing more of your chest and Emily chuckled.

“But now you’ve lost your tail, kitten.” Her finger curled under your chin, tilting your head to the side, nipping at you earlobe, “although we could get you a plug that has one.” Her lips brushed against your skin, “would you like that?”

“Mmhm…” You giggled, a gleam in your eyes as you looked up at her, “I didn’t expect you to be so into this?”

“What can I say?” Her fingers slipped between the collar and your neck, “I like it when everyone knows you belong to me.” Your breath hitched as she tugged on the leather, pulling you closer to her, a familiar need beginning to pulse between your legs, “now why don’t you show daddy what gorgeous lingerie you have on under this and get down on your knees like a good little pet?”

You nodded eagerly, quickly slipping the bodysuit off your body, letting it drop to the floor while Emily padded through the room, stripping her own clothing as she went. Her eyes stayed on you, a small smile on her lips as she admired your lingerie, lacy and black to fit the theme, hugging your curves perfectly.  

“That looks like my new favourite.” She purred, opening the nightstand drawer to pull out the strap, “how about you get rid of the bra, let me see those gorgeous tits, kitten.”

While you were ridding yourself of accessories, she was adding to her own, a smirk on her lips as she approached you, cock heavy between her legs. Her fingers curled around your cheek, turning your face up to her as her eyes slipped down to admire your half naked frame.

“Just so beautiful.” She winked, the tip of her finger tapping the tip of your nose, “now why don’t you get daddy’s cock nice and wet so I can fuck you so good you forget your own name, hmm?”

“Yes daddy.” The words were out of your mouth before you could even think, sitting up on your knees to brace yourself on her thighs while your lips eagerly wrapped around the tip of the toy.

You bobbed down it, sinking it into the back of your throat in the way Emily absolutely loved, her hips rocking it an inch deeper as she let out a soft groan. Her hand collected your hair, gently wrapping it around her fist while you pulled off her cock, tongue sticking out of your mouth and she chuckled, using her free hand to hit the tip of her dick on your tongue.

“Good girl.”

At the praise you smiled up at her, licking a broad strip up the toy before sucking it back into your mouth, inching down it once again. Emily’s hand tightened in your hair, pushing you down further and setting a faster pace as she continued to fuck into your mouth. You could feel drool pooling in the corners of your mouth and a similar wetness collecting in your panties, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt for some relief. Your mouth sunk down to the base of the toy, pulling a gasp from Emily when the movement nudged it right against her clit. Pushing her cock deeper into your throat you slowly shook your head, shifting it back and fourth and she groaned softly, her hand tugging you off the toy by your hair.

“Are you really that needy tonight kitten?” She asked, a fire behind her eyes and you nodded, chest heaving as you panted for breath.

“Please daddy.”

“Well then get on the bed, hands and knees.” She tugged on your hair, letting it fall from her hands as you stood, watching hungrily as you presented yourself for her. “Always such a good pet, aren’t you.” You felt the bed dip behind you as she climbed onto it, her hands sliding up the back of your thighs, squeezing at the globe of your ass before a hand spanked you and you let out a gasp, feeling the tingle shift from where she’d hit you spark through your body before settling in your pussy. Emily let out a small chuckle, her hands toying with your panties, “yes… I do think you’d look rather spectacular with a tail plugging that pretty ass.” She spanked you again, “for next time I guess.”

“Please…” You whined, pressing your hips back toward her, letting out a moan as her thumb brushed over your tight hole, pressing ever so lightly.

“Don’t worry kitten, daddy will take care of you.”

Her fingers slipped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside before she chuckled darkly, her eyes settling on the glistening between your legs. There was no doubt you’d been waiting for this all evening and were absolutely aching for her to fill you up, walls fluttering around nothing as you let out a little whimper. Her hands slid up the backs of your thighs once again, pulling your pussy lips apart so she could admire you, watching the way the soft light made your juices practically sparkle. You dropped down onto your elbows, back arching and she hummed in appreciation as the angle of her view changed to one where she could see more of you, her fingers coming up to toy with your cunt.

“My pretty girl.” She purred, her slicked fingers rubbing up your back before they curled under your collar, “shame we don’t have a leash for you. I know how much you like to be choked.”

“Oh god…”  you moaned, your eyes practically rolling back into your head as she tugged at the leather, just imagining how much harder she could be pulling with the extra accessory.

“We’ll make a trip to the toy store this weekend.” Her hand moved to swat at your ass again, “get my pretty kitty whatever she wants.”

You let out a loud gasp when her body rocked forward, cock plunging into you until her hips were crashing into yours, your body shooting forward on the bed.

“Fuck!”

“You can take it.” She groaned, pulling her hips back to admire her cock slicked with your juices before it plunged back into your heat. “This’ll teach you, won’t it?” She set a fast and deep pace, each thrust of her hips driving you forward on the bed, the head of her cock brushing your g-spot, pulling louder and longer moans from you. “No more flirting with silly boys at parties.”

“N-no.” You moaned out, pussy clenching down around her as you began to claw at the bedspread, pleasure surging through your body, your skin already on fire as she continued to fuck you with ease.

“And who does my sweet kitten belong to?” She asked, giving a particularly hard thrust that drove you into the mattress.

“You daddy.”

“That’s my good pet.” Continuing to fuck deeper into you she leant over your body, leaving a handful of kisses across you bare skin. Your body shivered with each touch of her lips, thighs shaking as her hand found its way between them, gently pinching your clit before rubbing it in circles. “I know you’re close princess, you’ve been waiting too long for this. So good for daddy…”

“Fu-uck. Oh fuck!” Your eyes scrunched shut as you felt the coil getting tighter before, “harder!”

Your request was all Emily needed before her hips crashed into yours and you collapsed onto the bed, letting her fuck you into the mattress and her fingers rubbed harder at your throbbing nub. Only a minute later and the dam burst, cries of pleasure escaping your lips to bounce off the bedroom walls, the only accompanying sounds Emily’s pants and sopping sounds from your cunt as you reached your orgasm.

Emily’s thrusts slowed as your body shook beneath her, her hand disappearing from your clit, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your hips as she fucked you through your orgasm.

“That’s my good girl.” She cooed, “always so pretty for me when she comes.”

You let out a whimper in acknowledgement, barely nodding your head and she chuckled, giving you one last hard thrust that you gasped at before she gently pulled out, watching your juices dribble onto the bedspread. She tossed the strap to the side to be dealt with later, crawling over you as her hands soothed across your skin, lips leaving feather light kisses up your spine until she was fully over you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple that you practically purred at while she untangled the cat ear headband from your hair, gently placing it on the nightstand. She shoved the covers down, rolling onto her back and tucking you into her side as you started to catch your breath, fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin as she pulled the covers back up over the two of you.

Once your breathing was evened out you let out a soft sigh and she smiled, tilting your head up to kiss your lips before her fingers traced the pattern of the leather on your neck, the stone catching in the light.

“We are actually gonna go to the store, right?” You asked with a yawn burrowing deeper into her embrace and she laughed.

“I said, I’ll get you whatever you want kitten.”

“Good.” You grinned, eyes opening to look up at her, “not gonna lie, if I knew this was gonna awaken something in you I wouldn’t have waited until Halloween.”

Emily rolled her eyes, swatting at your ass through the blanket as you laughed, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. Her fingers traced the choker, pinching at the gem, “you like wearing this?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded.

“Should get you something more dainty for everyday wear.”

“I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” She pinched at your chin, “maybe that way you won’t forget whose pet you are again.”

“Definitely not.”

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[q1ngqve]

omg saw u mention lamb girls in the tags.. and my head instantly buzzed not even joking. wolf blade and lamb girl reader... my thoughts are thoughting (not even a word i know BUT HEAR ME OUT). i guess lamb girls can be mistaken as bunnies due to similar personality traits but ig they aren’t as fidgety/energetic and can be put in a trance more easily. lamb girlies are so much more timid and less provocative but they get dumbed down just as much!! for the shy and sleepy girlies <33 who don’t like putting too much of a fight and get scared and obedient easily

AND something about the wolf and lamb dynamic <333 big bad wolf blade who isn’t sweet or caring with you :(( doesn’t care if it hurts when he bites your neck to mark you or that his touch is always too harsh for you, who needs to be handled a little more gently. infact it always makes him so much more hard when he sees your teary and hazed out expression. he bets you don’t even know if the tears in your eyes were out of the pleasure or pain that he’s giving you. oh you were such a dumb little lamb.

he always looms over you, shows you your place without even saying a word, his presence alone is daunting enough. and he loves it when your breath hitches whenever he grins (at your pathetic state, under him) and you catch a glimpse his canines. he knows you’re so scared of him, he knows how you’re aware of the power that he holds over you. but when he sees you always crawl back to him, he can’t help but feel satisfied. you’re such a dumb lamb. don’t know what’s good for you :(( he won’t admit it, but he likes it that way.

sometimes he thinks back to when you both first met. you being the sweet lamb helping the injured wolf. you didn’t even know he was a wolf hybrid till he had you pinned down when you were least expecting it. he was ready to ravage you then and there, but something clicked. something more obsessive came over him when he saw you there, eyes wide and scared. yet you weren’t doing anything to run or have him loosen his grip on you. like you were ready to be devoured, so accepting of it. even though he was the predator and you, his prey - you still couldn’t help but be drawn towards him.

eventually you both sticked around each other. something always draws you both together. you gave each other something neither of you knew you needed. some sense of security, someone to care about, someone to protect. and just the thought of knowing that he has such power over you and can take you anytime, but he chooses not to makes you go crazy. maybe he’s letting you live because you saved him. maybe you amuse him to no end. maybe you both are just stupid animals finding solace in the wrong places. you should go back to your herd, he should go back to his pack. but you both don’t have any of that, now do you? — ⭐

(sorry if this was long ahahaha i’m not even a lamb girlie (i think ?? thought¿??!) but this!! this dynamic is too good to pass up i can’t +_82('(39&&!!! ngl i have absolutely no idea which hybrid i would be so i’m here for it all LMFAOO anyway hope you’re having a good day (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠))

he’s literally obsessed with you <3

#this is too good ugh #you guys and your long brain rots 😋 #yummy! #lannie is being fed very well by her anons #⭐️ anon!!!!! #animal hybrids!!!!! #hsr #honkai star rail #blade #blade x reader #hsr blade

[ghostiexe]

First Date || Wilbur Soot x gn!Reader

ello again wilbur nation, i present to you another unedited fic. ur vegitarian btw and your first date is at burger king, have fun

tw: skeleton mentions?? you don't see one it's just brought up, also swearing

word count: 2,536

Your hands twitch nervously as you take in a deep breath and smooth down your plain band tee, glancing yourself critically up and down in the mirror. Your first date with the literal man of your dreams is in twenty minutes, and you have no idea what to wear. 

You groan softly in frustration, a frown tugging at the corners of your mouth. Why is this so hard? It’s not like you’re even going anywhere fancy, you’re a broke college student for God’s sake. The fanciest place you can even think of is probably Olive Garden. 

You had both made the unanimous decision to just grab some Burger King together, since it was one of the only fast food restaurants you could think of that had actual vegetarian options other than just… Salad. There has been a brief discussion about potentially going to McDonald's, but Wilbur insisted on going to the place that had more options for you. Just thinking about how sweet he was made you a bit giddy.

You hear your phone buzz from your bathroom counter and you huff as you reach for it, though the tension in your features slips away into a soft smile as you see who texted you. Your date, Wilbur. Opening your messages, you giggle when you see what he sent you. 

Wil - I have absolutely no idea what I’m supposed to wear ngl 

Well, at least you aren’t alone. You quickly send him a response, relaying your own outfit woes. After a few moments, his response comes in. 

Wil - We should dress up in super fancy clothes /j

You snort. 

You - ah yes, wonderful idea, let’s get all dolled up for burger king &lt;3

Your eyes wander to your closet. Even though the both of you are joking, you can’t help but feel a little entertained by the idea. You probably have some nice clothes shoved in the back of your closet somewhere. Your phone vibrates again. 

Wil - If I pull up in a suit how would you react?

You - probably fall in love on sight

Wil - Well shit, now I have to :p

God, he's so adorable. You can’t help but let out a giddy giggle as you turn your phone off, slipping out of the bathroom and back toward your closet. You dig through it for a moment before you find what you were looking for. There’s a blazer and a pair of slacks stuffed behind some old Halloween costume, and you pull it out to examine its condition. It looks fine, but you tentatively bring it up to your nose and sniff it just in case. You let out a sigh of relief when it smells alright, just… old. Nothing a bit of fragrance can't fix.

Several minutes later, you find yourself wearing the formal getup and walking down an embarrassingly busy street to get to the Burger King. It’s almost dumb how well dressed you are for this, but it’s comforting knowing that Wilbur’s outfit will at least reflect the same energy.  

Wilbur is already there when you arrive, but to be fair, you are a couple minutes late. You had apologized profusely over text on your way there, but he had assured you that he understood and it was fine, which had soothed some of your worries about the matter. 

You almost trip over yourself when you see him, his curly hair styled to perfection and looking unfairly good in his suit. He’s hovering awkwardly by the ordering counter, so you quickly make your way over and call out for him. 

“Hey, Wilbur!” You say, waving as his gaze shifts over to you. He beams and pulls you into a hug, and you giggle at the action, wrapping your arms around him in return. Your name slips past his lips, and he sounds a little amused, but mostly affectionate.

“Hello.” He greets you, squeezing you momentarily in his arms before dropping them and taking a step back. You flush as his gaze drags over you, the pleased smile on his face making you blush. “You look fantastic.” He notes, winking in a way that has you simultaneously flustered and rolling your eyes. 

“You look better.” You counter, examining his suit now, a bit surprised by its high quality. You brush your fingers over the collar, the fabric smooth and silky under your touch, unlike the rougher texture you were used to suits having. “This is a nice suit, where did you even get it?” You ask, glancing up at him again, hand still pressed against his chest without your realizing it.

He smiles a bit shyly. “Oh, um, I used to wear it to choir concerts in high school. I'm lucky it still fits.” He explains, cheeks a bit pink. 

“Well,” You say, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, “you look very handsome.” You finish as you pull away, glancing at the menu as your hand that rests on his chest slips down to link his pinky with yours. You don't see it, but his free hand comes up to gently brush his fingers across where you've just kissed him, a dumb giddy smile on his face. 

“What are you thinking?” You ask after a moment, still examining the menu. You aren't gonna lie, the fries are practically luring you in with their sweet siren song right now, and you would kill for some of those vegan nuggets. 

He hums thoughtfully and leans in slightly to also look at the menu. “Probably just a burger.” He admits, casually moving his hand that was lingering at his cheek to his hair and running it through his curls. You nod. 

“You should get a crown.” You suggest, a playful grin on your face as you gently squeeze his pinky that's linked with yours. He laughs softly and bumps his hip against yours lightly. 

“I think that's a good idea.” He says, and there's an unmistakable fondness in the way he says it, the way he's looking at you. There's something that feels so right in the way you two interact, something that's got the butterflies in your stomach swarming like moths to a flame. It's the way you are to Wilbur, you think absentmindedly, just admiring him for a moment. He's got a magnetic personality, charisma that you're sure any bard would kill for. And he's… well, he's just warm. Like a personal space heater, not just literally, but also in the way that just being around him makes you feel like you're melting. 

You swallow as you realize you've completely missed everything he just said. You blink and look at the employee he's now talking to, and you let out an inaudible breath of relief when you realize that he's just ordering for the both of you. It doesn't take long for him to finish up, considering you were completely spaced out for most of the time he was ordering, and he clears his throat, turning back to you. 

“Let's go sit down.” He suggests, and you nod. He unlinks your fingers, and you're disappointed for a moment before you feel his hand rest on the small of your back, gently guiding you to a table in the corner, one with the longer, more comfortable seats instead of the small tables with the metal chairs. 

He slips into the seat before you, so you sit down next to him, leaning back and examining him. You're not used to sitting right next to people on dates, usually you just sit facing the other person, but this feels nice somehow. A little closer, in a way. It helps that you don't have to lean across a table to reach out for him, he's just… Well, he's just right there. 

He reaches over and gently slips his hand into yours, brushing his thumb across your knuckles as he rests his elbow on the table and props his head up with his hand. You chuckle softly and reach your free hand over to tap his elbow.

“Wow, terrible table manners.” You scold teasingly, making a light tsk tsk sound, shaking your head in disapproval. “Didn't your parents ever teach you not to do that?” You ask, watching him splutter. 

“Hey, I'll have you know my manners are excellent, thank you very much.” He says, tilting his head up in mock arrogance. “I just think that I'm above silly things like that, considering I'm the ruler of this domain.” He adds, a bit dramatically. God, he's such a theater kid, you think with an amused smirk. 

“Oh, the ruler you say?” You ask in mock disbelief. “If you're the ruler, then why don't you have a crown?” You ask, eyes gleaming as you reach your free hand over to slip into his curls, smirking as you ruffle it up. 

He pouts and pulls his arm off the table to lightly swat your hand away from his hair. “Nooo, you're ruining my hard work.” He complains, giving you puppy dog eyes. You giggle. 

“Sorry, Will, that's just the way the cookie crumbles.” You say with a sigh. He snorts. 

“What the fuck? That doesn't make any sense.” He asks with a small laugh. You giggle too. 

“I dunno.” You admit, sighing softly at the end and letting your gaze trace over his features again. The small freckle under his eye, the curve of his nose, his smile lines. “You're pretty.” You say after a moment, smiling softly at him. 

He smiles shyly and turns his face away, covering his mouth with his hand as you gently squeeze the one that's still linked with yours. 

“Well, I think you're stunning.” He mumbles, cheeks still a lovely shade of pale red. You hum in acknowledgement, leaning slightly closer. He notices and turns to face you again, leaning down slightly. Your eyes tail down to his lips briefly and you glance up into his eyes only to find him looking back at yours. You scoot just barely closer and start to go in for a kiss when you hear your order number get called out. You and Wilbur both startle, drawing away from each other again. You clear your throat, face burning as you stand. 

“Um, I'll go… I'm gonna go grab that.” You say, watching as he nods up at you with an expression not unlike your own. Shy, flustered, a little disappointed. You gently squeeze his hand once more before letting go to walk back to the counter, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

You grab the tray at the counter and make sure that Wilbur paid before making your way back over, setting the food down in front of him and plopping yourself down next to him again. 

“Well, dig in.” You encourage him, pulling your nuggets and fries toward yourself and pushing him his burger, drink, fries and crown. He thanks you and you start to munch happily on your fries, watching as he places the paper crown on his head.

“How do I look?” He asks you, raising an eyebrow and pursing his lips. It makes one of his cheekbones look much more defined, and you can't help but start to giggle. You bring one hand up to cover your mouth as you watch him make that ridiculous face. His expression cracks and he starts to giggle too, and you both lean in as you laugh together. You pull away again as you start to eat your food, though you can’t help but cast Wilbur a couple fond glances. He’s doing the same thing, though much more subtly. 

You turn your attention back to your food.

After a moment, he clears his throat. “Do your nuggets taste like actual chicken?” He asks, watching as you shove one into your mouth. You cover your mouth with your hand as you quickly chew it and swallow, shaking your head ‘no’. 

“No, it tastes like beef.” You deadpan, looking at him with a poker face. His eyebrows raise and he looks incredulous for a moment before he realizes you’re messing with him, face a bit pink as he gently shoves your arm. 

“Oh, fuck off.” He complains with a groan, though there’s a smile on his face. You can’t help but smile back. 

“Sorry. And to answer your question…” You think for a moment. “Do you know what Uncanney Valley is?” You ask, and he responds with a nod. You nod back, with a bit of finality. “It’s like that, but instead of for your eyes, it's for your taste buds.” You explain. He makes a slightly disgusted face. 

“That’s the worst possible way you could have described that. I think I can feel my literal skeleton crawling out of my skin.” He says, pretending to gag. You giggle and shrug. 

“Sorry, that was the only way I could think to describe it.” You say apologetically. He just sighs, though there’s amusement in the sound. 

“It’s okay.” He assures you, reaching over to hold your hand. You gently squeeze it and scoot closer to him. “It was just weird as fuck.” You both giggle and you reach down to shove your last nugget in your mouth. You glance down at his food and see that he’s finished his food. “Are you ready to get out of here?” You ask, tilting your head at him curiously. He nods, starting to stand. You do the same, stepping out of the booth and letting him out, hands still linked. You grab your trash and let go of his hand, going to dump it in the garbage bin. He leans over your shoulder and throws his away too, then snakes his hands over your waist and gently squeezes you. You squeak and he laughs, letting go. 

“Dude!” You complain. He kisses your cheek apologetically. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” He says, though he doesn’t look sorry at all. He has a slightly smug expression, an irritatingly handsome one at that. It pisses you off. You want to kiss the look off his face. You just roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I knew you couldn’t resist my charms.” You say flippantly, a small smile on your face. He just giggles and nods, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist again, but this time it’s a little more hesitant, though he seems to relax a bit when you lean back into his chest. You bring one hand up to rest on his arm, using your thumb to absentmindedly brush across it. He makes a soft happy sound, and then he’s pulling away, clearing his throat and smiling. It’s not the same smile from before, the one where he’s all teasing and joking. It’s replaced by a much fonder one, and you notice that his whole expression has softened. You realize your face has probably done the same thing, and your hand finds his, gently squeezing it. 

“Thanks for the date, Wilbur.” You say gently. “This is probably the best one I’ve ever been on, to be honest.” 

He just looks away bashfully, then nods. “Well, thank you for coming.” He says back, face a bit pink. 

You let yourself hope there’s going to be more dates.

#wilbur soot fanfic #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #will gold x reader #will gold x you #wilbur x reader

[love-kurdt]

This is Me Trying (byler): 3

word count: 6,996

warnings for this chapter: none really, ngl. just very honest and open conversation. but same as all the other warnings in previous chapters, just be cautious if you see anything that may trigger you. this is semi-autobiographical so pls be kind <3

in short: if you are emotionally or mentally vulnerable, please dni.

The world buzzed with static around him, each second feeling like an eternity. Time stood still, just like the day Mike took off his watch. His hands were shaking, the anticipation inside him about to explode like fireworks. He balled his hands up into fists and put them in his sweatshirt pockets, but immediately pulled them back out because he could feel his palms getting sweaty.

Mike glanced around, and saw the nextdoor neighbor taking her dog out for a walk. He raised his hand in an awkward greeting, and she smiled back at him. He watched her run further and further away until they were out of his line of sight; a minute had definitely passed by now. He turned his attention back to the door, and lifted his hand again, going to knock one last time.

But then, before he was able to, Will opened the door.

Mike froze, his hand still in the air. He lowered his arm slowly, and took a mental photograph of Will’s awestricken face before he was met with a faceful of door. He should have seen that coming. He leaned his head against the door, exhaling with a shaky breath. “Will… I know I’m the last person you want to see. I just…” he hesitated, digging his nails into his palms. This was likely going to be his first of many fumbles. “This is going fucking splendidly already, Jesus Christ.”

There was no response on Will’s end, but Mike figured he might as well get everything off his chest, even if Will wasn’t there to hear it. Saying it out loud could probably suffice. “Uh… I guess I should start by saying I’m sorry. For everything. For hurting you with my words, with my actions, for being so fucking reckless with my life. I’ve accumulated a lot of regrets over the past few years, but…” here goes nothing, “loving you will never be one of them.”

Mike closed his eyes with his head still on the door, but jumped back a bit in surprise when he felt a light thump right next to his face. “... Will?”

“I’m listening.”

The faint sound of Will’s voice was music to Mike’s ears; low and velvety, with a hint of rasp. His stomach nervously flipped as he cleared his throat, continuing on. “I’ve been a mess without you. I don’t know who I am without you. This is me trying to say…” Mike trailed off. What was he trying to say? How could he reduce his love for Will into a single sentence? How could he explain himself in a concise, yet bold form that wouldn’t scare Will away? He couldn’t. He was doomed regardless of how the conversation would unfold. He asked Will the first thing that came to mind: “... You ever been to a college party?”

“Yeah, a few.” Will replied.

“Well, I just failed out of school because I went to way too many of them. I just drove here directly from my last one, actually.” He tried to add a bit of humor to his voice, but it ended up coming out sounding pathetically broken. Fumble number two. Fuck it all. Everything was going down in flames. Mike set his hand on the door, caressing the painted surface as if it were Will’s face.

“But here’s the thing— it’s hard to be at a party when you feel like an open wound. You’re all I think about, and it’s like I can’t… I can’t let go. It’s hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you. And even though you don’t love me, and even if we can never be friends again, I need that closure, Will, and I need you to understand that I won’t move on if that never happens.” Mike felt the doorknob click below, and he lifted his head up just as the door opened again. Will emerged, tears lining his cheeks. Motherfucking fumble number three. When Will and Mike were little, they functioned as a unit. When Will was happy, Mike was happy. When Will would cry, Mike would cry with him. Now, Mike felt like he was five years old again, getting choked up at the sight of Will crying, and mentally cursed himself. “Fuck, now I’ve made you cry for the umpteenth time in our lives. What else is new?”

Will crossed his arms across his chest, and looked down towards the ground, still on the defensive. But his voice betrayed him when he said, “No, please don't worry about me. It’s fine. And I…” his voice wobbled, “I’m sorry for slamming the door. I was just so…”

Mike nodded in sorrowful understanding. “Yeah.”

He took a good look at Will, noticing how Will’s hair had finally grown out of the bowl cut, falling into his eyes in loose copper waves, ending just above his strong jaw. His eyes, even obscured with tears, looked green as ever. Mike wanted to drown in them.

“You changed your hair,” Mike heard himself say. Will let out a small smile at that, brushing some of his bangs out of his eyes, along with some tears that had attached themselves to his eyelashes.

“Yeah, the bowl was kind of… archaic.” Both of them began awkwardly laughing while still crying. Mike had to refrain from thinking too much, because if he did, he’d get all sentimental about how this was the first time he’d laughed with Will in… he couldn’t even remember. 

“You like it, though?” he asked. He still sought his approval, after everything. Of course Mike liked it. Mike liked Will’s hair no matter how it was cut. But this style that Will was sporting currently had Mike falling flat on his face; and not literally, for once.

“Yeah, it really suits you,” he told Will, who was flattered at the compliment.

“Thank you. I mean, Mom’s skill set with scissors was… limited, but she tried.” Mike thought of that one time he’d walked into the Byers household unannounced back in junior year of high school. Will was sitting on a chair in the middle of the kitchen with a literal bowl on his head as Joyce shuffled around her son with a pair of kitchen shears. Joyce was an incredible mom who loved both of her boys unconditionally. Which reminded Mike…

“How’d you get my number?”

“Your mom gave it to me over Christmas break.”

“She shouldn’t have done that.”

“I’m sorry for letting her give me your number,” he apologized, picking at the nails of his index fingers with his thumbs. “And I’m sorry for calling you on your birthday. I should’ve respected your space.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Will replied quickly, eyes wide. “I was being a total asshole that day. I know this doesn’t excuse what I said to you, but I’ll have you know I’d just failed an English test–”

“Did you not read the material?” Mike smirked, and Will smiled back up at him, their eyes fully meeting for the first time. 

“You know me too well,” he said, and Mike’s heart skipped a beat. “But then, when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, my boyfriend at the time broke up with me.”

Mike gawked at that, his eyes narrowing. “On your birthday? That’s ass.”

Will leaned against the doorframe. “Mike Wheeler, everyone: ex-English major, literary nerd, and author.” Mike ignored the not-so-subtle roasts in favor of Will’s muscles, which were even more defined than he remembered. Will had obviously become well-acquainted with the gym. His gaze trailed along the divots of his biceps, and his mouth went dry when he realized that Will was wearing… the blue sweatshirt Mike had sworn had gone missing during senior year.

“But yeah,” Will continued, “leave it to Matt Winters to ruin the one day of the year where I don’t feel like shit. So when you called, I’d just gotten back home. And I felt so guilty for snapping at you and hanging up that I didn’t call you back after the fact, because I was afraid you’d be mad at me.”

“Are you kidding? I could never be mad at you. Ever,” Mike emphasized. “And we both know I’m not a good person when I hold grudges.”

Will’s strong eyebrows furrowed, and Mike feared he’d said something wrong, but Will rose up onto his tiptoes, lifting his hand up to Mike’s forehead in mock-concern. “Mike, are you okay? Do you need medical assistance?” Yes. If Will was going to act all flirty and cute and tiptoe-y and forehead touch-y, then they’d need to call an ambulance. Because Mike was down bad.

“Haha. You’re funny,” Mike deadpanned at the joke, despite himself.

Will retreated back to his spot in the doorway. “But seriously, I just told you that I have a real live ex, and you’re not mad?” How could Mike be mad at Will for that? Why would Mike be mad at Will for that? It wasn’t like Mike had any right or say as to who Will dated, and if Mike did so much as judge Will for any romance-related decisions, he’d be the biggest fucking hypocrite to ever walk the earth. He figured he’d come clean to Will about this one. It was the whole reason why he was here, after all.

“Will, I hooked up with four guys…” Should he say this next part? Sure, okay, whatever– “And all of them had the initials ‘WB’.” Mike’s focus shifted down to his shoes, too humiliated to see Will’s reaction. But he didn’t even have to see it, because Will giggled. Like, high pitched and adorably. Mike’s head snapped up and Will, having gotten caught laughing at Mike’s biggest shame, slapped his own hand to his mouth in a failed attempt to stifle it.

“No way,” Will said, his voice still suppressed with his hand.

“Way,” Mike quipped back. He decided to try something new then, reaching up to Will’s wrist and pulling his hand away from his face. His beautiful lips were curved into a shy smile.

Will shook his head, crossing his arms again, but not in hostility like he had before. “I don’t believe you.” And all of a sudden, it was August 1989, and they were back in Mike’s basement again. Those were Will’s last words to Mike before he’d stormed out, never to be seen again. And a year and a half later, Will became thoroughly aware of the aftermath, where Mike tried and failed to fill the Will-less void with–

“Wyatt Bowman, Wes Butler, Walker Brooks, Warren Blakeley,” he listed off what he’d endearingly dubbed The WBs™, but now in retrospect viewed as fucking pathetic, and watched as Will exhaled sadly. He tacked the only thing he could think of onto the end of his list to lighten the mood: “... And there was a guy named Elvis.”

Will snorted. “Like Presley?”

“Exactly.”

“Jesus,” Will whispered, running a hand through his hair. Mike wished it was his hand instead. As he took in Will’s jarred reaction, his world went cold. It made more sense when Mike shivered, looked up, and felt a few snowflakes land on his eyelids. He lowered his gaze back to Will, avoiding the impending guilt with lighthearted bluntness.

“Yeah,” he concluded unceremoniously, “so, you have an ex-boyfriend, and I have a disturbingly high body count. I think that makes us even.” Will’s lips formed a line, and Mike diverted his eyes back to the ground. He watched Will’s feet, clad in fuzzy socks and slippers, shift backwards. The moment was finally here; this was the end. They were not, in fact, even; Will was shutting him out for the last time, giving Mike the closure he’d practically begged for. Mike lifted his head so he could at least say goodbye properly, but saw that Will was… waiting for him?

“Wanna come inside?” he asked, and Mike raised his eyebrows in shock. Well, that was a plot twist if he’d ever seen one. He took a deep breath, muttering a slow “Yeah… sure,” and followed Will into his house. Mike took off his mud-caked shoes at the front door, remembering how much of a neat freak Will was, and imagining his reaction if he tracked the past seven or so hours into the house. He expected it would probably begin with “Michael James.”

Once situated, he took a look around the living room. There were multiple swirly, wooden furniture pieces that Mike knew Will wouldn’t have picked out in a million years, but he’d still managed to make the apartment his own. Framed movie posters, a black couch, and a few bookshelves were sprinkled modestly amongst the otherwise very feminine decor. Mike walked over to the bookshelves, which were fully stacked with comic books and picture frames. He peered at one of Will posed with Ivy and Hannah, who gripped onto either side of a metal pole that Will had perched atop his shoulders as he lifted them in a white muscle tank top. He knew he’d started working out. God, Will was attractive. He smiled to himself, moving on to look at the next photo. It was the exact same one Mike had on his desk, the photo that Jonathan took of Mike on Will’s handlebars. Mike felt like crying again, so he looked away before that could happen. His attention was drawn to the ceiling, which was lined with Christmas lights. He guessed the passage of time had thankfully worked in Will’s favor, as well.

“So Kate’s at work?” Mike asked, and Will whipped around from where he’d been organizing one of his other bookshelves, like he cared about what Mike thought in regard to his preference of alphabetical versus publisher order.

“How do you know about Kate?”

Mike hesitated, expression sheepish, “I… I ran into your friends Ivy and Hannah on campus. They’re how I found you.”

Will blanched. “Oh God. What did they say to you?”

Mike shook his head in reassurance, taking a step towards Will. “Nothing out of the ordinary. I think they were just worried about me, because I was… kind of lost.”

“You didn’t think to get a map?” Will, the little shit, teased as he took a step of his own towards Mike.

“I had one, Will!” Mike tossed a hand up in exasperation. “I just… couldn’t read it correctly?” He phrased the last part of his sentence more like a question, which Will must have thought was funny, because he moved a few inches closer to Mike in order to poke his chest.

“Okay, that tracks,” he grinned, and Mike feigned offense as he felt Will’s fingerprint burn a hole in his sweatshirt, the fire expanding to scorch his entire torso. Will was close enough that Mike could hear Will breathing lightly through his nose, and could see the freckles scattered like constellations across his neck. His eyes traveled up a bit to land on the one mole above Will’s lip, and he fought the urge to kiss it.

“Ivy and Hannah said to tell you they said you’re welcome, by the way, whatever that means,” he breathed, and Will processed what Mike had just told him before bringing his hands up to his own face as he turned beet-red.

“Of course they did.”

Mike observed Will’s reaction, pushing down the bit of hope that bubbled up inside of him. He hadn’t a single clue of what Will had told his two friends, but the way he reacted made him think that maybe it wasn’t all terrible.

“Wait,” Will brought a hand up to lightly smack his forehead, “I’m so stupid, I should have asked when you first came in.” You’re not stupid at all, if anything I’m stupid, but go on, Mike thought. “Do you need anything to drink or eat? You look like shit.”

“Wow,” Mike said as he glared back at Will, giving away his joking nature with a small lift of his lips. “But sure, water is fine, thank you.” Will stood there for a moment in contemplation. Mike gulped, feeling incredibly anxious as to what Will would say next. 

“I’m gonna make you pancakes,” he told Mike, ambition in his tone. Mike wasn’t even supposed to be there, yet there Will was, taking on the role of hospitable host. Mike shrugged, leaving the option up to Will as to if he really wanted to be that kind to him.

“You don’t have to.”

Will was the one who shortened the distance between them this time, taking Mike’s much larger hand in his own, intertwining their fingers and gently rubbing his thumb along the back of it. “But I want to.” Mike felt lightheaded.

“Well, I didn’t say it.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Mike glanced down at their connected hands as Will spoke again, but he didn’t hear what he was saying. He blinked, pulling his attention back up to Will’s face. How was he supposed to concentrate on what Will was saying when their palms were brushing together with intentionality? And of Will’s own volition, no less. 

“Wait, sorry, what?”

“I said, I’ll have some too, if it’ll make you feel better.”

Well, now Mike had to say yes. He gave in, and Will nodded in approval before letting go of Mike’s hand. Those few sweet seconds would have been enough to last Mike for another year and a half without him, but now Will was making him pancakes. There was no turning back after this. Will headed to the kitchen, turning back when he noticed Mike standing in the middle of the room and gesturing for Mike to follow him, chuckling to himself.

Damn Will for being so aware of the effect he had on Mike.

They made it into the kitchen, and Will headed to the pantry while Mike hopped up on the counter like when they were kids. Old habits die hard. Will eyed him from where he stood, grabbing the box of Bisquick. He ritualistically walked around the kitchen, grabbing eggs, milk, vegetable oil, and a bowl before setting them all down on the counter. He paused in what he was doing to reach over to his coffee pot, pouring a mug, grabbing the sugar bowl and dumping whatever was left into the mug before handing it to Mike, who took it with gracious hands. He’d remembered the way Mike took his coffee. Black, no cream, and a diabetes-level fuck ton of sugar.

“Thank you.” That didn’t even begin to cover how Mike felt about it.

Will hummed in response as he got to work, cracking an egg into the bowl and whisking it around. “So what have you been up to? I mean, besides hooking up with the entire male population of Indianapolis and failing out of school,” Will asked, and Mike died a little on the inside. The truth hurts sometimes, Wheeler. Deal with it.

“Jeez, Will. Harsh. Warn a guy next time,” Mike frowned, sipping his coffee. “I’ve been working on a novel.”

“Ooh, do tell!” Will exclaimed, turning to Mike as he stirred the batter, the sweatshirt he wore— Mike’s sweatshirt— stretching as his muscles flexed underneath the fabric of the sleeves. Mike set his coffee down next to him and shifted so his hands were squished under his thighs. That way he wouldn’t be able to do what he truly wanted to, which was to grab Will by his waist and shove his tongue down his throat as he ran his fingertips over Will’s arms.

“Um, it’s a mythological coming of age, with a bit of a twist… the protagonist is gay.”

“Ohhh my god,” Will grinned, all teeth. “That is great. I love that.”

I love you, Mike thought, but held his tongue. “Right? But yeah, I’ve been working on that, and… journaling. A lot.” Well… journaling was a synonym of writing dozens upon dozens of love letters, right? But Will didn’t have to know that.

“Mike Wheeler using a therapist-approved coping mechanism? I’m proud of you,” Will said. Mike preened at the praise as he pulled one of his hands out from under his leg to pick up his mug.

There was a beat of silence, and Will stood there, his eyes fixed on Mike for a strangely long time as the pancakes sizzled. Mike watched Will’s Adam’s apple bob up and down. He was either hallucinating, tripping, or Will was checking Mike out.

“But what about you?” Mike asked, effectively snapping Will out of his trance, “Any groundbreaking endeavors I should be caught up on?”

Will shrugged as he plated the perfectly congruent, golden pancakes he’d made. “I’ve been working on this new painting for a while now… it’s a watercolor piece, so it’s kind of out of my comfort zone,” Will explained, turning to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of Canadian maple syrup. Mike nodded at what Will was telling him, but something else dwelled  in the forefront of his mind.

“Yeah, you’re more into oils on canvas, right?” Mike asked, and Will’s eyes snapped up to meet his, establishing an understanding between the two of them. “I saw the painting,” Mike remarked slowly, trying his best not to freak Will out or make him feel ashamed of it. “I’ve gotta say, you flatter me, Byers. I am not that attractive.”

Will couldn’t hide his smile. “Shut up. Yes you are.”

Will handed Mike a plate, and Mike thanked him as they dug in, the two young men standing at (and sitting on) the counter as they ate. Mike cut into his pancakes, stabbing a bite-sized piece with his fork and swirling it around in the syrup on his plate. He looked up when he heard a similar scratching noise and saw Will doing the same thing. Will met Mike’s gaze, light smile gracing his face as he lifted the fork up and popped the piece into his mouth. Mike blushed when he realized he’d been staring, and quickly focused back on his own plate. He chewed the piece of pancake he’d cut and confirmed to himself only after one bite that these were the best pancakes he’d ever had. These were pancakes of reconciliation.

He turned towards Will to compliment his culinary skills, which would inevitably be shot down with a humble, “they’re just pancakes, Mike,” only to see Will staring at Mike already. Will’s eyes jumped from Mike to the floor to the kitchen cabinet to the floor and back to Mike all within the span of five seconds. Mike held his attention this time when he licked his lips, and Will watched intently as the syrup disappeared.

God, Mike felt like he was in high school all over again; those four years had felt like a romcom movie montage of staring, quick touches, and flirting back and forth. The only difference between those movies and real life was the reserved, cautious nature behind every single stare, touch, and flirtation. But this time around, Mike noticed, Will seemed more confident in himself, more purposeful in the way he carried and expressed himself. Everything lingered for longer than normal, than acceptable, than usual. It was a promising sign.

Once they’d finished their pancakes and put their dishes in the sink, Mike and Will headed to Will’s room. There was something intimate about entering Will’s space like this; something sacred, something previously unattainable. That was the dresser that held all of Will’s clothes. That was the desk Will drew at. That was the bed Will slept in. That was the phone Will had used to break Mike’s heart.

Mike admired the dark blue walls, decorated modestly with a few more posters, before he came across Will’s framed Hawkins High School diploma. Mike remembered that day vividly; after everyone in the Party had walked across the stage and gone back to Mike’s house to celebrate, Will had brought their friends into a secluded area of the house and told them he was gay. Mike, who had been head over heels in love with his best friend for over five years at that point, was having a crisis, because oh my God, Will was gay, and the flirting might not have all been in his head. Maybe he had a chance. But every interaction between them following that day was strictly platonic, and Will made sure Mike knew it. So Mike withdrew after a while, not wanting to keep stringing himself along like he had been.

“Little did I know that everything would change,” Mike said more to himself than to Will, but Will walked over to stand next to him, close enough that their arms brushed.

“Why, because I came out?” he asked, looking up at Mike, who didn’t reciprocate the action, but instead kept staring straight ahead at the diploma, as if it were a portal that would take him back in time to before his world imploded.

“No, not because you came out. Because… because then, I fell under the delusion that I could finally have you.” He looked down at Will then. “But then I fucked it all up in August.”

Will turned his body so he could fully face Mike before saying, “Okay, I’m confused. I’ve gotta ask. What’s your recollection of that night?”

Mike didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to remember it. Hell, he didn’t want to think about it. But Mike took a second to reason with himself, because Will was standing beside him, Will was asking something of him, and the least he could do after everything was oblige to Will’s one request. So Mike told him.

It was the summer of 1989, and all was well. Hawkins was no longer nationally renowned as an extra-terrestrial hybrid between earth and hell, but simply as a small town in the middle of nowhere, Indiana. It was the summer of 1989, and Mike was lying on the basement couch with his legs hanging off the edge. His eyes were closed, and he wore his headphones which were attached to his Walkman, playing Will’s mixtape on repeat, just as Mike had from the second it fell into his hands back in 1986. He felt the thumps of the opening and closing of the basement door, followed by light footsteps treading down the stairs. He cracked a singular eye open, but opened them both fully when he registered that it was Will who was entering his space. He always loved when Will came to his house unannounced; there was a certain element of familiarity, of family, of domesticity.

“Mike, we’ve gotta talk,” Will said, his voice a bit edgier than usual.

“Okay, what’s up? Are you–” Mike sat up, pulling his headphones fully off his head and resting them around his neck. Then he saw the look on Will’s face. He looked livid.

“What the fuck are these?” Will spat. Mike’s eyes widened at what Will held in his hands. Fuck. How on earth did he find them? Mike thought he’d hidden them well enough. Apparently, he was sorely mistaken, because Will held Mike’s letters, all twenty-six of them, all addressed to Will, in his shaking hands. Mike couldn’t even begin to explain, mouth hanging wide open.

“Dear Will,” the boy with the bowlcut began with a snarl, “when I look into your eyes, I see the rest of my life. Dear Will, why does loving you feel so wrong yet so right? Dear Will, I want you to hold me in your arms forever, because it’s the only place I can truly call home.” Mike wanted to die. “I don’t know what to… Why the hell are these addressed to me? And why… Why are there so many?”

“Because…” Mike squeaked out, eyes wide with intimidation, “they were for you. You were never meant to find those, I swear to God.”

“Are you making fun of me or something?” Will snapped, and Mike flinched. He’d never seen Will this angry before. He stood up then, his face on fire with inferiority from when he’d been on the couch as Will towered over him. Now, Mike was the one looking down at Will, whose chest was heaving with unadulterated rage.

“Come on, Will! I’m your best friend, and you really thought I’d make fun of you for being gay?” Mike kept his tone soft, what the Party called his Will Voice™, trying to calm Will down. It worked, at least a little bit, because Will’s breathing became more regulated, and less metaphorical smoke escaped his ears. But his eyes were still a menacing shade of green, his pupils blown wide.

“Well, no,” Will’s voice was lower this time, laced with venom, “but that does not mean you get to fuck around at my expense.” Will could not have been more wrong. Mike was anything but fucking around. Malice was the last thing on his mind when he thought about Will. When he thought about Will, he felt safe, he felt hopeful, he felt valuable, and he felt worthy. What he felt for Will was pure love, and he’d say it out loud… if he didn’t hate himself so much.

“I poured my heart out in those letters,” Mike told him, taking a step forward. Will stepped back. “I didn’t write them for shits and fucking giggles, they were genuine,” he continued, following Will as he backed away, stopping only when he had Will caged in between his arms, back against the wall of the basement. Will held onto Mike’s wrist, their watches positioned side by side. Mike closed his eyes and took a shaky breath, collecting himself in preparation for what he was about to say next. Confession time. “I wanted to send them so badly… I just didn’t, because I was afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

Mike opened his eyes, drinking in the expression on Will’s flustered face. He blinked slowly, lashes fluttering, and fuck, he could hear Will’s heartbeat. He licked his lips. Afraid of what? I’m afraid of the world. I’m afraid of our country. I’m afraid of this town. I’m afraid of my family. I’m afraid of your dad. I’m afraid of myself. But I’m not afraid of you, Will. I’m not afraid of you.

And with that, Mike leaned down and kissed Will.

Those were the best five seconds of Mike’s life, by far. Will’s lips were smooth, yet firm. They were warm. Mike wanted to kiss Will forever. He allowed himself, for once in his life, to take what he wanted, and moved his hands down from the wall to Will’s hips, gripping them with all of his pent-up passion, holding him close. He felt Will’s hands meet Mike’s shoulders, and… he was pushing Mike away. Oh no.

“What are you doing, Mike? Is this a joke?” What was it with Will thinking everything was so fucking funny to Mike? He’d just bared his soul to the love of his life, but Will had interpreted everything as simply cruel humor. That was what Will thought of Mike. He wouldn’t stand for it.

“No, Will, I’m in love with you,” he said in full earnest, grabbing Will’s hand, just like he’d always done throughout the years whenever Will felt angry, alone, or scared. In turn, Will aggressively shook Mike’s hand away like it burned him.

“Don’t say that. Please don’t say that, you don’t mean it.” What the hell?

“What makes you think I don’t?”

“I just… you’re…” Will forced his words out in a state of panic, ducking out of Mike’s reach as he headed for the stairs. “I can’t do this. Not now.”

“Please don’t go. Hear me out,” Mike pleaded, getting desperate now. “Will, you’ve got to believe me.”

Will turned around from where he stood, halfway to the basement door, his gaze ice cold. “Well, I don’t, Mike. I don’t believe you.” Mike took back what he’d thought about not being afraid of Will. He was terrified. He watched Will stomp up the rest of the way, slamming the door behind him. Mike put a hand up to his mouth, muffling a sob.

What had he done?

Mike stopped his pacing for a moment to breathe. He’d gotten it all out, and by some miracle, without breaking down. He looked over at Will, who rested his chin on his palm as he sat on his bed, staring into space. “I never got the chance to explain myself. You just… shut off.” Will blinked a few times, looking up at Mike with that same blank expression, and Mike wanted to scream. But he didn’t. He didn’t have the energy.

Will breathed out hard through his nose, getting up from his spot on the bed and meeting Mike where he was at, and placing a hand on his arm. Mike didn’t move; all this talk about Will abandoning him caused some of the resentment to return. But Will took Mike’s chin and moved it so their eyes could meet again. He looked sad.

“Because I had convinced myself that you could never love me the way I loved you. But all of a sudden you were telling me that you loved me romantically and wanted to be with me forever! How can you blame me for being thrown off?”

Mike shrugged, resigned. “I can’t.” And he meant it; he couldn’t blame Will for being thrown off, because Mike had gone through the complete opposite, having felt led on and let down. “But you also can’t blame me for waiting so long to say something. I literally hated myself for years for being gay.” Will’s hand that held his chin lowered down to the space between his neck and his shoulder, and he went to reply, but Mike spoke faster. “And when you came out, I thought maybe I could, too. But then, another part of me didn’t want to say anything, because coming clean about my true feelings for you would’ve destroyed everything we worked so hard to build back up after California.”

“Well, I didn’t make it any easier by keeping you at arm’s length after I came out,” Will said as he ran his thumb back and forth along Mike’s sweatshirt sleeve. “I tried to convince myself I was okay with being just friends in order to protect myself, you know?”

“Yeah,” Mike’s tone was rough as he crossed his arms, and Will pulled away. Nice going, Mike, you fucking asshole. “I mean…” Mike softened his voice, “I get your thought process. I just felt so… rejected. And after August, it felt so final. Like, I really thought you had zero feelings for me, and that I had severely misread things.”

“You didn’t. Believe me, Mike. You didn’t,” the words tumbled out of Will’s mouth, startling both of them at once.

Mike looked down, feeling the beginnings of tears pricking his eyes. “I’m trying to.”

Will reached out to Mike and pulled his hand up into his own, his fingertips gently mapping out the veins that spread out beneath Mike’s skin. “Do you still hate yourself now?” he asked, and Mike looked up slowly.

“I’m not gonna lie, yeah, I do,” he admitted, playing with Will’s fingers as he spoke. He was not proud of the person he’d become. He relived every single one of his mistakes on a constant loop, with each day bleeding into the next. The shame devoured him like a hungry beast. Every waking moment without Will felt like suffocation. Mike slowed his movements before confessing something else, something he never thought he’d ever be able to. “But I hate living my life without you even more.”

Will let out a small sniffle at that, and Mike was quick to comfort him, his hands flying up to cup his face and swipe his tears away. Will leaned into the touch, his voice breaking. “I hate living my life without you, too.”

“Can I…” Mike hesitated, uncertainty flooding his thoughts, but he swiftly pushed it away. “Can I hug you?” he asked. Will nodded, laughing wetly as he said, “Yes, of course.”

Mike pulled Will into a tight embrace, warmth filling his body instantly as Will’s head fell against his chest, right over his heart. He could only imagine what Will was thinking, granted the fact that his heart was thrumming at record speed. Will ran his hands up Mike’s back, pulling him down slightly by his shoulderblades. Mike nestled his nose in Will’s shaggy hair, breathing him in. He still washed his hair with the coconut shampoo he’d always used. In order to avoid the temptation to inhale Will’s scalp like a vacuum, he opted to place a feather light kiss there, so light that in the future, only he would remember it happening. As they stood there, their bodies flush against one another, Mike knew he didn’t need a watch to tell that time as an entity ceased to exist. Mike and Will held each other tightly as the rest of the world fell away. This was what Mike had been waiting for. Just this. He finally felt whole again.

He wasn’t sure how long they’d been clinging to each other, or who pulled away first, but he was sure of the fact that both of them were crying. Again. “Goddamnit,” Mike laughed, practically slapping his sweatshirt sleeve up to his face to absorb the tears that fell there.

“Since when have you been a Frequent Crier?” Will teased, and Mike remembered that Will had never been exposed to the outcome of his emotional revolution before.

“What can I say?” Mike continued the bit, “Their loyalty program has really good perks.”

“Can’t argue there,” Will laughed, leaning his forehead onto Mike’s chest again as Mike’s hands ran up and down Will’s sides. He memorized the feel of Will’s improved physique, trailing his hands upwards until his hands met Will’s chest.

“Also,” Mike said into the silence, causing Will to twitch slightly, but not enough to remove his forehead from Mike’s chest. “The Heart? Didn’t know I was still held in such high esteem.” Will’s hands, which had been resting on Mike’s hips, moved forward until they were wrapped around Mike’s lower back. 

“You’ve always been my heart, Mike,” Will told him, voice steady and sure. “You never really stopped.” Mike felt his jaw drop, barely able to process what he was hearing. The words that left Will’s lips ricocheted around Mike’s brain, and he might have forgotten how to breathe for a minute. He needed Will to pinch him, so he could wake up from this… if it wasn't real, it would be a nightmare. Instead of asking Will to do it for him, he pinched himself, and felt butterflies erupt in his stomach when he didn’t snap his eyes open to the sight of his bedroom back in Indianapolis. He was still here, in Will’s room, and Will was holding him rather sensually, and Mike felt so fucking alive. 

“So… where do we go from here?” Mike whispered, and Will lifted his head, an unrecognizable look in his eyes. Mike backed away, fear slowly entering the peripherals of his mind, all possible worst-case scenarios threatening to cave in on him. He’d gone too far, been too forward, taken Will for granted, given off the impression of an ulterior motive.

“Sorry,” he said, almost a reflex at this point in his life. He always had something to be sorry for. Something to make up for. Something to–

“Me too,” Will whispered, grabbing Mike’s wrist before he could get too far. He pulled Mike back in sharply and grabbed him by the back of his neck, tugging him all the way down until their lips collided. Mike let out a little noise in absolute shock, but not wasting any time as he shoved his hands into Will’s hair, raising his head as he leaned into the heat of Will’s mouth. While Mike’s hands remained pretty central to Will’s upper body, Will’s hands roved Mike everywhere they possibly could. They lifted from Mike’s lower back, up his torso, past his chest, around the back of Mike’s head to brush the nape of his neck, through Mike’s long hair, then back down to grope Mike’s ass. Mike squeaked into Will’s mouth, and he responded with a low hum of a laugh that sent vibrations through Mike’s body and set him ablaze. Mike lowered his grip on Will’s shoulders to his biceps, squeezing them the way he’d wanted to since Will opened the door earlier that morning. Will broke the kiss then, smirking up at the taller man. “You really like my arms, don’t you?”

“Yeah, how’d you notice?” Mike tried to be sarcastic, but ended up sounding breathless. Will pressed a chaste kiss to Mike’s lips, turning them around and backing Mike up until his calves hit the base of Will’s bed. Mike was sure he had died and gone to heaven.

“You wouldn’t stop ogling. You were being so fucking obvious, it was hilarious,” Will teased, and Mike whined a little in embarrassment, but Will was having none of it, so he pushed Mike backwards until his back hit the mattress. “Don’t worry, babe, it was cute.”

Babe. Mike had thought Will would only call him that in his dreams. But this wasn’t a dream. Mike watched as Will climbed on top of him, one leg on either side of his waist, and leaned down to kiss him, nice and slow. Mike ran his tongue along Will’s lower lip, and he let Mike in immediately. They continued like that for a few minutes until Will lifted Mike’s arms up so they were pinned above his head, and Mike quietly moaned as Will began to kiss down his neck. He smiled at the ceiling. Mike Wheeler loved Will Byers, and Will Byers loved Mike Wheeler. All was right with the world.

But Mike would have a lot to explain over Christmas.

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Steddie prompt: Eddie gets roped into playing the board game Twister at a party

NGL, not sure how to write this one… so many “extra” characters around, xD I have to figure out how to handle that in a condensed way. hahaha.

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Eddie watched casually as Robin brought out Twister from some dingy closet in her house. Her parents were away for the weekend, and it was a good a time as any to host a party. It was pretty basic from what Eddie was used to—not that he was much of a partier, but he had dropped in on more than a few parties to sell. He had never really been invited to a party before… as lame as that was.

He wasn’t really sure what he was expecting, but there was drinking and Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin had already had more than a few drinks. They were all pleasantly buzzed, and laughing easily with one another. Alcohol tended to do the opposite for Eddie, and he became a bit quieter and more observant than usual. It slowed his brain down enough that he relaxed (probably didn’t help that he had weed before getting here too).

“Rules!” Robin said, holding out the mat and handing one corner to Steve to stretch across the floor. “If you fall, you take a shot! Last man standing gets to dare everyone to do something—-within reason!”

“You’re all going down,” Steve said cheerfully, a big smile on his face and a competitive twinkle in his eye.

Eddie just stared, keen on watching the fun until he made eye contact with Steve. He grinned wider and came over, grabbing Eddie by the hand.

“Come on, Munson. Don’t be a weenie,” he encouraged, obviously feeling his cups.

“Woah—no, no,” Eddie replied awkwardly as he was dragged onto the floor. “Unfair, I’m not playing against swim-captain, basketball star.”

Steve laughed loudly at that, not taking no as an answer as he pulled Eddie to the corner of the mat.

“You against shots now? So worried that what I’m going to dare you to do will be that bad? Didn’t know you gave up that easily,” Steve taunted, sounding more than a little confident.

Eddie couldn’t really help how that stirred his chest and poked at his competative streak. He was a sore loser, he knew it, but he also couldn’t just let Steve wipe the floor. No way Robin or Jonathan were going to win, and somehow Eddie doubted that Nancy would be able to reach from one side of the board to the other.

“What if I win?” Eddie asked, raising a brow and feeling his stomach bubble with a bit of excitement.

“Then I’ll do whatever you want,” Steve retorted easily, his smile all good spirted, but with a hint of something more behind it.

Eddie blinked, not sure if that look was meant to be a taunt or what. It almost felt flirtatious, but there was no way that Steve was flirting with him. It caught him off guard, and before he knew it, Robin was yelling at him to put his left foot on yellow.

Eddie scrambled, awkwardly putting his beer down and then stomping onto the mat. Steve was still smiling at him, even as he crouched down and put his hand on one of the blue dots.

Why was he doing this? How did he get roped into this? It really took no effort at all before he was standing overtop of Steve, hair falling into his face while Steve stretched for another colour across the mat. Jonathan had it easy at the other end of the game board, and Eddie couldn’t even see where Nancy was right now.

“This feels like cheating,” Steve said, blowing Eddie’s hair out of his face.

“Hazard of the sport—“ Eddie huffed, not sure how much longer he could stay standing like this.

Steve was moving again, stretching up and over Eddie’s hand so he was braced under him like they were frozen in free fall. Eddie hovering on above, and Steve arched upward so his back was off the mat, almost face to face. They were practically on top of one another, and Eddie wasn’t sure if he had ever really been this close to Steve’s face before.

Jonathan tapped out and Steve yelled excitedly, the smell of beer rolling off his breath.

“Don’t get too excited—-“ Eddie puffed, grateful that his position was much easier than Steve’s right now. He grumbled when he had to pull his hand away, stretch and planting it awkwardly between Steve’s legs, his face practically resting on Steve’s stomach. “How’s your core doing?”

Steve snorted, and Eddie felt his shirt against his cheek.

“Keep your mouth shut, Munson. No making me laugh,” Steve teased, closing his eyes as Nancy took her turn. She was pretzeled awkwardly, but mostly contained to one corner, which was lucky. That was until now, as she stretched to put her arm by Steve’s head, trying to keep her crouching position. She toppled and Steve made another noise of excitement, while Eddie grinned back.

He liked this actually. He liked seeing Steve competitive, but in a good-hearted kind of way. It felt easy, and Eddie had to admit that he really didn’t mind being this close to Steve.

“Rob, are there rules against making someone laugh?” Eddie asked, watching Steve’s expression as he spoke.

“No, just no touching. Well, like, some contact is fine, but no putting your weight on someone or knocking them over,” she said, “right foot green, Eddie.”

Eddie smiled again as his positioning got easier, crouching beside Steve and tipping his head so his cheek was almost touching his belly.

“I think I’m at an advantage,” Eddie teased, tossing his head back so his hair flicked over his shoulder dramatically. “I’m way funnier than you.”

“No way—-shut up,” Steve laughed while he struggled to move his hand to a different colour and keep the same position he was in. It really did take a lot of core strength to say in that position, and Eddie watched with amusement as Steve’s shirt rode up a bit.

“I think you’re much mistake, my lord,” Eddie joked, moving to stretch his arm under Steve’s back, now brace directly beside him. “I’m the funniest man alive. A regular court jester—-a clown, even.”

Steve snorted again, and Eddie watched as he dipped a bit, before regaining his footing.

“Stop it—“ he chuckled, still in good spirits.

“A clown must never give up his craft. It is like a blade; if it were to dull, how could I land the final blow?” Eddie asked, leaning closer to Steve’s stomach and sticking his tongue out. “Want to test and see how sharp my tongue is?”

Steve’s eyes widened, his smile even bigger. Eddie wiggled his tongue, threatening to lick right into his bellybutton.

“Don’t—-“ Steve chastised, sucking in his stomach to try and get away.

Eddie just inched closer, waggling his brows while he did it.

“Gross—don’t!” Steve laughed, recoiling as much as he could before his laughter became too much.

Steve dropped the last few inches and fell onto his back, laughing in a way that only a drunk person could.

“Man! That’s fucking cheating!” Steve yelled, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he snickered, before smiling fondly up at Eddie.

Eddie just grinned back, more than a little pleased as he as he sat down hard on his butt and puffed out a relieved breath.

“Fair and square! I didn’t touch you man—not my fault you’re worried about a little tongue play,” Eddie teased, sticking his tongue out again.

“Man, fuck off,” Steve laughed, sitting up and shoving Eddie in the shoulder, still having a great time.

Eddie just smiled, feeling a warmth rush over him as they jostled each other and joked around. It felt nice, and he liked being close to Steve like this. He never would have guessed that they’d get along so well. He felt… smitten, as he watched Robin hand him a shot and he threw it back and then shook his head from the flavour.

“So… what’re you asking for?” Steve questioned, sighing heavily as he turned his attention back to Eddie.

“Anything I want, right?” Eddie asked, his eyes glinting a bit as he watched Steve lean back on his elbows, stretching his body out like a cat. “Why don’t we play a little game of spin the bottle?”

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Richkid!Jongho pt. 2

here’s part one if you want to read it :)

It’s been a few weeks since the incident with your car

Jongho had taken it upon himself to be your designated chauffeur which, you’re ngl, was really nice

that weekend after your car had given up on you, the two of you went to visit Jongho’s mechanic friend Mingi

Mingi was nice

you liked him

his “shop”, if you could even call it that, was a little garage in some random house he was apparently renting out to work in

prior to this visit, you had asked Jongho on your way to school how you were supposed to get your car to Mingi’s shop

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it” was all he had replied

stupid rich kids and their ominous words 

Sure enough, the Saturday Jongho picked you up, your car was gone from your driveway

“What did you do with my car, Choi?” You had asked, staring him down from outside his car

if questioned, Jongho would deny the funny feeling in his chest when you looked at him like that

“It’s already waiting at the shop for us, so c’mon, let’s get going.”

when the two of you had arrived to Mingi’s shop, you were pleasantly surprised at how organized and mechanic-y everything seemed

you’re not really sure what you were expecting tbh

when Jongho said he had a friend who was good with cars

you thought he might’ve been talking about some old guy his family knew or something

not an incredibly tall, incredibly handsome man with a cute smile

if your mind wasn’t already preoccupied by a certain someone, you could have very easily fallen for this Mingi guy

“Mingi, this is my friend (Y/n), her car stopped turning on a few days ago and I was wondering if you could check it out.”

as straightforward as ever, that Jongho

“Hi,” you waved a little awkwardly

Mingi returned the gesture with a small “hello” before raising a brow at Jongho

“(Y/n), huh?”

luckily for Jongho, you were a little too busy looking around the garage to notice this exchange between the two friends

it was also lucky for Mingi because Jongho had already planned about five different ways he could make the tall boy disappear without a trace if needed

“So, do you think you could help her out?” Jongho had asked, trying to get out of there as soon as possible

Mingi nodded

“Yeah but it’ll take me at least a week and a half, I’ve got a lot of school things going on plus some other clients I’m working on first”

you blinked in surprise

“Oh, you’re in school too?”

Mingi hummed

“Yup, I’m a year older than this kid over here,” he nodded his head towards Jongho, who rolled his eyes

“I’ve never seen you around before,” you mentioned offhandedly

“I go to a different school than you two”

you nodded

“Well, thank you for agreeing to help me out with my car, I really do appreciate it,” you thanked Mingi sincerely

“Of course! Any friend of Jongho’s is a friend of mine.”

his smile is so cute

“Okay well, now that that’s settled, we should get going now, thanks man,” Jongho all but pushed you out of the shop

“Bye Mingi!” you waved, barely catching the small wave he returned 

once the two of you were gone, Mingi couldn’t help but laugh to himself 

“that kid” he shook his head before returning back to work

it had been a few weeks since then and now, you officially had your car back

the morning your car had been returned to you, you were peacefully sleeping in, seeing as it was a Sunday and you had completed all your assignments for the weekend

then, your phone began buzzing incessantly 

with your eyes still closed, you reached a hand out from your little blanket burrito and blindly reached for the annoying device

“what?” you questioned, annoyed that whoever was calling you had so rudely disturbed your beauty rest

“oh, so I guess you don’t want your car back?” Jongho’s teasing voice sounded through the speaker 

“huh?” you yawned

“I’m outside with your car,” was all Jongho had managed to get out before you cut him off

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you yelled into the phone, running outside 

sure enough, there stood Jongho, leaning against your precious car

“my baby,” you whispered, softly touching the roof of the car

Jongho laughed 

“alright weirdo, Mingi said it was a problem with the engine, but he went ahead and fixed it up for you. He said to let him know if you have anymore problems and he’ll be happy to fix it for you.”

but you were hardly listening, already sitting in the driver’s seat, happy beyond belief that your car had finally been returned 

and maybe a little sad you wouldn’t be able to see Jongho everyday

stepping out of your car, you threw your arms around Jongho’s neck 

“thank you” you whispered sincerely 

the poor boy had frozen as soon your skin touched his, but he was quick to snap himself out of it and placed his hands softly on your waist 

“anything for a friend” he swallowed

now that your car had officially been returned, you began brainstorming ways to pay Jongho back for being your chauffeur

except there was one tiny problem 

you had no idea what to do

so, after four days of being unable to come up with anything, you decided to ask someone who would for sure know what Jongho would like 

“Mingi I need your help” you all but yelled as you walked into his garage 

you startled him from where he laid under a car and he jumped, smacking his head on the underside of the car

“oh fuck” the man cursed 

“oh my god I’m so sorry” you apologized, running over to where he was sliding out 

Mingi waved you off, saying he just gets startled easily 

“So,” he started, wiping some sweat off his forehead

“What’s up? Did something happen with your car again?” he asked concerned

you shook your head

“No, actually, my car’s never run this smooth before so thank you”

He blushed 

“I need help with Jongho” you admitted

“Finally!” Mingi threw his hands up in the air 

“Do you know how much that kid talks about you? At first it was cute, but after a while, it got really annoying. Honestly, I’m glad you’re confessing first because for some reason he doesn’t have the balls to do it, keeps saying that he ‘doesn’t think you feel the same’.” he made air quotes when he said those last few words

“Uh, Mingi?” your face felt hot 

“which is a load of bs because you guys are obviously so into each other,” the man in front of you continues 

“Mingi, I’m not confessing!” you blurt out

he stops 

“What?”

“I-I’m not confessing to Jongho” you stammer out 

“I want to do something to thank him for helping me out the past few weeks, but I don’t know what he likes or doesn’t like so I have no clue what to do” you explain

it’s quiet for a moment 

“oh”

the two of you stare at each other in silence before Mingi clears his throat

“well, confession or not, it’s all the same,” he starts 

you open your mouth to correct him, but he doesn’t let you speak

“Jongho’s a simple man. He’s not huge on big displays of affection or flashy parties or gifts or anything. He prefers small, but sentimental things, you know, like something that shows that you put some time and effort into it” Mingi explains

you nod, taking mental notes

“But honestly, because it’s you, Jongho would be happy even if you gave him a piece of fruit,” Mingi fixes you with look you can’t quite understand

electing to ignore the last comment, you take Mingi’s advice into consideration

“Alright that makes sense”

you fix your bag that rests on your shoulder

“Well, thank you for all your help Mingi” 

he waves you off 

“It’s nothing”

“But,” Mingi points at you, “if you guys end up together, you’ll have to give me the credit”

you roll your eyes, shoving him slightly 

“Bye Mingi” you walk out of his shop, his loud laugh echoing behind you

that night, you had stayed up thinking of different things you might be able to do 

“something small, but sentimental,” you muttered to yourself, laying on your bed

suddenly, a thought popped into your head

you scrambled to grab your phone, sending Jongho a message to meet you at your place the next morning 

“ok” he replied, surprisingly fast

smiling to yourself, you stood up and began gathering the things you were going to need to pull this off

the next morning, you were already outside standing in front of your car when Jongho pulled up in front of your house 

he quickly parked before stepping out onto the sidewalk and making his way over to you

“care to explain why you needed me here so urgently?” he questioned

you smiled brightly at him

“It’s finally time to pay you back for all your help!” you exclaimed

Jongho let out a small “ah” before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out his phone

“what are you doing?” you asked puzzled

“sending you my bank account info” came his simple reply 

you couldn’t help the way your mouth dropped open

Jongho glanced up and let out a happy laugh at your reaction 

“I’m kidding.” 

you pouted at his laughter and punched his arm 

“jerk” you muttered

“no but seriously,” he continued once his laughter had died down. “what’s the plan?”

“well now, telling you would ruin the fun, wouldn’t it?” you teased 

“just get in the car and you’ll find out,” you called as you unlocked your car and walked over to the driver’s side 

once the two of you sat in your car, you inserted the key and listened as the engine came to life

“if you’re driving, I might have to tell my family to get the will ready,” Jongho grimaced

“oh shut up, you drama queen,” you rolled your eyes as the two of you took off

a thirty minute drive later, you two had finally arrived to an empty parking lot

turning off your car, you excitedly got out and began grabbing something from the trunk that Jongho couldn’t see 

“You know,” Jongho started as he recognized where the two of you were at

it was a small, mostly unknown park on top of a hill that overlooked your city

“If you brought me here to kill me and take my money, you should’ve at least made me turn off my location,” he teased

only to stop abruptly when he finally faced you

his eyes took in your small, slightly awkward smile as you faced him

in your hands was a wicker basket and over your arm was a blanket 

a picnic basket he realized 

“surprise” you laughed nervously 

Jongho didn’t say anything, so you continued speaking 

“I said I was going to pay you back somehow and this is what I came up with. I know it’s small and nothing fancy, especially compared to what you might be used to, but I had some help from Mingi and he said you weren’t a fan of flashy or extravagant gifts-”

your rambling was cut short when Jongho took a step forward so that the two of you were inches apart

“Thank you,” he whispered, staring into your eyes

your mind blanked and all you could think about was how close he was

“uh, yeah” you said breathlessly, unable to break the eye contact the two of you held. “anytime”

Jongho broke the eye contact when he gently grabbed the basket out of your arms 

before you could even begin protesting, he gently shushed you 

“what kind of gentleman would I be if I made you do all the heavy lifting?” he quirked a brow 

“well that could hardly be considered heavy” you replied, ignoring the warmth in your chest 

you two entered the park, and once you found a suitable patch of grass to rest on, Jongho helped you fix the blanket and take out all the food you had prepared 

you guys ate comfortably, making light-hearted conversation and cracking jokes 

sometimes, it felt as if the two of you had known each other forever 

“so,” Jongho started once you guys had finished your sandwiches

“you went to Mingi for help?” 

you let out a small laugh

“yeah, well, I was going crazy trying to figure out a way to repay you and finally I decided, hey, might as well ask someone who’s close to you because then I definitely can’t mess up”

your mind went back to the conversation you had with the mechanic 

“it’s funny though,” you began 

Jongho hummed, urging you to continue 

“Mingi thought I was confessing to you.”

Jongho couldn’t help but choke on his drink 

“ohmygod” you watched as Jongho coughed violently

you reached into the picnic basket and pulled out some extra napkins you had brought with you, handing them to Jongho 

“are you okay?” you asked with genuine concern

Jongho nodded, using the napkins to wipe down his pants where he had spilled his drink 

“yeah, that just caught me by surprise” he choked out, trying to ignore the way his neck was beginning to feel hot 

there was brief moment of awkward silence 

“what did you say?” 

“huh?” you turned to Jongho wide-eyed

“to Mingi?” he clarified. “What did you tell him when he asked you that?”

You let out a nervous laugh 

“I mean, I told him what I was planning, which he didn’t seem to believe for some reason.”

you could feel Jongho’s stare on the side of your face, which caused you continue talking 

“Yeah, he mentioned something about you having feelings for me? Which I didn’t believe, because like, you’re the Choi Jongho and I’m just some student on a scholarship and we’ve only known each other for a few months so it wouldn’t really make sense.”

Jongho frowned at the way you seemed to talk down upon yourself 

“What if he was right?” he cut you off 

“What?”

“What if Mingi was right, that I have feelings for you?” Jongho repeated himself. 

your mind went blank, and you could do nothing but stare at Jongho

when did he get so close you wondered, noticing how he was now a few inches away from your face

you swallowed harshly, your mouth suddenly feeling dry 

you pretended not to notice the way his eyes glanced quickly at your lips before returning to your eyes 

ever so slowly, Jongho neared your face until you could feel his breath on your lips

“Is this okay?” he whispered

you opted not to answer and instead leaned forward to close the tiny gap that rested between you two 

Jongho’s lips were incredibly soft, you noted

he was also an incredibly gentle kisser, bringing his hand up to softly hold your cheek

he kissed you like he had all the time in the world

after what felt like forever, the two of separated to catch your breath

Jongho rested his forehead softly on yours, keeping his hand on your cheek to stroke the sides of your face

“wow” you said breathlessly 

Jongho giggled, a gummy smile overtaking his face and his eyes turning into little crescents 

“I’ve been wanting to do that forever” he shyly admits

you smile, scooting closer to him and leaning your head onto his shoulder 

Jongho’s arm slowly sneaks around your waist and he turns his head to lay a soft kiss on your head 

there, the two of you sit contently in each other’s arms watching the sun rise over your city

                                         ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

and yes, in case it wasn’t obvious, I am jongho biased.

#jongho x reader #choi jongho x reader #jongho imagines #choi jongho fluff #ateez jongho #ateez jongho x reader #ateez imagines #jongho timestamp #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #richkid!jongho #ateez au #jongho au

[eldritch-spouse]

I’m terrified of bees, wasps, and stinging insects in general. So if one of Colmei’s bee children buzzed up to me I would probably-

https://www.tiktok.com/@bbeabeee/video/7129097886352051502?lang=en (the sound of someone hitting a giant wasp with a metal bowl is honestly really satisfying ngl)

-Not because I have anything against Colmei or his kids, I just get surprised easily and would forget that the random bee hovering next to me isn’t trying to attack me.  

[I WISH I WAS THAT BRAVE.]

NO, don't hurt his colony!!!

Colmei will immediately know when one of his colony members has been injured or killed, because the rest of the group will quickly pass signals around to their strongest member, him. Since Colmei sees you as his Queen, so do his bees/wasps/hornets, and they're very confused as to why you're making distressed noises when they try to interact with you!! Why did you hurt them?!?!

The beekeeper is very stressed about this and will quickly usher you away from the main hive. He needs to somehow make you understand that you're not in danger. He can guess that maybe you've had negative experiences with the varied species that are a part of his colony, especially because some are notoriously aggressive, but they're under his control. They work well together, like little puzzles pieces all molded together, loyal to him and you. Colmei keeps himself close to your figure as he calls the smallest bumblebee of his colony to his dark finger, allowing it to move into your palm. Colmei rubs your shoulders and tries to buzz in a soothing manner while the small insect explores harmlessly.

After a few minutes of this, a bigger one is called, then a honeybee, even a blue orchard bee. Then come the wasps, which albeit usually bigger, are just as docile as their counterparts. And, finally, hornets approach, poising next to the others curiously. You'll be surrounded by a third of the hive at some point. Not a single one of these insects appears agitated, though they do pause whenever your fear spikes, as if trying to make themselves smaller.

Colmei hopes you understand this demonstration for what it is, a sign of immense trust and acceptance. But, just in case the message isn't clear yet, you'll start to get little presents from the less busy colony members. Sometimes a tiny flower, other times small shiny things they can lift into flight. They also tried to give you a sugary yogurt they stole from someone...

#Beekeeper boie

[itsohh]

The Engagement

A/N: Female reader, I’m calling them parts even though its a series and not a multichapter fic. Feels good to write some angst. Floreance and the Machine was good. Encore was the best part of the concert ngl.

Summary: In the middle of a mission, Simon picks properly the worst possible time to ask you a rather important question. 

Word count:  1519

Warnings: Angst, injury

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Sometimes missions went well, all according to plan with little problems. Quick and easy. In and out. Five minutes gain intel, kill some people and get out. In other cases, things went poorly. Intel could be wrong, there could be more people than expected. There had been the odd time that the blueprints supplied were out of date. Unfortunately for you, out of those two options, this situation was the latter.

Communication was hard it hear, static breaking through every order, every command. Only the briefest of words could be heard through them. Jammers. "Captain?" Gaz's voice was a shout next to you and although you heard him next to you, his voice never came through the com.

"What do we do now?" He turned to you, keeping an eye on your combined surroundings. Cover allowed the pair of you to talk.

"The missions a bust, fuck. We have to hope that Soap managed to complete it. For now, we head to extraction."

"Copy."

Gunfire consumed the air and slowly but surely the pair of you made decent time to the extraction point. It was certainly far too hot for a proper extraction but you had hoped that the others would at least regroup with you there. When you neared a crackling broke through your communications and you heard the sound of your Captain's voice.

"Captain!" You ducked down behind cover, Gaz following your lead. "Captain, can you hear me?"

"--- Copy --- Gaz?"

"With me."

"Good --- extraction --- Ghost --- hurt --- south ---"

"Negative sir, repeat?"

"--- Half a klick southwest --- extraction---" With a roar of buzzing the Captain went silent.

"Captain? Captain?" No reply.

Scoped in, Gaz peaked over your cover to examine the estimated location that Price had spoken. "It's on the other side of this hill, if we can get to it the hill will act as cover for a heli." You nodded at the man.

"Right, let's get to extraction then."

If one thing could go right it was probably the best thing that could go right. Just as Gaz had said, on the other side of the hill a chopper lay in wait. The pilot was there with another person next to him.

"Good to see the pair of you. Was a mission on its own trying to get ahold of anyone." The pilot welcomed the pair of you aboard.

"Yeah, there's a bunch of interference, we think someone is jamming." Gaz spoke while the pair of you attached yourselves to a tether.

"Have you heard from any of the others?" You leaned over the seat slightly to look through the front of the helicopter.

"Negative, not since we had the initial call."

"Shit, any exspected ETA?"

"Negative again Doctor. We have cover here for extraction but I doubt for long."

"Hey, I think I can see them!" Gaz's voice had you snap back and look through the open side. Two figures were tight together while another covered their back. A few blinks and you were able to make out how Ghost leaned on Soap while Price was behind them. Right away from the posture, you could tell that Ghost was injured.

"Fuck!" Immediately you started to prepare. Scissors and emergency bandages were pulled out of your medic pack while your mind turned fully into medical care mode as Gaz and Soap helped Ghost into the chopper. "Lie him down, Gaz strap his leg in. Exit wound Soap? Any other wounds?"

"Negative, still in his lower torso. He's lost a lot of blood." True to his words, blood covered Ghost's shoulder and chest as well as his hands and Soap. "It went right through his vest. Sniper."

"Help me get him out of it. I can't see with it on."

"On it." Like a well-oiled machine, the pair of you removed his vest and you promptly started to cut away his shirt underneath.

"Bullets still inside Ghost, don't know how deep but I need to stop this blood flow." Your focus was completely on your partner- no, patient. So much so that you didn't notice the chopper lift off the ground or Price's concerned gaze. Light strained gasps were muffled through his mask were all that he could manage to get out.

"What I'm going to do is wrap you up okay? Going to stop that blood flow so we can operate when we have more blood." You tore your eyes off him to glance at Soap. "Help me angle him for a second. This needs to go around him." Something akin to a groan rumbled from Ghost’s body as the pair of you lift him off the ground slightly, just enough for you to slip the bandage around him. There was a sudden movement from Ghost as his hand snapped out and wrapped itself around Soap's wrist. “It’s okay Ghost, we will put you down in a second.”

Yet Ghost didn’t let go. “Lay him back down.” Your eyes could only afford to dart between the two men for a second, needing to secure the bandage. With what little strength Ghost had, he pulled Soap's hand towards his chest, their eyes having a conversation.

“Don’t tell me you actually…” When Ghost didn’t let go of the man, Soap let out a curse under his breath and his hand went to the front pocket of his pushed-aside vest.

“John?” Eyes flashing up you gave him a confused look.

“This- he.” Soap swallowed and opened the small box and there sat a metal band. A small simple ring with engraving on the inside. “He wants to marry you.” What. You froze for a second. Simon was asking you to marry him? Your mind was transported back to when the pair of you had been joking about it, just months ago. A hypothetical he wished to make into a reality. He wanted you to be with him for the rest of his life, someone to love and cherish. To spend every waking moment by your side. That fact circled in your mind. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

...

The rest of his ever-shortening dying life! You snapped out of your frozen daze, wide eyes as you forced yourself into your focused state again. Any longer could have killed him.

“Are you serious Simon? No. I’m not accepting a proposal from Soap.” You pulled the bandage sight and finished securing it. “Do you think my medical skills are that piss poor that you're going to fucking die? No, you're living Simon and then you can ask me yourself.” Your voice hissed, passion in your eyes. There was anger but not an anger that could be described as mad. You were scared, terrified of losing him. Simon was acting like he was already gone, that this was his final moments. There would be no tomorrow. No more waking up in his arms, no more cheeky dark jokes under his breath. No more late nights watching the world go by. No more holidays together, warm and safe in the comfort of your shared bath. No more staring into those beautiful and expressive brown eyes of his.

Yet you couldn't accept that. Couldn't accept what he had decided. You hadn't spent all those years becoming a doctor only for the most important person in your life to die in your hands. He would live, he would see tomorrow. He would ask you to marry him with his own mouth, in the privacy of each other's company. Mask removed and smile full of heart. Simon would be there at the end of the aisle and Price would deliver you to him.

Gaz would cry and Soap would tease him but follow suit. Simon would retire with you every night after. Right there at your side. Exhausted but happy to be in each other's company. Perhaps one day in the future one of you would go on a mission and never return or perhaps the pair of you would grow old together, retire and be a pair of grumpy old people, still so in love after so long of life together. Yet he didn't think that dream would come true. Simon thought he was going to die here. But no he wouldn't, you had decided he was going to live and god help anyone who implied otherwise.

Ghost's body shook, just a tad. Barely noticeable at all and for a second your eyes scanned for any other wound that you had missed. That was until you realised he was laughing. The hand that had previously been around Soap's wrist, reached for you. His blood-stained gloves graced your face, a kiss of contact. One that stained your face crimson with his fleeting life. And he continued to shake, continue to laugh. Expresion hidden away behind his mask but with eyes so gentle and full of kindness. A look only ever reserved for the pair of you. Laughing ever so slightly as his eyes slowly closed and didn't open up.

#ghost x reader #mw2 x reader #cod x reader #mw2 #cod #call of duty #simon riley

[crushedgraham]

sorry about the whole thing getting deleted 😭 as I was saying, are you able to write tracer and fem! Insecure gf? (I’m sorry again bu the way 😭)

Tracer x Insecure Gf hc's

writing for tracer's pretty hard ngl especially bc this was my first time writing for her so she's probably pretty ooc. i dont really like this one so let me know what i can tweak to make it more like her!

the best out of all the girlies at comforting

her hugs?

THE BEST.

no matter how tall you are, she'll always raise herself onto her tippy toes and squeeze you tight

i feel like a large portion of your insecurity is stemmed from just how fast she goes

and not just physically

lena speeds her way throughout life and it can be hard to keep up

she's always getting into new hobbies and making friends

honestly it makes you feel pretty bad about yourself

it's especially hard because of how little you seem to make an impact in her life meanwhile she's completely changed yours

but that's not true at all

in her yoga classes, lena always bring you up to her classmates

in the overwatch jet and her locker, she has your picture taped up

when she has to stay at watchpoint gibraltar, she keeps some of your spare clothes in her storage box and has a picture of you two on her desk

you can ask any of the other agents and they'll tell you just how whipped you have this girl

when lena starts noticing these insecurities she'll invite you a lot more adamantly to accompany her

jogging together in the mornings, yoga classes on the weekends, cooking games with hana, etc

and if you don't feel up to going out then you two will just lounge around in the living room of your apartment

the morning glow will highlight your features and you'll catch her smiling up at you with a goofy lovesick grin

"you're so beautiful, y'know that love?"

lena just wants you to love yourself as much as she loves you :(

i feel like her love languages are physical touch and quality time

this means that she'll be buzzing around, pulling all of her friends into tight hugs and inviting them out for lunch

it gets to the point that she has so many things to do that she's seeing her yoga classmates and work buddies more than you

which branches a new insecurity

lena gets so caught up being the speedy social butterfly that she forgets that she may be crossing a boundary in your relationship

so for once, she slows down.

she takes you out to your favorite park and you sit there together, just enjoying the breeze and sounds of nature

her hand finds yours and she apologizes, asking how you need her to support you in your moments of insecurity

you talk for a while and when the sun starts setting, lena pulls out a small velvet box

a promise ring glimmers in the golden rays of sunshine

"i can't promise that i'll stop being fast because that's just who i am. but i can promise that i'll always come back to you, no matter where i am or who i'm with, you will always be my start and my finish."

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #tracer #tracer x reader #tracer overwatch #tracer ow #lena oxton #lena oxton x reader

[royalty-unknown]

You. Are. Loved

Cg!Eddie Munson x Cg!Steve Harrington x little!reader

WARNING : angst/fluff, SELF-HARM!, Toxic families, Anti-agere(form parent or gaurdian) ,Poly relationship, Age regression, violence(Slight hitting),Big space *Only for a little* crying, Shaking, slight Aggressiveness from Steve but nothing serious, Mentions of blood, bad grammar, terribly written, mistakes, cursing, partially based on a true story. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ! thank you~

Hewo! This is my Second story and I’m just want to say this is sfw ONLY and not a kink. It is a coping mechanism used to help in many different ways and is NOT ddlg. Heads up it's kinda longish ngl but this is my second time writing a story so I put much thought into it! Please take note that this is partially based on a true story aka my life. (DISCALAIMER) SELF HARM IS NOT AN AESTHETIC!! 

Half Summary: You didn’t quite know why you self-harmed…Fucking hell. yes you did it was beacause of your family/mom/dad/gardian/etc Constantly body shaming, yelling, controlling, (etc) and most importantly neglecting (at) you so you used Age regression as a way to help you. Your boyfriends Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson were your Caregivers and loved you so much and never judged you. You felt like age regression was really helping you get past the past..That was until your mom/dad/guardian/etc walked in your room as you were trying to shift with your Paci in your mouth and bottle next to you while watching cartoons..She took everything

“M-Mom (/dad/guardian/etc) wait! Give it back!” y/n said “NO What is this bullshit! Your acting like a baby and its Stupid you know God wants us to grow not act like a baby be the big girl you oh so claim to be and figure out your problems like a normal human being and GROW THE FUCK UP!” your mom said yelling and shouting at you which you were sensitive to and throwing the paci and bottle away. you flinched and whimpered. She left and slammed your room door shut. You broke down in tears as you started to pack your stuff, just some clothes and the f/c (Favorite color) stuffie that Eddie and Steve gifted to you after learning about your age regression about 2 years ago. Then you see it..The box that you keep your razor in you set down your f/c (Favorite color) bag with cute fidgets, keychains and things that you can play with which Steve and Eddie also gifted to you as one of your birthday presents.

You opened the box, saw the razor and everythings came back to you, that feeling that never gets old. Eddie and Steve knew about your self harm and you told them you stopped and you did..at the time you told them. You tried to stop but everytime something bad happened you did it. You had been clean for about 2 months now and today you told yourself only 5 cuts…but 5 turned into 10…and 10 turned into 20…. And before you knew it you were at 38…you were crying so much just wishing Steve and Eddie we’re there to stop you..now you felt like your arm was ruined by cuts..you put the razor back into the box and packed it still sobbing. You had no Idea why you still lived with your parents/parents/guardian/etc . You just didn’t when you turned 18 (or age) you could move out but you didn’t in hopes to fix things but no you made everything worse you thought. You grabbed your bag and left getting into your car. You're still sobbing and crying and you started to drive. You didn’t know where you just drove not even noticing that your cuts we’re bleeding badly and needed to be treated soon, you left at 2:22pm and didn’t stop driving until about 10:22pm your walkie was in the passenger seat eddie and steve decorated it for you it was f/c (Favorite color) with f/t (favorite things) type stickers it buzzed and then you heard steve's voice “Y/n?? Y/n come in! Where are you?” You thought about not picking it up but that would just cause them to worry more “Y/N/? Baby are you ok??” Eddie said you slowly picked it up hesitantly but still you pressed that button now there was no going back “y-yes..” you said weakly with a slight crack in your voice. “Baby! Oh god! Where are you? It's been 3 days!” Steve said then it hit you..You 're driving for three days straight, you 're thinking too much. You looked at your arm and saw a lot of dried up blood  “Sweetheart!” Eddie called “y-yes s-sorry um…” You looked around to see that you weren't far from Steve's house “I-I actually am heading to steve’s house..” you said as you drove there “No. No. Well yes come here but tell us where you have been and where you are now.” Steve said it in a tone that scared you slightly. You put the walkie down and drove to Steve's house ignoring the questions from Dustin, Nancy, Steve, Eddie and Max as well. About 1 hour later when you were at Steve's house you grabbed your bag and opened the car door shutting and locking it then walking up to his door putting your sleeve down so they didn’t see the cuts. You opened  the door to see a Steve whose head was in his hands slightly in his hair while his leg was bouncing up and down and a Eddie who was mumbling things about you and pacing back and forth they,turned their heads to the door because it opened and saw you.

Their eyes widened and they ran up to you and hugged you “Where were you y/n??” Steve said “We were worried sick” Eddie added on. It took you a moment to reply but you shrugged and just walked up to Steve's room causing them to let go and follow you “Hey! Answer me!” Steve said, grabbing your arm slightly raising his voice..You flinched and tears fell out of your eye’s..not only because he yelled but because he was grabbing your arm too tight..the same arm you cut “O-Owie!” You said starting to shift into little space “Let Go!” You said snatching your arm back but his grip only got tighter causing you to let out a quiet sob and tried to hit his chest as hard as you can over and over but the punches only came out as soft little hits (The same exact thing that mike did to hopper when mike found out hopper was hiding el) “Y-”steve started trying to stop and hug you Hit “H-Hey” Eddie stepped in and held you from behind wrapping his arms around you waist but you hit him saying “Lwet! gwo!” hitting him again the punches became softer and softer until you're just bawling your eyes and heart out into Eddie’s chest. Steve let go of your wrist and hugged you not knowing exactly what to do, eddie picked you up rocking you and gently shushing you he himself didn’t know what to do but he just thought this was the best Idea you sobs tuned into cries which turned into whimpers which turned into sniffles which turned into soft snores Steve got out your f/c (Favorite color) pj’s and made a bath while eddie laid you down slowly taking off your bottoms as to not wake you up he did the same with the shirts and undergarments and it wasn’t until he picked you up and brought you to the tub that he noticed..the cuts..”s-steve” he whispered “hm?-'' he stopped when he came in and saw your arm “baby…” he walked to you and gently picked up your arm so as to not wake you up and closed his eyes with some tears falling and sighed. “I’ll get the first aid kit..” Eddie said wiping his eyes to avoid tears but they still left his eyes. After 20 mins you were washed up and your scars were wrapped and treated. Steve picked you up and wrapped you in your f/c (Favorite color) towel and took you to the bed lotioning you (Etc) and putting on your pj’s (For my black girl audience like me or just audience that wraps their hair up if there’s any they did wrap your hair up scarf/bonnet etc) and laid you down putting a paci in your mouth and your bottle with water in it on the nightstand next to you. They got in the bed on each side of you, kissed your forehead, put their foreheads together, hugged each other then kissed each other's forehead saying good night, laying down and going to sleep. 

10am You woke up, Not sure where you were and not remembering anything you rubbed the sleepiness out of your eyes and realized you were in your boyfriend(s) home in his bed alone and you had your pj’s on, paci in your mouth and your arms were wrapped. You started to panic they find out about you cutting before you could get too deep in thought the door opened to reveal your two lovely boyfriends with f/p/b/f (Favorite pancakes/ breakfast food) and eddie with your bottle filled with milk “Morning little one” Steve said “Morning bubba” Eddie said “M-Mornwing daddies” you said looking into your lap playing with the bandages not sure if they were still upset about the cutting “Sweetheart look at me” Eddie said setting the bottle on the nightstand and sitting on the bed and grabbing your arms and folding them so your hand was over your cuts on each arm “No.” you unfolded your arms confused and he folded them again “No.” Eddie said you unfolded them getting that he’s saying no to you cutting and he folded them again “No.” Eddie said grabbing in between your folded arms holding them together “Talk to us..we are here we love you and you and us both know that this is not helping.” Steve said, setting down the tray of food. You were sobbing Eddie pulled you onto his lap and hugged you, Steve softly sushing you and Eddie holding you close to and rocking you. Once you stopped crying they sat you down and each wiped each eye “Talk to us baby..What made you do this to your pretty arms?..” Steve said, taking off the bandages. You let everything out and told them everything from your family/mom/dad/guardian/etc being toxic to your mom/dad/guardian/etc throwing away your paci and bottle. They were furious by the time you finished talking. “Live here.” Steve said “h-huh-” “Live here. So this can stop. we can stand seeing you struggle like this little one” steve said “We will talk to you about it when your big again but until then~” Eddie started planting kisses all over your face while steve kissed over top of your cuts causing you to let out giggles and laughs “Your pretty” Eddie said in between kisses “Your worth it” Steve said in between kisses and more compliments and kisses just kept coming until you heard “You. Are. Loved.” Eddie said, `` Which made you smile as your lip quivered “You hear us little one? You. Are Loved No matter what. So promise us you will talk to us when you're sad or you feel like you want to hurt yourself again. Please..” Steve added on it took you a second but you said it “I prwomise daddys.” they smiled “Thank you princess” Steve said “Thank you sweetheart” Eddie said “I’s wuv chu daddas” you said “We love you too little one” They said sitting up steve wrapping your arm up and eddie Cutting up your b/f (Breakfast food) into smaller pieces so you don't choke and once steve was done you 3 ended up eating, cuddling, and watching cartoons all day.

 <3

Word Count: 2092

Hi guys this was my second story please let me know your thoughts and opinions but in a respectful manner! I know that this was somewhat scrambled-ish, rushed,and depressing. But hopefully this is good and not too bad! And again I will hope to improve as I go and continue writing stories! But anyways hope your drinking 1-4 water bottles/cups of water and eating at least 1-2 meals a day! Until the next one my lovely Victims~

Your Friendly Neighborhood,     

  ☢Killer Bunny☢

#little!reader #eddie munson x female reader #daddy!eddie #daddy!steve #age regression #slight angst #steve harrington #eddie munson #care giver #toxic family #Reading with bunny #cg!eddie #eddie munson x black!reader #steve harrington x black!reader

[auraticere]

“You Will Love Me, Eventually.”

Pairing: Vampire!Kate Bishop x Reader

Requested by: K.a_s

Summary: Reader gets more than she bargained for when she visits the fabled Bishop Manor.

Warnings: Angst, use of magic on Reader, compulsion, turning, dark themes, mentions of blood, references to death, Kate being delusional, physical aggression, crying, one mention of a creepy landlord, Angst/No Comfort, and bad ending.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Thank you for the request (s). I will continue doing more of your requests (there are plenty Imma do for Kate Bishop)

A/N 2: This is my first Angst fic with no comfort; it feels strange ngl.

I’m still taking requests for YELENA, KATE, CAROL, and NATASHA

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Credit to K.a_s for the photo edit!

On the mountain, concealed by a thick fog and illuminated only by the faint moonlight, sits a manor resembling a prison more closely than a dwelling place. They say it's a special kind of hell where a certain creature, rumored to haunt the dilapidated mansion, is trapped by some magical force. At first, it seemed like nothing more than a myth, a tale to scare children into believing that the monster inside the manor would break free from its prison and eat them. But maybe there's more to it than just a scary story. Numerous hikers, explorers, and trespassers have gone missing and ended up dead a few miles away from it, their bodies drained of blood.

Through your research, you've uncovered some intriguing information about the possible cause of these killings. One particular rumor circulating around revolves around a noble lady named Katherine Bishop. They say she had vampire blood running through her veins from the moment she was born. As the story goes, after enduring years of neglect and being locked away in a cellar, she eventually broke free from her ‘prison’ at the age of twenty-one and went on a blood-drinking spree, feasting on the blood of her own family and their guests. According to the legend, powerful sorcerers from a place called Kamar Taj bound her to the mansion and about five miles of land using their magic. The five miles of land were granted in a bargain between Katherine and the sorcerers so that she could feed. Allegedly, Katherine Bishop compelled the sorcerers, with magic of her own, to give her the land so that she could feed.

To be honest, you're not entirely sure about all this, but one thing you know for sure is that nothing will deter you from uncovering the truth. You're determined to get to the bottom of the mysterious killings surrounding Bishop Manor. 

Believe it or not, Bishop Manor is a popular town attraction; people go up the trail daily to look at it and take photos for their research papers or blogs on ‘Top 10 Scariest Places Ever!’ No one was allowed inside the manor due to its unstable condition, so it was only ‘open’ to the public for tourism. Many have claimed they spotted a pale woman standing near a few of the windows out front, and others claim to see a pair of glowing red eyes in the forest late at night. No one was to be at or around the manor or within the five miles explicitly shown.

A week after your initial research, you've prepared yourself as best as you can with the limited resources available. Armed with a headlamp, food and water, a first-aid kit, and, just in case vampires turn out to be real, a whole bunch of garlic and a stake, you set out under darkness. As you make your way up the trail, you can't help but notice the complete absence of wildlife. It's as if all the animals have vanished, leaving you alone with a swarm of unwelcome insects buzzing around, threatening to bite and suck your blood like little vampires. You shake off the thought, dismissing the existence of vampires and chuckling to yourself. ‘They can't possibly be real, right?’

The trek was not terribly long, only six miles away from town and hidden by some trees and the darkness of midnight. Yes, the land Katherine is allegedly stalking for food is one mile off of your town, meaning she, if she were still roaming the earth, could pick off your friends should they get too close. There is no way she would be dumb enough to get near civilization, so the forest would theoretically be her hunting ground. Something was hunting humans for food, but exactly what remains to be seen.

The weather was extremely out of the ordinary: despite being a hot summer, the mountain trail had become cold - not cool like a normal night but rather cold as if December had suddenly approached. A mist had blanketed the mountain, obstructing your vision for the remainder of the walk. Luckily, you knew where it was by memory; though the fog would dull your senses a bit, you assured yourself you would be fine either way. Something about the atmosphere tonight made you uneasy; perhaps the stillness in the air? The thick, impenetrable mist that clouds all eyes? Or is it the unending quiet that has come upon the land? It appears any sign of animal life has left; not a croak, growl, chirp, or buzzing could be heard. Many prey animals tend to flee when there is a predator around, and it is possible they were fleeing from you though there is that nagging feeling in your mind telling you it is not an animal. As an added bonus, you felt like you were being watched by someone…or something.

Glowing red eyes stalk you from the shadows, taking in every move you make. Little did you know that you were its prey tonight, and you would not be returning home. In the silence, it can hear your pulse and your blood pumping, the sound makes the creature go crazy inside, but it knows not to outright attack you like this. It is much smarter than that, yet it is terribly impatient for you to quickly enter its lair, its den where it intends to keep you.

As you progress along the path, excitement and trepidation intertwine within you. Finally, after a three-mile trek, you lay eyes on the infamous Bishop Manor, but something feels off. It appears even more weathered and worn than you remember from before. The once-majestic architecture now stands decrepit, with paint chipped away and the porch and steps partially caved in. Shingles lay scattered on the terrace, and the surrounding wilderness seemed to overrun parts of the mansion. Bishop Manor now stands as a hollow shell, a haunting reminder of the past.

As you approach the entrance, curiosity, and unease fill your mind. The thick fog enveloping the mansion adds to the eerie atmosphere, and you can feel the weight of its history hanging in the air. Part of you is drawn in, eager to explore the secrets hidden within its crumbling walls. But another part of you hesitates, cautioning you to stay away. With a deep breath, you take the plunge and step over the threshold. Every step you take is filled with caution as the floors creak, threatening to crumble under your weight. 

 The creature that had been watching you throughout your hike had snuck in through one of the open window sills and was waiting for you…somewhere.

Dust fills the air, and broken furniture is sloppily strewn about the main room floor. Shadows dance in the dim moonlight, and you can't shake the feeling that you're not alone. The silence is heavy, broken only by the occasional creaking of the old structure and the howling wind outside. Your headlamp has become incredibly useful now that you are out of the fog. Portraits of royalty hang off the walls - one is named, ‘Eleanor Bishop,’ and one right next to it is named ‘Jack Duquesne.’ Katherine is nowhere to be seen; unsurprisingly, there are no photos of the fabled woman anywhere; she was locked in a cellar for years until she drank her whole family dry, as the tale goes.

You could not help but feel bad for Kate in the story, to be locked away by her own family just because she was different. If Kate were still around, she would have been living all alone for centuries, and that would be damaging to someone’s psyche. Often enough, you felt alone and locked away from the world - you have always wanted to travel, but it was too expensive, and the job you had barely paid enough for rent and food.

“I’ve always wondered why nobody comes in here and cleans this place up so we could tour the place; there’s gotta be a reason, right? It would lose its magic even if this place was restored, and no one would come here.” You mumbled as you found a journal lying on a table, “What have we here?”

The journal was made and bound by leather while being incredibly clean despite the passage of time, which is highly unusual and concerning. You pan your head around to see if anything else is amiss. In the left corner of the room, you spot a few torn backpacks on the couch, immediately sounding off multiple alarms in your head. Your heart begins to pound like a freight train, and your mind race with thoughts telling you to leave. Someone has been killing the locals who traveled the woods and brought their belongings here. Yet, you persist and take a gander at each one - each pack was torn by razor-sharp claws and covered in what appears to be fresh blood that has only begun to dry up. It must have happened yesterday.

"Something is very, very wrong here," you whispered, your voice trembling. "This is... I didn't expect this to be a den of a serial killer... or whatever this is!" Your mind raced with confusion and fear as you turned around, contemplating reporting the incident to the police. However, you quickly realize that sneaking onto private property might land you in trouble.

Deciding to leave promptly and find a way to report these deaths, you froze as every candle in the mansion suddenly lit up all at once. The once dimly lit room was now fully illuminated, and you stood still, shocked and frightened.

You cautiously turned off your headlamp, trying to assess your surroundings for any signs of an exit or a possible weapon. However, your attention was drawn to a figure in the corner of the room – a tall woman with raven hair and glowing red eyes. She wore a blood-stained white dress whose make was of modern design; she probably killed some poor girl and stole it.

Despite your fear, you couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, which only made her menacing aura more perplexing. "I can't let you do that, sweetheart," she chuckled, her voice sending chills down your spine. "It's not like anybody would believe you anyway."

Before you could respond, she lunged at you with astonishing speed, catching you off guard. You struggled to break free from her vice-like grip as panic set in. "W-who are you? Why are you here?" you stammered, trying to distance yourself from this woman.

She grinned, revealing sharp fangs that replaced her canines, and her crimson eyes glowed even brighter. "I could ask you the same, dear," she retorted. You could feel her power and dominance over you, leaving you helpless and vulnerable. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Please don’t kill me, I, I will leave, I won’t tell a soul, I swear!” you cried pathetically for the woman to spare your life, promising to keep her secret and leave the mansion immediately. But she seemed amused by your pleas and the fear in your eyes. She leaned closer, pinning you against the hard wooden wall, and her cold touch sent shivers down your spine.

Her breath brushed against your neck, and you couldn't help but react with a mixture of fear and confusion. "Why are you so cold," you managed to utter, your voice quivering.

She giggled in your ear, "I think you know, Pet," she teased, and you felt a strange sensation washing over you as her gaze locked onto yours.

She said as you drifted into a daze, "Let me tell you who I am; I think that might help you piece it together. Hi, I'm Kate Bishop!" Her words left you dumbfounded, as you knew Kate was a human from centuries ago, not the mysterious creature before you.

"No, you're not. Kate was a human from hundreds of years ago!" you protested, trying to grasp any semblance of reality.

"I was never human, Y/N," she said with certainty, shocking you with her knowledge of your name.

"How did you-" you started to ask, but she interrupted with a sly smile.

"Because I heard you talking to yourself on the trail. You said, 'You can do this, Y/N. Vampires aren't real; it's just a spooky house!' Remember that?" Her words sent a chill down your spine, realizing that she had been watching and listening to you from the start, “I have been following you the whole time you walked the trail. You were my prey then; now you are not.”

“So,” a glimmer of hope sparkled in your eyes, “Does that mean-

“I will not let you leave,” Kate snarled, “I’m sorry.” The vampire frowns slightly as if she feels bad about doing this. Why? She killed many people begging for their lives; why is she frowning for you?

“You can’t let me leave, or you won’t?” you inquired, your voice shaking.

“I won’t.” Kate’s voice became firm, “You,” she moved her head closer, your noses barely touching, and your eyes locked onto her glowing red ones, “Are beautiful.” Kate presses her lips to yours, and her red eyes hypnotize you, “I have been here all alone for so long.”

“Don’t,” you snapped out of it, “Don’t pull that card on me!”

“I’m telling you the truth. I only want somebody to keep me company. You won’t be a blood bag, I promise! You will be my equal, as all relationships are supposed to be.”

"I do not consent to this!" You sobbed as you kicked and screamed, determined to resist her spell.

"I know. I know." Kate cranked up the heat on her hypnosis, her expression revealing a hint of regret for the pain she was causing, “It will be all over soon. All I have to do…is bite your neck and drink your blood, then you will die and be mine.”

“I see you conflicted; you can still do the right thing and let me go home!” you cried.

“No.” Kate’s voice becomes cold and distant, “I compel you-”

“PLEASE, STOP!” you thrashed in her loving hold; yes, loving Kate has always been a loving woman. She loves you.

You foolishly do not think that; how dare you - you continue with your desperate flailing and crying, demanding Kate release you so you can go home to your sad, miserable life. Think about it, you pay rent to some creepy dude who walks in unannounced and says gross things to you. The world does not deserve you. You should give into her hypnosis and become just like her so you will never be lonely again.

“Y/N, baby, it’s me, Kate!” You hear her say, or at least you think you did.

“I wanna go home, please, please let me leave!” you screamed, closing your eyes to block out the hazy red glow.

“Open your eyes, Pet.” Kate’s spell has partially worked, so you unwillingly obey her.

With that, your eyes shoot open, “No,” horror laced your voice; no matter how much you tried to mentally block her out, it seemed magic bypassed all resistance, “It can’t be.”

“Oh, it can be, and it is!” Kate’s voice was monotone, “Expose your neck to me.” This was your last few moments of being human…or alive, for that matter, “Stop squirming. It will all be over soon. You will wake up angry with me, but that’s okay. You will love me, eventually.”

As Kate's fangs sank into your neck, the pain was excruciating, but it was quickly followed by a strange sensation of numbness and euphoria. As she drank your blood, you felt your strength fading and your body becoming limp in her hold. As much as you resisted, the vampire's hypnosis had taken a firm grip on your mind, and there was no escape. As she withdrew her fangs, you felt a mix of emotions. You were terrified, confused, and enraged. But an undeniable connection formed with Kate confused you even further. Your thoughts were jumbled, and it was becoming difficult to distinguish between your own will and what was influenced by her powers.

"You're mine now," Kate said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "And don't worry, my dear. This isn't the end for you. It's the beginning of a new life that you'll come to embrace with time."

You tried to argue, but your voice barely escaped your throat in a weak murmur. Kate held you close, and you felt her warm embrace contrasting with the coldness of her touch. As the darkness enveloped you, you surrendered to the unknown fate that awaited you as Kate's companion in eternity. Your last coherent thought was a mix of fear and longing, wondering if you would ever truly find happiness in this immortal existence. You would, eventually.

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