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he-goes-down · 4 months

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Hiiiiii!! I was wondering if you’d do a Axl x Reader fic we’re Axl is feeling down so he steals one of the readers plushies and cuddles with it until the reader finds him like that and then makes him feel better somehow then they like have happy, silly sex? Btw love your works sweetheart…💗💗💗

OMG THATS SO CUTE

ILY SO MUCH AAAAA

If you cringe from the silly things you have permission to slap me

Masterlist

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader

Human Nature

Warnings: fluff and smut, unprotected p in v, silly sex

Second person POV:

It had been a few weeks of you working busily, this meant you were in your little study at home 24/7, only coming out to eat and go to the bathroom, occasionally Axl would come in and bring you food and peck on the cheek. You would be so tired after work you’d sleep on the little couch in the room. Which Axl would also walk in and put a blanket over you, kissing your forehead. But then again some days you had interaction with him at all, like from you working as he was out of the house and sleeping when he got home, ect.

Though you hadn’t realised how hard not seeing you was affecting Axl.

He’d walk sometimes throughout the day, when you were on a call with your boss, into the lounge put on your favourite show, hoping you would show up and watch with him, although he did watch the full show anyway and record it for yo. He also walk into the bedroom and lie on your side of the bed, head on your pillow and smelling your scent that meant so much to him and made his heartbeat fast. Sometimes as-well as scrounging through your perfumes, dresses and makeup. Trying to relieve experiences of him watching you as you got dressed for something fancy, but always falling with the makeup and the dresses being a bit too small. Although you and him did have a few times where you put him inna dress and did his makeup. He wanted those times back.

You were finally done with half of your big project and your manager called to say that the rest if the team will do the next bit, meaning you could finally relax. Stretching as you got up from your chair with a big sigh, you head to the door of the study and opened it. Right now you needed a hug and some love. Searching for your boyfriend in the living room, not there, in the kitchen, not there. Heading to your guys bedroom, that you haven’t stepped into in ages. You saw your boyfriend laying on your side of the bed, cuddling one of your favourite stuffed toys. His eyes closed, his face implanted into the back of the plushie. Holding it like how he’d hold you when you slept and cuddled at night. Your heart sank seeing him miss you like this. You went over to the bed side and sat next to him, lightly snoring as you gripped the plushie tighter unconsciously. You began to softly rub his back and call for him. “Axl honey…” you said softly. Squeezing the plushie again as his brows knit, thinking that you were calling him in his dream. “Baby…” he whispered to himself in his sleep. “Ax.” You said shaking him lightly and kissing his cheek. “Hm?” He groaned as his eyes fluttered open. His heart nearly jumping out of his chest when he saw you. Throwing the plushie to god know where. You giggled at his embarrassed state. God you missed this man. He didn’t know what to say for a second but you just kissed him. He kissed back with desperation, taking you by the waist and pulling you to lie next to him. He broke the kiss and just held you close and tight to his chest. His chin placed on the top of your head. Squeezing his eyes shut, as he squeezed you. “I missed you so much.” He spoke and adding a joke saying “ I can’t believe you left me for 3 years to go fight off in the war.” You giggled at his response, he always did that even if you were gone grocery shopping for an hour. “ I missed you too.” You said softly. Both of you missed each others bodies, romantically. Missed cuddling, missed staring into each others eyes, kissing, holding hands. He began to leave pepper kisses all over your face. Making your giggle at the ticklish feeling, you felt his smile against your face as you laughed at his actions. “I missed this pretty face.” He said kissing your forehead. He took your leg making it hook around his waist and bringing you closer to him. If he could he would crawl under your skin and live there forever. He need to be in you.

You felt him becoming hard under you as he thought of another kind of being inside of you. You breathed in as you felt yourself blush and wetness beging to pool down there. He kissed you and then kissed your neck, nibbling on the skin. You laughed again at the ticklish feeling, this time it sending shocks through your body and you began to grind on Axl’s tent. He gasped at the action. Now his hand going to your hip, giving it a squeeze. “What’ you think you doing huh?” He smirked as he gave light chuckle. “Nothing…” you gave an innocent smile, “Mhm.” He playfully rolled his eyes and kissed you. Both of you closing your eyes as you faded into the now lustful kiss. Soon you were both undressing each-other. It’s the Axl Rose effect. You in only your under wear and him as-well. He unclasped your bra, breaking off from your kiss and putting your bra on his bare chest. “I think I need a bigger size. Don’t you?” He looked up at you after inspecting your bra. You chuckled, taking the bra from him and throwing it somewhere. He laughed as well and began to kiss you again. Axl’s hand moved from your back where your bra was to your hips and peeling off your panties off your legs. His fingers going back up your legs, his index and middle doing a walking man movement on your skin before he gripped your hips, and his thumb rubbed circles on your clit whilst he grinded his clothed hard dick on your pussy. Your wetness spilling over onto the fabric of his underwear. “Your boxers have a bit of a stain on it, I think you have to take them off.” You said smiling as you kissed each other. “I think so.” He responded and took of his now lightly soak underwear. His dick lightly slapping your wet cunt as it got off it’s restraints. You sighed at it and Axl took the queue to tease his tip on your folds. Purposely missing your soaking cunt as his tip moved up and down your pussy. You whined, wanting him in you already. “Ax, please.” You groaned, your back arching as your body ached for his dick. “Is this what you want?” He queried as his cock slowly entered your tight pussy. Your hands sprung to his back, clawing and scratching as he thrusted into you unprompted. He groaned, his hips bucking into you, “Fuck” his low curse rang through your ear as he thrusted into you more harshly. Making you moan his name, and with that praise he fucked you even harder.

“Axl- fuck-… cum- I’m gonna-“ you moaned loudly, sounding like a broken record as you came over his dick. Mumbling and sighing as he was still driving his dick in and out of you. His thrusts getting more uneven, as your orgasm made your pussy even tighter which made his dick begin to squeeze out an orgasm. “God baby- I’m gonna cum in you.” He groaned and panted lowly before he shot cum into your aching pussy. Sighing as he came down from his high. Pulling out and letting his cum spill out of you and onto the sheets. “Shit. How do we explain that to the dry cleaners.” He joked. Kissing you, always smiling against your lips, just happy to be next to again and joking around.

“Hey we should do this again sometime, give me your number.”

“Sorry, I got a boyfriend, his name is Axl Rose.” You stuck your tongue out at his remark.

Always time for jokes.

A/n: IDK HOW TO WRITE SILLY SMUT SORRY I TRIED, WELL NOT ENOUGH BUT HEY HO

#guns n roses #izzy stradlin #slash #axl rose #duff mckagan #steven adler #slash gnr #duff gnr #izzy gnr #steven gnr #axl gnr #axl rose x reader #axl rose smut

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shady-the-simp · 1 year

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i saw your writing for charlie 🧎🏻‍♀️

reader is friends with robbie,

charlie has a thing for reader so he tells robbie he had a wet dream about her or something and robbie accidentally tells reader.

reader makes sure that dream comes true

OHOHOHO YES. Immediately!

An Unforgettable Dream

Pairing: Virgin!Charlie Walker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, mention/description of wet dreams, fem/AFAB reader (she/her pronouns, female anatomy), Robbie is his own chaotic warning, use of Y/N, blowjob (m recieving), cursing, smoking, readers on the pill, p in v sex

Word count: 1,468

You walked down the hall, towards your locker which you shared with Charlie, seeing him and Robbie next to it. You overheard your name somewhere in that conversation and stopped to listen, not walking up just yet.

"So, tell me what happened in the dream, man! You can't just tell me you had a wet dream about Y/N and not tell me how it went!" Robbie never could shut up, could he?

"Robbie! You need to be quieter sometimes..." He looked around, at which you turned around to avoid him recognizing you.

"Fine... I was just sitting at my desk and she was there. And I uh... I told her I was struggling with the work that I was doing, and she knelt down and...ya know...sucked my...cock." Charlie's face turned bright red and he rubbed the back of his neck. Robbie almost fucking squealed in excitement.

"YES! I KNEW YOU LIKED HER! What else happened?" He bit his nails in excitement that at this point, you couldn't tell if it was an act or not.

"I uhhhhh, I got really close and then she-" He cleared his throat.

"Um, she rode me until we both came." Charlie looked at his shoes, embarrassed as fuck. You thought this was the perfect time to walk up to the two.

"Hey Charlie!" You greeted him with the usual kiss on the cheek, that felt a lot more intimate after hearing him describe that dream. You leaned in to whisper in his ear,

"I could make that dream come true~" You whispered in his ear, causing Charlie to sputter and pull back quickly.

"You- You heard that! I uh..." He stuttered causing you to giggle, amused at the embarrassed boy.

"Of course I did, silly! You two aren't exactly quiet, you know. Why don't you wait for me at my car after school?" You smiled and walked away from the two, hearing one last sentence from Robbie before you went to class

"YOU'RE GETTING LAID!"

Time skip brought to you by Michael Myers' huge cock and massive balls.

And to your surprise, he actually showed up. He looked so cute, all flustered and leaning up against your car. You lit a cigarette and walked up to him.

"Hey cutie! You gonna get in?" You unlocked the car and he stumbled to get in the passenger side.

"So, my place or yours? My mom's working all night." You turned towards him, waiting for a response.

"Uh, yeah, we'll do yours...." He trailed off, avoiding eye contact as best as he could.

"Great!" You pulled out of the parking lot and placed your hand on his thigh. His face turned bright red and he looked out the window.

The drive seemed surprisingly short for you, but unbearably long for Charlie. You jumped out of the car, pulling the startled boy with you. You unlocked the front door and tugged Charlie up to your room. You sat down on your bed and he just stood there, confused.

"Well, get to work! You told me it started off with you doing schoolwork, so, get to it!" You pulled out a book, leaving him no choice but to sit at your desk and do his homework.

Unsurprisingly, it was very quiet, other than the record spinning on the player in the corner. Charlie cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him.

"I um- I need help..." He said under his breath.

"Sorry, what was that? I didn't quite hear you." You smiled innocently at him.

"Can you please....suck me uh...suck me off?" He said slightly louder.

"Of course I can!" You happily pulled out the chair he was on and knelt down under the desk.

"Before we start, are you a virgin?" His cheeks flushed and he nodded sheepishly, confirming your suspicions.

You unbuttoned his jeans and he lifted up his hips to help you get them and his boxers off. He was beautiful, about 6 inches and cut with a big vein running up the underside. Not too big for you to take, but still big. You looked up at him through your lashes and spoke.

"You're really big, Charlie..." You pressed your tongue to the tip and licked off the beads of precum, making him gasp. He was very sensitive. You smiled at him and took the tip on your mouth, sucking lightly.

"H-holy fuuuck~" He moaned out and his hips twitched, making you pull off of him.

"Charlie, I thought you said you needed help? How is this helping if I'm distracting you?" You tilted your head sweetly at him and he flushed even more- if that was possible.

"I'm sorry, it just feels really good..." He seemed sincerely apologetic and you almost felt bad.

"Maybe I should go easy on you, this is your first time after all..." You thought out loud. He nodded enthusiastically, making you smirk. You went back down and sucked the tip, making him gasp again.

You took him down to the base, his tip hitting the back of your throat and spurting hot pre down your throat.

"ahh fUCk!" He moaned out, breathing heavily already. You smiled and started bobbing your head up and down, focusing on the tip when you got to it. He moaned and groaned loudly into the air, rewarding you for your efforts. It seemed like he was trying not to thrust his hips up into you, so you pulled off again.

"You can fuck my throat, it's okay." You went back down on him, not giving him a chance to catch his breath.

He whined and thrusted his hips up, making you moan around him. The vibrations from your moan made him cum without warning.

"Fuck, I'm sorry!" He moaned as he came down your throat. You swallowed all of it and pulled off of him. He started to apologize even more but you interrupted him.

"Charlie, it's okay. That was your first blowjob, I'm surprised you even lasted that long. Do you still want me to ride you, or is that too much?" You really hoped he would let you, you were soaking from his moans.

He nodded and you smiled up at him. You got up and brought him over to the bed, taking off the rest of yours and his clothes. You stroked him until he got completely hard again, enjoying his moans and whimpers as you did so. You got on top of him, but he stopped you before you could sink down.

"Wait! What about protection?"

"Well, you're a virgin, we've both been tested, and I'm on the pill, so I'm not worried about it. I want you to feel everything for your first time." And with that, you sank down, taking almost all of him in one go. The stretch burned slightly, but the look on his face made it so worth it.

His mouth and eyes were wide open and he let out a strangled moan when you sunk down completely. You started to move, but he stopped you again.

"WaIT!" His voice cracked as he held your hips, "Ahh~ You're so warm and tIGHT, I don't wanna cum yet!" You smiled at the adorable boy underneath you.

"Charlie," you leant down and placed a kiss to his lips, "as long as you let me keep going after you cum, there's no doubt that I will too." He smiled against your lips and kissed you again, making you smile as well.

"You ready?" He nodded and you started moving. He almost screamed in pleasure and you let out fewer, quieter moans. You continued a slow pace until you got used to him, then sped up. He thrashed and gripped the sheets underneath you, the pleasure too overwhelming.

"AHH! I can't- fuck, you feel too good! Ahh, I'm gonna cum already, shit!" He thrusted his hips up to meet yours and spilled inside of you, moaning really loudly as he did so. You helped him through his high, only stopping your movements when he started to whine.

"No! You didn't cum..."

"Are you sure you want me to keep going? It might be too much." He nodded eagerly and you smiled at him. You leant down and pulled him up with you, the both of you now sitting up. You started moving again and kissed him, and he moaned into the kiss.

You continued to ride him, your moans drowned out as his were much louder.

"Oh fuck, Charlie! Ahh, I'm gonna cum." He nodded and started thrusting up to meet you, too overwhelmed to speak. You kissed him and both groaned into the kiss as you came together. You sighed happily as he finished inside of you again, pulling off of him and rolling to the side or him.

"Was that everything you dreamed of?" You asked and he smiled and looked down at you on his chest.

"Everything and more..."

#charlie walker x reader #charlie walker smut #charlie walker #charlie walker x reader smut #scream 4 #scream smut #rory culkin #rory culkin smut

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ebonyslasher · 7 months

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Hey I'm new to these requests so sorry if it's bad. Plus been reading ya stuff and I feel like you are the only one who can do this justice. But for some reason having the slashers react to their s/o having a decrepit version of their fit makes me laugh. Like they seem so excited to show them and it's just.. 👁️👄👁️bad. (Um I do see you're on hiatus so I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience or anything.) Also can this be the mask that Michael s/o has plz?

Hey! Thank you so much for reading my work and sending this in. That mask cracks me up

What the hell you got on?!! Slasher mask reaction:

Michael Myers

You saw that mask at a spirit halloween and had to get it

That specific one in Haddonfield couldn't sell the more accurate, original one anymore....mostly due to combined ptsd lol.

But, this would be great to use to try to get a reaction out of him...maybe a chuckle 🤭

It seems impossible but you were successful a few times, he just has....dark humor.

Knowing him, you had to just go ahead and out the costume on in the parking lot. That nigga be stalkin'.👀

You bust through the door🚪 with the whole fit on, confident as hell

😠Michael strides to the front door, figuring out why you making all that fuckin noise and slammin' doors in HIS house.

Michael sees you. And he stops.

You looking how you looking is looking at Michael and he's looking at you.

Girl...what the fuck you got on?

Michael knows he don't look like that y/n🫤, you look derpy. He looked intimidating- there's a difference!!!

He starts to walk past, acting unaffected. But, he swiftly pulls that shit off.

You're shocked 😲, he just scalped you! You start giggling.

"Michael that cost money!!!" 😩

Michael thinks, 'You shouldn't care, you were wasting it with this shit anyway.'

Stu +Billy

Oh, this shit was perfect.

You saw this while browsing on e-bay and thought that Stu and Billy would love this. And you got an old big ass block cordless phone too? Oh baby!✨

You went over their house to spend the night. And of course you hid the costume and mask in the spennanight bag 👜. Y'all were in the middle of the first blunt rotation. You excused your self to the bathroom so you could enact your grand plan.

Taking your personal fat ass weed 🍃pen, you hopped into the bathroom and put the costume on. You also smoked tf up out of the bathroom so you could have some smoke as a background.

Throwing open the door, you jump out and say, "Wassuppppp!!!!"

They look at you, shocked, before Stu and Billy double over. They are hollering.

Y'all all crying 😂 over the mask. The weed wasn't making things better

Stu and Billy both randomly say WASSUPPP😝 and point at each other as they laugh.

Honestly they love it. and your grand entrance ? Fantastic

Bubba Sawyer

Listen.... you don't know about putting someone else's skin on your face

If you want to do that, by all means. you strong as fuck. And fit right the fuck in with who you with.

But you find this mask for pretty cheap online, the others were....costly (like $100 + for the good ones, dayum!)

Once it's delivered, you run up into a random room and shut the door. You put it on and look in the mirror as you evaluate the mask.

Man, what the hell were these ears?🙃 It looks like someone tried to make earmuffs but didn't really know what they were.

Also this fucking hair? You looked like a fucked up lunch lady

It's huge asf on your head, balloon 🎈 ass mask. It's lopsided. Looking like you got hit and was turned halfway loose

Bubba comes in and spots you with the mask.

He starts, jumping and clapping❤️❤️. Bubba is bubbling and squealing at how cute you are.

Essentially he's like, "oh baby yay!" He loves it. Bubba doesn't think it looks bad! He's flattered! 🤗

It's like physical thing that represents you truly being a part of the family~

Pinhead

Well...Pinhead's face isn't a mask. It's his damn face. But it'd be a mask for you!

You gotta show your appreciation to yo mans!!! and mess with his ass. He's dramatically hilarious.

There were, surprisingly, a lot of masks made of Pinhead's face. It was a bit odd, but useful for what you needed. At least you didn't have to make one from scratch. 🤷🏿‍♀️

However, You still wanted to be a little creative. Dip a lil toe into your ✨craft era✨.

So, it was obvious you got one without the pins! Going to the store and seeing to most colorful 🎨 of pins was an automatic yes.

Now, this shit was not easy putting in. Some of them was bent every whichaway, the holes were uneven so some were drooping.🫠

You looked a mess, chile.

"Y/n...what is the meaning of this?" You snicker. "Babe, I'm You!"

"So, you attempt to mock ME! Blasphemy!"

"Not trying to mock you!! I was making this so I could be like you...and mess with you a little."

"Silly human....tsk tsk. I will have my comeuppance."

#slasher x reader #black reader #michael myers #billy loomis #stu macher #bubba sawyer #pinhead #slashers #michael myers x reader #stu x reader x billy #bubba saywer x reader #pinhead x reader

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Hi hi!! I’m here to request something with my bbg Vincent Sinclair! your thingy doesn’t exactly specify which slashers, so I think I’ll ask for Vincent and Michael Myers just so u have an idea u can write abt if you don’t know the other!!

Okay okay, so what about a reader with a bad attitude? So for Vince, I would assume that their relationship starts with the reader defending Vincent from Bo. Like, Bo just starts calling Vincent names (like the mean truck man he is >:[) and Vincent is just taking it, then the reader steps between the two twins and just starts BURNING Bo with every insult they have.

“Oh, he’s the freak? Well at least he knows how to keep his mouth shut and isn’t asking everyone with a *female anatomy* to *adult fun* every ten seconds.” or something vicious like that-

and Vincent is just dumbfounded that someone has the balls to speak up against Bo.

and for Michael, same thing, but the reader is just being so mean when he starts chasing them! Like, they try to hide behind a door and they make sure that Michael saw them, so when he opens the door, the reader just flips him off and kicks him away from the door really harshly-

or, just being really really hard to catch. Like if they climb somewhere high and he can’t get to them, the reader just sticks their tongue out and flips him off again with the snarkiest attitude!!

anyways, that’s all I gots for now! Feel free to ignore this lol, but if you don’t directly respond to this ask but do use the idea, I ask that u credit me!

u look lovely today, and I hope u have an amazing night/evening/morning/day!

First of all, for some reason I got no notification that somone requested anything and I have no clue how long it was sitting in my inbox. Second of all thats great idea cuz in most of fics reader is always very meow meow shy uwu bebi, which is sometimes annoying tbh, they should be rude sometimes. Requests open

Slashers with badass s/o

Vincen Sinclair

Bros used to this kind of treatment, name calling, mean words, yelling ect

This relationship started by s/o just simply asking Vincent if he's alright after Bo yelled at him

Any kind of affection makes him blush like teenager girl after watching twilight for first time

In his free time he will just hold s/o hand and walk behind them like lost puppy

Imagine: "yo vinc get over here you lazy ass" vincent:😰🏃 "well BO maybe if you stopped acting like such drama queen and get rid of this nasty ass attitude then MAYBE people will start helping you without fear of losing a limb or sanity?" 🧍🧍‍♂️

Tbh the only reason that Bo didn't commit murder on s/o is that vincent is actually very happy now and even that Bo is a horrible human being he doenst want his bro completely emo

Lack of ideas so im just going to put some mean words to Bo here

"Dont worry vincent, hes just jealous cuz he cant hold conversation with women for more than 4seconds without scaring them to death. litteraly"

"Aw baby dont be sad, just compare your hair routine with his. Im surprised hes not bald to be honest"

Live laugh love Vincent

"Nonono dont be upset, how about we draw together huh? Can you go pass me crayons from your workplace😇i totaly wont whoop your brother while you are away"

If s/o is just rude to Bo face, Vincent will be so so happy that they protect him but so so worried that s/o is about to evaporate due to Bo anger issues

"You calling him a freak? Better look who has stable relationship and lack of anger issues L bozo"

Also now Vince is 24/7 with her bcs not only shes great, protects him and provides comfort🥰

Micheal Myers

"AHAHAH looozer can't climb the ladder? Yo old as hell man go to retirement home"

S/o calling him granma to bully him

"Yo man stop begin such stalker or im going go call yo sister (in some versions laurie is his sister if u dont agree just ignore this part lol) and she gonna beat you up

Micheal spawning behind her, inside her house:🧍 "😨 yo sup Myers wacha got there? A a knife? Eee cool cool"🏃

"If you have such blood-lust go kill rats in my basement they keep stealing my food"

🧍 Myers emoji

Im sorry if its unfunny or boring I watched house of wax when it came out so like long time ago and I kinda forgor vincent and bo personalities. And Myers personality is basicly 🧑‍🦯old man

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #house of wax #vincent sinclair #vincent x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair

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lovewheeler · 2 years

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— dear diary...: the worst confession.

back to the beginning (masterlist). / a brief intermission.

a/n: hi! omg we're done with the series...that's crazy...thank you all for being here and i hope you like the conclusion <3. this is kind of a monster n took me a lot of time to write and is also NOT BETA READ OR PROOFREAD so if there's mistakes my bad og. MWAH <3 also we don't find out how the letters are sent out but let's assume it's reader's little sister because i'm not creative enough to figure out sm else

wc: 4.78k

cw: none, just mildly suggestive stuff like twice. no outright smut, mostly toothrotting fluff and angst

summary: coming back to hawkins may have been the worst decision of your life.

This was the worst day of your life.

That title had previously been held by eighth grade picture day, when Michael Wheeler spilled chocolate milk all over your new white dress during breakfast.

Funny how that works.

You were wrong.

As soon as you get out of your mom’s car you’re frowning, the sight of a familiar black impala in the driveway next to yours making your heart heavy. He was home. You hoped he didn’t notice you were too, even if your mom had probably told Karen.

Unpacking your things was even more depressing; countless polaroids lined your walls, ones you’d been adding since you were little. The smiling faces of you, your friends, and your family tug on your heartstrings. You miss when you were younger and the only worry you had was whether Steve Harrington would be at the mall that day or not. You run a hand over them, fingers pausing over the ones dedicated to Max and Mike. Your heart hurts.

After a bit of unpacking and organizing (and a few small mental breakdowns), you decide that maybe a nap would do you good; you were starting to get annoyed by the constant sniffles.

It feels like the second you close your eyes Eleven, Will, and Dustin are bursting through your door, faces flushed and chests heaving like they’d ran here.

“Up, up! Wake up! Wake up, code red–” Dustin’s screaming and your eyes pop open, sitting up in your bed and rubbing at your eyes to try and assess the situation. Once you’re satisfied no one’s dead (which is the only reason they should be waking you up, as far as you’re concerned), you turn your murderous glare towards the curly haired boy, which seems to be the only way that gets him to shut up.

“Sorry,” He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with an open palm, “It’s just –”

“They found the letters.” El and Will say it in tandem, faces contorted in worry. You notice El’s fiddling with her fingers, something she only does when she’s nervous.

You swear you feel the entire room fall away – you’re launched into space and the world around you goes fuzzy.

You come to again and see your three friends looking over you, infinitely more worried than before. You distantly hear Dustin ask if they need to hide your body and you groan, a hand coming up to hold your now pounding head while the other swats him away from you.

“God, off, please, you’re smothering me –” You sit up slowly, running your hands down your face with a deep sigh. Of course this had to fucking happen now.

You pull one of your stuffed animals to your chest, pulling your knees up and practically curling in on yourself for some type of comfort, “Okay, so – slowly. They what?”

“The letters. They found them. We don’t know how, yet, but –” Will’s panicking more than you are (externally, anyway), his leg bouncing while he speaks.

“They all got them this morning. They asked us if we knew, and –” El spots your suddenly (even more) panicked expression and smiles fondly with a shake of her head, “I’m not mad. Don’t worry. Will explained everything to Dustin and I…”

“We’re so sorry,” It’s Dustin speaking now, his voice genuine. You know it’s bad when even he doesn’t want to make a joke, “But they all want to talk to you. The three of them, anyway.”

You know exactly who he’s talking about immediately. Your head dips down so you can scream into the plush bear. Was it too late to fake your death?

–

After lots of panicking, some yelling, and a bit of awkward clarifications (“Why the hell didn’t I get a letter?” “Dustin, you’ve been dating Suzie since we were like, thirteen.” “Oh. Yeah.”), the familiar sound of your doorbell rings throughout the house and the four of you look at each other like deer caught in headlights.

“Baby, Lucas is here to see you!” Your mom’s voice floats up the stairs and you feel your heart get caught in your throat. Fuck.

“Just – just send him up, mami!” You gulp down the lump in your throat and nod to the others, slowly rising from your bed and making your way towards the door. You let it click closed behind you, leaning back against the frame to take a deep breath. You can do this.

You smile as you watch Lucas ascend the stairs, handsome as always. He’s always been the one out of all of you with the most style and it shows, varsity jacket hanging around his shoulders and the coolest sneakers to match. You get why fourteen year old you had such a big crush on him.

“You’re back!” Is all Lucas can say once he gets to the landing, arms shooting out to wrap around you and bring you into one of the most suffocating bear hugs you’ve ever experienced. It’s the best feeling in the world.

You relax almost instantly, arms looping around him to hold him close, head resting on his shoulder. “I’m back,” You say through a laugh, tears brimming your eyes. You really missed him; he’d been the one to keep you sane for nearly four years, and a bond like that isn’t easily forgotten just by going to different schools.

You pull back and then you’re both silent for a few seconds; it feels like an eternity. You keep your head to the ground, too scared to look him in the eyes, and his hands are shoved into his jacket pockets – you’re both the picture of an awkward conversation.

But then you hear him laugh and you tilt your head up to look at him, eyebrows furrowed together.

“You feel butterflies in your tummy when I smile? Really?”

Your hands shoot up to cover your face, shaking your head in embarrassment and scrunching your nose, “God, really? I was fourteen! When you’re fourteen you’re always overdramatic!” Despite your words, you’re laughing, a full belly laugh that shakes your shoulders and makes your eyes crinkle up at the edges.

Lucas only chuckles with you, pulling you in for another hug and letting his head rest on top of yours. For a second, it’s just that – a comfortable silence, only pierced by periodic laughs.

He pulls away but keeps his hands on your shoulders, making sure you look up at him, “We’re okay, yeah? Promise. And – Max doesn’t care either. She’s got her own shit to sort out, but…” You know what’s coming next and you cringe. Shit.

“Talk to her soon, yeah? She’s home right now…” The boy trails off, averting his eyes for a second before turning back to you, face suddenly serious, “I’m not mad either. She wouldn’t tell any of us what the letter said, but it’s not really hard to figure out…I love you, yeah? Always.”

You smile, though this time it’s tinged with sadness. You didn’t think you were ever prepared to deal with this. You wished you’d had the choice of when to do so.

But you nod, trying to give him some form of reassurance even as the pit in your stomach grows, “Mhm – I love you too, Luc. Always.”

“Oh thank god–”

You hear a collective sigh from behind your door and roll your eyes. Lucas eyes you with a raised brow and you shake your head, pushing the door open and hearing the three behind it yell out various versions of ‘ow’.

“Nosy,” You chide, though your smile is fond, motioning towards Lucas to come into the room, “C’mon. I need a good pep talk if I’m ever stepping out of this damn house.”

—

You ended up requiring a bribe to leave your room – it came in the form of a strawberry milkshake Dustin made Lucas go get for you (after a lot of arguing as to why Dustin couldn’t drive yet).

The car ride to Max’s was mostly quiet. You told them that they could just wait outside for a bit, not wanting Max to think you brought all of them to listen; in reality, they were your only ride if things went south – which the knot in your stomach kept telling you they would.

You step out of the car with a heavy heart, ducking your head back in to address your friends, “If I'm not back in fifteen, assume I’ve killed myself and come get me. Thanks.”

The gravel road crunches under your sneakers as you make your way towards Max’s trailer, hands shoved in your jacket pockets and breath so shaky you can hear it. Once you finally reach her door you take a deep breath, slowly bringing your fist up to knock on the door. You can do this, you can do thi–

The door falls away from your hand and swings open. You jump back with a yelp, eyes widening and body tensing up.

“Sorry –” You’re met with a mess of red hair and a light smile, big blue eyes watching you in amusement, “You were taking really long. I heard you guys pull up – I’m not deaf, you know. Didn’t mean to scare you, though.”

Max pauses. Waits for you to laugh and tell her she’s fine. Realizes you’re not going to.

“Um –” She steps away from the door, motioning for you to come in, “Come in. Just – head to my room. Mom’s not home.”

You nod, gulping down the lump in your throat and walking towards your room looking like you’ve got your tail tucked between your legs. Unbeknownst to you she flips the car off, unable to stop the smile that curves her lips at the offended glares she gets back.

You perch yourself on the edge of her bed, entirely unlike the way you used to just plop down on it after school. You kick your legs out in an effort to distract yourself, hands kept neatly in your lap. Much too proper for Max’s taste. She eyes you from her place against her dresser, frowning slightly.

“Hey – who are you and where’s my best friend?” Her words come out playful – trying to be, anyway, but it just makes you realize how shitty the situation is, “Let her out for a bit, please? College couldn’t have changed you that much.”

You sigh, eyes flicking up to meet hers with a sad smile, “Hi, Maxie.”

“There she is,” The redhead can’t help but grin, pushing herself off of her dresser to sit next to you on the bed. She knocks her shoulder against yours, “I missed you, y’know. You didn’t even come back for Christmas. You love Christmas. And I didn’t know why, but after reading the letter…” It seems she has to steel herself before speaking, “It wasn’t ‘cause of me, right?”

Your eyebrows immediately scrunch together and you shake your head vigorously, eyes widening, “No! No – god, no, Maxie, it wasn’t you. It could never be you –” You grab her hands in yours, marveling at how soft they are and trying to put on a reassuring smile, “I promise, okay? I just … needed to be away. This place smothers me.”

She nods, and then a silence falls over the room. You’re both staring at your shoes, wondering where to go from here. The contents of the letter hangs over the both of you like an uncomfortably weighted blanket.

“Frisco’s really nice during Christmas, you know–” It’s a way to bring it up without bringing it up, “I’m glad I chose the university there…you’d really like it.”

“I’m sure I would –” You don’t look at her but you can hear the smile in her voice, “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but – for what it’s worth, nothing you felt was…wrong. I felt the same. I was just scared, and – you know I hate being scared.”

Your head actually does lift up this time, looking at her in disbelief. You’re so angry at the hope that stabs through your heart you almost shut down again.

But you can’t keep running away from this.

“You did?”

“Mhm, I did,” Max meets your eyes, nodding. Her smile is sad and her eyes are watery. Your heart hurts – Max never cries, “I think that’s why I told you first. You’re the only one I felt comfortable enough with…but then you left, and I really only had Will to relate to.”

“I’m so–”

“Shhh,” She shakes her head, finger pressed against your lips. It surprises you enough that you actually listen, “You didn’t do anything wrong, okay? We were kids. And I’m gonna keep that letter forever, just so you know – it’s special to me. And nothing’s gonna take that away.”

You feel hot tears stream down your face. You hadn’t even realized they were forming.

“I wanna give you something, okay? As a welcome back gift. Maybe a bit of closure.”

You’re confused, but you nod, stock still while you wait for her to go grab whatever gift it was, expecting to see a bag or something.

But then you feel her soft hands cup your face, cold skin cooling your burning cheeks. She’s pulling you closer; your eyes go wide and you try to move back.

“B-but – Maxie, Lucas –”

She laughs again, and the furrow of your brows only gets deeper. What the hell was happening?

“He said I could do this. He figured it would help us both…accept ourselves, or something. I don’t know. He’s oddly supportive,” Max shrugs, the picture of nonchalance, but her hands on your cheeks are shaking. She’s scared, “We – we don’t have to. I just thought you might want–”

“Do it, Maxie–” Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper, “Kiss me. Please.”

She surges forward, your confirmation all she needs to press her lips to yours. It’s soft, but there’s so much passion behind it – years of pent up feelings bubbling back to the surface. It’s everything you ever thought it would be and more, your body immediately melting into hers. Your hands steady themselves on her waist, trying to hold you up. You swear you could faint.

It takes a bit before she pulls away – there’s no tongue and no touching, but it somehow feels more intimate, just your lips moving together and trying to say everything you both never could. When she pulls away you’re both breathing heavily, and your eyes are glassy. You feel dizzy.

You both stare at each other for a second, smiling like maniacs. And then you start laughing, girlish giggles similar to the ones you shared when you used to talk about boys with El. The weight on your shoulders gets just a bit lighter.

“Better?” She asks between laughs.

“Much.” You nod, lunging forward to tackle her in a hug. You’d missed her so much.

“Aye, tiger, be careful –” Max giggles, fiery hair splayed out on the sheets behind her. She looks so pretty, you think, but the heartache is gone. It’s just wistfulness, now. A bittersweet feeling.

She looks at you with raised eyebrows and a wide smile, “You wanna sleep over?”

You nod eagerly, toothy grin matching hers. You guys stay there for a second, hugging and cuddling like old times. It feels like you’re a little high schooler again.

“Did she kill herse– woah, jesus – when I said you guys could kiss, I didn't mean to go this far!” Lucas’s voice pierces the silence and you immediately roll off of Max, shaking your head.

“We’re clothed! Oh my god, we’re clothed–”

“...You told them they could kiss?” Dustin’s voice is laced with judgment, matched by Eleven and Will’s scrunched up faces.

“Oh my god, yes, Dustin, I’m a supportive boyfriend –” Lucas shoots back, removing his hand from covering his eyes, “God. Don’t scare me like that again, I almost regretted it–”

The four of them stop, then, taking the two of you in. Your smiling faces and glinting eyes.

“All good?” El asks, silently cheering inside that she has her best friends back.

“All good.” You and Max say it at the same time, nodding – before turning to each other and laughing, “Jinx.”

“Good.” Will says, clasping his hands together – that was two out of three, and you probably wouldn’t even have to deal with the third until tomo–

“Hello? Hellooooo?” The static voice of Michael Wheeler sounds through the old walkie on Max’s desk and you swear your heart drops into your ass. Fuck.

You all look at each other with panicked eyes, mouths agape.

“Earth to Max’s house. Look, you don’t have to answer, but – tell y/n to come talk to me? I know you’re all there, I asked her mom. Mike, over and out.”

“God, why does he still say that?” Max shakes her head, a look of disgust on her face.

“No clue – it’s stupid, right? I keep telling him it’s stupid,” Will shrugs, matching Max’s face.

They all look at you, then, and another silence falls over the room. This time it’s filled with dread, and you’re reminded of the remaining weight pushing you down.

Max looks at you with a soft, sad smile, her hand on your shoulder; you feel El’s smaller one on the other side.

“Guess no sleepover today.” You sigh, clasping your hands together before putting on a fake upbeat tone, “I’m gonna need another milkshake to get through it. Ice cream, anyone?”

—------

The five of you pull up to your house sipping milkshakes, your own already half done. Anxiety sipping.

You notice Mike’s impala isn’t in the driveway and your shoulders collapse in an odd sense of relief. Maybe you would be able to wait until tomorrow. At least then you could prepare.

“Want us to wait?” Max asks, expression concerned.

You shake your head, offering up a smile to your friends – it’s the opposite of reassuring, but they know you’re trying, “M’good. I’ll call you guys in the morning, yeah? Be by the phone.”

They all nod; your legs feel like lead when you get out of the car. They wait until you get in the door to drive away, and you watch them leave, processing how for the first time since all of this happened, you’re alone. Well and truly.

There’s a note on your bed from your mom when you get in your room: ‘Mike was over. Why haven’t you talked to him? Your dad and I are going to the casino tonight, so don’t wait up. We might not be home. Please don’t shut yourself in your room, okay? We love you. – Mom.’

You sigh, setting the note on your bedside table and plopping yourself down on your bed with an ‘oof’. You hate when she’s right.

You have about ten seconds of peace before you start hearing tapping at your window – it’s inconsistent and it sounds like hail. You know what it is immediately.

You walk over, parting your pink curtains and shoving your window up, narrowly dodging a rock in the process, “You know you’re supposed to stop when you see me at the window, right?”

“I didn’t see you!” The dark haired boy below you is whisper-yelling, looking at the handful of rocks in his hand before dropping it in embarrassment, “I thought I’d have to bring the boombox out or something, you’ve been ignori–”

“I’m not ignoring you!” You lie, irritation lacing your voice, “Just – come in, okay? I’ll go down and let you in, you’re going to get a co–”

Mike nods, already getting ready to scale the ladder at the side of your window before he registers you’ve stopped talking, looking down with a raised brow. He looks up with scrunched features, shaking his hair out of his face, “What?”

“They’re not home, stupid. Come through the front door.” You shake your head, shoving your windowsill down and closing your curtains again.

Shit, shit, shit.

It’s all you can think while you walk downstairs, taking two steps at a time before swinging open the front door. You’re greeted by the sight of Mike Wheeler, all lanky limbs and dumb doe eyes. You want to hit him.

“You weren’t supposed to be home.” You start, frowning.

“Wha–”

“Your car. It wasn’t in the driveway.”

“It’s in the garage. I figured you’d run if you saw it.”

God. You hate how well he knows you.

“Well – come in. The bugs are going to eat you alive out there.”

You step away from the door, gesturing for him to walk in. You’re already walking up to your room when you realize he isn’t moving, turning, “Are you going to follow me or not?”

“Oh, ri – yeah, yeah, cool –” He’s nearly tripping over himself to catch up to you, following you up the stairs like a lost puppy.

You settle yourself on the edge of your bed, feet kicking while you wait for him to figure out where he’s gonna go. Mike decides on your desk chair, gingerly picking up the stuffed animal that had been perched on it and holding it close in his lap. He knew better than to be mean to them.

“So –” You begin, hoping that if you act dumb this would be easier, “What did you need to talk to me about? Is it because I wasn’t answering your letters? I was just bus–”

“It’s about a letter, yeah, but you know it’s not about those ones,” Mike shoots back quickly, eyebrows raised in a knowing look. It shuts you up, gives him a bit more confidence to say what he does next.

“You’re in love with me?”

You have to breathe deeply. This sucks. You’d hidden it for years and it had to come out like this? You feel hot embarrassment flush your body and you try to deny it at first.

“I wrote that over a year ago–”

“And then you left and didn’t talk to me for that next year, so consider us back right where we left off. Are you in love with me, y/n?”

You contemplate lying. Or jumping out of the window and killing yourself. Both sound lovely right now.

But then you look up and meet his gaze – it’s one of a desperate man whose entire world seems to have fallen apart in the last week. One who needs reassurance.

And just like that, you feel yourself fold. You never were good at hiding things from him.

So you nod, the tears you thought you weren’t hydrated enough to produce welling up in your eyes, falling down into your lap.

“I–I am, Mikey. Always have been, you read it–” You sniffle, a sorrowful smile on your face. You don’t think you’ve ever been this embarrassed in your life.

“I–”

“Don’t. Please? Don’t try and let me down easy, or something, or say ‘it’s not you, it’s me’, just – just forget it? We can move on like it never happened, I swear–”

“Jesus, let me talk, will you?” He strides towards you in what seems like a flash, big hands cupping your cheeks and gently pulling your head up to meet his eyes, “You never let me talk.”

You nod, trying not to meet his gaze. Every time you blink another tear falls against his skin and you mumble a sorry, but then he’s shushing you, thumbs wiping at your tears.

“You look pretty when you cry,” Mike murmurs it under his breath but it’s loud enough for you to hear, and your teary eyes go wide for what feels like the twentieth time today. Pretty?

“You’re so dumb,” He continues, shaking his head and chuckling a bit while he pushes a strand of hair from your forehead. His voice is so soft, his touch so gentle. You feel yourself nuzzle your head into his hand, leaning into his touch. It’s addictive.

“I love you too,” It’s those words that make your breath hitch. You feel like you’re having a heart attack, your heart beating out of your chest and your stomach doing somersaults. He loves you too?

“And I wish you would have told me sooner. By the time El came around I figured you didn’t like me – don’t look at me like that, I was twelve,” He rolls his eyes, knowing that even if you aren’t talking you’d figure out a way to judge him somehow, “And then by the time we broke up, you were gone…they’d taken you. That’s how I saw it, anyway–”

He sighs, pulling you closer so your head is resting against his stomach, lean muscle underneath more comforting than you remember. His hands rub circles and trace shapes into your shoulders, your back, remembering how much it used to soothe you.

“And then when I finally realized that maybe I should get off my ass and do something, you were gone.”

Mike pauses, laughing almost bitterly to himself, “Wanna know a secret?”

When you nod against him he smiles to himself, “I figured it out that night, too. In my room. When I said you were my number one girl I wasn’t lying – haven’t even looked at anyone since then. Everyone else just started to look like you. – Look at me, please?”

You pull back, eyes glossy with tears, puffy and red. One of his thumbs strokes your cheek, his own voice sounding choked up, “There she is. You’re so pretty…god, we lost a lot of time, didn’t we?”

You continue looking up at him and he laughs, this time paired with a shake of his head, “You can talk now, nerd.”

“Finally, God, that was the worst – don’t you know not letting me talk is t-torture?” You glare up at him through your tears, bottom lip jutted out in a pout. He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

“Can –” You hiccup, sniffle a little, “Can you kiss me now? If I have to go through any more embarrassing confessions today, I’m going to pass out from emotional exhaustion. I just wanna skip to where we’re happy and you’re my boyfriend.”

Mike rolls his eyes at you but nods, unable to stop the grin on his features, “We can do that. One question, though –”

You tilt your head in confusion, brow raised but still encouraging him to continue.

“My big doe eyes? My big hands? My shaggy hair? You were kinda whipped, huh?”

“Oh my god, shut up shut up, if you don’t kiss me in two seconds I’m going to punch y–”

And then you feel the soft press of slightly chapped lips against you. You taste the cotton candy chapstick he’d never stopped buying after you gave one to him when you were twelve. You finally understand what movies and books mean when they say fireworks went off after a kiss. Everything feels right, and Mike’s tongue sliding against yours feels like the most natural thing in the world. The way you both inch up the bed until he’s hovering above you feels like it was meant to happen, and the way you press your noses together and giggle feels long overdue. That weight on your shoulders falls away completely.

It’s perfect.

–

“Virgin still? Blink once for yes and twice for no,” Your hand shoots out to smack Dustin’s cap off of his head, rolling your eyes when he shouts ‘hey! No violence!’.

“None of your business, Henderson – what me and my boyfriend do is confidential.” Your words are met with a groan from the rest of the group – except for El and Will, who only give you happy smiles. They haven’t seen you this happy in a long time. You hadn’t stopped referring to Mike as your boyfriend for the entire day, too high on the adrenaline of finally being able to call him yours (and being newly deflowered).

You hadn’t had a movie night with your friends in the Wheeler’s basement in a long, long time. You’re mad at yourself for thinking you hadn’t missed it.

“He might be your boyfriend, but does he have great hair and really big muscles?” Steve interjects, flexing his arm and letting his hand squeeze the muscle that bulges out.

“Oh, or really pretty blue eyes?” Nancy smirks, eyebrows raised.

“But is he, like, the total package? Cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the kids?” Jonathan grins while he walks down the stairs, his arm draping over Nancy’s shoulders easily.

Your hands shoot up to cover your face and you curl up into Mike’s side, shaking your head fervently and squealing, “Stop it! Oh my god, you guys suck, I was a baby! Those don’t count!”

The sounds of breathless laughter fills the room and you peek through your fingers to look at all of your friends, for once feeling like you don’t have to run away from them. Like maybe you could stay a while.

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𓆩♡𓆪 episode nine: THE HEARTBREAK KID’S PLAN

i’m sorry for making y’all wait long for this garbage.

7:42 am, training.

you never understood why Summer Slam was held in August, August was the beginning of fall. why call it the biggest party of the summer when people are just beginning to over feed their turkeys?

Vince is a creative genius! they say, but June is the epitome of summer, why not do it then? you ask, shut up they reply. who are they? the little voices that cause your daily brain rot known as the WWF creative.

maybe the little voice in your head wasn’t the WWF creative, maybe it was Bret Hart, because it sure does sound like he’s talking to you. wait a minute…

“y/n! get up, what the hell are you doing?”. Bret wasn’t the only person in the ring with you, Owen was running all the ropes over you and you just laid there. you groan out loud and the brothers look at you. “you alright, bud?” Owen asked, “nah man!” you sit up. “what is it?” Bret sits next to you.

“Shawn Michaels!” you exclaim, Bret chuckles, “tell me about it”. you shake your head as it falls to your palm, “no, you don’t get it. we’ve been mostly hostile for the past two weeks, but apparently Shawn and peace don’t come together!” you explain.

“wait” Owen says as he sits on your other side, “what did he do?”

“I was going to the cafeteria earlier, to get coffee and what not, tell me why a staff member pulls me to the side taking ‘bout “oh Shawn’s been trying to get creative to change up the storyline of the y/n-Taker angle”” you say.

“what?” Bret asks and Owen frowns, “what does he gain from that?” he asks. you aggressively shrug before flopping back down, you were both pissed and confused.

why the hell would he be trying to do that? what was the reason? was it something you did? does he just not like you anymore? does he want out of it? because you sure as hell can replace him, and he’s not even on your team!

“you should talk to him” Bret said, you look at him. “and who the hell is he for me to talk to him? I’ll just go directly to Vince” you said. “matter of fact, I’ll go to him right now!”

it wasn’t that long after and you were already knocking on Vince’s door. “oh, y/n, well you’re here early” he smiles as you enter. “drop the fake nice act, you know why I’m here” you say and his face drops as he looks at the paperwork in front of him.

you sit on a chair in front of him and the place your championship on the chair next to you. “whatever it is that that boy Michaels is trying to do better stop immediately.” you begin.

“I don’t know what the hell is going through his head, but if tries fucking with my story, if he tries fucking with my money, he won’t be as pretty as he is right now”.

Vince was nervous, certainly not because he was scared of you or… anything.. but he already okayed Shawn’s idea. they talked about it over the phone yesterday and he thought it was brilliant, excellent even. however, your contact does end by the time it should be executed because it’ll happen on the last bit of your feud with Taker.

and if this is how you’re reacting to just the thought of the idea, you will one hundred percentage not resign if you find out about it.

and what’s he going to do? find another fresh face that the fans will support and go with fully? the fact he was even able to sign you is insane and the amount of money you’ve made for the company since your debut is even crazier. Vince literally couldn’t risk it.

or could he?

“out of everyone you could take ideas from, his?! you took his?! seriously what were you thinking? and why did I have to find out through a staff member? you need to get your priorities straight and make some changes ‘round here”

Vince nods, “yes, Y/n, of course”

“and speaking of making some changes…” you cross your legs as you pull your championship on your lap. “it’s my turn to give you some ideas”

8:27 pm, y/n’s locker room.

“what the hell…” you mutter, who did this to your locker room?

there were five -or at least what you can count- large flower bouquets laid out on the floor, more than fifteen smaller bouquets on your couch and a singular red card on the table in the middle of the room.

from pink to red, yellow, white, and orange, big, medium and small. roses, lilies, tulips, some you couldn’t even names, the room smelled like a freshly watered garden, it was absolutely lovely.

well, this was something!

you were excited because what if someone backstage had a thing for you? trying to be cute with their confession? hmm… but what if it’s an obsessive stalker is trying to kill you? and this was their of expressing their love for you?

you cringe at your own thought before picked up the card from the table.

you’ll find your way to me, one way or another ♡

xoxo, your backstage admirer.

you read the message over and over again, each time it got more interesting, but what got you the most was the perfectly drawn heart at the end.

okay…

but now what?

the girls need to see this!

you grab one of the bouquets and the card in your hand and walk back out into the hallway, only to immediately bump into someone.

“sorry!” you didn’t even see who that was, “whatcha got there, pretty girl?”, of course it was Shawn. “what do you want? actually! do you know who put those here?” you ask.

you push the flowers to the side, Shawn shakes his head. “I‘be been wondering why my allergies have been triggered, I see why now” he says, you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t ask all that” you say, “do you or do you not know?” you ask.

Shawn huffs and he faints being hurt, placing a hand on his chest. “you’re so mean to me!” you begin walking away and towards the dressing room when he says.

“what if I do know him”, you can practically hear his smirk. “then tell me”, he shakes his head again, “be nice to me!” he demands. again with the be nice to me shit, you are nice to him! sometimes!

“i’ll find out myself!”

oh find out yourself, alright.

Shawn knew what he was doing, why would he tell you who it was? as far as he’s concerned he was a part of this little plan, and he benefited from it. you can try as hard as you wanted to but you were never going to find out.

you didn’t need him, but you wanted to know who that is so badly. little did you know, someone was watching your little interaction from afar.

“wait so who…?” Chyna asked, “I don’t know and it’s killing me!” you head falls to your palm, “it’s probably your man” Lita teases.

“huh?” you look up, she rolls her eyes, “don’t act all dumb now, you know we see you and Hunter” Lita wiggled her eyebrows. wait, she’s onto something..

you didn’t even consider Hunter as an option because the card said “secret”, maybe you do know the person! maybe it is Hunter!

but why write secret admirer? and what were the flowers for? you have so many questions.

“what is it with you and Hunter by the way?” Chyna smiles, “oh, for fuck’s sake” you mutter hiding a smile.

you don’t know what you and Hunter are.

you really like each other but no one is making the first move, you find yourself tangled in his bedsheets more often that you should, he catches himself staring at you longer than appropriate, it’s the little touches and the stolen kisses, nothing ever goes further, but deep down you both want them to.

“I don’t know” you mutter as you walk towards the door, “where are you going?” Lita asks, “I got some digging to do! and some questions that need answers..”

10:18 pm, Raw <Live> w/ Y/n Y/l/n and Mr. Perfect on commentary!

the match you wrestled tonight was a bit upsetting to you, you loved working with Luna! you absolutely did, but you had to squash her on tonight’s Raw per Vince’s request.

he wasn’t budging so you just did what you had to do, it was a quick match and the crowd was puzzled as to why it went by so fast but at least you showed up tonight.

the highlight of the match however, was you and Gorilla Monsoon showing off the new women’s championship design, which the crowd popped massively for.

this morning you showed Vince a sketch of what you thought would look cool on a belt, and he liked it enough to were he said that he knew a guy that knew a guy that get the belt fully designed by the end of the day.

and here it was, propped up in front of you at the commentary desk as you sat next to Jim Ross and Jerry Lawrer. the match you were watching was Marc Mero vs. Hunter Hearst Helmsley for intercontinental championship, the match was supposed to be between Hunter and Mr. Perfect, but alas, a match was booked.

“I really feel bad about not being able to perform in front of all of these great fans” Mr. Perfect said, you laugh. “it’s not like you’d be able to win anyways” you snicker, “I see you’re Hunter’s team, Y/n” Jim says, you nod. “have you seen Hunter?” you ask. “I definitely see him and OH! Hunter with a suplex!”

you didn’t know what to expect from being commentary, it was weird watching from outside of the ring, but definitely an experience.

Hunter pushes the referee into the the ropes to stop Marc from hitting “the wild thing”, in Japan it’s called a shooting star press but apparently no one has done it here before which in itself was a wild thing.

“we’ll that wasn’t gentlemanly of him!” Mr. Perfect bellowed, “oh he’s is a gentleman alright!” you defend him. “oh yeah? what do you know about Hunter?” Mr. Perfect asked, “a lot! and none of it is of your business!”

“you listen here, little girl-”

“or what?”

the crowd pops as Marc launches himself at Hunter from the top rope, he gets up after a bit and they begin throwing each other around and Hunter pushes Marc on the referee, Mr. Perfect stands up and Jim warns him to not interfere.

“he won’t interfere” you say getting up, “but I will!”, you rush towards the ring and the audience cheers again, you make sure the referee stays down as Mr. Perfect also rushes to the ring, steel chair in hand.

he hands it to you.

you walk towards Hunter, but hit Marc with the chair making him drop to the mat. Mr. Perfect drags the referee towards Hunter who now covered Marc to count.

1,2,3!

the crowd pops and Hunter’s music plays, he’s the new champion. Mr. Perfect hands him the IC championship and hands you yours. Hunter hugs Mr. Perfect, they he hugs you tightly, then picks you up over his shoulder as you both raise your championships.

this one hundred percent will intensify your dating rumours.

shenanigans, but at least you participated.

you barely made it back to the locker room area before Hunter was spinning you around and about, kissing all over your face.

“i’m so proud of you!” you hold him close, “now we both have gold” he smiles, “thank you, angel”. you giggle, “you already thanked me, Hunter. you’ve done enough” you say.

“by the way, what’s with the flowers?”

#rainchyna #rainchyna’s sour grapes #sour grapes #wwe shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels x reader #hbk x reader #wwe fics #wwe headcanon #wwe fanfiction #wwf fics #wwf headcanons #wwf fanfic #wwf fanfiction #wwe headcanons

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sydsaint · 1 year

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(affectionately ) Smug Australian Bitch

Summary: This chapter is a little teaser for my newest original story featuring GraysonXShawn Michaels's daughter. The name and release date is still pending so stay tuned for that

"Grayson, knock it off." You giggle as you attempt to brush out your hair.

Grayson's fingers dance up your side as he grins at you in the bathroom mirror. "Well, I would get out of your hair, doll. But someone is wearing my shirt." He tugs at the shirt hanging loosely off of your shoulders.

"Right, I forgot." You remember that you grabbed his shirt off the floor earlier when you woke up. "Fine, here." You pull the shirt over your head and hand it to him. "Happy?"

Grayson grins down at you with a hungry look in his eye as he takes his shirt back. "God, you are one foxy little minx, ain't you?" He chuckles to himself.

"Mhm, just get dressed and get lost, playboy." You roll your eyes playfully. "I'll see you at the show tonight, yeah?" You ask him as Grayson walks out of the bathroom.

"Absolutely, you will," Grayson replies as he picks his pants up off the floor. "Who else is going to be around to tell you how sexy you look in your ring gear?"

You laugh from the bathroom and pull on the clothes sitting on the counter. You get dressed and fix your hair a bit, waiting for Grayson to finally get dressed and leave.

"Gray, you still here?" You come out of the bathroom a few minutes later.

Grayson nods from the foot of your bed as he buttons up his shirt. "I'm leaving." He puts his hands up in defense. "We wouldn't want your blockhead bestie to know that his sweet Y/N has been sleeping around, right?" He teases you.

"Bron is not a blockhead." You roll your eyes. "Hand me my perfume bottle, in the small pocket of my bag." You point to the bag at his feet.

Grayson nods and picks up the small pink bottle from your suitcase and brings it up to his nose for a sniff. "God, I love this damn smell." His eyes roll back a bit.

"Because it reminds you of me?" You tease and walk over to him.

Grayson eyes you up as you snatch the bottle from his hand and spray yourself with it. Once you've got a good spray of the perfume you drop the bottle and grab Waller gently by the collar of the shirt.

"Something to keep you going through the day." You grin and kiss him, perfume rubbing off on his shirt at the same time.

You let Grayson go and he shakes his head at you, a playful grin on his face. He walks over to the hotel room door and briefly fixes up the collar of his shirt.

"You're evil, miss Michael's. Evil." He winks at you. "I'll see you tonight, sweetheart."

Grayson leaves and you fall back onto your bed with a content sigh. You've barely been working in NXT for about three months, but you have managed to get hooked on Waller and his charismatic charm.

You've been keeping the relationship secret these past few months due to your family ties to the business. You know that Shawn wouldn't approve of his golden girl sleeping around with a tool like Waller.

And then there's Bron. Shawn has always been close to both of the Steiner brothers. So you've known Bron since you were both kids. You grew up together. You know that deep down, Bron wouldn't understand your attraction to Waller either.

You relax in the hotel room for a bit before you head out to the gym before work. You get a good workout done then head back to the hotel to collect your gear for work. When you get back to the hotel, you find Bron lingering around waiting for you.

"Stalking me now, Bronson?" You tease him when you see him. "What would your father think?" You 'tsk' at him.

Bron chuckles and pushes off of the wall to greet you. "Hey, Y/N." He goes in for a hug like he usually does. "How was your night last night?" He asks you. "Get up to anything interesting?"

"Interesting?" You cough. "No, my night was pretty boring." You lie and head inside your room with Bron in tow.

"Really?" Breakker replies and shuts the door behind him. "I thought that you went out for a drink last night? Remember? That's why you told me anyway."

You suddenly recall last night Bron asked if you wanted to hang out and you turned him down, claiming that you already had plans to grab a drink in town. "Right, yeah I ended up not going out." You laugh nervously. "Sorry, I didn't think to text you and let you know." You quickly spit out an apology.

"Ah, don't worry about it, Y/N." Bron shrugs. "You ready to head out to the center?" He asks you.

You nod and grab your work bag off the floor before heading out with Bron to work. The whole ride over you find it a bit difficult to talk to Bron about what you've been up to in your spare time. You hate lying to him about stuff. But you also don't want him beating the shit out of Grayson either on principle or your dad's persuasion.

You arrive at the arena and head for the locker room to change. You get changed and go in search of Shawn to see how the old-timer is handling work.

"Hey, dad." You find Shawn backstage with a couple of the crew.

Shawn turns around from the group that he's with and greets you with a proud smile. "Y/N, there's my superstar." He hugs you gently.

On the other side of the backstage area, Grayson arrives and is making his way to the locker rooms when he spots you walking by in your ring gear.

"Well well well, your dad know that you've got the skimpiest ring gear out of the bunch, Y/N?" Waller teases you and catches your attention.

You stop and turn around with a hand on your hip. These little encounters at work are something that you live for. The thrill of pretending that Waller is no more than another loud-mouth idiot that you don't care for at all. "Eyes are up here, pretty boy." You warn him with a grin. "And I'd watch it if I were you, Waller." You subtly nod behind him.

Grayson keeps that smug grin on his face and lets you pass by. You get down the hall where Bron is waiting for you with a scowl on his face.

"What did that dipshit say to you, Y/N?" He asks you when you get over to him.

"Nothing important." You shrug, hoping that Bron will just leave it alone.

Bron growls and scowls at Waller from down the hall. "Maybe not to you." He scrunches his nose in disgust. "But this isn't the first time that I've seen the little tool checking you out. I'm gonna go have a chat with him." He stomps off down the hall.

"Bron, wait!" You call to him but your childhood best friend won't be swayed when your honor is being questioned.

You watch helplessly as Bron stomps over to Grayson and corners him in the hall. You watch and ready yourself to jump in at a moment's notice.

"Hey! Waller!" Bron snaps at Grayson. "You better keep that smartass mouth quiet around Y/N." He warns Waller. "And you can stop checking her out whenever she walks by as well. Or else I'm going to have to knock some of those perfect teeth out. Got it?" He leans in really close to Grayson to get his point across.

Grayson nods to protect himself from an ass-kicking and Bron goes to back off but notices something at the last second. Grayson's shirt doesn't stink of his usual douchy cologne that's always sticking up the locker room. Instead, the unpleasant scent has been replaced by a sweet and fruity one. A scent that Bron has been associating with you since you were a teen and started using it.

"Okay, Bron." You start to worry when Bron stops backing off of Waller. "I think that he gets the point." You assure him nervously.

Bron's head snaps to you while he keeps Waller cornered with nowhere to go. "Y/N, you're still wearing that same Perfume as always right?" He asks you. "The Burberry one?"

"Yeah.." You nod. "HER by Burberry. Hasn't changed since I was like 15. Why?" You ask him in confusion.

Bron snaps back to Waller with an enraged look in his eye. "You wanna explain to me why this tools ugly ass shirt is practically drenched in the stuff?" He asks with a snarl.

"Shit!" You suddenly remember your shenanigans with Waller earlier in the day. "Bron put him down." You let out a deep sigh. "Grayson, you should probably go."

"Yeah...no offense, Y/N. But I think that I'll stay, just in case." Grayson replies and steps over to you.

Grayson steps over to you and it's like the lights finally kick on in Bron's head. "You've been sleeping with this tool, Y/N?" He confronts you.

"Um, more like dating, mate." Grayson chuckles nervously.

"Grayson!" You scold him. "Not the time! But yes, Bron. We've been dating for a couple of months now." You explain sheepishly.

A look of shock crosses Bron's face, followed by anger again. He steps towards Grayson and reaches out a hand to grab him.

"You've got some nerve!" Bron growls. "Thinking that you are even a fraction of the kind of man that she deserves to be dating!"

"No offense, but I didn't see you stepping up to the plate, mate." Grayson can't help but snark.

You put a hand to your temple and step inbetween Grayson and Bron. "That's enough!" You warn both of them. "Bron, I'm a big girl. I don't you telling me who I should and shouldn't be dating." You remind him.

"Does your dad know?" Bron turns to you. "Because I can't imagine that he approves of his either." He points out.

You scoff and roll your eyes. "No, I haven't told him yet. Why does it matter? I'm an adult. I don't have to tell him everything." You start to get annoyed with the whole situation. "Just forget it, Bron, leave me and Grayson alone."

"Yeah, you heard the lady," Grayson adds.

"That's it!" Bron snaps at grabs Waller by the collar of the shirt. "Now I'm really going to kick your ass." He lifts Grayson off of his feet.

"Bron!" You step forward again to stop him.

Before you can get far, Grayson puts his hand up and stops you. "It's alright, Y/N. This blockhead can kick my ass up and down this arena all he wants." He boldly claims with a smile. "But it won't stop me from being with you."

"Grayson." You reply with worry. "Bronson Steiner! Put him down!" You glare at Bron with the most serious face that you can muster.

Bron looks at you and then Grayson before he releases Waller from his grip. "I'm telling Shawn about this." He informs you.

You go to reply but before you can Bron reels a hand back and hits Grayson square in the nose. Grayson falls back onto his ass and Bron stomps off.

"Grayson!" You kneel on the floor. "Oh my gosh! Are you alright?" You tend to him.

"I'm alright, doll." Grayson nods, blood seeping from his nose. "Help me up, yeah? My eyes are kind of watery." He admits.

You nod and help Grayson to his feet. "Come on, let's get you back to medical." You help him down the hall. "God, I can't believe he hit you." You huff. "I mean seriously! What did he think that was going to accomplish?"

"Don't worry, Y/N." Grayson chuckles. "I'll take a thousand shots to the nose if it means I get you." He teases you.

You giggle at his optimism and shake your head. You really are falling for this charismatic and arrogant dork. And there is nothing anyone can do about that fact.

#nxt #nxt 2.0 #wwe x reader #wweedit #wwe fandom #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe #grayson waller #Its the accent #This man is my guilty pleasure #heels do it better

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fritextramole · 29 days

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my blood runs red

part 4 of a Dan Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Einstein Brain ~ Admiral Freebee

She gave me a six month sentence For not being charming towards her friends With two hands you eat One hand to greet Everything she said Sounded like a repeat

Mistakes Like This ~ Prelow

I wanna know all the dreams that you keep beneath I want the words that you whisper when I'm asleep Wanna give back the things that I plan to take And I hope that you won't care But all your makeup's running

Black Magic Woman ~ Fleetwood Mac

Got your spell on me, baby You got your spell on me, baby Yes, you got your spell on me, baby Turning my heart into stone I need you so bad, magic woman I can't leave you alone

Human ~ dodie, Tom Walker

Unzip your skin and let me have a see Paint me in trust I'll be your best friend Call me the one This night just can't end

Like or Like Like ~ Miniature Tigers

I looked like a goon, I was dressed for winter Even though it was the middle of June

There's No Way ~ Lauv, Julia Michaels

I wish I could make the time stop So we could forget everything and everyone I wish that the time would line up So we could just give in to what we want

Tired of Being Alone ~ Al Green

Honey, please love me if you will

More Than A Woman ~ Bee Gees

You got me working day and night Just tryin' to keep a hold on you Here in your arms I found my paradise My only chance for happiness And if I lose you now, I think I would die

Baby I'm Yours ~ Arctic Monkeys

I'm gonna stay right here by your side And do my best to keep you satisfied Nothing in the world could drive me away

Love to Keep Me Warm ~ Laufey, dodie

I love the winter weather So the two of us can get together There's nothing sweeter, finer When it's nice and cold I can hold my baby closer to me

The Book of Love ~ The Magnetic Fields

The book of love has music in it In fact that's where music comes from Some of it's just transcendental Some of it's just really dumb But I I love it when you sing to me And you You can sing me anything

Autumn Sweater ~ Yo Lo Tengo

We could slip away Wouldn't that be better Me with nothing to say And you in your autumn sweater

At Your Door ~ Alexi Murdoch

Well, you can take from me all you think you need And you can bury it deep, deep in the ground But I will never let you down

Love Of My Life ~ Queen

When I grow older, I will be there at your side To remind you how I still love you Back, hurry back, please bring it back home to me Because you don't know what it means to me Love of my life

Mostly Dead ~ Joseph Dubay

I can't comprehend this bed I'm in Without you by my side I get so afraid that all I'll ever do Is haunt you God, it makes me weak to think How bad I fucking want you

Shut Up Kiss Me ~ Angel Olsen

I could take it down to the floor You don't have to feel it anymore A love so real that it can't be ignored

This Must Be The Place ~ Talking Heads

You got a face with a view I'm just an animal looking for a home Share the same space for a minute or two And you love me till my heart stops Love me till I'm dead

New Song ~ Maggie Rogers, Del Water Gap

I'm young but I feel like an old man The tar in my lungs and these cold hands They held onto you

Shimmer ~ Fuel

She dreams a champagne dream Strawberry surprise Pink linen on white paper Lavender and cream Fields of butterflies Reality escapes her She says that love Is for fools that fall behind And I'm somewhere between I never really know A killer from a savior

zombie girl ~ Adrianne Lenker

Sleep paralysis, I sworn I could've felt you there And I almost could've kissed your hair

Losing My Religion ~ R.E.M.

Every whisper, of every waking hour I'm choosing my confessions Trying to keep an eye on you Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool Oh no I've said too much

midnight love ~ girl in red

Say I'm not your consolation prize I can't be your second best

Impossible ~ MOTHXR

All the lies I tell myself There's so much in your blood I'm here to help you let it out I'll cut you up all night baby girl if I'm allowed I'll use the same weaponry that you used on me

Cherry Wine ~ Hozier

Calls of guilty thrown at me All while she stains The sheets of some other

Love is All ~ the Tallest Man On Earth

The future was our skin and now we don't dream anymore

Wounded Heart ~ Matt Berry

You tore through me Like fire at a grand prix And I knew you'd won

#gg #ggplaylists #dan humphrey #gossip girl #source: senamarais

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yuckyygutz · 10 months

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♡ that n- mine bitch , i don't share ♡ miles!1610 x black!reader

:: in where our lovely reader gets a lil jealous that some girl rubbing all over her man, miles morales.

"i'm tellin' you, she's all over him. you gotta do somethin' about it, babes. this is like.. the third guy i see her with that's from miles group." jadia said, eyeing this one girl that was all over your man, miles morales.

"baby, what if they her friends aswell?" You clearly said trying to hide your jealousy, clearly failing. Crossing your arms and glaring at her, she was slowly getting a little bit too close for comfort.

"the way she eyein' miles make me think she don't see him as a friend.. she wants him, ma."

yeah, miles was fine and allat so you should've expected it, but you never expected how irritating it would feel," yeah, i know, i know. i will." you replied back, standing up from your seat as jadia gave you a thumbs up, cheering you on.

"i know! we've got like so much in common, it's crazy." The girl exclaimed, a smile plastered on her face as she got a lil close to miles.

"you literally thought that the person on jakeem's cap was Michael B. Jordan, we have got nothing in common." Miles quickly replied, flinching slightly as he felt your arm wrap around his,"heymiles, who is she?"

"miles, who is she?"

"this here, is my girl, and baby, this here, is Emma." He said, his voice sounding so up-lifting once he introducedyou to her but as soon as he said her name, his voice dropped to a monotone, sounding almost uninterested.

leaning into your ear, whispering,"you think you can deal with her? she been pestering me for a hot minute now." you nodded slightly, smiling as you felt his arm wrap about your waist,"so, uh.. you're taken?" Emma mumbled, clearly embarrassed.

"i've been-" "yes, yes he is." You said, a fake smile plastered onto your lips as you tried not too lash out. Miles stayed quiet, wanting the scene to unravel.

"he can speak for himself."

"but it clearly shows how you've been ignoring him speaking to you and telling you he was taken? funny." You mumbled, clearly irritated from this Emma girl.

"Whatever. You aren't all that anyways. I'm sure there's some better guy out there." Emma rolled her eyes, walking to her seat, glaring at you from afar.

"you hot when you jealous."

"shut yo trap."

♡ mind leaving a request , ma ? ♡

#miles 1610 #natashaspxradise

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undressmewithyoureyes · 8 months

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Let There Be Light - Chapter Twenty

The scenario from Ghost and you replayed over in your head, causing the blood to rush back to your face. The air was thick in the limo as it cruised towards the hotel. Soap went to open his mouth, but was quickly cut off by Ghosts thick accent, “Don’t.” Stern and to the point.

Your eyes cut to the right at him and then back towards your audience. A part of you felt embarrassed solely for that fact that you wanted that to be between you and Ghost, but the other part of you loved it because you wanted them and everyone else to know how good Ghost made you feel.

The limo came to a stop in front of the hotel and Ghost wasted no time to get out. He held his hand out towards you, and you took the invitation. He helped you out of the car and ushered you towards the door to the hotel. Mumbled chatter could be heard behind you two and you tried your hardest to figure out what they were saying, but Ghost was walking faster than you were used to, especially in heels.

“Can you slow down? Its kind of hard to walk that fast in these heels.” You tone wasn’t harsh, but it was a dead giveaway you were agitated.

Ghost stops, turns towards you, and picks you up – throwing you over his shoulder.

“What the fu-“You were cut off when felt his hand slap your ass. Blood rushed to your face from dangling over his shoulder and from the feelings that just shot through your body. You look up and see the rest of the team eyeballing you with shit grins across their face.

Soap started humping the air mimicking what Ghost had done to you in Michaels room, but that was cut short when Price slapped him on the shoulder. A snort came out of you as Ghost stepped into the elevator. The doors shut and butterflies fluttered your stomach as the elevator shot up. Several seconds later, the elevator reached your floor and Ghost made his way to the suite.

He wasted no time to unlock the door and slammed the door behind him.

“Can you put me down?” You wanted to sound serious, but there was no hiding the fact that you enjoyed this.

“As my lady wishes.” He throws you onto the bed and hovers over you. His hand gently placed at your throat as his eyes scanned over your face. Your breathing hitched and you couldn’t deny that you didn’t want what happened earlier to be a regular thing.

“My lady?” Your tone was just barely over a whisper.

He brings his face closer to yours and you reach your hands up to his mask as your fingers grab the fabric at the base of his neck. You pause not wanting to overstep your boundaries, but seeing the look in his eyes, you proceeded. Slowly, you removed Ghost and was face to face with Simon. “What did I tell you earlier, hm?” He pauses, “You belong to me.” His eyes watch as your face and body melt to his words. He hovers his lips above yours. You try to push forward to meet his lips, but his grip on your throat tightens holding you in place.

A whimper escapes your lips and a devilish grin forms on his face, “Patience little mouse.” His tone dark and raspy. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your back arches. You couldn’t figure out why the slightest touch of this man made your melt. The man who you tortured, who then turned around and tortured you, made you feel feelings no person has ever made you feel.

“I need yo-“ Your words were cut off when he places a finger on your lips. He knew what you needed, but he wanted you to wait.

“I know what you need.” His face still centimeters from yours. He gets closer to your ear, “You need a man who you can trust. You need a man you can depend on.” His voice was low and deep causing the warm feeling to ignite between your legs. You reach up and grab ahold of his arms. “You need a man who isn’t going to leave when things get tough. A man who fights for what he wants.” He moves back over to your face taking in the sight of you. Your soft eyes staring back into his.

He leans to your other ear and breathes out a heavy breath, causing your back to arch into him, “I am going to be that man for you. I want to be that man for you.” A breathy moan escaped you and he crashed his lips into yours. Electricity ignited in you and flowed through your veins. Your eyes watered at his promise because deep down that was what you truly wanted and not one ounce of you knew he was lying. He was telling the truth.

He shifted himself and placed his hand between your thighs and found your wet pussy. Without breaking his lips from yours, he rubbed your pussy up and down feeling just how wet you were. How he made you feel. You moan into his mouth as he places two fingers inside you. A deep growl left him causing butterflies to fly deep within you. He moved his fingers in and out of your wet pussy making you moan in his mouth.

You tried to break the kiss, but he held you tightly by the throat keeping you in position. His fingers, coated with your slickness pumped in and out of you. Your face reddened even deeper when you heard the gushing sounds coming from you – revealing just how wet he made you. The familiar tingling feeling made itself known again as he pumped his fingers harder into you.

Your breathing quickened and your kisses became more violent. He removed his lips from yours and squeezed your throat tighter.

“I-im going t-to come” Your voice hoarse from his tight grasp. The feeling deep between your legs became overwhelming. Your fingers gripped his arms tightly as your body was on the edge of orgasm. You arch your back as the feeling rushed towards you. A screamed escaped your lips as you chanted Ghost’s name over and over. Ghost savored this moment. He loved watching your body melt from him.

Your wet walls clenched down on his soaked fingers, and he roughly pumped into you even harder as you orgasmed. You removed your hand from his arm and tried to push away his hand that he was fucking you with away. He removed his hand from your throat to pin your arm above your head.

You felt a gush from your pussy and heard him chuckle. As you come down from your high, your chest continues to heave up and down. Ghost wastes no time to remove is hard cock and place it at your soaked entrance. He lets out a breathy moan as he enters your tight walls. Your brows furrow and your back arches again.

“You’re so tight for me” he growls out.

He picks his pace up, stretching your slick walls and coating his thick cock. Just as soon as the tingling feeling left, it came back, and you didn’t know if you could take another one. Your breathing picked up and your soft moans quickly turned into cries of pleasure.

His thick cock pumped in and out of you just as his fingers did. His cock kissing your cervix as he fucks you with both pain and pleasure. A soft whine escapes you when you felt him remove himself.

“Get on your knees.” It wasn’t an offer, but a demand and God forbid you disobey. You slowly get up and turn around. “Turn towards the living room.” Confusion swept across your face but did as you were told. You turned around facing the way he brought you in. Ghost shifted as he spread your knees out further. You held yourself up with your hands and felt him place himself at your entrance.

He grabbed his thick cock and rubbed it up and down to wet the tip of his eager cock. He grabs a handful of your hair, jerking your head back and arching your back. He slowly puts some of his cock in, teasing you, before pulling out. You breathe out a moan. He puts his cock in a little more and retracts.

“Please,” you begged.

“Please what?” He asks you as he slowly fills part of you.

“I need you.” You were completely submissive.

A low growl came out of him and rumbled your body. He places his cock at your entrance again, but forcefully thrusted inside you. Your knees became weak, and he continued to pull your hair even harder to keep you upright. He pumped harder and faster. Your moans became screams, and his growls became deep whimpers. His hands left your hair, and you felt his hand on the back of your neck.

He pushed you down, making your back arch perfectly. “Give me your hands.” He was close.

You place your hands behind your back and he hold them there with one of his hands, just like earlier. Your face was pressed into the mattress, and you realized that you were pressed against something wet.

“You feel how wet you were earlier little mouse?” His fucked you harder.

“Yes…sir” You answered between moans.

“Do you smell how sweet you are?” His voice becoming hoarse.

“Yes…s-sir”

“Mmm, that’s my good girl”. His cock filled your every need and hearing those words brought you back to where you just were a few minutes ago.

He held your face there in your own come as his cock pumped into you and his balls slapped against your swollen clit.

“Do you like belonging to me and only me?” He growled as he fucked you.

You whimper, “No.”

“NO?” His tone changed.

“I-I…love belonging to you Simon. I o-only want t-to be y-yours.” The words barely made it out of your lips before another orgasm took you. Your walls clamped around his thick cock.

You felt his pace pick up even more and he pumped into your harder, “F-fuck baby”. He was not expecting that answer and it caused him to go over the edge. His cock twitched inside you as your slick pussy milked his cock. He slowly came to a stop, pumping his seed deep inside your pussy.

Your body collapses while he is still inside you. You felt your arms release and a small kiss on your back between your shoulder blades. He removes himself and your body immediately felt sore and abused, but you loved it.

You were too exhausted to get up or to even think about getting up. Ghost stood beside to bed and lifted you up to bring you to the shower. Steam filled the stone box as Ghost began to wash you. This was new for you even. No man ever took the time to make sure you were okay or better yet making sure you were clean after sex. This was a new side to you, and you would have never thought that you would see him like this.

A part of you was scared because what if things became more? You weren’t ready for that. You knew from reading his file, you didn’t think he was capable of commitment either.

“Something on your mind little mouse?” His voice broke your trance. You looked up at him softly and shook your head no. Ghost continued to wash and rinse your body. He placed soft kisses as he rinsed.

After the shower, he wrapped you in your robe and both of you walked on the balcony looking at the Eifel Tower.

Nothing was said, and that was everything you needed to know. You felt safe with Ghost and one thing you knew, Ghost protected those he cared for. He would kill those he cared for, and you would do the same. You felt like between the two of you, the world would bow down to the both of you.

**Im sorry it took me forever to post another chapter. I have been really depressed here lately and trying to find motivation to do things. Let me know what you think. Thanks!!**

#gaz cod #john price #price #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #captain price #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader

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bellysoupset · 2 years

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ok ok, how about one of the football boys getting sick on the bus on the way to an away game? maybe he's carsick, maybe he ate something sketchy, either way he's not sure he's gonna make it without puking. at first he tries to sleep it off, but everyone's excited and rowdy and he's just feeling worse and worse...

I had toooo much fun typing this lol. Thank you so much for all the asks!

Leo pressed his forehead to the bus' window, praying they'd hit smooth tarmac soon and the vehicle would stop bouncing. They hit another pot hole and the whole bus dipped violently to the left, or at least it felt like such, as he felt his stomach clench with the movement.

To his right, his friends yelled. Lucas and Vince were standing up, the big clowns that they were and pestering every single person. Jonah had been the smarter and sat in the front, to read... Just the simple thought of reading in the bus made Leo's head swim.

He squeezed his eyes shut, then patted uselessly his bag dumped next to him, on the empty seat that should've been Mikey's, but Michael was now... It didn't matter. Somewhere. Pretty much everyone had gotten up at a point in the - so far - two hours long trip, and ended up sitting on someone else's place.

He grabbed his water bottle and took a small sip. It didn't help with the nausea, but at least pushed back the thick saliva that kept pooling in his mouth.

The bus swerved again and inertia sent him back against the window, causing Leo to let out a groan and wrap an arm around his stomach. Fuck, he just wanted for the fucking bus driver to do his-

"Yo Casper," Vince said cheekily, sitting next to him and Leo immediately straightened up and pulled his arm away from his nauseous stomach.

Vince, fucking Vince who never got carsick or sympathy sick or well... Anything. The man was like a fortress, built like a tank too. Today he was wearing a muscle top with arm holes so huge that he might as well not be wearing a shirt and he was wearing a snapback turned backwards, keeping all of his raven hair away from his face.

He seemed so bloody happy and chill, it was disgusting, Leo thought with a grimace.

"What?" he snapped sourly and Vince frowned at him.

"What what? You're even whiter than normal, man."

"I'm fine," Leo said through his teeth and he heard as his stomach immediately complained loudly over the lie. Thankfully, the bus was so noisy that Vince couldn't have heard it unless he had his ear pressed to the blonde's stomach.

"Uh-hu," Vince squinted at him, "sure thing. Do you want a beer?"

God.

Leo felt a burp sneak up on him, but he swallowed it down, keeping his face straight. Fuck no, he didn't want a beer.

"I'm just sleepy, go away," he said instead, turning on the seat and shoving his friend off. Vince let out a whine at being shoved off, but his mood couldn't be ruined by Leo acting out and he simply shrugged.

"Fine, your loss," before turning around to yell something at Lucas, starting to cross the bus again.

Leo groaned, planting his forehead back to the glass. The water he had been steadily drinking sloshed inside of him and he felt another burp come up, but this time around he let it through, regretting it as the burp carried with it the taste of his morning cereal.

He tried to sleep, so he wouldn't be such a huge liar, but it seemed like he was fighting a losing fight. The more he stood quiet, the more it seemed his stomach had other plans for him. His belly gurgled again and he felt like burping, but instead he swallowed it down. Not taking chances-

"You," Lucas said, flicking his ear to wake him up in case he was asleep. Leo forced his eyes open again, immediately turning his face away from the window and the bright sun, "look sick."

"Sick of your shit," Leo retorted dryly, "why can't any of you let me sleep?"

Lucas only leveled him with an amused glare, one that said he could read right through the other man. Leo deflated a little bit.

"Please leave me alone, Luke, I don't feel well."

"Yeah, I can tell that," Lucas rolled his eyes, turning around on the seat, knees planted on it. He was so ridiculously tall, he made the whole thing look like a kid's bus.

Leo turned his face away from his friend, now no longer bothering to hide the fact he was feeling really really nauseous, and wrapped his arms around his stomach, lowering his forehead to the seat in front of him. The half curled up position felt better on his head, at least now he had some support, but made his stomach feel even sourer, if possible.

Lucas turned back around, holding a plastic bag inside a plastic bag. He wrinkled it under Leo's nose, "there you go, kiddo."

"I'm older than you," Leo groaned, but took the bag, knowing it was a lost battle. His mouth was watering, "fuck."

"Yeah, fuck," Lucas agreed, thumping his back lightly, "just let it out-"

"Jonah is going to fucking kill me," Leo mumbled, spitting inside the bag. It was a little cloudy, colored by his breakfast. Lucas let out a snort.

"He's got headphones on, he'll never know."

"Oh he'll know," Leo groaned, then gagged and burped again. More frothy spit, "Luke-"

"You're okay, shh-" Lucas said, his voice sounding distant. Leo gagged again and then he let out a muffled "ohgoOd" and buried his face in the bag, his knuckles turning white around the flimsy plastic.

He heaved once dryly, then the next one brought a huge gush of his breakfast. The milk tasted rotten coming up and the chunks of cereal clung to the back of his throat, making him gag harder and puke again and then as he raised his head to try and get some air, his gut clenched again and he threw up once more, nearly missing the bag.

The vomit clung to the inner side and the whole thing was starting to feel heavy and wet and- He burped another gush, letting out a groan. Then spat some more, bunching up the bag in one of his fists, planting the other hand on the seat in front of him.

The whole bus was twirling and he felt so, so dizzy-

"Okay, you done?" Lucas asked, reaching in and Leo shook his head no.

"I'm gon' be sick again."

"Yeah, but now?" His friend asked, completely unbothered by the smell or the vomit clinging to Leo's chin.

"Uh..." Leo gulped down, sniffled and realized tears were clinging to his lashes. His stomach was still churning, his head felt stuffed with cotton, but he felt almost empty... "No- I -" he burped weakly, "don't thin-"

Someone, Vince probably, opened a bag of cheetos.

Leo groaned, "fuck-" and then immediately turned his face back to the bag, vomiting up another gush, this one much more chunky and he choked up on it, coughed and puked again, feeling vomit sting his nose... Lucas thumped his back again, planting his other hand on one of the sides of the bag, as if he was afraid Leo was planning to let go.

He heard the brunette man swear at someone and then a meek "Sorry!" and finally, the smell of cheetos and nausea both receded.

Leo pulled back from the bag, panting, now openly crying. He rubbed the tears away with the back of his hand, sucking in a breath.

"Now I'm done."

"Okay great," Lucas smiled, all puppy like, "let me get rid of this-" he reached for the bag, at the same time that ahead of them, Jonah lowered his headphones and sniffled the air, only to yell.

"DID SOMEONE PUKE?!"

"Told ya," Leo groaned, lowering his head in shame, while Vince yelled back,

"No, the bad smell is because your mouth is too close to your nose, Johnny!"

#leo wagner #sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #carsick #mywriting

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damelucyjo · 1 year

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Are we finally getting somewhere, guys?? 🤔

Episode 5 - Signs

Things are not going well for our boys 😔

Side note: I love Chris & Arlo 😂

Smack him harder Mae!!

That fucking text was from his dad?! 😂😂 I just learnt way more info than I wanted or needed!

Well said Roy! It’s really pissed me off that Ted has always been about them being a team, but has been happy for them to fully rely on Zava since they got him

Is this a continuity error?? Her hair was down at the match now it’s up?? 🤔 or is this not right after the match?? We’ve never seen her change her hair during the day before, have we??

Not that it matters anyway. Hannah always looks amazing, as we know! I’m glad this dress is making a comeback 🥵

Yes!! Shout at him babes!!

I love all of their reactions to it too. Ted’s tiny little smile is very cute

Beard’s little “I think” 😂 and Hannah trying very hard not to laugh. RELEASE THE BLOOPERS YOU COWARDS!!!!

YYEEEAAAHHHH!!!

Michael Jackson! (Sorry, only people who have watched Stella will understand why I want to say that every time Patrick Baladi is on my screen 🫣🤷🏻‍♀️😂)

This whole interaction is brilliant. Rebecca kind of stumbling over words because she’s thinking of all the signs and as she’s looking at the matchbook John just happens to walk in! And him seeming a little flustered, but happy to tell her he’s moved on and happy. He absolutely doesn’t come here often hoping to run into her 😳😂

Hannah’s face and whole reaction at ‘shite in nining armour’ 🫡 ALL THE AWARDS!!

Keeley having the same photo as Ted for Rebecca is cute

I’m so proud of Keeley!! Also tits. I’m sorry 😔

And that shirt was a choice, Miss Jones!! 😂

Shandy just makes me incredibly angry. And I know that’s the point, but July god 😡

These two have amazing chemistry. I am a RoyKeeley girly, but they cute!

These boys all knowing about She’s All That makes me very happy 😂 just when I think I can’t love them more

Again, Dani I love you 😍

Of course Beard danced in college. I will never be surprised about thing I learn about this man!

ROY FUCKING JOINED IN!!!

I love that they are including Trent

Protective uncle Beard 🥰

Roy, baby, who hurt you 🥺

Is Trent’s cup plastic?! How the fuck didn’t it break when he dropped it 😂

Aww, poor Leslie. Trying to do him job at the expense of his friend 🥺

Rebecca shutting it down straight away by changing the subject. Exactly, girly

The complete shift in Higgins’ whole self is brilliant. And of course he believes in psychics 😂

THE UNIVERSE IS FULLY OF THINGS WE CAN’T EXLAIN, REBECCA 👀

Of course he called his mum to practice that speech 😂

“Hey, Coach” “Hello, Rebecca” 🫠

THEY ARE SO IN SYNC!!!!!!

Yes, thank you Barbara for basically telling Keeley she needs to fire Shandy

I’ll say it every time she’s on screen if I have to; I love Barbara 😍😂 Katy is amazing

This scene really is all over the fucking shop! 😂 and here’s the bitchy female character that is very much real but we don’t get on the show 👍🏼

Fancy as fuck waiting room! And peep all the same women she saw when she left John. Well done on that one

Okay, is this hesitation because she can’t decide who she’d put? Or because she feels like she has no one?? 🤔

It might just be me, but this connection she has with this doctor feels very familiar (if that’s the right word) has he been her doctor forever? My initial reaction was that he knew her dad and I don’t know where that came from 😂

She looks so hopeful 🥹

“Unless it’s animal crossing. That shits fucking soothing” please never change, Isaac 😂

I feel so bad for Jamie that Zava says exactly what he says and they all go crazy for it, but not him. But he is getting a taste of his own medicine so…

I LOVE YOU DANI!! 😂 I love that they’ve giving so much to Cristo this year

Ted going to water then swapping to alcohol when Jake is mentioned 🥺

Barbara loves violence. Why do I love this??

I love the detail of Roy telling all the guys ‘cut, slice, mash’ their opponents, or in Colin’s case ‘cheer until your voice bleeds’, but tells Sam to ‘outclass ‘em’

Proud he didn’t pee on his trousers. I, too, and proud of you Ted 😂

“Henry’s a good kid cause you’re his dad” 🥹

Jade is so unnecessarily rude

I really do love what Nick is doing with Nate this season. It’s so layered and delicious

“Love someone for who they are not what they are” 👀

Sweet Nate, you don’t need her

They can’t function without Zava now. Shocking

I’m sorry, but Leslie’s Meemoji thing looks like my dad and that’s hilarious to me 😂😂

Hannah’s face journey in this scene breaks my heart. Nothing is said and yet every time is said at the same time 🥺 ALL. THE. AWARDS!!!

So twice she’s tried to call Keeley and she’s not answered 🤔 And she’s spent a good chunk of this episode alone 🤔 metaphors me thinks 👀

Keeley, babes, you can’t sleep with her after realising you can’t talk about Roy

Jade & Nate is interesting, but I’m not sure I’m behind it yet

Beard, you could have won that game if you hadn’t let the boys become a team that relied on Zava! (Why does this make me angry ITS NOT REAL!!😂)

A tactic his dad taught him that he passed onto his son 🥹 beautiful

Ted helping himself from a panic attack starting! Proud of you, babes!!

Gina fucking Gershon 😂 great callback!

I’m so happy to see Ted back giving his pep talks. And the boys being so invested in that sign because they’re so invested in Ted and his lessons.

OMG TED SWORE! 🫣😂

The order of these shots is interesting; Nate & Jade, Keeley & Jack, then Roy alone straight after, then Rebecca alone in the car still fixated on that FUCKING MATCHBOOK 🫠

Woah, what an episode! So much to unpack!! Of course I have many thoughts and feelings about most of it.

But it’s Amsterdam next week, guys! I will never be ready 🫡

#Ted Lasso Live Blogging #Ted Lasso

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