#and all this shit about ‘oh girls in school bathrooms are so nice if you’re crying they’ll support u even if they don’t know you’ whatever

[lovebugism]

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?” with a grumpy scrooge eddie!! maybe he and reader move into a new neighborhood with friendly neighbors who go all out for christmas and are always caroling? i can’t imagine the people of hawkins showing up at his door lol

ty for requesting :D — the metalhead freak gets stuck with a bunch of carolers and runs to his girl for comfort (established relationship, fluff, eddie "loves being babied" munson, 1.2k)

blurbcember ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Eddie moves to the nice side of Hawkins with you. Not the suburbs, exactly, but pretty damn close. 

It’s a house with stairs and a sliding back door, both of which only existed in movies for a kid who grew up in a trailer park. The backyard is fenced in, too — big enough for a dog. A couple of them, even. And maybe a pool if his music career takes off. The realtor also told you that the school district is “to die for,” and even though that’s not really an issue right now, Eddie figures it’ll be important sometime soon.

These are all things you’re supposed to care about when you’re settling down with someone you can see a future with. Eddie thinks so, at least. He can see himself getting old with you, in this house and on that front porch. He’ll be holding your hand on your afternoon walks until both of yours are spotted and wrinkly.

The only bad thing about life (halfway) in the suburbs is running into all the assholes he used to know in high school. Vicki Carmichael was walking her too-expensive dog yesterday morning, and the afternoon before that, Tina Burton had the whole cul-de-sac down the street shut down for her kid’s first birthday party. What the hell is a one-year-old even supposed to do with a bouncy house?

It’s totally trippy. 

But Eddie’s been able to avoid them well enough. Or maybe everyone else is avoiding him. Either way, he’s grateful.

“No— where are you going?” you whine as Eddie slides open the glass door of the shower. You’re still getting used to being able to do this with him now that you’ve moved into the new place. The bathroom back at the trailer was barely big enough for one person, let alone two.

“I’m already done, and you’ve barely even started,” he answers, laughing at the dramatic desperation in your voice. 

He steps onto the plush mat outside the tub and wraps a towel around his tattooed hips. Steam flows out, and the outside cold swoops in. It pricks your skin and makes you shiver. You duck under the faucet for warmth until he closes the door behind him.

“You’re gonna be in here forever, and I’m gonna get all pruney,” Eddie insists, right before shaking out his damp curls like a wet dog.

“You usually like it when I take my time,” you joke, laughing when it makes him silent.

Eddie’s brain gets all foggy at your words. Worse than the heavy steam filling up the bathroom. He’s contemplating whether or not to jump back into the shower with you — and really let you “take your time” — but a knock on the door throws a wrench in his plans.

“Can you get the door for me, honey?” you ask just to tease him, ‘cause you know he’s milliseconds away from pressing you against the shower wall.

He listens to you, because he always listens to you, and then ultimately decides he never will again.

Eddie leaves the warmth of the bathroom, shoves on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that do little to protect him from the bitter cold outside, and finds a number of familiar faces standing on his porch. 

It’s an entire crowd of people who used to bully him in high school — plus a bunch of snotty private school kids — all dressed up in the most horrendous, white-bread Christmas outfits the world has ever seen.

“Oh, shit…” Eddie mumbles under his breath, the evidence of his words leaving in a thin white cloud. He hadn’t even meant to say them out loud. They just sorta spilled out in the moment. Honestly, he thinks he might be dreaming.

The town’s resident metalhead is forced to sit through a botched rendition of Deck the Halls and Holy Night. And since you’re still in the shower, you can’t even swoop in to save him from it all. He just suffers through the half-out-of-tune caroling while his drying hair frizzes, a wavering smile of confusion stagnant on his face. 

When they’re finally gone, Eddie shuts the door with a chest-deflating sigh. He isn’t totally sure he’s taken a single breath since he opened the damn thing.

“Who was that?” you call from the top of the stairs, a fuzzy towel clutched to your chest. The warm scent of your body wash flows from the opened bathroom door and down the steps.

Eddie turns to look up at you from the bottom of them. He feels so suddenly drained. Like he just ran a marathon or pulled an all-nighter — something utterly exhausting that’s taken a piece of his soul. Maybe it’s dramatic, but he feels a little like his suffering has stripped ten years off his life.

“Remind me again why we can’t kill the carolers?” he jokes as he trudges up the stairs, the railing of them lined with glowing garlands.

“Those were carolers?” you gape, eyes wide and brows raised to your hairline.

Answering the door isn’t really Eddie’s thing. Conversations with strangers at the door aren’t really his thing, either. You think he might’ve just lived through one of his greatest fears.

“Yeah,” he scoffs, laughing through an exhausted sigh. He walks to your shared bedroom and flops on the center of the bed. A heavy sigh falls from his lips like he just got done working a twelve-hour shift. 

You’d laugh at his dramatics if you thought they were anything but totally real. So instead, you sit gingerly beside him, careful to keep your towel from falling, and try to comfort him without giggling.

“Shit, babe. I’m sorry,” you mutter, rubbing a palm up and down the length of his back. You’re grateful he can’t see your smile from this angle, lest he think you aren’t taking this seriously.

“Oh, don’t be,” he tells you, muffled into his pillow. Sarcasm drips from his honeyed lips like venom. “It was tons of fun seeing Jason fucking Carver on our doorstep.”

“Jason was out there?” you gape, a little louder than you mean to. Your shock is palpable.

Eddie huffs and turns onto his back. “Yeah— did you know he has a kid now?”

“What?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods with a small smirk. The life returns to the chocolate of his eyes now that he can gossip. “She was a really cute baby, you know, considering. The odds weren’t really in her favor there.”

You tilt your cheek to your shoulder and cup his jaw with a warm hand. Your thumb rubs gently over the flushed apple of it, tinted cold from the outside weather. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you,” you tell him, half playful but with a sincere glimmer in your eye.

“No, it’s okay,” he says with a shake of his head. “I’m glad you weren’t there to see that.”

You can’t tell if Eddie knows you’re teasing him or not. Or if he’s joking about the whole thing ‘cause it’s over now. Your boy’s too hard to read for his own good. You decide to keep pitying him anyway. His love language is basically being babied.

“Want me to make you some hot chocolate?”

He nods, a small pout jutting out his rosy lips. “With the mini marshmallows, please?” he mumbles.

You bend at the waist to plant a kiss on his forehead. “Whatever you want, babe,” you promise in a gentle murmur.

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble #event: blurbcember

[bouncybongfairy]

Rickety-Rickety Wrecked

Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After recently getting a job, the illusion that high school status quotes and popularity truly mean nothing. You've been re-evaluating things that once made you bubble with excitement like sneaking out and partying. That being said, your younger sister informs you that she's going to Summer Smith's house party. Starting to feel like a senior citizen, you tag along and encounter Rick Sanchez.

Word Count 3.0k+

(!This is a smut fanfic, you’ve been warned!)

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As you walked out the doors of the nursing home you worked at. Your hand was lazily searching for the keys that were undoubtedly buried at the bottom of your bag. After opening the car door, you let your body fall into the driver’s seat. It wasn’t just being physically but mentally drained as well. Tossing your purse into the passenger side and start the car. It was Friday and you were excited to finally have an entire weekend off. You couldn’t remember the last time you had any time to yourself. Pulling into the driveway, you weren’t surprised to see that your mom’s car wasn’t home. She works nights but will take every double shift she can get her hands on. You dropped the purse on your bed and immediately went over to shower. Even though you’re a Med-Tech you still will help residents with toileting among other things. While waiting for the water to get hot, you let your dirty scrubs drop onto the floor.​​ The water was scorchingly perfect, you could feel your muscles loosening. Using your nails, you scrub your scalp almost moaning from how nice it felt. The smell of the ‘honey crisp apple’ scented candle was only adding to the relaxation. Unfortunately that all came to a halt when your younger sister barrelled into the bathroom and turned on the harsh fluorescent lights.

“Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed. 

“Well sorry, you’re the one hogging the bathroom,” your sister remarked. 

“If you were patient and knocked I would have told you that I’m about to be done,” you said. 

“No time, Morty invited me to a party that Summer is throwing,” she said which made you throw the current open. 

“You’re going to Summer Smith’s party?” you questioned. 

“Yeah, I thought you were going to. Morty mentioned that Summer asked you. And plus I kinda already told my friend that you would give us a ride..” she said. 

“Girl what the fuck, why would I go to a party after working every day after school all week. Yeah she invited me but I wasn’t planning on going,” you huffed.

“Well, can you still take me?” she asked.

After you got out of the shower you thought about the fact that even your younger sister was going to be at this party. Even though you were still tired from school and the work week, you felt like staying home would just make you feel… pathetic. As soon as you got out of the shower you started getting ready. You haven’t done your makeup in so long that you almost forgot how to apply your lashes. You straightened your hair and threw on a jean mini skirt and a black long sleeve. It was weird looking in the mirror once you were all done up. You liked it though, it made you miss when you didn’t have to worry about work. When you went downstairs to see if your little sister was ready to go, she was equally as shocked at your appearance. After her friend arrived you guys took off to the Smith house. The entire house was completely lit up with lights, teens that were smoking on the roof, and of course, unknown species of life that were slithering and flying around. Your sister pestered you for 20 bucks then ditched you. You entered the house and immediately got greeted by the smell of weed and tobacco. It didn’t bother you too much though, you walked into the living room and immediately saw your old group of friends. They all screamed and ran over to give you a hug. You could tell they were all a little intoxicated. 

“What are you doing here, we had no idea you were coming!” Maya said. 

“Yeah I had the weekend off so I thought I’d come out,” you said. 

“Ever since you started working, I feel like I haven’t seen you in like forever,” Anna said. 

“Yeah I know, but it’s nice being able to save money. Especially because I could take some of that responsibility off my mom,” you said. 

“Don’t you miss going out though? You were literally about to get asked out by Brad. I mean like, you practically lost your status when it comes to school,” Maya said in a condescending way.

“If my status was based purely on me going to parties and hanging out with girls who are pretending to be drunk then I don’t think I want it. Too obtainable for someone like me, sounds perfect for you though,” you said, giving her a warm smile as you watched her smirk fade from her face. 

Now you remember why you stopped going to house parties like this. As you walked around you couldn’t help but notice all the sophomoric conversations going on. Things like bragging about having a roach from their dad’s ashtray. Or boasting about getting to second base with their girl. Honestly, it made you feel a lot older than you are. Making your way into the kitchen, you saw Summer standing there with Trisha. They both greeted you and complemented how you looked, which really lifted your confidence.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, stranger,” Summer said, giving you a red solo cup filled with an unknown liquid. 

“Girl you know I started working,” you said, smelling the cup and trying to identify what type of liquor it is. 

“Same, honestly ever since I started working at my mom’s shop, I feel like my childhood is officially over,” Trisha laughed. 

“God I’m glad I’m not the only one,” you joked back. 

“We were about to go up into my room and smoke, you wanna join?” Summer asked which you immediately agreed to. 

Her room was really nice, with pink coral walls and a bunch of different posters that covered them. Trisha and you sat down on her bed and Summer walked over and grabbed a bong from under her desk. She grabbed her desk chair so that she could sit in front of you guys. Trisha surprised you and pulled a blunt out from behind her ear. They thought this was your first time smoking but it wasn’t. When you work in a nursing home, sometimes the only thing keeping you sane is your wind-down time at the end of the day. After puffing on those for a bit, Summer pulled out a tray that had a couple of purple almost violet crystals. Without saying a word to each other, the two girls crush up one and then snort it. It took you back at first, the brazenness of how casually they were doing lines was a little jarring, to say the least. When you asked what it was they explained what kalaxian crystals were and what the high was like. Even though it was embarrassing, the factor that sold you was when Summer said they couldn’t be picked up on a drug test. Trisha was holding up the tray and Summer was walking you through what to do. 

“So like, when people do lines for the first time, most don’t fully sniff because they are obviously like, intimidated by it. But if you take a small bump then it’ll just burn and you won’t get the full high. So just go full throttle,” she said handing you the straw, the fact that the whites of her eyes were now blue made you nervous. 

However, the mix of alcohol and weed in your system was making you ballsy. You close your eyes and take the full line, dropping the straw on the tray and bringing your hands to your nose. As if that would’ve helped the burning sensation. Both girls were giggling as they watched you react, asking every now and then if you were okay. Your entire sinus cavity was not only burning but giving off an unpleasant taste in the back of your throat. The effects were immediate and you felt like you were defying gravity. Like if you really tried you could start floating away. You looked over at the two other girls who were dancing to the stereo Summer had in her room. Without them even noticing, you walked out of her room and made your way downstairs. You felt like everything was moving in slow motion and you were taking in every detail of everything you laid eyes on. The music was so loud that it felt like a heart beating in your ears. Panic and sensory overload were taking over and you could feel your heart began to quicken. After accidentally bumping into a girl, she turns around and tries to snake her arm around your waist. Obviously having a stranger try to grind on you in the midst of a panic attack was the last thing that helped. You broke away and made a B-line to the nearest door. You yanked it open and slammed it shut behind you. You were using your hand to cover your mouth in a sad attempt to stop your hyperventilation. 

“Medical emergency detected, blood pressure 148/96 and rising; Medical intervention advised,” a monotone woman’s voice spoke throughout the room. 

“Oh my fucking god, I’m fucking hallucinating… I’m overdosing I-I’m about to fucking die,” you have cried have muttered to yourself and you covered your ears. 

“You -buhrup- you’re not dying yet, what did you take?” a male’s voice asked. When you looked up, a blue-haired man was standing over you. Wearing brown slacks and black shoes. 

“You deaf? What -buhrup- did you take?” he asked again, taking your jaw into his hands and making you look up at him. Your eyes were still blue from the crystals and your jaw was now chattering. You were still crying and breathing heavily. 

“I told Summer to stop letting people take bumps of kalaxian. I have something, hold on.

“No- I don’t, I just needed a-a few minutes to catch my breath,” you explained, wiping your eyes and standing up, still leaning against the garage door for support. 

“Whatever, you’re lucky I’m trying this whole nice thing,” he said, going back to working on whatever it was sitting on his workbench.

“Sorry,” you said, walking over to his bench and asking if you could sit on the bench. He ignored you but also didn’t protest when you hopped on. Setting your purse down, grab your dab pen and take a puff. 

“You sure about smoking that?” he asked. 

“Weed is a vasodilator so it probably wouldn’t be the best thing for me right now but it can’t be the worst either,” you said taking another hit. 

“Did WebMD teach you that?” he asked.

“No, I learned that from my CNA teacher,” you said. 

“HAHA, do you enjoy wiping shit off of saggy balls?” Rick said followed by a fit of laughter. 

“Yeah, kinda hot,” you said, taking a drag. He looked at you with his eyebrow cocked which made you burst out into laughter, “you should have seen his face!” You said you are unable to compose yourself. He squinted his eyes, tilted his head down slightly, and scowled at you. 

Maybe it was the drugs but the look he gave you made your stomach feel like it was boiling. He again went back to tinkering with his invention. His side profile was strong, his lips were in a frown and he had liquor dripping down his chin. His hands were huge, making a screwdriver look like a pencil. His posture was horrible, practically hunching over the workbench. The blue long-sleeve he wore was slightly tucked into the top of his pants. You were watching his lower stomach rise and lower as he breathed at a very steady rate. He had dark under-eye bags that only added to an angst vibe that radiated off him. You wanted to make a move to indicate that you thought he was attractive but felt insecure. Taking a deep drag from your pen to give you a bit of courage, you kick off your heels.

The sound of them clattering to the floor made Rick look over, he didn’t move but instead shifted his eye to the side to watch you. When he didn’t give you the attention you were craving, you uncrossed your legs and let them hang in front of you. Rick set down what he was working on and turned to face you. Pressing his back into the workbench and just watching you. Biting onto the tip of the pen you take another big drag and blow it between your legs. In turn, he took a swig from his flask, almost like that was his move in this little game you were playing with each other. You set your pen down and pull your skirt up so that the jean material of your skirt was no longer touching the tabletop. Revealing the hip bands on your baby blue thong, he chuckled and walked over to you. He stood about a foot away from you and even though there was still distance between the two, it felt closer. You were intimidated by him and you couldn’t tell if it was turning you on more or not. Extending your leg out, you use your foot and untuck the front of his shirt from his pants. Exposing his happy trail that to your surprise was also blue. 

“So the carpet does match the drapes,” you giggle, which quickly turns into a gasp as Rick grabs your ankle and holds it up slightly. He was squeezing it so tightly but this only ignited a need that you didn’t know existed. 

“Should have asked if you were so curious,” he said, pulling your leg so that your ass was almost falling off the edge of the table.

He loosened his grip on your ankle and ran his calloused hand up your leg. Once he was close enough, he snaked his hand around your waist. The feeling of his hand touching your lower back made your back arch involuntarily. His crotch was pressed lightly against yours. You were so nervous that your teeth were chattering. His hands were now running up and down your lower back, almost like he was getting off from watching how sensitive you were to his touch. When you looked up, he was already looking down at you. This was something that was new to you and you weren’t quite sure what to do with your hands. Trying not to think too hard about it, you dip your fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers. You pressed your nose against him, letting your bottom lip rub against his gently. You start pulling on the end of his shirt, prompting him to take it off. He shook his head in disagreement, so you pull away slightly and take your top off. He laughed and then took his shirt off as well. As if he had a look in his eye that said I’ll show mine if you show yours’. The fact that neither of you had to speak to communicate made you want to throw yourself at him. There were scars littered across his body, you traced one that was on his chest. Moving your fingertips to his arms, still admiring his old battle wounds. He was still watching you even though you weren’t making eye contact with him. 

When you finally broke away and looked up at him and couldn’t help but admire him. His frown lines, how dark his eyes were, and how his hair was sticking out in all directions. You smashed your mouth against him, unable to bear waiting any longer. He was such a good kisser, not messy and sloppy like the ones you’ve had before. He was aggressive but not overbearing, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Running your hands through his hair and around his neck. He moved his hands to his hips and began grinding against you. Your lips were starting to feel raw from how long he’d been biting and kissing. Moving your hands down to his pelvis you try unbuckling his belt. When he pulled away from you, a trail of saliva connected by the both of your bottom lips followed. He pulled down the front of his pants, exposing his dick. You pulled your panties to the side and he didn’t waste any time reaching down to feel how wet you were. He let out a hoarse moan, and let his forehead fall onto your shoulder. At this point you were aching with anticipation. Unwilling to take his teasing anymore, you reach down and line up his tip with your entrance. He takes the hint and moves his hands back to your hips for support. Slowly he started pressing into you, his mouth was slightly hung open. There was a slight stinging from how big he was but because he was starting slow, that feeling soon faded. He took a step forward once he was fully pressed into you. 

He kept himself buried inside of you for a while while kissing your neck. Sucking hickies and leaving bite marks all the way down to your shoulder. He slowly started rocking himself back and forth. You attach yourself to his neck, wrapping your arms around his neck and moan as he slides in and out. You were trying to buck your hip up in order to meet him halfway with his thrusts. Watching his facial expressions as he pounded into you was making you feel euphoric. Everytime you tightened around his shaft you could see his face scrunch in pleasure. At this point he was pounding viciously into you, your walls were becoming sensitive. You were sure that he was getting close because he was getting more aggressive. His thrusts were getting more sporadic, he reached up and grabbed a fist full of your hair. Forcing your head back, exposing your neck allowing him to continue marking you up.

You were whimpering every time his length pressed completely inside you. His face was red from how much he was exerting himself. Your arms were wrapped around his neck so he grabbed you from underneath your knees and pressed you against the wall. The change in position was enough to send you over the edge, going limp slightly as your pussy spasmed around his cock while you came. He let his entire body weight press against you as he came inside you. As you were cumming, you could feel his throbbing member spurting inside of you. When he pulled out he took his shaft into his hand and rubbed his tip up and down your folds. Enjoying the feelings of your warmth and swollen core. He set you back down on the top of his work station. You were still cross faded and don’t think you could walk even if you wanted to. Barely being able to keep your eyes open you use your arm as a pillow to ‘rest your eyes’ for a few moments.

Rick zipped his pants up and went to leave the garage, knowing you’d probably leave once you woke up. Maybe it was the recent encounter with Unity that made him feel like a douche. As if having careless sex with you was only proving her point that you were a bad guy. He took a deep breath and stood in front of the door for a while before turning around. Grabbing your purse, he took your wallet and looked for the address on your ID. After punching it into his portal gun and creating the green entryway to your house. He picked you up bridal style and carried you through the portal. He used his foot to move the covers over and set you down on your bed. Leaving your purse and shoes on the floor next to you before leaving.

#rick and morty fanfiction #rick sanchez x you #rick sanchez fanfic #rick sanchez smut #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez imagine #season 7 rick sanchez #rick and morty spoilers #rick and morty fandom #rick and morty season 7 #rick and morty season 7 fanfic #rick sanchez season 7 #smut fanfiction #rick sanchez smut fanfic #smut writing

[feistyfreaks]

IK ITS NOT EVEN OCTOBER ANYMORE BUT I HAVE A REQUEST…. I always read about shy readers and I have no issue with it but I would love some appreciation for the nice popular girls! Maybe a ghostface!miguel x Nice popular reader (female)

i tried my best making these two work with each other so .. i hope you enjoy 🥲.

LOCKED IN TEMPTATION.

≪ pairings ≫ ⋮ npg!reader x ghostface!miguel

₊❏❜ content ⋮ school lockdown, armed murderer, threatening, degradation, dark themes, sexual coercion - dubcon/cnc, oral (m receiving), throat bulge, katoptronophilia (mirror sex), unexpected orgasm/squirting, & unprotected sex.

taglist ⋮ @pewpunk @111gltzpzy @theloneshadow @gabriel1898 @mimisxs (divider by @cafekitsune ♡)

“wait for me!” your friend called out, making you turn around. “which class are you going to?” you ask chloe, stopping in your tracks. “ugh, to biology.” she groans in response, her voice itching with annoyance. “why are heels such a pain in the ass.” she complains.

“maybe you shouldn’t have worn them to begin with.” cory suggests with a corny smile. “it’s not my fault i wanna look pretty.” chloe whines.

you all take a turn, “hey do you guys wanna use the bathroom?” you intervene.

“yeah, sure, i could really use the break.” chloe replies, sighing. you take another turn down, this time heading down the hallway towards the bathroom.

your girl group follows you in. beatrix leaned over the counter, applying lipstick. “hey did you guys hear the news?” cory blurts out, adjusting her glasses with a shocked look on her face.

“hey girl!” beatrix smiles as you two do your special handshake. “no why?” you reply, smiling, turning your attention to the girl with all your books in her hand. “supposedly there’s this new serial killer in town and he disguises himself with a ghost face mask.” cory says.

“a serial killer?” chloe scoffs, hopping onto the counter, now invested.

“yeah.”

“sounds scary,” beatrix adds, “do you have your mascara i could borrow? mines dry as fuck.”

“yeah, sure.” you grin, handing her your mascara. “thanks you’re the best.”

“so what’s his body count?” chloe asks with a wily smile. cory glances at you and beatrix, and back at chloe. “as in..?” beatrix raises a brow with a smirk on her face. “you guys are so dirty minded.” chloe bursts out laughing, “i meant in kill count, duh.”

“then you should’ve specified.” cory says as you all giggle in unison. suddenly her expression changes, glancing back at the phone and her jaw drops.

“well he’s made himself known.. surprised he hasn’t broken a record yet, the reports of deaths this month averages around two fifty.”

you all exchange looks.

“yikes.”

“well that doesn’t sound too good.” you mutter, scratching the back of your head.

“here.” beatrix hums, handing you back your mascara wand as you smile.

“welp, glad i’m not one of his victims.” chloe exhales. “guys we better hurry up or else we’ll be late.” beatrix adds as chloe plops off the counter, heading her way out the bathroom.

“see you last period.” she waves.

“i’ll get going too.” beatrix winks at you, following behind the blonde.

cory stays with you while you fix up your makeup and finish putting on your mascara. “have you got a message to be on watch of any suspicious activity?” cory looks at you, “i mean. maybe an amber alert, that’s all. but that’s probably irrelevant to the situation.”

the bell rung and you two stare at each other in disbelief. “my moms gonna think i’m skipping.” cory whines, face palming herself. “third time this week.”

but before the both of you could run out the door, the sound of a phone being picked up was heard.

and an announcement was made.

“students and staff we are now undergoing a lockdown, this is not a drill. please lock your doors, cover the windows and escort students back to class if needed. i repeat this is not a drill.”

“oh shit!” cory screams, dropping your books on the floor as your heart drops.

“what do we do?! we’re gonna get in so much trouble!” her eyes widen, hands clasping around her head as she pulls on her red locks.

“fuck, fuck fuck!” without thinking she pushes you into a stall, locking the door as the both of you prep yourselves onto the toilet seat.

“we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die!” cory murmured, grabbing your hand. “no we’re not!” you protest quietly, trying to calm her down.

“i’ll never see my mom again!” your friend babbled. you squeezed cory’s hand. “we’ll make it out alive together, i promise.”

you shouldn’t really be promising at times like this, but you had to get her to shut up somehow. you two heard the sound of footsteps running all over the place until it became silent.

those six minutes felt like six months.

you slowly lowered your foot, thinking coast was clear — just then you heard the bathrooms door creak open. you quickly swooped yourself off the floor.

that’s when you realized.

idiots.

you two hadn’t locked the bathrooms entrance.

you covered cory’s mouth as you put a finger on your lips; signaling her to stay quiet. heavy footsteps echoed throughout the bathrooms tiled floor and stopped in front of the dropped books that was scattered in different directions. you threw a hand over your mouth, watching her lips quiver.

someone shoved all the stalls opened until yours was the last one that remained.

you glanced down, their feet was the only thing that was visible in the small opening under the door. her grasp on your hand tightened. the two of you held your breaths.

you tried to steady your inconsistent breaths, squeezing your eyes shut. cory was surprisingly staying quiet for the most part. the seconds ticked and it felt like hours that the intruder stood there.

until they finally stepped back.

their footsteps were then heard from afar as you supposed they were leaving. the door creaked open again and just before you could sigh out in relief, cory’s foot got caught in the toilets sensor and the loud sound of the toilet flushing made the two of you gasp.

the footsteps stopped, and the two of you looked at each other dumbfounded.

“i know you’re in there.” a deep voice broke the silenced room. cory stared at you, looking for instructions.. possibly anything from your face that hinted what to do. but you didn’t give any.

you looked just as pale as she did.

“fine then. i’ll count to five, and if you don’t step out, i’ll make you come out.”

“one.”

cory gulped.

“two.”

she eyed you, shaking her head in disapproval when you reached to unlock the door.

“three.”

you stepped down slowly, your feet visible to the man behind the door.

“four.”

you gathered all your courage, slowly squeaking the door open.

“five.”

you looked up at him, your fists curled into a ball as your nails engraved into your palms.

“two?” he chuckled, stepping forward as you defensively stood in front of your friend.

you tried to appear intimidating, but of course you made yourself look like a fool, and instead he was the one that looked intimidating.

cory clung onto your arm, sniffling into the crook of your neck. your heart beat quickened, trying your best to keep up the brave act.

“how pathetic.” he laughed, “you’re not even armed. you don’t scare me little girl.”

he stepped closer and defensively, and without thinking, you kicked his shin. hard.

“run!”

he hissed, but before you two could make a run for it, he tugged on cory’s arm, pulling her backwards. you grasped onto her tightly, tugging her forward with all your strength. he pulled her towards him, and with a harsh yank your sweaty palms let go.

“you’ll pay for that.” he scoffed, head locking cory and aiming the knife towards her pulse point. “so who’s it gonna be?”

“you, or her?”

you glance at your friend who looks like she’s on the urge of fainting, her glasses are practically slipping off the bridge of her nose and her eyes were just as wet as an opened faucet running. you couldn’t stand watching her get hurt in front of you.

“don’t hurt her!” you beg out in defeat.

“let her go!”

“what’s the magic word?”

“p-please..? i-i’ll do anything!”

he lets her go and cory stumbles back, her glasses shattering. she weeped and with her blurry eyesight she ran out of the bathroom, almost tripping on her tangled feet.

“what a selfish bitch.” he laughs, “look at her go, four eyed freak can win a marathon.” he chuckles, practically wheezing.

you felt embarrassed, humiliated, a fool, stupid even.

tears formed in your eyes as he cornered you into the wall. “friends’ll backstab you so easily, how ironic.” he hums, his knuckles caressing your pale cheek sweetly.

that’s when your heart sinks, this was the guy from the news. ghost face mask. check. scary looking. check, and probably does have a kill count around two fifty. you mean. look at em.

you gulp, batting your wet eyelashes at him. “aww, don’t give me that look.” he coos, trailing the knife along the length of your neck. “you look like you need a hug.” he teases, almost feeling sorry for you. he leans into you, “i won’t hurt you.. not unless.. you give me what i want.” he whispers.

you sniffle, your knees felt like jello from how much they trembled. “a-and what is that?” you ask, voice ever so quiet. “hmnnn.” he hums. his thumb gently presses onto your bottom lip, pushing harder until his pad was rubbing onto the wet muscle of your tongue.

a raspy groan escaped his throat, “i want sex.” your pupils dilate as a rush of heat makes its way down your spine. “s-sex?” you repeat dumbly, almost gagging as he presses further on the flat of your tongue.

“you heard me, get down on your knees f’me.” he smirks underneath his mask. before you could even react his hand pushes your head down as you drop down to your knees submissively.

you felt weak, and powerless.

“that’s it. that’s a good girl.” he praised, his bulge threatened to escape its cage. huge, hard and curved into his slacks. he grabbed the back of your head, practically shoving his groin onto your face.

“go on. unbuckle my belt.” he demanded. you tugged on the leather feeling excitement pool into your panties. you zipped down his pants and his cock jumped out eagerly. he groaned, his dick thick and veiny, and tip raging red as beads of his pre dribbled down his long shaft. he grabbed his cock with his other hand, smacking the girth onto your cheek and smearing the pre onto your plump lip.

“open.” he ordered.

you looked up at him, those pretty eyes dripping with tears. you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to give his head kitten licks.

he found your lapping’s cute, you didn’t even know what you were doing. you lick the vein underneath his cock before sucking on the tip like a lollipop. imitating the women in the pornos you’d rub off to.

he slapped the shaft on your tongue before slipping into your mouth smoothly. he groaned at the sight of an inexperienced girl try n take his whole engorged cock into the small of her mouth. he shifted, placing his hands on your head, securing you in place. you moaned at the sudden action.

"like that, huh? like it rough? I'll show you rough." without a heads up, he thrusts deeper into your mouth; moaning at the sensation of your tongue. you gagged at the large object forcefully making its way down your throat.

"fuck, your mouth feels good."

you didn't know why, but hearing this man talk down on you only served to arouse you. your panties were soaked, and that familiar sensation of needing to pee aroused in you. your teeth scraped against the sensitive skin of his cock and the grip on your hair he had on you tightened, thrusting in deeper and fucking your mouth more aggressively.

he thrusted his entire length into your mouth, tip to base and began to grind down on your face. he looked down, his huge girth had created a bulge in your throat and his pre had spilled out and trickled down your chin. the sight, the lewd squelching sounds, and the stimulation was just enough to make him lose it. he came in your mouth deep, his seed coating your throat white as you gag.

he pushed your head until the tip of your nose brushed against his pelvis, he made sure you swallowed every last bit of his cum. he yanked you off his cock, moaning. you panted, gagging as you try to gather yourself from the previous blowjob session you just performed.

his hand brushed through your hair and tugged your head upwards. your abdomen was pressed against the counters cold surface, and your school girl uniform was pulled up; the wet patch between your puffy slit was now exposed.

you bit your lip, feeling the same pad prod at your swollen clit. “you like being used don’t you?” he smirks, pulling your panties to the side as his fingers slide through your slit. “look at you, you’re dripping wet.” his voice is filled with amusement and dominance that wants to humiliate you.

his fingers dip into your hole and you twitch, becoming sensitive from his touch. you balance onto the tip of your toes and a squeal makes its way out of your mouth. your knees buckle; your clit throbbing onto the pad of his finger as you spatter on him. a throaty groan rumbles into you ear, your juices drip down his fingers as he slowly finger fucks you through your high, completely drenching him with your orgasm.

“fuck baby, i’ve barely touched you and this pussy is already so eager.”

his fingers slip out of you, and you shook slightly, a shaky breath escaping your mouth. you writhe, legs betraying your instincts. you feel an arm wrap around waist securely. with his other hand he grabbed your face, making you look at yourself in the reflection.

“mmyou’ll let me stretch this pussy out, right?” he hums, lining up the head of his cock with your tiny hole. “t-that’s not the agreement we made.”

“the agreement was to do what i want, i never specified darling.”

“fuck you.” you hiss, gritting your teeth.

“that’s not very nice nena. apologize.” his voice deepens, coaxing you into apologizing to him because he didn’t like the fact you were disobeying his orders and talking back. but he’s nice enough to spare you another chance. he tugs your hair back roughly, “it’s not so hard to say sorry now is it?”

you glance at the ginormous figure behind you, “a-and why should i apologize?”

“fine then, you ungrateful brat.” he growls, bending you over and pushing the tip further into you, your jaw hung open and whimpers flow out of your mouth.

fuck you felt full. but it felt so good to be treated like such a whore.

in fact.. it turned you on.

stinging tears brim at your lash line; the pain tingled with pleasure. his fingers trail down your body and latch onto your hips, grinding you back onto his cock. you groan, pussy throbbing with every rock as his tip stimulates your cervix. “yea, feels good right?” he murmurs into you ear. thick girth feels like he’s stretching you out to the ends of earth.

but you love it.

he groaned curses into your ear and leaned forward, chest pressing onto your back making you bend over further more onto the counter top as he adjusts his position, fucking into you with deeper thrusts.

his hands kneaded with the plush flesh on your hips n thighs, finger pads trailing upwards to trace your spine before gripping onto your locks and pulling your head back up again, forcing you to stare at yourself in the mirror.

his hand came down to knead with your sensitive bud as the tip repetitively abused your cervix, your eyelashes fluttered. tears running down your cheeks and mouth agape from the ecstasy. your pretty lashes coated with mascara you spent your precious time on fixing was now running down your face.

“mírate siendo una puta.” he chuckled, hips fastening and with each thrust your ass recoiled onto his lap.

from your few spanish lessons you took, you partially understood what he meant and your cheeks grew red. “yea, keep squeezing down on me like that—” he drew in another shaky breath, “you're going to make me cum again.”

your toes curled, eyes rolling back, white ring stamping his dicks girth. with a harmonized groan he pulled out, wrapping his hand around his shaft and finishing jerking himself off as his head spewed out his climax onto your sopping cunt. he tapped the leaky head against your hole.

his hands gently held your stammering hips. he reaches to grab a few paper towels and cleans you up; respectfully pulling your skirt back down as he pats your head reassuringly. sliding the thin cloth of your panties back in place.

“hope you don’t mind not being able to walk for a few days.” he chuckles incoherently.

#ff⋆reqs 🧁 #ff⋆inbox 📬 #feistyfreaks #hornyhour #miguel o’hara smut #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #no nut november #kinktober

[thebestandrealestever]

HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE.

PROWLER MILES X BLACK CAT READER?!!

but its also on sum miraculous lady bug type time and they like go to school tg n shit🙏🏽

YURRRRRRRPTTT IM LISTENING 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️

i been trying to write this since i got the request but i got fucking croup and my voice is gone . 😐

hope u like pookie 🤭🫶🏽

~HEY KITTY!~

prowl miles x black cat reader! black reader if u squint. warnings: I CNAT WRITE DIALOUG LMAO, cursing, use of n word, suggestive joke. a/n: YURRRR WHEA THE HOESSS AT YEAYUHHH welcome back to my channel w another slammer!! yo hair white weather it b braids, locs, straight curly idgaf but it’s white ! IMAGINE MILES MASK IS LIKE CAT NOIRS MASK OKAY?? heavily unedited so don’t b tryna crack a funny yk what i be tryna say. i can’t write dialogue.

you’re standing on the glass roof looking in the window at the auction below you, eyeing the very expensive pair of emerald earrings your mother would appreciate for her birthday you see another figure walk up next to you, “hey kitty. what u see in there?” and u glance on your right to see your competition, who was also your partner in crime, who was also one of your school friends but you didn’t know that yet. “the diamonds, a lil sum nice for my moms birthday” you said signaling at the worker who was holding them under a silver platter, miles hummed in response. “what about you pretty boy? i didn’t think you were into jewelry” miles chuckled dryly “i’m not usually, only if it’s for somebody special” he glanced over to you as you smiled to yourself while looking down, not oblivious to his tone of voice, “dude over there?” he pointed to a man who was shaking as he walked to the back door. “mhm” “he’s got some oxy, gunna give it to the hospital.” you looked at man miles was talking about almost forgetting your own plans “damn, i lost her.” “naw, she went inna kitchen.” you scanned the area for her sighing in relief when you found her. “what would i do without pumpkin?” miles looked at you while you crawled over to the other side of the roof, following you. you used your clawed finger to crack a hole big enough to fit you through it on the glass tile. miles stared daggers into you. “you coming?” you asked carefully picking up the glass circle and putting it next to the hole. as you put your hood on so your hair dangling wouldn’t be noticeable you entered the hole crawling on top of the ceiling slowly but surely, miles was right behind you and you both crawled all the way to the back hallway where nobody was looking. you both dropped down on your feet and when you saw a server walk into the bathroom you realized your all black leather suit wasn’t for the occasion. “i’m gonna go change into something less noticeable, you should too” you said tugging on his collar and miles looked u up and down one more time and you parted ways.

“hey kitty. u ready?”miles said as he walked up to you with a suit that looked identical to yours but he still has his mask on, you put your hand on his neck and leaned into his ear, “depends on what you’re talking about pretty boy.” “oh you could never be ready for that kitty” “what you think i can’t take it” miles huffed and you both went to the kitchen to grab a plate or something, miles saw the man he was looking for and followed him and you went to the main room to find those diamonds . after people starting realizing the diamonds and medicine were gone the alarm system went off and people were chasing you and miles, you climbed onto the roof and miles grabbed your waist to carry you as he swung from building to building with his ropes. “you found what you were looking for?” miles as and you flashed him a smiling dangling the earrings in front of his face. “that’s my girl” he said smiling as you swung onto a building where they wouldn’t find y’all. he landed on the edge letting you go and you almost stumbled off of it, he caught you wrapping his arm around your waist and kissed you, after you broke it you still stayed like for a moment catching your breath. “didn’t know you were such a good kisser” ”it’s a lot you don’t know kitty.” the moment ruined by the sound of a police siren signaling it was your time to go. you swiftly stole one of his gadgets without him noticing to give him a reason to see you again and you kissed his cheek. “this was fun pumpkin, come see me soon yea? later mr prowler” “see you kitty.” he said as he swung off to wherever he was going and you went back home thinking about him the whole way there. the next morning you were in school, you had prowlers little silver hook in your backpack in case you saw him again that day. as you walked in to your 4th period you sat next to miles. you were in the same friend group but hardly ever talked. you always thought he was fine asfc tho. “hey miles” you smiled as were looking for any excuse to not look at had to not look at him because he made u fold by js being there, you bent down to grab a notebook out of your backpack. “hey (name), how yo morning goin?” he said his voice coated with the light syrup of his accent, the one that made your cheeks hurt with how much you were smiling . “good, u?” you and miles talked the whole class and as you were walking out the door pushing past people you tripped and miles caught you, just like how prowler did last night. could he..? no. that’s crazy he couldn’t be. you thought as you looked into his eyes and thanked him, as the both of you walked in the hall he spoke up breaking the slightly awkward silence . “you wanna get lunch together? off campus maybe” “yea!” you nodded vigorously jumping at the chance to hang out with miles. as you were sitting down outside eating lunch with miles there was suddenly a smoke bomb being set off in the bank across the street and everyone started yelling and running and chaos was everywhere. you got up and looked into the bank, you turned around and miles was gone. you took this as your chance to suit up and investigate, when you got back you saw ur prowler and strolled up to him fondling the hook you took from him in your hands.

“hey kitty, can i have that back?” “mmm only if you say pretty please” you said moving dangerously close to him almost forgetting why you were here in the first place, he grabbed the hand you were holding the hook in harshly as he looked deeply into your eyes, his gaze flickered down from your eyes to your lips before trying to picking the hook up with his free hand but you quickly moved your entire arm back, unintentionally pushing your body closer to his, y’all quickly back away from each other after what felt like a lifetime pressed against him, as he turned around to walk you realized you no longer had the hook and found it in his hand. you smirked to yourself as you followed him into the bank and picked up the smoke bomb before showing it to miles, “what u think this is made of? vibranium maybe?” miles shrugged as he looking around the empty bank, nothing was taken but the vault door was wide open. maybe they backed out he thought as he walked into the vault looking around it. you could tell something was on his mind, like he was rushing to get out of here.“you okay pooh?, you’re acting really weird, almost like you don’t wanna be here no mo” you asked with playful lilt trying to not make it seem to obvious how nervous you were that the latter was true, moving up behind him looking around the vault swiping one or 2 bands . he just hummed “yea i’m fine it’s just- yo whoever did this is weird asfc. they ain’t even take nun.” he laughed as he closed the vault hoping you didn’t detect the obvious avoiding of her questions and walked into the alleyway so he wouldn’t be seen by the public. “so you know i was wondering, will you ever show me who u are?” you said walking behind him messing with the things on the back of his suit. “maybe one day, only if you say pretty please” referencing the conversation you had earlier,you both smile at each other “i gotta go kitty cat, see you later” he turned the corner and left before you couldn’t even say bye “bye…” and the reason miles was he was rushing the whole ‘mission’ was so he could get back to you, but you didn’t know that.

#black reader #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #black fem reader #earth 42 miles morales x female reader #black cat #felicia hardy #spotify

[abilouwrites]

LOVE STORY

Taylor swift szn y’all

Mat Barzal being in love w his neighbor

The day she moved in Mat was smitten. Filled with Californian sun and those long legs and dusty light brown hair. She’s got a little pep in her step but a shuffle as she slides into her flip-flops and grabs a box.

She’s followed by an older man and a younger boy. The girl still holds his attention; she seems a little disoriented. Not in a drunk way, but in the way that makes her wonder if this is actually her new life.

“Matty” He hears his mother shout out, “be a nice strong boy and help our new neighbors”

Although he wants to meet her; it’s not under these circumstances. That’s an awkward meet cute. And not one that he wants with her.

“Mom— I don’t know.. they seem to handle it” he groans out, “Shit woman ok” he sighs hearing her stop up the stairs

“Oh mat you’re such a baby. Go on. Be a good neighbor. I’m bakin them some muffins” She tsks smacking his back as he jogs down the steps.

“Fine fine I’ll give them a hand” the brunette grumbles out.

He shuffles a little, tucking his hands into his pockets. He tucks his shoulder in and looks a little bashful through his shaggy brown hair.

The girl looks over her shoulder at him, her hair swishes back as she looks at him. All wide eyes and new to this street.

“Hey, I’m uh. Mat.. Barzal I live next door” He introduces reaching his hand out for her to shake. She shakes his hand and nods at him. Eyeing him up and down

“You’re not wearing a Shirt” She points out, before she meets his eyes again, “I’m y/n” she smiles a little. Lip turned up a little and he can see her teeth. But just a sliver.

“Yeah.. I my mom. She made me come out an help. And I haven’t done laundry yet so” he shrugs a little and smiles nervously, “how can I help?”

“Uh. Just some boxes. They’re all labeled with like kitchen and bathroom n stuff” y/n shrugs as she reaches for a box with her name, “I’m just trying to get my room set up”

“Oh, ok. Yeah let me help you” he offers taking another box with her name on it. She nods and leads him inside.

“Are those your parents?” He asks; attempting to make small talk as she walks upstairs.

“Just my dad. She’s my stepmom.” The blonde rolls her eyes a little, “this is my room” she kicks the door open a little and he uses his shoulder to open it the rest.

“Oh. Ok. Uh is that all the boxes?”

“Yeah. Just for my room. Thanks” she mumbles a little taking a knife and ripping through the tape.

“I could help you get set up..” he offers

“Oh. Yeah actually that would be nice”

The two of them unbox and rebuild plenty of her furniture. She makes idle conversation and he replies, he makes conversation and she responds.

Mat watches as she ties her hair back, “so.. you play any sports?” She asks; he nervously looks down and nods, “what?”

“Yeah. I play hockey. With my dad” he purses his lips nervous from the Californians response

“Cool. Does this Highschool have a team or is it club?” She asks

“Both. What about you?” He inquires. Shaking his head a little

“Soccer. So does VHS have a soccer team? Is it good?” She asks leaning foreword a little

“Yeah. They’re good.” He shrugs, “will you try out this fall?”

“Yeah. I’ll try hopefully. I don’t know how willing they’ll be for a junior just barging in for varsity”

“Were you on varsity at your last school?”

“Yeah, I was”

“As a sophomore?”

“Yeah”

When school starts the two had grown closer, her hair went back to its soft brown color. And that natural curl was coming back.

Mat drives her to school and nervously looks at her, “I think I’m gonna try out for captain this year. Because I’m a senior” he confesses. Leaning back into the car seat.

“I think you would be a good captain” she tells him, leaning over a bit as the two sit in the parking lot.

“I hope. Would you come to any games?”

“Hell I’d wear your jersey” she teases. Her face smooshed against the car seat, “you’d be a good captain Matty”

“I hate when you call me that” he sighs softly, inching just a bit closer

“Why?” She inquires responding to his closeness

“It just..” he sighs and looks down, “my mom calls me that. And so does this girl”

“Which girl”

He leans a little closer to the glossy lipped teen, he looks at her lips then up at her eyes, “you”

“Why is it a bad thing?”

“It’s bad.. because when ever you say it. It makes me want to kiss you” he faintly whispers.

“So kiss me”

His hand reaches for her chin and tilts her head up bringing her in for a kiss.

She groans a little into it as his hand wraps around her neck and her arms bring him closer.

#hockey #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #louiseabilenewrites #mat barzal my beloved #mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal edit #mat barzal fic #mathew barzal imagine #mat barzal fluff #mathew barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #mat barzal imagine #mathew barzal #mat barzal social media au

[slutt4ellie]

Hearts Over Hierarchy

Loser!Ellie x Popular!Reader

Do opposites really attract?

Summery : When you run into a girl who rarely makes acknowledgment she even exists, there’s something that undoubtedly draws you to her..and a spark is created.

Warnings -> / Weed usage / Reader is confused about her feelings? / Ellie’s also confused about her feelings (ig?) / Just full loser Ellie / Really brief Skater!Ellie / eventual smut (probably) / fluff / tension / Little bits of smau / Toxic friendship / (Lmk if I missed anything else!)

WC: 4.8k (longest fic i’ve ever wrote!)

(Not proofread!)

DAILY CLICK 🇵🇸 - (takes like 2 seconds 🩷)

(Ellie)

The loud buzzing of Ellie’s alarm shoots her eyes open and her body halfway up. “F-fuck” She grumbles under her muffled voice. Running her right hand down her face.

Ellie grabs the alarm rested on her left bedside table and she’s finally met with the time 9:36am. “Oh fuck” Ellie says quickly stands up out of her single bed, planted in the corner of her single bedroom dorm. Classes start at 9:45. She has a total of 9 minutes to get dressed, leave her dorm, and run onto campus. Which has her leading to the fact there’s almost 0 fucking way she’s making it on time.

Since Ellie’s already up and out of her bed she runs to her dresser to throw on a pair of boxers and a sports bra which is almost instantly covered by “clean” sweat pants and a nike hoodie. It didn’t smell bad so it was fine!

4 minutes, it only took Ellie 4 minutes to get changed and grabbed her skateboard. She also glances over at the time as it now reads now reads 9:40. So this means her time isn’t “horrible” I mean getting ready in 4 minutes is sorta impressive, at least in her mind? Plus campus shouldn’t take that long, as long as she’s fast.

Ellie grabs her skateboard and leaves her dorm quickly running down the stairs, having basically 0 time to wait around and sit there like a duck for the elevator. And as soon as she’s met with concrete she’s off.

The reason why Ellie being late is such a fucking hassle is because she’s already been late a fair share of times building a reputation for it, when she walks into class and shit it doesn’t go without dirty looks. But it’s a new school year, so she’s tryna live by the corny ass saying “new year new me!” and actually not miss half the classes like last term.

(You)

You’re up early, 8:00 to be exact. You quietly leave your bedroom trying not to wake up the rest of your sorority sisters as you tiptoe through the halls. And just as you thought you were clear, a pair of blue eyes are met with yours.

Emily your best friend since freshman year. You two were like glue through high school, nothing could separate the two of you, sure you had fights and disagreements but nothing seemed like it could break the bond between you two..

As you meet her blue eyes you quickly notice her lips turning into a light smirk. “Why the fuck are you tiptoeing like we’re in a fucking Tom and Jerry episode?” You let out a pity laugh and smile “Oh ha ha…! Maybe because i’m nice and I didn’t wanna wake up all you guys?”

Emily smiles right back at you. “Why are you up so fucking early, thought your class started at 9:45?” You nod your head agreeing with her statement. “It does. I just wanted to be on top of it you know!” Emily shakes her head. “No I don’t fucking know? I don’t wake up a full hour and 45 minutes before my classes.”

You smile, you could ask her why she’s up but you already know her class starts at 8:30 (ew.) so going through more questions seems unethical. “Well!” You trail off then pick back up where you ended. “I need to have a shower sooo” Emily nods and goes back to her room “Yeah yeah!”

꧁✵★✵꧂

The steam fills your bathroom and the air is still warm from your lingering shower.

It was weird today. You don’t usually feel nervous for school, I mean you knew people, people knew you. There was literally nothing for you to feel even the slightest bit of tenseness. Yet it was still just there.?

Your just blaming it on basic nerves, you’re not really “excited” to get back into the grove of school, get a ton of work in before due dates which are are way to fucking fast. But either way you knew you had to suck it up so you pushed yourself out those doors and into your car.

Right on time 9:30. It should only take 10 minutes to drive onto campus and that leaves you with about 5 minutes before the lecture starts. At least that’s what you fucking planned.

But just to your luck. There was an incident, nothing serious. Just ending up backing up the roads. And any fucking other day you wouldn’t have really cared. But you really could not afford to be late on your first day back. You wanted to make sure you’re on top of everything, and the walk of shame into the classroom is probably one of the worst things person could every fucking experience.

Once you make it on campus you speed walk through the halls cutting through people just trying to get to your door. Then everything will be fine and normal, you won’t have to worry about how stup-

A hard thud goes straight into your back

You heard about 3 things fall flat on the ground none of the things being yours. And as shitty as it seems, you were genuinely considering walking away just to get to fucking class..

You’re not a complete dick and you were raised better. So this leads you to reluctantly turn around and your met with? Well you don’t exactly know, she looks familiar but maybe she’s a year younger so you don’t often see her. She has brunet- no, auburn hair, green eyes, and freckles that go all around her face. She looks familiar but you can’t put your finger on it.

You look down and notice a binder, a now slightly cracked phone and skateboard which finally you make the decision to crouch down. The auburn hair girl is mumbling a bunch of sorry’s “F-fuck that’s on me. I-i’m like super late? So I was looking down and sh-“ You cut her off and shake your head picking up her phone and binder as she picks up her skateboard. “You’re good..Fuck I’m late too.” You chuckle looking at her as you stand up, quickly handing her the items she dropped on the ground.

You give out your hand to shake “I’m-“ and as your about to say your name, you’re cut off by her voice “N-no I know you, you sat in front of me last term” You don’t know what really led you to say the next part but what else were you going to say?? You didn’t notice her once, lying seemed like a better approach. “Right! Um what was it…A- no H?” You notices how her eyebrows furrow, the fact you definitely don’t know her name is becoming apparent.

“I-uh Ellie” She shakes your hand.

“Yeah! I was getting there!” You smile looking back at her before talking again.

“We’re you?” She tilts her head talking in a tone laced with a joking sound..just from her demeanour alone you can tell she was kidding.

“I was..” You shift your gaze down to her lips then back up. You weren’t trying to be weird or anything, you just did it on instinct which now on the contrary seems a tad bit creepy since this is literally your first time even talking to her.

Once you meet her eyes again you nervously cleared your throat and starting talking once again. “Well what room are you!”

Ellie notices the quick change of subject and she nervously shakes her head “U-uhh fuck 217 I think…?” You nod and look at her “Fuck, okay shit me too?” Your voice stops then picks back up “Want to walk?”

Ellie perks up and nods. It kept playing in the back of her mind why the fuck you were talking to her. Ellie wasn’t popular, not your level of popularity. Everyone knew you. So the fact you were standing in front of her, talking to her. She was almost confused. Yet she wasn’t complaining..

It only took a few minutes before you reached the classroom door, as you check your phone you see you’re a bit late. Nothing to complain about, it’s only 9:47 so who cares..?

When opening the doors your eyes lock with the seats in the back left corner, there open, and no one is sitting in them. You look at Ellie who seems nervous.

Little do you know in her mind she’s wondering where the fuck she’s going to sit.

The only single seats are in the middle of like 5 fucking people.

Once you notices her eyes are scanning the room and her whole face is plastered with a nervous expression you nudge her lightly.

“Wanna sit over there” You point your finger and her eyes quickly follow it.

She seems confused. Like her brain just did a 360 but she stutters over her words when talking back to you. “Y-you wanna s-sit together?”

“Yeah?” You smile and let out a chuckle.

“R-right! Yeah- Yeah we can sit over there.” She smiles and nods looking at you.

As you sit down your phone buzzes in your left pocket not wasting much time to pull it out. There’s one message Emily. Asking if you made it okay and stuff. Which leads to a mini conversation.

You couldn’t help but feel almost icked out? Emily’s not usually rude so her response was weird, and out of character. You wanted to believe maybe she was making a statement or something but you replied regardless.

She was being so strange, like not her usual self. Which lead your eyebrows to furrow and you were abo-

“You okay?” Ellie’s voice says softly probably noticing the fact your eyebrows are furrowed and your face now showing clear signs of annoyance.

“O-oh yeah!” you reply now embarrassed as you feel blood rush to your cheeks. “Just one of my friends, i’m good though!”

Ellie nods and smiles. “Okay, just wanted to make sure?”

You haven’t really met anyone like Ellie. I guess other then Emily? But it still took months to feel comfortable with her. With Ellie it seems almost easy? Like fast?

Your whole friend group is popular. Which wasn’t horrible? The benefits of being popular is nice? Sorta.. But unfortunately half of your “friend group” is fake.

Talking behind peoples back kinda fake.

You tried not to let it bug you though, you had people in your friend group you obviously loved, so you would just stick in that crowd.

But there was always some anxiety which came with it. Like you didn’t know if things you said would get passed around, so when talking to Ellie, knowing nothing had the chance of somehow going to anyone, else it was refreshing.

The class was finally fucking over and you packed up your laptop and papers.

As you were about to leave you said a quick bye to Ellie trying to be respectful. You didn’t wanna ask for her number because you didn’t want to come across as weird, you two just met? So that could wait?

As you turned around there was a quick “wait!” which was clearly from Ellie.

You just turned around trying to read her expression but as you were she cut off your train of thought. “C-can I uh get your number! I was thinking we could maybe study or something. This math s-shit is like kicking my ass” After her sentence there was a dry awkward chuckle. The fact you didn’t immediately respond worried her

Did she come off as weird?

To pushy?

You’re popular why the fuck-

“Yeah!” You smile walking back over to her.

“Are you busy right now? We can go back to my place and study if you want” You say not breaking eye contact.

Ellie quickly breaks the eye contact handing you her phone before she clears her throat. “W-no! no i’m not busy, right now is good actually” Her voice cracks in the middle of the sentence leading her to clear her throat once again.

You grab her slightly cracked phone and nod..

“K cool, it’s not a long drive and my cars out in the front lot.”

In a car

With you.

Great!

꧁✵★✵꧂

Saying the car ride is awkward is an understatement? Reason number one, you don’t know what to say because you literally just met Ellie.

I mean you’re alright on small talk but what the fuck do you say to someone you met a solid 2 hours ago?

And on the other hand Ellie is Ellie.

She can’t pick up on small talk for the life of her. So when you finally speak it almost feels like a blessing and a curse.

“Sorry about you phone?” You say, both hands still on the steering wheel as you drive.

“Huh?” Fuck this is awkward.

“Your phone, it’s cracked. Sorry?” You say a smile cracking.

“I ran head first into your bag I’m pretty sure that’s on me” Ellie chuckles looking at you as you drive.

“I guess, but maybe if I was walking faster it wouldn’t have happened!” You say glancing over at her before you turn your eyes back to the road.

Ellie’s face turns a light pink as soon as you made split eye contact with her. She’s silently now thanking ever fucking god in the universe that you turned your head before you could notice.

“Maybe but I think that was a sign I shouldn’t walk with my head down” Ellie let’s out a slight laugh.

The silence falls once again neither of you knowing what to says.

“D-“

“Sor-“

Both of speak at the same time a dry chuckle coming from both your lips.

“You go.” Ellie says nodding.

“I was just going to say sorry for not noticing you?” You say clearing your throat anxiously.

“What do you mean?” Ellie says tilting her head still looking at your side profile.

“Like- I sat in front of you for months you know?.. just the fact I didn’t noticed you makes me feel like an egotistical prick?” You say rubbing the back of your neck with your left hand.

Ellie shakes her head at your response. “No! Fuck I barley talked, trust me, you not noticing doesn’t make me have hard feelings” Ellie says quickly, she doesn’t want you to feel guilty for anything.

You just smile at her response and nod. “What we’re you going to say?” She quickly talks “Just gonna ask do you get what the fuck is going on in class”

You quickly laugh and shake your head “Fuck no! I’m actually so ass at math your gonna have to walk me through it.” Ellie smiles and nods. “What makes you think i’m gonna be good at it!” She says with a chuckle.

“Well you have to be good at it because we’re official study partners!” You say before nodding your head. “Official??” Ellie smiles

“Oh yeah, official” You nod and continue nervously. “We’re uh here!” You park the car in front of your sorority.

“I never been to a fucking sorority” Ellie says getting out of the car with her backpack in hand. “No?” You say looking at her. “Nah” She shakes her head “They feel cult-ish?” She laughs causing you to smile and look at her “So you’re joining my cult then?”

“Guess soo” She drags out her ‘so’ dramatically before walking to the two big white doors which leads into the sorority house.

You and Ellie studied for a few hours. Looking outside the sky was now dark. Rather then the bright blue it shined before.

You guys studying was basically just an excuse to talk, you got to know a lot about each other. Ellie opened up to you, you opened up to her.

You haven’t ever had a friendship where you got so comfortable so fast. It’s like the fact you guys met a solid few hours ago, it was completely disregarded. It’s like you connected so fucking fast.

You learned Ellie had two close friends Dina and Jesse. They didn’t go to the same school as you and her, instead they went to one about 30 minutes out. You “learned” she’s painfully shy, which you already got the message as soon as she ran into you.

She let it slip she actually debated talking to you last term but you seemed extremely intimidating which you laughed at. But she was standing her ground, saying like you gave off a bit of scary vibes.

“Okay scary?” You replied laughing

“Scary!” She says looking at you. Both of your guys studying papers are far from filled out, almost completely empty. But to be fair that’s the last thing on your mind.

“I need one fucking example from when I was being ‘scary’” You say defensively looking at her. The two of you are crisscrossed on your queen bed a bit to close considering how much space the both of you had. Both of your knees touching.

“K well- I don’t have a fucking time list of all the times I thought you seemed scary!” Ellie says shaking her head looking at you.

Your hand instinctively falls on her knee “I’m asking for ONE example!” You made sure to emphasize the word one. To point out it was really fucking easy.

Ellie’s whole face heats up and she feels like her body’s on fire causing her to stutter over almost ever other word “I-I d-don’t know l-like one t-time I heard you talking about h-how you were ‘gonna murder him’” She says chuckling to mask the nervousness that’s coursing through her veins.

You try to recall when you said this, it suddenly clicking “Okay wait! No there’s context!” You chuckle and now both of you are closer. It’s like each time a sentence is said, you’re moving further in.

“What fucking context could there be!” Ellie spits out laughing, which causes you to laugh harder.

“I was talking about some dick who used one of my friends!” You laugh your head falling onto Ellie’s shoulder.

“I guess that’s fair?” Ellie’s voice gets quieter. You can her heart beat which to say it’s fast. That’s would be an understatement.

You pull your head off her shoulder and look at her. Her face is pretty pink and you feel like you can ever little detail that revolves around her face. One thing about seeing ever detail, it had a result of your faces being mere inches from each others.

You don’t even know what the fuck led you to do this but you slowly guided your left hand to cuff Ellie’s cheek which now has the both of you to instinctively lean in.

Ellie does the same, manly following your lead as her hand also goes onto your cheek and now your noses brush against each other.

And just as your lips were about to touch a knock hits right against your door.

You and Ellie both quickly flinch back clearing your throat nervously.

You get up faster then her and the person behind the door is no other then Emily. You hadn’t texted her since the whole weird ass messages she sent a few hours ago.

Ellie’s thoughts are now going all over the place. Because you two almost just kissed, a knock breaks it up..and now there’s a girl who in her mind, is way better looking!

Ellie doesn’t wanna think it, but the fact you might have a girlfriend is lurking in the back of her mind. She wouldn’t be surprised to say the least.

“Hey” Emily says eyeing Ellie who is now putting her papers back into her backpack nervously, her hands fumbling over each sheet..

“Hi..?” You say looking at Emily. She’s eyeing Ellie with a look you haven’t noticed before. And as you were going to say something along the lines of “Do you need something” but Emily’s voice talks over your thoughts.

“Can we talk” She says now meeting your eyes.

“I mean I have someone ove-“ But before you can finish your sentence Ellie intervenes. “It’s- It’s fine i’m heading out anyway. You know it’s dark..? So?”

“I- uh, alright. You want me to drive you?” You say looking at Ellie which she almost instantly shakes her head “I’m not tryna be a burden i’ll just skate back, my dorms on campus…so i’ll uh, i’ll be chill..” Ellie says grabbing her skateboard which was planted in your room. Right after Ellie grabs her skateboard she already is almost out of the door. But you quickly talk.

“Just text me when you get to your dorm, so I know you got back safe and shit.” You say softly.

And just like that she’s gone, and your standing awkwardly in a room with Emily. When the front door finally shuts she got the sudden urge to talk. “Ellie?”

You nod confused. “Uh- yeah..? We were just studying…”

Emily nods looking at you. “Why though?”

“Sorry..?” You say now even more confused then you were previously.

“Like why hang out with her?” Emily says looking at you.

You think she’s joking so you laugh sarcastically “Fuck off?”

“I’m being for real, Williams, she’s like weird dude... That’s literally all anyone talked about when she was in my class.” Emily now chuckles and you shake your head.

“She’s not even weird?” You say defensively. “Have you talked to her?”

Emily shakes her head fast “I don’t wanna fucking talk to her?? Like I said she’s weird.”

You’ve never seen Emily act so blatantly rude, like she had her own opinions but she knew whether or not she should announce them. Plus! She’s never even met Ellie yet she’s judging her so easily with no second thought. You tried to push it behind you, trying to end the conversation with a quick “I gotta go to bed so. We can talk later.”

Emily scoffs “Great! Now you’re fucking being weird!”

“Im not even being weird! You’re just being rude, i’m not gonna listen you talk shit about someone you haven’t even had a conversation with!”

Emily just shakes her head “I’m hardly talking shit shit. I’m just saying what I heard, fuck.” The fact she’s trying to justify her shitty behaviour and actions just makes you more annoyed.

“K great talk Emily. I gotta get sleep” You say before shutting the door with a hard slam as Emily gets out of your room.

It’s been a few weeks since that whole situation, Emily’s been okay? She apologized and shit but everything is still a bit tense?.. Like she lets out mini sighs when you say your going to hang out with Ellie.

You assumed this was because maybe she felt left out, but every time you even attempted to ask her she always shook her head and replied with “Eh sorta busy with homework”

So you dropped in, she was clearly going through some weird ass phase with you new friendship and you just wanted her to push through with it. You didn’t feel like guiding Emily through it all.

And then on the other hand

Ellie

neither of you mentioned what happened in your room that night, or what almost happened? It wasn’t relevant, some friends almost kiss! You two almost kissed…? And it was nothing important.

Not something to jeopardize your new friendship. So you dropped it. And you internally prayed she would too.

Ellie on the other hand. She was thinking about the moment constantly, like it was a virus infiltrating every single free fucking thought she had. She doesn’t know if the blue eyed girl was your girlfriend, but at the end of the day she didn’t wanna push the subject. You hadn’t talked about it so it wasn’t something she was willing to bring up. Seemed better to drop it!

And here you are, laying down on your bed extremely bored with nothing to fucking do. Your mind was just wondering, thinking about class, school, Elli-

There’s buzzing coming from your bedside table and you quickly grab you phone.

Ellie.

You laughed at your phone. Ellie’s jokes were actually so bad it made them funny. You kept texting her no plan of stopping, but then she tells you she has a little something!

You smile at her messages quickly following up by closing your phone. You didn’t waste time to grab you car keys quickly leaving your sorority house.

꧁✵★✵꧂

The car ride wasn’t all that bad, it was nice knowing that you’ll get to be with Ellie again. Plus it was literally only 10 minutes so when you get there you quickly park and rush to the campus dorms.

As you go into the building you take the left to the elevators, shortly entering before you click floor 2.

As it stops and the doors open and you lead yourself to Ellie’s dorm which you’ve now been in a few times.

After knocking it literally doesn’t take long before she answers..her hairs messy, a few strands down her face and she gives you a quick smile. One thing you instantly noticed was the strong scent of weed that exits her room. “You’ve been busy” you say sarcastically giving her a quick smile.

Her eyes are red and she’s clearly faded. “Soooo busy!” She says sarcastically before it’s followed by yet another smile.

You go into her room and sit on her little single bed that’s planted right in the corner of her bedroom.

She passes you an already lit joint which you take a drag from.

“I wanna ask you something?” Ellie says as she takes the joint back.

You nod letting out a short “hm?”

“You obviously don’t have to say yes” she starts dragging her words a mix of nervousness and being high.

“Okay..?” You say nodding, you don’t know what she’s gonna ask but either way you’re nervous.

“Jesse and Dina, they rent cabin every year. And like my not tryna really third wheel so I was wondering…if maybe like-?” Ellie says shifting her gaze down into her lap.

“When is it?” You ask looking at her.

Ellie’s almost surprised you didn’t immediately turn it down so she quickly clears her throat. “Fuck sorry- It’s in a week. You don’t have to com-“

“Yeah I’ll come?” You say, the high now finally clicking in. Ellie’s heart is skipping right now but she quickly pushes it down.

You two are fucking friends. Just friends.

“Sick. O-okay cool. I’ll just like text you everything you’ll need and shit. And it’s like an hour drive so me, you, Jesse and Dina can all just like fucking drive together.”

“Okay cool!” You smile.

You and Ellie. Are going to a cabin together.

Nothing to be nervous about…!

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A/N -> Hii! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I already have a full plot layout for the second one.

This might only be two parts simply because I might be able to fit everything I want with enough detail in just a singular part.

I plan on adding some angst in the next chapter ☹️ (so ig be ready for that!)

I also wanna really emphasize Emily is not homophobic! 😭

I was reading some of this chapter and it sorta seemed implied she was at least a little homophobic, calling Ellie “Weird” and shit, but it’s not because Ellie gay! I’m pretty sure most people might be able to clue on why she’s not to fond of Reader and Ellie’s ‘friendship’ but that’ll be for the next chapter.

I hope you enjoyed!

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[behoright]

eye on you l a. svechnikov

summary: andrei is oh so drunk, and he needs you to pick him up from the bar.

wordcount: 4.5k

warnings: sexually suggestive, a lil cursing and mentions of alcohol and such. but that's it. very fluffy and corny. barely proofread yikes.

a/n: the way no one asked for this. go blame it on @ryanpulock again.

∬ ﹒ 🪱 . ° 🛼 ﹒ ❊

Another night in. Nothing new. Despite all of your friends’ efforts to drag you out of your apartment. Again.

It wasn’t that you disliked the company of your friends or even the atmosphere of a bar. Every night just simply didn’t feel like the night. And tonight was no different.

Looking back, it had always taken you a while to make friends, but it had never been too hard. Both in middle school and high school you had been able to find your own little group that you felt accepted and loved in. It was a little bit more daunting when you moved to Raleigh, getting to a new city with virtually no connections. It all seemed to find its natural way to work out once you began college, as always. You felt very lucky to have found the friends you have now, those who stuck with you from your first year up until now. You weren’t done with your studies, not even close, but your internship paid enough for you to move into an apartment all on your own. It didn’t take long for your friends to get copies of your key, barging in and out any time they wanted. 

Seemingly, every Friday night, legitimately forcing you out of bed and into whatever cute dress you had collecting dust in the closet. It was hard to admit, but once you got to the bar, you actually did have fun. The sounds of various people socializing along with the pouring of drinks or the sharp crack of a pool stick made you forget about the endless piles of schoolwork you had sitting on your desk. 

You usually ended up thanking your girls for taking you out, even in the mornings when you found yourself hunched over your toilet bowl.

Come to think of it now, that was exactly how you had met Andrei.

Another night of you dragging your heels through the city, whining about all of your upcoming deadlines.

You can recall the dullness of that one night; propped up on the bar, painfully and as politely as possible rejecting the few men that would attempt to come near you. Just as you were walking towards the bathroom, focusing on exactly how you were going to break it to your friends that you were going to call it an early night, your body was jolted backward by a large, large object. 

Have I run into a wall? you remember thinking to yourself.

It was only when the wall moved that you realized. A man.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” he said, very obviously eyeing your chest. 

It was only when you felt the dampness spread to your chest that you realized what had actually happened, your tight white dress stained with a faint red tint.

“Uh, it’s okay.” you said, even if it was clearly not.

“Here, I can help you.” the very flustered stranger suggested, immediately reaching down to worsen the stain with a napkin. 

It’s the thought that counts, I guess.

An awkward silence surrounded you both when he realized just how bad this was getting.

“It’s really okay, don’t worry” you reassured him, walking away from him. 

Washing your hands in the restroom you realized that it was definitely time to go home. 

It was only when the cold air hit you as soon as you stepped outside that you heard a voice calling for you.

“I can pay for it, you know.” 

“You’re following me?” you asked, unable to hide the smirk on your face.

“No! No, no, I mean, yes, a little, but not like that.” he stuttered out, scratching the back of his neck. “I tried to find you, but you are leaving so quickly. I hope I didn’t ruin your night.”

“It’s no problem, really. I can pay for this too.” you repeated. “It was an accident, after all.”

The man’s face softened, stepping closer to you.

“Let me make it up to you, at least.” he proposed, signaling back to the bar. “I’m Andrei. Nice to meet you.”

And somehow, since that night, you ended up as friends. At times, you swore you saw him more often than the girls. 

You didn’t know this, but it was incredibly refreshing for Andrei to have met you the way he did. He knew from the moment he offered to pay for the mess that you had no clue who he was, and he knew he wasn’t a superstar, but it was rare to go unrecognized in a hockey town like Raleigh. 

Especially with women. 

He never ever complained, aware that he was living most men’s dream, to have any girl at his disposal every night; but sometimes he did wish to enjoy a drink with his boys and not be bothered. He just wished he knew what someone’s intentions truly were. He had come to find, over the years in the NHL, that most women's intentions weren’t what they communicated. So after he met you he played it really safe. You had never disappointed him though, and didn’t seem to be interested in anything other than his company. So over the years he was able to let his guard down, slowly but surely, and he felt lucky to be able to call you a close friend.

He knew he could always count on you. And he hoped you felt the same way.

Even if, throughout the years, his feelings had deepened, but he would have never admitted that. Not even to himself. They stayed buried, a fire burning still under a pile of emotional dirt.

There was no harm in spending time with you, and really thinking about you most of the time. And as far as he knew, no one, including you, could really tell. So he was planning to keep it that way. 

Until tonight. 

The team had been on a great winning streak, and after a rougher start to the season, it felt like they were gaining momentum. The more they won, the more motivated they all felt to keep pushing harder. They were all laser-focused, eyes on the prize, shedding blood and sweat every single day. Thankfully for them, their coach had other plans. 

Rod was a tough man, probably more hard-working than all of them combined, and he didn’t take effort lightly. 

But he had also learned over the years that things came easier when he was able to find and implement balance, and that philosophy quickly became a staple in his coaching. That’s how they ended up swarming a local bar that Friday night, high off another win and with two whole days of rest coming up. 

And no player was going to decline drinks at the expense of management. 

They had celebrated before, but tonight Andrei was feeling exceptionally thrilled. Getting first star was a feeling he knew he would never get tired of. And so he decided to push it a little further, settling on shots to start out the night. Considering he wasn’t the only one in that mood, he found himself downing harsh clear liquid again multiple times that evening while holding tonight’s special in his other hand.

Whatever sense of control he had immediately dissipated as the alcohol began taking effect, Andrei coming to the realization that he hadn’t gotten drunk since last summer. Perhaps he had gone a little too far, a little too early.

This is how you got yanked out of your focus, the loud ringtone of your phone stopping the classical music that accompanied you as you finished your paper.

Puzzled as to who in the world could have been calling you at such an ungodly hour, you grabbed your phone, surprised at seeing Jarvy’s name light up your screen.

“Hello?” you answered, your heart's pace moderately picking up, considering the time of night.

“Hey! Y/N! What’s up?” he yelled, his voice standing out from the sounds of people and music in the background.

“Um, not much, just studying.” you said, slightly annoyed. 

You actually had to hold yourself back from spouting out “No, I don’t want to go out. Not tonight.”

“Cool, cool, uh, sorry to bother you, but we kinda need your help.”

“What’s going on?” you asked, sitting up in your chair.

“The boys and I came out to celebrate tonight, and um, your best friend Svech here is a little too drunk.”

“hello, it’s your best friend svech here!”

That was definitely Andrei you just heard yelling in the background of the phone call, and from the tone of voice, volume, and slur of the words, Seth wasn’t kidding. After some giggles, he continued.

“We were planning to stay out pretty late today, seeing as how we don’t have anything this weekend, but Andrei really needs to get home. I have never seen him this drunk, to be really honest with you. Do you think you could help us out and get him home?”

You sighed, looking at your desk, covered in notecards and books. 

“Um, let me think.” you muttered, fooling yourself that you were thinking about it.

“For sure, for sure. He just keeps asking about you; he basically forced me to call you, and I think that’s because he cannot use his phone right now if he wanted to.”

“Geez, okay, okay.” you said. “Can you send me the address and I’ll find a ride there? I’m guessing he doesn’t want his car to stay there overnight.” 

“Probably not, yeah.” he laughed. 

You swore you heard someone utter that “she’s coming, she’s coming.” in the background before you both hung up. 

It was going to be a long night.

Your friend was kind enough to give you a ride to the bar. For some reason, nerves started to bubble up in your stomach on your way there. You wondered if it was because of how underdressed you were, just a T-shirt and jeans to a snazzy, Canes-worthy bar.

Perhaps it had something to do with the way you really felt about Andrei. 

But that was a place you never went to. 

Nope. 

And tonight was definitely not going to be the time to confront that.

Walking into the bar, it didn’t take you long to realize you hadn’t been wrong. This was not the usual environment you were used to going to, not even with Andrei. It didn’t take long for you to find the group of friends, thanks to Andrei.

“Oh, I cannot believe you’re here.” he slurred. “You came here for me?”

“Just for you, Drei.”

“Oh, oh my god. Come here.” he said, wrapping his biceps around your neck. 

“Take a shot with me” he whispered in your ear.

“No, no, no more shots.” you said. “I gotta take you home.”

“Oh, no fun, cmon. Just one. I was the star, Y/N. I don’t make you proud?”

“You did amazing, Svech. You made me very proud.”

Andrei’s expression changed, his eyes staring deeply into you with his bottom lip securely tucked in his mouth.

“Okay, troublemaker. Let’s get you home.” you said, confused. 

Why was he looking at you…like that?

“But, but you will be nice to me?” he said, looking deeper into you.

“When have I not?”

“Oh, you right, you right. You’re always so good to me, I love you so much, come here.”  Andrei went on, pushing your head into the crook of his neck again. 

The look that the guys were giving you as you were in the embrace made your eyes roll. What was going on tonight?

“Uh, here’s Andrei’s keys.” you heard Brady say as soon as he let you go. “I took them from him, just in case.”

“Thanks, Brady. He doesn’t have anywhere to be tomorrow, right?”

“No, he can sleep in. God knows he’ll probably need it.” he chuckled. 

“Sounds good. I think we should probably get going, before he ge-

“Andrei! Stop!” Brady interrupted you midsentence, your head snapping back just to find Andrei taking down another shot. 

“Andrei, no more! You’re going to get sick!” you said, taking the glass again from the giggling, grown 6’3 man standing in front of you.

“It’s because you didn’t do any, I had to do one for you.” he slurred, in between giggles. The drink had spilled all over his chin - this was getting worse.

“Alright, we’re leaving dude. Say goodbye.”

“Boys!” Andrei was met with cheers as he turned around with open arms to say goodbye to his teammates, who gave him a big group hug. You couldn’t help but smile a little bit. 

He was… so wasted. 

So, so wasted, you thought to yourself, watching him kiss Sebastian on the head before stumbling over to you.

“Can you walk?” 

“I, I can walk.” he said. It was inevitable that his eyes were darting around the room for balance, however.

“Are you sure, Andrei?”

“Okay, maybe not too well.”

“Come. Hold onto me.” you instructed him, wrapping his forearm around your shoulders. He was definitely leaning a little too much weight onto you, but the car wasn’t too far away, and he simply could not walk in a straight line at the moment. 

Andrei sighed as the cold air hit his face. He ran hot, and the liquor had only raised his temperature more. 

“Oh, wait, wait. That feels good.” he said, stopping in his tracks. 

“What does?” you giggled, looking up at him. 

“I’m so hot, wait, wait.”. He forced himself to stay on his own two feet as he moved his hands to his shirt, unbuttoning his sweaty baby blue button-up all the way down, his silky abs peeking through. Unfortunately for you, you were caught staring.

“That’s better, is it not, Y/N?” he said, looking up at you with a smirk.

“Do you feel better now?” you responded, your eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“Oh, so much better, so hot in there.” he said, throwing his weight on top of you again.

You made it through the parking lot unscathed, even though you were 85% sure that Andrei’s eyes were closed as he slurred incoherent sayings all the way throughout.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful, Y/N.” he said, as you finally opened the passenger door and helped him sit. His eyes weren’t leaving your face as you bent over to fasten his seatbelt. 

“You are so nice to me.” he said, caressing your arm sloppily when you made sure his feet were facing forward. 

“Of course I’m nice to you, Svech. Let’s get you home, alright?” you said, looking at him from outside of the car.

“Oh, wow, that’s so nice. So, so nice. I want to kiss you so badly.” 

The declaration stopped you dead in your tracks, your hand freezing on the car door. It was basically impossible to read him, considering he was so drunk that his head was thrown back into the seat, with his eyes closed and the goofiest smile on his face. 

“Yes, please, let me give you a kiss.” he repeated, bringing his index finger to his cheek. 

Oh. 

That type of kiss. 

Disappointment washed over you, as well as relief, surprisingly, as you leaned down. Andrei grabbed your chin hard and began placing kisses all over your cheek, covering your face with them and of course, more giggles that reverberated on your skin. 

“Alright, uh, thank you, Drei.” you uttered, leaning back out of the car, carefully. 

“No, no, no thank you. It’s how I say thank you. Like that.” he giggled, reaching to weakly poke your cheek. You shook your head before shutting the door, taking deep breaths before getting behind Andrei’s wheel. 

The air in the car felt different. You had hung out with Andrei countless times, gotten this drunk and probably even more, and he had never acted this way before. From the moment you walked into the bar you knew, something had shifted. It wasn’t necessarily a bad shift, but you couldn’t put your finger on it and it made you feel uneasy. 

Or maybe it was that Andrei usually took over most of your thoughts whenever you weren’t buried under a pile of books and papers, and the fact that you pushed that away as much as you could. 

Seeing him act so cuddly and loving towards you felt good, but it was fanning the flames of an unrequited crush, and quite honestly, it was really depressing. 

To know that you had those feelings for him, as buried as they were, and you were stuck in the seat of his car taking care of him like a best friend. 

It really was not helping that his eyes hadn’t left you the whole night, but you figured that it was best to blame it on the liquor. 

There was absolutely no way it was anything else.

“You’re so quiet, Y/N.” Andrei said, still facing you.

“I’m trying to focus here, Svech. Your car is a lot faster than the piece of shit I drive.”

“You like it? It’s nice car, huh?” he said, rubbing his fingers on the headrest, his bicep flexing through the thin fabric of his dress shirt. 

“It’s a lovely car.” you said, telling yourself to just keep your eyes on the road. It felt wrong to gawk at him when he was in such a state, anyways. 

“Yeah, I knew you liked it. I thought of you when I got it.”

“Wait, what?” you exclaimed. 

“Yeah. Maybe I shouldn’t say, but I thought maybe she thinks I’m cool with this car.” he said. His voice had gone from excited to a lazy, almost sultry way of slurring his words. Truly, you just hoped he wouldn’t fall asleep in the car. 

And with that, it really hit you. 

Another strange, unexpected confession.

“I didn’t think you’d consider me in your car buying process, Svech.” you said, momentarily looking at him. 

He was definitely getting sleepy, and it wasn’t hard to tell considering how much he was sliding down the seat. It was making his flushed abdomen flex in such a deli-

The road. Focus on the road. 

“I think about you all the time.” he whispered, finally snapping his head back forward.

Your heart was beating completely out of your chest. 

You knew you were just framing this wrong, that he didn’t mean any of this like that, but you couldn’t help but get nervous at all of it. It was just the way he was looking at you was making you even more jittery, his brown, chocolate eyes had burned a hole into you ever since you walked into that bar. 

Thankfully for you, you had arrived.

“Well, here we are. Let’s go rest.” you said, getting out of the car impossibly fast. Before you could walk over to the passenger door to help him, you found Andrei leaning on the car, his head resting on the top of it. 

“No, no, no, Andrei, c’mon.” you said, running over to him. “Sleep in bed, love. Not here.”

Andrei’s head perked up, once again throwing his arm (and a LOT of his weight) on your shoulders.

“I like it when you call me love. I’m going to call you that now.” he said, slopping walking towards his door. 

You couldn’t believe you had gotten him in one piece into his house, but there you were. Now it was only a question of time before he fell asleep and you could go back to your regular. He’d probably forget the whole thing the next day, and that was a good thing. 

Andrei managed to somehow run as soon as the door opened, sprinting sloppily with dragged feet to his refrigerator. 

“You could have seriously hurt yourself.” you said, sneaking up behind him. Andrei turned around, his mouth full of the leftover burrito he snatched from the fridge. 

“Love, oh love, this is so good. Here, try it.” he said, his mouth full as he shoved the burrito in your face. 

Seeing him like this, you couldn’t help but smirk. 

It had been a while since you’d seen him so disheveled: the open shirt, the sweat and flush on his face, guac dripping from the side of his mouth. It always made you happy to see him so relaxed. 

You tentatively leaned forward and took a bite of the cold Mexican food, giggling as you saw his eyes light up. 

“That’s good, yes.” you laughed, watching him inhale another gigantic bite.

“Did you see, love, I won the star?” he kept babbling on, his eyes focused on his meal. 

“You got first star, yes, Andrei.” you chuckled, placing a cold hand to your forehead.

“I did good, yes?” 

“You did amazing.”

Andrei proceeded to lift up his arms in victory, a glop of salsa splattering right on his white dress shirt. 

“Oh, shit.” he said. 

You swore he gave you a cocky smirk before taking the shirt off, leaving him fully shirtless, his freckled skin still damp and red from the alcohol.

“Um, let’s get you to bed, Svech.” you uttered as he started slowly walking towards you, throwing the burrito wrapper on the floor. 

Andrei wrapped his big arms around your neck once again; he smelled like sweat, and bar, and alcohol, but you didn’t care, choosing to stay involved in his physical presence as much as you could for tonight. 

“I was the first star for you.” he said, placing a kiss on your temple. 

“Thanks, Andrei.” you whispered, looking up at his gaze, intuitively attempting to read his intentions. You had been touchy before, and Andrei was a clingy friend in general, but never this relentless and… forward. 

“Let’s go upstairs.” he whispered, placing a kiss on your head. 

The best outcome to this was him just falling asleep as soon as he hit his mattress, honestly. 

Tomorrow this will all be another memory that you’d have to hide and try to forget. Another event you read wrong. 

“Baby, I won the game, baby.” Andrei said, his eyes closed, as soon as you got him into his bedroom.

“Yep.” you said, coldly, impatient for him to get to sleep already so you could leave as soon as possible. 

“I won, baby! I won the game!” he repeated while you adjusted his unmade bed. 

“You did win.”

“Why you ignore my pet names, huh?” he said, wrapping his arms around you, and engulfing your body from the back.

“Because you’re wasted! You need to sleep!”

“But you’re my baby.”

“Yes, yes. I’m your baby. Now let’s get your pants off.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” he said smugly. 

“Oh, shush.”

You managed to get his shoes off in quite a record time and with no injuries, same with his pants. You never imagined that you’d be in this position, and honestly, you wished the context was different. As his legs came into vision, you dreamed how you’d like it if you were both sober, him just as clingy and affectionate. 

But that wasn’t the case, and it felt wrong to fantasize when he was like this, so you snapped out of it quickly. You were caught by surprise when you came face to face with him, his gaze already on you. You sighed and looked away, thinking about the next step. But Andrei couldn’t hold himself back anymore. 

“I wish you were my real baby.” Andrei whispered, running his thumb down your cheek as you reached over to undo his chain. “My real girl.”

You were unbelievably close now, his heaving chest grazing yours as you attempted to undo the clasp without looking up at him. 

“I am a real girl, Andrei.” you said, turning away swiftly from him to place the piece of jewelry on the nightstand just as quickly as it was off. 

Avoid, avoid, avoid.

“No, I me-”

“Get in here.” you said, holding his comforter up. Andrei's head fell forward, almost comically, as he stomped over and slithered under his covers. 

“Now, do you keep this on even when you sleep?” you teased him, poking at his cap as soon as he was settled in bed. 

Andrei’s face changed to a dark red as you pulled the hat off his head, a dorky smile now looking up at you.

“There we go. That’s better.” you whispered, unconsciously running your hand through his soft hair. It was hard to stop; you had dreamed about doing this every night almost. 

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to kiss you.”

“You got way too wasted tonight, Drei. You won’t remember but you’ve been speaking nonsense ever since I went to get you.”

“I’m serious, Y/N.”

“Andrei…”

Andrei’s hands snapped up, fast and unexpectedly pulling your face into his into a deep kiss. It was so surprising that you had no reaction initially, eventually letting yourself melt into him. He kissed you passionately, moving his lips to feel every single inch of yours over and over again. The more he gave you, the more he softened you, your body finding a place to sit on the bed to become more enveloped in him. 

“An-”

“Listen to me, now. Your turn to listen to me.” he said, interrupting you as he barely pulled away. 

“I don’t think I am brave enough to say, but now I am. I like you. I want you. I want you to be mine only. My girl. My girlfriend.” he uttered before his eyes went back down to your mouth, ultimately pulling you in for another kiss. 

“How you cannot see? I only want to see you every day. No other girl, I have felt like this before. Please, baby.” he said, in between kisses. 

“I know you feel the same way, I know it. I see how you look at me, but I don’t understand why you won’t say it to me. Come on, baby, look at how you’re kissing me.”

“I, I’m scared, Andrei. I don’t want to ruin anything.”

“Baby, you will not ruin anything. It will be so amazing now. You will make me the happiest man. Yeah?”

“...Yeah” you whispered into him, nodding your head and feeling the tip of his nose rub against yours. 

“Yeah, baby!” he exclaimed against your lips before pulling you in countless times. 

“I don’t really think you’re going to remember this tomorrow, but, we’ll see.” you sighed, anxiety running through your veins.

“I am not forgetting this, no way. I know I will remember this. Come into bed with me now.” he said, happily patting the empty spot next to you. 

You weren’t sure you were processing everything that was happening as you got under the covers with him, his arms coming towards you to pull you closer. 

Time seemed to stop as your bodies touched, minutes ticking by as you stared at each other’s blushed faces. 

“I want another one.” he whispered, leaning down towards your mouth before you could pull back. 

“You’re still drunk.”

“Not as drunk as you think I am.”

“What?”

“You thought I couldn’t do this?” he said, placing the tips of his fingers on his nose repeatedly. There was no way he had enough coordination to do that.

“Did you trick me, Svechnikov?”

“Maybe I took advantage of how I was feeling. The room is still spinny though.” 

“That’s what I thought.” you chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“Do you promise you’ll still kiss me when I’m sober tomorrow?”

“I promise. I promise.”

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov rpf #rpf #nhl #nhl rpf #nhl imagine #nhl fic #carolina hurricanes #canes #hurricanes #fluff

[inmyminditsreal]

Crushes and camping

Fem!reader x Spencer Reid

Word count: 1k

Summary: You decide to go camping with the team, You have a crush on Spencer and have been looking forward to this for a while. Oh, look! You have to share a tent..

SORRY I'VE BEEN GONE SO LONG!! school has been beating my ass 😭. This is very rusty im sorry.

Camping!!

On a rare long weekend for you and the team, you all decide to go camping. With only a little bit of objections you settle that it would be fun and a nice way to relax. In contrast to your very chaotic work schedule. You would be going to some remote wooded area, a “special” spot as you had said. You’re the one leading this camping operation. And as the day comes for you to pack and get ready, you start to stress. Telling yourself it will be fine. It will be fine.

The day comes. It’s around 8am. Everyone’s cars are parked outside your house. Everyone carrying bags. You're not the one who's going to be driving. It’s Hotch. You’ll be Navigating. Which kinda freaks you out, just a little.

“All right, are we ready to go?” Asks Derek as he loads the last few bags into the back of your car. You chime back with, “Yeah I think we’re all set.” Looking around catching nods from the rest of the team.

Everyone awkwardly piles into the car, it’s cozy, in a ‘ready for a road trip’ type of way. You’re in the passenger seat, Hotch in the driver's seat. Spencer and Derek sitting in the middle two, with JJ, Emily, and Penelope piled in the back three. Cozy. You’re very excited for this trip. Your family hadn’t really been big on camping, and anytime you did go, it ended in catastrophe.

You pull out a map as Hotch pulls out of your driveway and onto the street.

“Finally” you sigh.

About two hours fly by and you’re finally outside of civilization. The beautiful trees meet your eyes and you smile. It’s around early fall so it’s still quite warm but the leaves are vibrant shades of red, orange and yellow. You also see Spencer, reading a book with his elbow on the arm rest. He looks perfect reading there. You stare for a while then, you’re brought back to reality when Hotch asks,

“Where's the next turn?” You freak out a little, having lost your place and flip over the map a few times before finding your place and adding, “Right up the street, I'll tell you when I see it.” He nods. You look at Derek and see him smirking at you, he winks. You look away, embarrassed.

After four hours, a little bit of screaming directions, silly jokes, stares between you and Spencer, and stifled giggles later, you make it to the campsite. Stepping out of the car you wobble around for a second. You have only taken a few bathroom breaks/snack stops so your legs feel like jelly. You stretch all your limbs.

“Oh my god! We made it. I thought we’d be trapped in there forever.” Penelope laughs while hopping out of the car.

JJ adds, “God, I know right.” Emily and Spencer laugh.

Everyone’s out of the car and you walk around to find the perfect spot. After around 10 minutes you find the most perfect place ever and say, “This is it.”

“Damn okay, this is nice.” Derek smiles while laying down the bags. He was carrying most of them. After setting up the tents, you frown. You’re missing a tent. Asking everyone if they had brought a tent you come to the conclusion that you had, forgot, a tent. Feeling so very embarrassed you say, “Shit, I’m sorry guys, I made sure to check everything. I swear I brought one.”

“It’s okay, just means SOMEONE will have to share.” Derek laughs while looking between you and Spencer.

Spencer smiles and looks at you, you smile too. Hotch notices people looking for an answer and states, “I’ll decide who shares. You and Spencer,” While pointing at the two of you. The girls giggle rapidly behind you while they share knowing glances at each other. They know you like him. Derek laughs as soon as he sees your face go bright red. You smile, nod at Spencer and say, “Alright, who’s ready for a bonfire.”

Everyone nods as you go to gather firewood. “Hey, can I come with you?” Spencer asks as you’re about to leave. You’re surprised by this because he has been ignoring you the last week or so, but nonetheless say, “Sure yea.”

You begin the walk, grabbing some firewood, and looking at each other every few seconds before you break the silence and ask, “Why have you been ignoring me, Spencer, did I do something wrong?”

There’s a silence that rips you in half, until,

“I like you too much.”

“Wait what?”

“You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to hold, to love and cherish. I can’t deal with those emotions. I love you.”

You’re stunned, and by this time you’re already back at the campsite and it's getting dark. So you part ways and start the fire. The flames barely envelop your feelings, you have no idea what to do. Sitting around the fire, you keep looking at Spencer, to find him already looking at you. After scary stories and s'mores, around midnight you decide to call it. Everyone leaves to their tents. You put out the fire before walking towards yours.

Spencers inside, reading a book. The only light coming from a warm lantern. He notices you walk in and sits up, placing his book down. You change into pajamas in your sleeping bag. You finally meet his eyes and he says, “I’m sorry I made things awkward, I know you don’t have an answer and that’s okay but-”

“I love you too.”

“Really?”

“Always.”

You wrap him in a bear hug, breathing in the scent of pine and coffee with too much sugar. You both lay down and he says, “Goodnight.”

“One more thing, Spence.”

“Sure, yea.”

You kiss him softly while holding his cheeks. After pulling away he looks stunned, as you roll over.

“Hey- what you can’t just roll over after that.”

“Goodnight, Spencer.” you say as you turn off the light.

You cuddled him to death that night. He loved every second of it.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #bau #fem!reader x spencer reid #spencerreid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid fic #readerxspencerreid

[gnrbitch]

Summer Break pt.7 - Fun House

Warnings: Profanity & Smoking

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Day 9, 1986

Y/n yawned as she stood up from her bed, rubbing her eyes she looked over to Slash’s empty bed.

Her eyebrows scrunched together, weird she thought, I always wake up before Slash.

Her sock covered feet walked out of her room, heading towards the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, then brushed her hair. Her usual morning routine.

Walking out the bathroom, she glanced over a clock that was right above the doorway.

2 pm, it read. Her eyes widen. This was the most sleep she’s gotten since the incident. Her thoughts & nightmares keeping her up at night.

Y/n sighed as she stood in the middle of the living room, where was everyone?

And as if the man above could hear her thoughts, everyone came walking through the doorway.

“Hey! you’re finally awake” Slash said as he stared at Y/n, smile on his face.

“Yea” Y/n croaked out, “Where were you guys?” she asked.

“Down at the Roxy, we got a gig tonight” Axl said as he sat on the couch.

“Who plays a gig on a Tuesday night?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the red head in front of her.

“People who have no life” Izzy sighed

Y/n just pursed her lips as she tried to stop herself from laughing.

She sat next to Axl, then Duff went ahead and sat himself next to her.

“Where’s Mandy?” Y/n asked, thinking about how she hasn’t seen her in a while.

Duff looked over to her, “She’s been working, and she’s been going to this like summer school. Some college shit.”

Y/n just let out a little hum.

“Do you wanna come tonight?” Steven said, smiling at her.

Y/n looked over to Duff, smile on her face “Can Fru come?”

“If he wants” Duff shrugged.

“Okay then, I’ll see”

After a few moments of all of them watching T.V, Slash in the kitchen (probably looking for something to drink). Y/n spoke up.

“Duff” The dark haired girl said, in a hushed tone

“What happened Y/n” Duff looked at her.

“I wanted to ask you if um, if Fru could come over today” She whispered, only so Duff can hear.

Duff raised his eyebrows, “As in here?” he motioned, Y/n just nodded her head.

“Okay. That’s cool.” He nodded, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Y/n smiled, “Thank Duff”.

The girl got up and headed over to Duffs house phone, dialing Johns number.

“Hello?” The voice said on the other side of the phone.

“Hey Fru” Y/n spoke, hand twirling the phone cable.

“Hey Y/n, I was waiting for you to call” John said as a smile grew on his face.

And as the boys heard who Y/n was calling, all heads turned to Duff.

Axl nudged him, “Is he coming over?”

“Yea he is, try not to give him a hard time.” Duff said as he gave Axl a look.

“Who’s coming over?” Steven asked, in a much louder tone then the boys were speaking.

Duff pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “Y/n’s little friend”

“Oh m gee” Steven said as he looked over at Y/n talking on the phone.

“I asked Duff if you could come over” Y/n spoke on the phone.

“Really? what did he say”

“He said yea” Y/n said, turning to face the wall so the boys couldn’t see the smile on her face.

“I’m nervous, what should I wear?” John said

Y/n let out a little laugh “Jesus Fru don’t freak out, just wear what you usually would”

“Okay, okay yea you’re right” The boy breathed out, “When should I come over?”

“Now” Y/n simply said

“Okay i’ll be there in like one- three minutes” John said, Y/n could hear him getting up from his bed (Or maybe it was his bean bag, she was unsure).

“Okay cool, see you then” She smiled

“Yea, okay” He said

After a couple seconds a silence, Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes “Bye Fru” she said as she hung up the phone.

“He’s coming over?” Duff said, turning his head to look at Y/n standing by the phone.

“Yea” she said

“And you’re wearing that?” He asked her.

She looked down at her oversized hoodie & her socks, furrowing her eyebrows “I see nothing wrong with what i’m wearing”

“Also, be nice to him alright?” She said, her head tilting to the side.

“We’re the nicest people to exist” Axl smiled at her

Y/n sighed, “Just be nice”

“Shit i never told him what room number were in” Y/n said to herself, walking into her room to put on her shoes.

Before walking out the door, she turned to look at the five boys, who were already looking at her.

“Be nice” She said as she walked out.

“Are we gonna be nice?” Izzy asked, looking at Duff.

“I think we should” Duff said, wondering if he should interrogate the boy.

“Should i ask him any questions?” Duff asked the boys.

“Ask him if he does drugs” Slash said

Axl shook his head, “Probably not the right time to ask that question, ya know, after what happen.”

“Shit yea you’re right”

“Ask him if he’s a virgin” Izzy said, letting out a laugh.

“Okay you guys are no help” Duff rolled his eyes.

“Do you think they’ll like me?” John said as him and Y/n stood in front of Duffs door.

“I think so” Y/n said “Just be yourself” she smiled at him.

He breathed out “Okay”

Y/n opened the door to reveal all five men sitting on the couch (and two of them sitting on some lounge chairs that came from god knows where).

“You must be Fru” Duff said, standing up

John looked at Y/n with wide eyes “That’s me”

“I’m Duff”

“Cool” John blurted out, looking at Y/n to help him out

“He knows who all of you guys are” The girl spoke up.

“So are you guys dating or something” Duff asked, slight smirk on his face as he watched the two become flustered.

“No!” They both said in unison

“We’re just um” Y/n said looking at John, then back to her brother “We’re just friends” She awkwardly smiled.

Duff laughed at the two, “Alright, that’s cool”

“You a virgin?” A voice, which belonged to Steven spoke up.

Johns eyes widened (even more, if possible) as he heard the rest of the boys let out a small laugh “What?” he embarrassedly said

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, upset that they had made John feel embarrassed.

She shot a nasty look towards Duff, then to Steven “Fuck off Steven” she rolled her eyes.

Grabbing Johns hand, she walked the both of them to her room and closed (more like slammed) the door shut.

She rolled her eyes “Sorry about that”

“It’s okay, he just caught me off gaurd” he said, taking a look at Y/n’s room. “Do you share this room?” he asked, looking at the very messy side of the room.

“Yea, that’s Slash’s side, he’s not the cleanest person” She let out a little laugh.

She went ahead and layed herself on her bed (The side by the wall, if that makes sense). she patted the empty side next to her “Bring your ass over here” she said as John smiled.

Laying next to her, John turned his head to look at her.

“I um- I wanted to ask you something” Y/n said, remembering the concert.

“Don’t scare me” John furrowed his eyebrows

“It’s nothing serious” Y/n smiled “It’s just the guys have a concert tonight, and they asked if I wanted to go”

“Let me guess, you want me to go with you” John attempted to smile.

Y/n sighed “Yea. I just don’t wanna be there alone”

“I’ll go with you” he looked at her

“Really?” Y/n raised her eyebrows “I don’t want you to feel forced to come”

“I wanna go” John said

“Oh, okay” “But if you change your-”

John chuckled at the girl, “Y/n don’t worry, we’ll go together okay?” He said holding her hand.

Y/n nodded her head “Okay”

John looked over her face, “You know you haven’t kissed me today”

Y/n rolled her eyes, and gave him a kiss “So sorry sir Fru”

“All is forgiven” He spoke in a british accent, making Y/n laugh.

And on the other side of the door…

“What are they saying?” Steven said in a hushed tone.

“I can’t hear” Axl said, his ear on the door

“Should they even have the door closed?” The redhead continued, turning over to look at Duff.

Duff furrowed his eyebrows “I don’t think so?” he questioned.

Axl huffed, “Do you want them to have the door closed”

“Not really” the blonde scratched his neck

“Yea they shouldn’t have it closed” Slash spoke from the couch.

“Leave them alone man, what’s the worst that can happen” Izzy said, blowing out smoke from his mouth.

Duff shot him a look “I think we know what’s the worst that can happen”

Izzy shrugged, “You’re right”

“Maybe tell them something?” Steven looked at Duff.

“I don’t think I-” Duff spoke

“If you don’t tell them something i will” Axl rolled his eyes.

“No no, just go in there and see what their doing” Duff said

“What?” Axl furrowed his brows.

“Make up and excuse or something, see what there doing then come out and tell us” Duff said

“I could pretend I needa get something” Slash said.

“Perfect, okay everyone act like everything’s normal” Duff said, walking away from the door, Steven and Axl following him.

“Nothing about us is normal” Axl mumbled to himself.

“You better act Slash” Duff said

“Oh yea, i might change career paths after this” The curly head laughed, walking towards the door.

“No but really what was tha- Oh hey Slash” Y/n said as she stared at Slash.

Slash’s eyes quickly darted at the scene in front of him, Johns head was on Y/n’s chest, Y/n was running her hands through his hair.

Wait… has Y/n had a tank top on this whole time? Slash thought to himself

“Hey” he nodded towards the both of them, “Sorry- just came in to grab my um… jacket.”

Y/n smiled, “Okay”

Slash grabbed whatever jacket was laying on his bed, turning around and walking out the door, leaving it open.

“he left the fucken door open” Y/n mumbled as John lifted his head to look at her.

“There’s a lot of people in this place” John spoke

“I know” Y/n sighed, “But they’re cool, i promise”

“They sure look cool” John smiled “Real hardcore”

Y/n laughed “Yea” “But they’re actually some dweebs”

John rubbed his face tiredly on Y/n’s chest, lightly laughing.

Axl peeked his head through the door, scaring John as they made eye contact.

“What?” Y/n said as she saw John flinch.

“Nothing just- one of your brothers friends” He said looking at the door.

Y/n looked at Axl and laughed “What are you doing Axl?”

“Oh nothing… just keeping an eye out” The red head said as he walked passed the room.

Y/n just rolled her eyes “Regret coming over?”

“Only a little bit” John said as he looked at the girl smiling in front of him.

“Do you think they’ll see me if I kiss you?” John whispered.

Y/n looked at the door “Hopefully not” she said as she leaned in to kiss him.

“HEY!” The two heard as they broke away from their kiss, turning to look at who the hell was spying on them.

“Axl what the fuck are you still doing there?” Y/n asked

“That’s not what’s important” Axl said as he turned his head to call Duff “DUFF COME HERE”

“What?” Duff said walking over to the door, along with everyone else.

“I’m fucked” John mumbled to Y/n as she laughed at him.

“You’re fine Fru” she mumbled back

“They were kissing!” Axl said, pointing at Y/n and John.

“And you guys are just friends huh?” Duff looked at the two, especially at John.

“Don’t be so exaggerated” Y/n rolled her eyes “We just kissed”

“KISSING LEADS TO SEX!” Steven spoke from behind Duff.

The two teenagers’ eyes widen

“Jesus Christ Steven” Y/n said

“You know it’s the truth!” Steven said

“That’s not my intention with Y/n” John said, looking at Duff.

“How do i know you’re telling the truth?” Duffs eyes narrowed at the boy.

“I don’t know” The boy shrugged “You just have to trust me.”

“Trust you? Just like that, just trust you” Duff scoffed

“I mean yea- I get what you’re trying to hint at, But I never intended for the shit that’s happen to happen, it just did” John spoke, “Y/n’s a good person, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to her”

After a few seconds of silence, Y/n spoke “You heard the man!”

Duff sighed, walking into the room and closing the door, leaving the other men outside.

A loud “Aw what the fuck!” was heard on the other side of the door.

Duff sat on Slash’s bed, facing Y/n and John, who were now sitting on the edge of her bed.

“Look- I appreciate you telling me that, and i know you two are just some teenagers and you guys should be exploring this world in LA, but i don’t want neither of you to get hurt” Duff breathed out.

“Physically or emotionally, and fuck- you guys have already seen some shit in just the week that’s pass. And i don’t want anything else to happen.” Duff said as he looked over the two.

“And I don’t dislike you Fru- it’s just that i don’t want you two acting like you guys have all the time in the world. Cause you don’t. Y/n’s leaving, and i need you guys to remember that.” He said, finally finishing what he had to say.

Y/n sighed, the ugly truth has been told. Neither John or Y/n wanted to admit it. But they had already fallen for each other. And it made Y/n want to cry.

“I get it” John said “Thanks for looking out for us” he sighed out.

Y/n looked at Duff “Yea- Thanks”

Duff smiled at them, “Yea” he said, “You guys still coming tonight?” he asked, as if he hadn’t just hit them with the heart wrenching reminder that they didn’t have all the time in the world.

“Yea. We’re going” John smiled at him.

————

CHAPTER 7!!!! I finally updated omg, thank you all for being patient with me 😭🙏. Hope you all enjoyed!!!

And don’t you guys start thinking shits sweet now muahaha, im already planning on some bullshit to happen😏😏😏.

Till next time xxx

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[strscrossed]

stupid, a high school reincarnation ficlet

yes that's the title. no it's not a joke. you'll see why. this wasn't edited at all and i'm in my feels right now after tiktok put me there. ANYWAY! here's the moment mikasa saw eren for the first time!

Mikasa felt like she had no reason to be so heartbroken. 

It was a rainy afternoon on a Monday in mid-October. Mina was her project and they worked well together. The project was already done and the two of them were just hanging out in the girl’s room. 

“Are you on Instagram? I want to follow you!” 

Mikasa shook her head, “I don’t really do social media.Tried it once, it’s way too stressful.” 

“Fair enough.” 

Mina went to the bathroom and Mikasa saw that the rain had let up a little bit. Well that was nice, maybe some fresh air. 

Big mistake. 

She didn’t know how she was going to meet Eren in this life, if she was even going to see him at all. As the years went by, the hope of it dwindled. There were other things going on in her life, so she tried not to think about how alone she was. Again. 

She never thought this would be how. 

Eren stood on the neighbor’s balcony and he wasn’t alone. There, on the balcony, for the world to see, he was making out with a girl. She didn’t know who and with their state of dress or lack thereof, it was obvious what they’d been doing.

Her chest constricted painfully and she forgot how to breathe. Her brain barely registered the fact that she was seeing Eren in front of her. It was now registering heartbreak on top of that. And all of that combined led her to gasp. And it was loud enough to get their attention. 

This was a nightmare, it had to be. Their eyes met and before he could even run, she ran out. She had to leave. She had to go. 

She heard her name and wasn’t sure who was calling it. The rain started again and she was soaked to the bone but she continued to run. 

This was stupid, so stupid. She had no right to be upset. She had her share of wild nights with random guys. It still hurts though. And she can’t breathe. She’d wanted to find him for so long. Things had ended horribly for them, but there was always that promise. 

See you later… 

Beer couldn’t solve this. It was time to break out some of Kenny’s cheap whiskey. She almost collapsed on the sidewalk, but she wasn’t dramatic enough for that. 

She never thought she’d see Eren again. Now, she wished that she never had… 

-

Eren was panicking. 

“You’re sure it was her, Eren?” Armin asked. 

He scowled, though Armin couldn’t see him. He’d been forced to drive home after driving around for an hour. He knew that it was her. He’d know Mikasa Ackerman anywhere. He’d only been pining after her all this life and last. 

“You think I wouldn’t be able to pick Mikasa out from a crowd. It was her, Armin. And she saw everything,” he gritted his teeth, kicking himself mentally again and again. 

“Damn it,” Armin let out a deep breath. “You’re telling me she’s been around this whole time and the first time she sees you in this lifetime is after you hooked up with Lara Tybur, is that right?” 

Eren made a noise, “I swear, Armin, if I have to repeat myself…” 

Armin mumbled something under his breath, “Okay, I’ll see what I can find out. But you better be ready to grovel because this is just one more thing you have to make up for. I can’t believe you, honestly.” 

“Yeah, I know. I already feel like shit, Armin, I’m just telling you that she’s here. I don’t know where she went but she saw me and booked it. You can punch me again at a later time. First, help me find her. That’s all.” 

“Oh, I will. But Eren? She may not be ready to talk to you. So be ready if that’s the case.” 

The line went dead and Eren was close to chucking it at the wall. 

He was an idiot. When he met Lara again, it was awkward as hell, obviously. But she looked so much like Mikasa, it was almost scary. The attraction was there and they’d been going at it since June. The fact didn’t escape him that he went from literally eating her last life to eating her in a completely other way. 

But Mikasa had seen and the summer he’d had was the furthest thing from his mind. Mikasa was the only girl that mattered to him. She was the only girl he’d ever loved, the only girl he would ever love. And he broke her heart. Again. 

Lara texted him earlier and he just told her that their little arrangement was over. There was no room for interpretation, it was done. He wanted to find Mikasa. He wanted to be with Mikasa. Only her, no one else. 

He just had to find her. And grovel. He was willing to get down on his knees and beg. He didn’t give a damn about his pride when it came to her. 

-

They went to the same school. In fact, they had study hall together. What the fuck, how had he missed that? Oh right, their teacher couldn’t care less if they showed up or not and didn’t bother taking attendance. 

She avoided him like the plague. He tried calling out to her and she just walked faster. It hurt, it hurt a lot but he was nothing if not persistent. 

He tried to find her during break and lunch, no luck. Last life, she avoided him like the plague whenever she was upset. She was doing just that. 

He did manage to run up to her at one point on Thursday afternoon, on the way to study hall. He tried to talk, he tried to say anything but she sighed. It wasn’t even a sigh of anger or frustration, she was just tired. 

“I’m not in the mood for talking, Eren. Please leave me alone.” 

“Mikasa, please,” he begged, his voice breaking. “I just want to talk. What you saw—”

“Eren. Leave. Me. Alone.” 

She disappeared into the classroom before he could beg again. Study hall was their last period but they weren’t allowed to talk. She just ran off. 

She didn’t want to talk. 

He stood there. He didn’t want to give up, but he felt like the biggest piece of shit. 

And maybe, he deserved it.

#ficlet #high school reincarnation au #eremika

[storiesofsvu]

Heavy Hearts Ch 13

Warnings: language, pregnancy, master manipulation, toxic family dynamics. It's the beginning of the bad angst y'all. (there will be a happy ending and more fluff coming, don't worry)

One faded pink line that began to darken with each moment that went by, slowly followed by a second one, five minutes later, two more lines, ones that showed up faster, darker than the first. Tears welled in your eyes as the truth stared you in the face, there wasn’t any other reason for you to be late.

You were pregnant.

Weeks ago it felt like your world was crumbling around you. Right now it felt like it was a complete avalanche that was suffocating you, backing you into a corner that you would never be able to get out of. There was no stopping the tears sliding over your cheeks, the worry and dread surging through you while you sat on your bathroom floor trying to ignore your fate. You couldn’t even focus on a single thought, you were simply lost in your mind, staring into the abyss as you cried, so lost in misery that you missed the sound of your bedroom door opening, a small rustling out there before the bathroom door creaked.

“Oh Miss Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Larissa’s voice finally broke you out of your trance, “I was just doing some tidying, I thought you would still be out.”

“No.” You sniffled, wiping away your tears, “came home early, I wasn’t feeling too good.” Larissa’s eyes darted between you and the two tests on the basin, a frown taking over her face before she looked back at you,

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“I thought I was coming back here for a month, maybe two. Then I was going to run off and propose to the girl I wanted to be with for the rest of my life and we were going to be happy, going to finish our last year of school, become the best lawyers, move to New York and start a life. Now…” you choked out a laugh, “that girl hates me, I’m wrapped up in shit my family loves and…” another sob wracked through you, “I somehow manage to get pregnant? Everything… is completely ruined…”

“Oh sweetheart.” Larissa perched on the edge of the tub, her arm wrapping around you, softly stroking at your back, “this isn’t the end of the world, you have time to weigh out your options, you have choices.”

“I wish I did.” You let out a shaky breath, glancing up at her, “don’t get me wrong, I believe people can do whatever they want and I’m in full support of it, but I…I can’t just get rid of it, it’s not me.”

“And adoption?” She asked softly, smoothing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“If I go through nine months of hell and birth a baby, I’m not going to just give it up. Even if I wanted to, the attachment is there.” You wiped away a couple more tears.

“Well what do you want to do? Baby or not?”

“I want to graduate. I need to graduate.” You let out a groan, “oh god, what is Casey going to think?”

“That’s not our worry right now.” She stroked at your hair gently, “you think you can finish your last year while pregnant?”

“I’m going to have to.” You looked up at her, tears brimming in your eyes, “all I need to do is keep this a secret until I’m back in Boston, I won’t tell him, won’t put him on the birth certificate, I’ll deal with being disowned by my parents later.”

“You’re sure that’s what you want?”

“I know that I don’t want to stay here. I can’t. I already hate who I’ve become and it’s barely been over a month.”

“Nonsense.” Larissa chuckled softly, “you’re still the same girl I’ve always known.” Her hand stroked at your hair again, “you’re different from the rest of them, your brother’s learning, and so is Sarah. And you have me, I will be here for you no matter what you decide, no matter what state you’re in.”

“Thank you.” You sniffled, letting out a heavy breath.

“How about you get into bed, hmm?” She nudged at your shoulder, “I’ll bring you up a nice snack and some hot cocoa? I know it’s not much but for now it’s something.”

“That sounds great.” You looked up to give her a watery smile.

“And don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” She smiled warmly at you, helping you to your feet and pulling into a tight hug before guiding you back into your room so you could bury yourself under the covers.

**

You had hoped that a walk would help clear your head, maybe help sort out some of the wild thoughts soaring around inside of it. By the time you returned home you weren’t actually sure if it helped or not, letting out a soft sigh as you toed off your shoes, shutting the door behind yourself.

“Sweetheart?” Your mom called out from the dining room.

“I’m not hungry. I’ll grab something later.” You called back, making your way to the stairs.

“Chickadee! Get in here please.” Your father’s voice rang through the house and you let out a huff, dropping your head back as you paused at the bottom of the staircase before trudging into the dining room.

“Yes?”

“Sit down.” He gestured to the table and you let out a breath, moving through the room, stalling when your hand hit the back of a chair and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Sitting in the middle of the table were the two positive pregnancy tests.

“What the fuck?! Where did you get those?”

“Language.” He spat out, urging you to sit once again and you did.

“Well,” she started, “I went to move the empty Pepto box into the recycling and found the receipt tucked inside it. When I noticed there were pregnancy tests on the bill I simply peeked around your room a little bit.”

“You snooped through my personal space? Through my garbage?” You’d purposely wrapped the tests up in a ball of toilet paper and made sure they were hidden away at the bottom of your bathroom’s garbage can.

“I think I have the right to know if my daughter’s pregnant or not.”

“At my discretion!” You shot back and your father shot you a glare hard enough to shut you up, leaning back in your chair.

“Chickadee I thought we raised you better than this. If you were going to be off having sex you should know to be using condoms.”

“If you had just asked I would’ve taken you to the doctor, gotten you on birth control.”

“Do we really have to do this?” You asked quietly, “can’t you spare me the lecture? I’m a grown woman.”

“Well you’ve been acting like a reckless teenager since you’ve gotten back.” Caroline scoffed.

“Believe me, I’ll be keeping my head down until I’m out of here.”

“Oh you’re not going to be galivanting around Boston by yourself pregnant this fall.” She countered and you held back an eye roll.

“What? You sending a chaperone with me?”

“No.” Preston spoke up, “you’re simply not going.”

This time your heart stopped in your chest as you looked up at him with eyes wide, “excuse me? You can’t just stop me from going back to school, I’ve got a degree to finish.”

“And now you’ve got more than just yourself to think about.” She replied with a firm look, “you’ve got a baby on the way, from now on it comes first. You need proper health care, people who will help you and all that stress of pretending to be a lawyer would be no good for the baby.”

“This is ridiculous. You can’t just trap me here.” You stood from the table, “there’s doctors in Boston, I’m sure I can find a perfectly good one out there.”

“You do that and we’re yanking your trust fund.” Preston stated cooly, “no more family money.”

“What?” You gasped, turning back to the table as you tried to fight the tears in your eyes. Between school, studying and being coerced into coming home for summers in college you hadn’t exactly had much time to work yourself. While you knew that was extremely privileged, you never realized it would become part of this problem.

“Your father and I talked this through already sweetheart.” Your mom stood, coming to rub a hand over your hair in an attempt to soothe you, “you need to be somewhere with people who are going to take care of you, and this baby. We’re just doing what’s best for the both of you.”

“But..”

“No buts.” She kissed the side of your head, “we can start clearing out the guest room closest to yours for a nursery.”

“I can’t believe you.” You muttered, pushing away from her so she couldn’t pull you back as you hurried from the room so you could disappear into your own, letting the tears take over once again.

“See?” Preston gestured, “there she goes storming out of here like a damn teenager. We raised her better than that, what the hell happened?”

“We let her out of our sight for too long.” Caroline sighed, “she went and got all influenced by that Novak girl. Pregnant or not at least she’s on a better path now.”

**

You spent the rest of that day and a half wallowing in self pity, not feeling guilty about it this time all things considered. You’d hoped that if something slipped to your parents they would at least be supportive, that they’d let you finish your degree, it had been the only thing keeping you going at this point and now even it was slipping through your fingers. You’d lost Casey, you’d lost that happiness, you thought maybe a career would be enough to keep your head above the water and now you felt like you were basically suffocating. With each day that went past in DC you felt more and more life getting sucked out of you and it was getting even harder to keep fighting back. You had little to no joy left, no reason to keep going, you simply went through the movements, hoping something would change, spark what little motivation you had left.

You were in the kitchen, perched on the bench of the breakfast nook when you heard a faint noise from the front of the house, choosing to ignore it and continue to focus on what was in front of you. Even if you were no longer going back to school in the fall you figured one of the easiest ways to try and forget what was going on was to distract yourself with a law journal, legal pad on the side that you were occasionally scribbling on. Footsteps got closer until Brock’s voice broke the silence of the house,

“Hey.”

You glanced up, your brow quickly scrunching, “what’re you doing here?”

“Brought you lunch.” He held up a takeaway bag, moving through the room to put it down on the table beside you, pulling out a ginger ale from the bag, “wanted to check in and see how you’re feeling, you were pretty skittish the other night.”

“Oh… yeah.” You ran a hand over your face, “I’m fine. Nothing for you to worry about.” You flashed him a tight smile, “but thanks for lunch.”

“Course.” He smiled back down at you and you raised a brow in his direction.

“What?”

“Nothin’.” He grinned, “you’re just really fucking cute like this.”

“Oh please.” You rolled your eyes, huffing out a laugh, picking up your pen again. You were in a pair of pyjama shorts and a worn Harvard tee, your hair tugged up on the top of your head in a top knot and considering you hadn’t been planning on leaving the house, you hadn’t bothered with make up.

“I mean it.” He slid onto the bench beside you, his arm softly winding around your waist, “all cute and cozy, like something I’d come home from work to.” His fingers gently tickled at your side and you let out a squeal that morphed into a laugh as he pulled you half onto his lap.

“Brock!” You laughed, swatting at his chest.

“There it is.” He grinned, “knew I could get a laugh outta ya.” You let out a breath, rolling your eyes, though the smile remained on your cheeks. He readjusted you on his lap every so slightly, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder from behind, examining the work spread out in front of you, “what’ve you got here?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You waved him off, “it’s dumb.”

“I really don’t think an Ivy league education is dumb sweetheart.” He murmured, squeezing softly at you, encouraging you to answer his original question.

“It’s a pretty basic exercise, you look at old law journals, learn about the case, look through the evidence and write up your own questioning and arguments for court.”

“See, doesn’t sound dumb to me.” He kissed the top of your shoulder, “I think it’s pretty awesome my girl’s brilliant on top of beautiful.” His hand lingered on your stomach a little too long for your liking, sending a wave of queasiness through you.

“Brock.” You pushed on his chest, letting yourself slide off his lap onto the bench beside him, “my girl? Really? I’m not your girlfriend, can you stop with at least that one?”

“Sorry.” He squeezed at your knee and you swore he gave you a genuine smile in return, “I just figured since we’re in it for the long run now…”

“What did you just say?” Your brow furrowed as you looked up at him and he shrugged softly, realization washing over you and that all too familiar sense of dread came right along with it. “You know…”

“Well it’s not exactly like either of our mothers can keep a secret.”

“Great.” You dropped your pen down to the table, running a hand over your face again. The single one person you’d been trying to keep this from was now in on your secret. “I suppose you’re here to try and talk me out of it?”

“Absolutely not.” He shook his head, “I’m here so you know that whatever you want to do, I’m in support of. I’ve got your back.” The arm that was still half around you soothingly rubbed at your back, “you’re not alone here, okay? Mom’s already offered up the guest house, that way we have our own space but we’re still close enough that everyone can help out when I’m away at work. If you’re going to do this I want to be a part of it, watch that little rugrat grow up, teach him how to play soccer, hell, I’ll even play princess if it’s a girl.”

“You are… shockingly sweet today.” You let out a little laugh, “you know if you were like this more often maybe I’d like you a little more.”

“Awee,” he chuckled, “well you kept turning down the boyfriend experience.”

“And look where that got me.” You muttered, ducking your gaze, feeling tears blur into your eyes.

“Okay, none of that now.” Brock tapped the bottom of your chin, redirecting your gaze back up to him, frowning at the tears in your eyes. You couldn’t help the lip quiver, the slight shake in your voice.

“I’m scared…”

“Hey… hey…” his thumb caught a stray tear, wiping it away, “you can do this. We can do this. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” You let out a watery laugh, dabbing at your eyes,

“You have any idea how many men say that on a yearly basis over shit like this?”

“Well that’s why I brought you something else too.” He reached into the bag, “maybe the reason you keep turning down the boyfriend experience is because you’re too good for that. You deserve something better, something more…like the fiancé experience, the husband experience.” He cracked open the box to reveal quite possibly the most stunning ring you’d ever seen, “marry me?”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this…” You murmured; you could feel mountains of sorrow building up inside of you but for some reason it seemed like your body couldn’t summon any more tears. By this point you’d gone and cried yourself out, exhausting all of your resources.

“We can be our own happy family.” He offered quietly, his free hand rubbing at yours, “I know it’s fast. It’s all a little fast, but they say everything happens for a reason, right?”

Your eyes focussed on the ring, thinking about the different directions your future could go, how incredibly hard this was going to be on your own, you knew your parents said they were going to be there to help, but you knew what that meant. They couldn’t have been bothered to raise you or Ethan so how different would a grandkid be? Your dad was always at work and the more your mother was around the higher your blood pressure was, she would just nitpick and backseat parent you, scolding you for everything you did ‘wrong’ and you knew it. Doing it with them would almost be more exhausting than doing it alone, and your baby didn’t deserve that. Your gaze shifted from the ring up to Brock, a soft smile on his face you let out a sigh.

“This baby deserves two parents, and I don’t want to be shuttling back and fourth between two houses. I want it to know what a happy home is, what a loving family is…”

“And it will.” He replied softly, sliding the ring onto your finger before leaning in to kiss you gently, “I won’t let you down.” He pecked your cheek, wrapping an arm around your waist again as he gestured to the table, “how about we take a break on this stuff for now? You look a little tired, put on a movie while you eat lunch?”

“Uh…yeah, sure.” You flipped the books closed, making sure they were neatly stacked before you stood from the bench.

Brock collected the takeout bag, catching your hand in his as you wandered through the house to the tv room. You settled in your regular corner of the sectional, picking up the remote to pick something to watch while Brock unpacked lunch. You ate about half of it before you were yawning, he was right, you were tired, you were beyond tired. As you yawned again, nuzzling deeper into the cushions of the couch Brock pulled a blanket from the back of the couch, tucking it around you, his arm circling around your shoulders. While the warmth of his body was there he didn’t immediately tug you to him, letting you slowly relax into the embrace and for just a moment, you caught yourself thinking that maybe you could potentially get used to this, after all, people settled and made personal sacrifices for their children all the time.

When you woke up a couple of hours later Brock was gone, the table cleared of garbage, a second blanket wrapped around you and you spotted a note on the coffee table.

‘Parents called, I had to run. I’ll call or swing by tomorrow; we can figure out moving your things into the guest house. -B’

*

Over at the Lexington’s, post dinner drinks weren’t exactly going as planned, well, that’s to say that they weren’t exactly civil. Your mother had obviously called Eleanor the previous night, and while she’d mentioned things to Brock, the news was breaking to the rest of the family tonight.

“I cannot believe you!” Howard began, rounding on Brock who was lounged back in an arm chair, “you weren’t supposed to knock her up Brock! You were supposed to court her, charm her! Make her see heart eyes and feel butterflies, not just jump into bed with the girl! I specifically told you to date her, get her under your spell, make her think you’re the greatest thing in the world and the only option for her, her happily ever after! We are on a tight time constraint here!”

“All things considered I think I did pretty well.” Brock laughed, “and a hell of a lot faster than just buying her dinner.”

“Howard, calm down.” Eleanor cut in, a hand resting on her husband’s forearm, “the Vanderbilt’s aren’t about to let their little girl have a baby without getting married.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Would you?” She challenged and he huffed, “a wedding and a baby will be a wonderful distraction in the papers, if anything this is a blessing, we can slide by unnoticed. Besides, if this is the way I get a grandbaby I’m not opposed at all.”

“We all know what that girl’s like!” Howard shot back, “she’s not going to stand for any of this. Hell, for all we know she’s halfway back to Boston by now.”

“Dad would you calm down, seriously.” Brock grinned with a gleam in his eye, before he shrugged “I proposed this afternoon. There is already a ring on her pretty little finger. And a dozen promises of happy family memories, romantic date nights and days being pampered in her head. That girl isn’t going anywhere.” He chuckled darkly as he leant back in his chair, swigging at his drink.

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[clemkruckinnie]

i think we’re alone now-c. cunningham

Chirssy x reader please! They are so few 😖 maybe it could be the reader comforting chirssy after her and Jason break up and chirssy admits her feelings

a/n: writing more for my sweet girl <3 wanna steal her from jason’s “the epic highs and lows of high school football” ass so bad.

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You’ve been at the party less than half an hour, and you’re already itching to get out. Eddie had bailed on you about an hour before, citing his busted van as a reason, yet had still successfully peer pressured you into going by yourself.

“C’mon, (Y/N),” He had teased you over the phone, no doubt working on Hellfire related activities on the other end. “Live a little! Go to a party without a guard dog for once.”

“Since when are you the guard dog?” You had asked back, trying to decide between two outfits. “You’re like, a chihuahua at best.”

“Take it back!”Eddie had groaned, “those things are evil, and besides, you know i’m right. Just go bum some cheap booze and watch the basketball team drink away their sorrows from their loss.”

“The game hasn’t even happened yet-“

“Oh, it’s the Wolves, we’re gonna get pummeled.”

He had been right. The Tigers had played abysmally-had you not known and liked Lucas, you would have been overjoyed at the failure.

Alas, the afterparty had been planned, the house chosen, aforementioned cheap booze bought in bulk.

Whoever’s house it was had a tire swing in the backyard, which you had gladly claimed, using it as a vantage point to people watch.

You saw everyone come and go, no one in particular catching your eye until the Queen of Hawkins High herself came in.

Strawberry blonde hair released from it’s typical ponytail, falling in soft waves around her shoulders. She’s in a lavender dress with a white sweater on over it, a shimmer to match the dress applied to her eyelids.

She stands, looking somewhat lost as she searches for her boyfriend.

You have eyes on him. He’s across the yard, being absolutely demolished in a keg stand contest. Once he taps, he lands on thr ground, looking for a fight to pick.

“Jason!” Chrissy calls out, waving at him happily from across the grass.

It’s like watching a car crash-Jason trudges across the lawn, pulling Chrissy behind a shed with a sense of pissed off, wannabe alpha male energy that comes off more resembling a child’s tantrum.

You want to laugh until Chrissy comes running from behind the shed, pushing her way through the screen door and into the basement.

Jason stumbles back over to where the failed keg contest took place, and it takes all of your patience to not club him over the head with a shovel he had just yelled at Chrissy behind. Who does he think he his, yelling at his girl like that so publicly? What could Chrissy have possibly-

“-told her not to wear anything too short,” Jason rants, loud enough for you to hear him several feet away, “and then she wears that dress I keep telling her I hate! I already lost, I feel like shit, now she’s gotta go and-“

You roll your eyes, seething as one of the boys from the basketball team leads him off, probably taking him to get another drink he doesn’t need.

“Whiny little bitch.” You mutter, hopping off of the tire swing. You’re not exactly sure why you’re doing until you find yourself in the kitchen of the party, raiding the counter for something vaguely drinkable.

You hasten your pace when you see Andy coming over towards you, rolling your eyes at the false swagger he attempts to walk with.

“(Y/N), what’s a-“

“Just got my period, gotta go!”

You brush past him in your haste to get to the basement, surprised to find no one down there. It’s not exactly a nice looking one, sure, but there’s an old couch and a table-plenty of space for someone to hang out at.

You walk down the small hallway, past a bedroom, and you’re about to turn back around when you hear a sniffle from behind the bathroom door.

You look around the corner, seeing the screen door from earlier, and realize that it’s a direct path from the door to the bathroom. This is the door you were looking for.

You’re about to knock, when it occurs to you that Chrissy and you have barely spoken in the six years counting middle school that you had been classmates. You’d smile politely when eye contact was made, and didn’t feel awkward about asking her for a pencil in class, but that was about it.

But you hear her sob softly, and any logic goes out the window-you can’t leave her like this.

“Chrissy?” You call out, rapping your knuckles against the wood door.

“I know you’re in there.” You say, gently, out into the air in front of you. Maybe it’ll freak her out less.

“Please, just go away.” Chrissy pleads, you feeling a pang in your heart at her tone-there’s no outright venom to it, she just sounds so broken down and unlike herself.

You shake your head, even though she can’t see it. “I can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“I’m not letting you spend your Friday night crying on some basketball loser’s bathroom floor.” You tell her bluntly. “That’s depressing as hell and you know it.”

You hear her laugh, quick and bright, before she slaps her hand over her mouth, muffling it.

You smile, biting your lip and tightening your fingers around the neck of the bottle.

“That’s true.” Chrissy admits weakly. “I’m still a mess, though. I can’t head back out like this.”

“I didn’t come to drag you back to the party.” You assure her.

“What do you want, then?” Chrissy asks you-again, with no malice.

Forgoing words, you reach out, jiggling the doorknob.

Chrissy reaches for the doorknob, but pauses when she sees herself in the mirror-ruined mascara and red eyed.

“Promise me you’re not gonna laugh at me?” She asks, and you feel that tinge in your heart again.

“Cross my heart.” You tell her.

Reaching past the shower curtain, Chrissy opens the door, you coming in and locking it behind you.

You look around the mostly dark bathroom, wondering where Chrissy was, before you hear her voice behind you.

“Down here.”

You look down, and she’s sitting in the bathtub, legs hanging over the sides. She pulls the sleeves of her sweater down to her knuckles, arms wrapped around herself.

“Brought you somethin’.” You hold up the bottle of peach-flavored vodka you’d snagged from the kitchen upstairs, left mostly untouched in favor of more “manly” drinks.

Chrissy holds her hand out and you hand the bottle over, blinking in surprise as she unscrews the cap, taking a bigger swig than you’d expected her to.

She shakes her head as she pats the space in the tub next to her. “Come share this with me?”

You settle into the bathtub with her, making sure not to knock against the faucet as you get comfortable. Chrissy passes the bottle over and you take your own drink from it, wincing at the sweetness.

“Jason’s a moron, just so you know.” You assure her, Chrissy laughing as she wipes at her damp cheeks.

“I mean it.” You double down, taking another drink before you continue. “Like, his angel of a girlfriend comes to his lame-ass party looking hot, and he yells at you for looking hot? What the fuck???” You go on, Chrissy laughing again, more purposeful this time.

“Do you really think the party is lame, or are you just saying it is to make me feel better?” Chrissy asks you, you immediately shaking your head.

“No, it fucking blows.” You assure her. “To be honest with you, I just came to smoke. Then I find out that Eddie’s decrepit van broke down AGAIN, so there’s no weed, Andy’s been playing the same goddamn A-ha tape for two hours, and the male to female ratio is way off so I’ve got the single half of the basketball team trying to get in my pants when i’m just trying to drink and mope in peace.” You rant. “We’ve got the right idea in here.” You point to the two of you. “Gotta avoid these boys like the plague.”

“It really wasn’t my idea to come.” Chrissy admits, taking the bottle from where it sits between you two and taking another drink. “Jason said I should, but he hates this dress. I thought it was a fair compromise.”

You look at her with an excited smile, genuine pride behind your eyes as you nudge her approvingly. “Atta girl, Cunningham! Stick it to him!”

Chrissy laughs loudly at that one, feeling better than she had even before the fight.

“I think i’m angry at him.” She realizes out loud. “Because you’re right! I look hot!”

“You look hot!” You agree.

“I got myself all ready, came in right as he lost a keg stand contest to a sophomore, and he takes out his insecurity on me? All I did was come in looking cute!” Chrissy goes on, you encouraging her with the occasional “Yes!”, or an excited slap on the rim of the tub.

“He’s a bitch, Chrissy!” You tell her again.

“I took him back after he cheated!” Chrissy admits, more furious than shameful.

Your jaw drops. “Honey, you didn’t!”

“I did!” Chrissy groans, rubbing her temple with her free hand.

“So he throws shitty parties, he’s a cheater, he’s insecure to the point that he lets it affect his relationship with you, he can’t hold his liquor,” You list off.

“Oh my god!” Chrissy groans, leaning her head against the back tile of the tub. “I’m too good for him.”

“Thank you!” You laugh. “To think, you were just in here crying over him.”

Chrissy shakes her head. “I could have been hanging out with you this entire time. This-“Chrissy gestures to the tub the two of you are in, “is the most fun i’ve had at one of these things since-well, ever.”

You pause, letting her words settle into your brain, making sure they’re not an effect of the drinks you two had been having.

“You’re cool, Cunningham.” You tell her, nudging her knee with yours lightly.

“You’re cooler.” She counters. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?“

“Just exist. Not being anything for anybody.” Chrissy explains. “I don’t really feel allowed to be a person outside of Jason’s girlfriend.”

She pauses, trying to decide if her words are too mean to say this soon into knowing you. “I don’t really see you with anyone but your friends, Eddie and those kids?”

You nod fondly, “My dork-ass best friend and his army of preschool nerds? Yes, i’m familiar with them.”

“You always look so happy with them.” Chrissy goes on, “You can tell they love you, not the you that you’ve constructed.”

Your face softens, watching Chrissy as she rants. She’s directed her attention to her hands, clasped in her lap.

“No one would want to be friends with who I really am.”

“Hey,”You grab Chrissy’s hand, her looking up at you with big, watery eyes, “I would. Like, really. More people would than you’d think, actually. If you’d lose your friends by being yourself, you’re not losing anything or anyone special.” You tell her earnestly.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Chrissy asks, “everyone around me is so horrible to you.”

You shrug, “You said it yourself. You’re not like them.”

“I’m no angel.” Chrissy counters.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

It’s out before you can even think about biting your tongue, but the way Chrissy looks at you makes you happy you didn’t get the chance to.

It’s then that you remember your hand is still clasped in hers, and you let go, not wanting to make Chrissy uncomfortable. The second you do, Chrissy gets up, and you start to stutter out an apology.

“Hey, i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

Instead of getting out, Chrissy’s moved so that she’s on her knees. You barely register the feeling of her soft hands cupping your cheeks before she leans in, quickly, like she wants to kiss you before she loses the courage to.

It’s nothing like any of her kisses with Jason, or any of her other boyfriends. You move against her like you’d be content to just do this forever-kissing her just to kiss her, not to lead into anything else.

You would kiss her forever if you could. She tastes like strawberry lip gloss and the cheap peach vodka that had brought you two together in the first place.

It’s something else joining you two together now as another track breaks up the a-ha streak, muffled through the basement floorboards.

I think we’re alone now,

the beating of our hearts is the only sound

#chrissy cunningham x reader #chrissy cunningham #stranger things fic #stranger things 4

[yakumtsaki]

Well things were nice and calm for one entire update, but don’t worry, we’re back to normal AS AIDEN CHEATS ON SANDY WITH JENNICOR TRICOU. AIDEN WHY. YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH 3 BOLTS

-C̴A̵N̵'̸T R̷E̷S̴I̸S̵T T̴H̸E V̵A̶M̶P G̴I̸L̸F🧟

OH MY GOD

-H̶O̵W C̸O̶U̷L̶D Y̸O̵U̵ ̶A̵I̸D̴E̵N, I̴ G̷AV̴E U̸P M̷Y L̴I̸F̴E A̶S A̷ C̷R̶Y̶P̴T S̸E̷R̵V̶A̴N̵T F̸O̴R̶ T̶H̷I̶S🧟‍♀️

Bro I can’t. I try to unlag our lot by marrying Sugar off, he cheats on his wife. I try to unlag our lot by marrying Sandy off, she gets cheated on. Not to be self-centered but WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME

-Welcome back Sandy, the bathrooms need cleaning! -G̷O̷O̵D̴ T̵O̴ ̴B̸E̴ B̴A̶C̴K🧟‍♀️

UGH

-Don’t worry bitch, I’m about to help with the lag once I take this final dump!

-Nice! About time I fuck outta here, see you stupid assholes never! 

DOBRONEGA NO

-Tell Cyn that I love her and my children that I hate them! 

-NOOOOO DOBRIE NOOOO HOW AM I GONNA LIVE WITHOUT YOU💗

Poor Cyn was devastated, she cried for days, her and Dobronega really had a Victoria/Victor pet soulmate thing going💔 RIP Dobronega, I’ll miss you so much💔

Because I wasn’t upset enough, the goddamn cleanbot had the worst meltdown yet, look at this shit:

FML. Sophito you have maxed mechanical, feel like taking a crack at fixing this??

-No thanks, I’d much rather play the piano and risk actual death by flies! 

Thank God we have iVan around here because you people are USELESS.

Case in point. The military uniform is killing me.

-𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲. 𝙸𝙵 𝙲𝚈𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙲 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂.

Bartholomew’s amazing 1 nice point is starting to reveal itself, this kid is a NIGHTMARE.

-Come on, Barth, concentrate! You’re four, you need to learn how to speak! -GOO GOO >:(

Bartholomew straight up exhausted Sophie so I had to send in reinforcements. 

-Alright, listen here, Bratolomew, I have enough disappointing family members, so learn to talk or Mr. Teddy loses his head.  -FINE, YOU WIN, GEEZER

Felina returns from her first day of school, runs to hug Sophito (I’ll never get used to what good parents him and Liz are)-

-and brings with her Spice! Sugar has actually been a really good dad other than you know, destroying his marriage for no reason, while Spice was a toddler I always invited Sug over to hang out with his bebe so they have a good relationship. Now that Spice is a kid we can invite him over to our lot!

Awwwww❤️ God Sugar I’m still SO PISSED AT YOU FOR THE CLAIRE DIVORCE

Jojo is on his last legs (screaming crying throwing up) so I fulfil his wish to re-become a werewolf-

-BUT APPARENTLY HE HAD A SIMULTANEOUS FEAR OF BECOMING ONE TOO. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. WILL YOU MAKE UP YOUR MIND

-NO.

Here we go again, YOU’RE CURED. LAST TIME JOJO, I MEAN IT

-It’s ok, I’ve made up my mind..

-..a face this stunning should not be covered in fur!

No comment!

-OH MY GOD MY NEAT POINTS CAN’T TAKE THIS MESS -MINE NEITHER I’M LOSING MY MIND -IF ONLY iVAN OR SANDY WERE HERE TO CLEAN -EXACTLY, WE’RE TOO GOOD FOR IT

Un.real.

OH HELL YA, GET IT. Once we hit half a mil we’re moving to an even bigger, laggier mansion!

-Omg you guys, isn’t so funny how all 3 of you have worked most of your lives and I got a job as an elder and make more than you? Huhu!🌸

-Seriously, it’s totally crazy how my earnings have eclipsed yours! I mean look at Sophie, worked and worked to top the law career and for what?💗 -So I can represent myself in your murder trial. -Huhu looks like you guys are having your toast with a side of envy! Don’t even get me started on Shajar, mayor by 25 because she was running unopposed! Boy my life is FINALLY perfect!🌸

-HI WHAT THE HECK💗 -That’s right Cyneswith, I’m here to replace Aiden and Jack Do as your obligatory psycho spurned lover! I’m gonna barge in here daily to catch you cheating on me with your husband! 

OH MY GOD GINGER SHEA JOHNSTON GTFO WHEN WILL THIS STOP

Awww❤️

Awwwwww❤️

Aww- SUGAR WHY IS THE GIRL YOU CHEATED ON JESSICA WITH HERE

-What do you think, Barth, time for ole’ uncle Sugar to get married again?

YA IT ABSOLUTELY IS NOT

I don’t know if you guys realize how long I’ve been trying to get Sandy on top of the culinary career, it’s RIDIC. This is the hardest time I’ve had with a career since Wyatt, Sandy WTF

-P̸E̸O̵P̸LE D̸I̵S̷C̴R̶IM̵I̶N̷A̵T̴E A̴G̷A̴I̴N̵S̸T Z̸O̷M̷B̷I̸E C̷O̷O̴K̸S̴! S̷O̷M̵E̷O̸N̷E F̵I̵N̷DS Y̵O̷U̸R E̷Y̵E I̴N T̷H̸E̴I̵R S̴O̷U̵P̸ O̵N̷C̷E-🧟‍♀️

OK MOVING ON

-Alright Felina, seeing as science is your one true hobby, your father is useless, and I have one day left on this wretched planet, it’s time for me to teach you the secrets of repairing iVan! -But I don’t wanna learn to repair that stupid robot, huhu!🌸 -ALRIGHT THE HUHUING STOPS NOW. Write this down: “To repair iVan you turn off his killmode switch-” which of course I’ve always left on.. -Ok.. -“and reassure him you love him and he’s a good boy, but if he doesn’t calm down you’re turning him into car parts”.

Oh wow, super scientific! 

It’s Bartholomew’s birthday from which I have no pics because iVan almost killed us again..

-𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙴𝙶 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝚂𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙻 𝙱𝚄𝚂. -Believe it, buddy!

..and here he is with his glorious Ti-Ning nose! Boy did that toddlerhood cuteness of yours disappear. 

-We get the face we deserve!

At least you’re self-aware!

Felina brought Cyan, June and Lakshmi’s bb with her from school! It’s so nice that all our lil cousins we’ll go to college with are showing up❤️

-Swan soooooooooong......... So loooooooong, shitty family, so looooooooooong..............🎵

It’s time😭😭😭

-Hello, old friend. Have you come for me? -I HAVE BEEN WALKING BY YOUR SIDE FOR A LONG TIME💀 -That I know. -ARE YOU PREPARED💀 -You have no idea.

SHAJAR DO YOU FUCKING MIND

OH MY GOD SHAJAR SERIOUSLY GET OUT OF THE FRAME

-It’s alright, it’s only appropriate that Shajar disappoint me one last time. So long, family! And truly, it’s been SO LONG. I’m going to find Wyatt now, but don’t worry, my spirit will always be with you, judging, lecturing, and making you soil yourselves.  

-WAAAAAAAAH -WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH -HEY-YO SHAJ! -HEY-YO! 

OH MY. FRANCES

-DADDY NO!!!!

OH WOW LOOK WHO WOKE UP. Shajar seriously ffs even for you this was unreal. Jojo left money to absolutely everyone, even Don! Charitable king💔

Frankly, I don’t even know what to say about Jojo, like I try to keep things lighthearted but I teared up when he died. I loved Jojo since he aged up into the snootiest Mr. Darcy toddler of all time, he was one of my favorite sims ever, he had so much personality, he was so much fun to play, and despite being pure evil he really did love his family and always tried to shame them into not being losers. Most of all, he loved Wyatt, with whom he’s now reunited❤️ RIP Jojo, I’ll miss you terribly-

-but clearly your spirit will live on. ABSOLUTELY NOT, SOPHITO

#long post #gen 4 #ts2

[twilightknight17]

Today on P3R, we spend at least 3 days playing an MMO, let a small child steal our food, and head to The Club for a night of… well, actually we just popped in and then went home to go on the computer. Minato is me, for real. XDDDD

So it’s the start of Golden Week, which means days off school! Which means I can barricade myself in my room and play the game Junpei gave us!

We’re off to a great start. EP starts in October, and IS starts in August, so, close enough. I wonder what the plot is gonna be li--

...

......

.........

WELL. I guess he’s here in some small way, at least.

Of course, even when it’s a fake version of Phil, he’s just giving his vague speeches.

Thanks for the enlightening intro about anything that’s going on in this game, Phil. No other info is forthcoming. We just load into an area called Shinagawa Dungeon (which is not P2) and are immediately approached by another player.

...it’s 2009. It’s 2009. It’s 2009. I’m fine. X’D

Did people really ask “ASL” on MMOs?? I thought that was like a chatroulette/omegle/etc thing.

At least she’s nice, even if she talks like the most LOLSORANDOM 2009 Internet Girl.

...You can’t call me Tatsuya the whole game. You can’t. Aaaaaaa.

I’m having a stroke. Oh my god.

Anyway, Golden Week vacation is not a whole week, so it’s back to school on Thursday to guess my way through another class. At least I guessed right this time. But all my teachers continue to be completely ridiculous. None of them want to teach.

My education is suffering! Let’s go to track practice instead and worry about my physical health instead! Except wait, shit, Kaz has fallen down.

You are NOT fine! You collapsed!

He told his teammates he has anemia, but he confesses to Minato that his knee is fucked up. But he’s supposed to take over as team captain next year, and there’s a big national meet next year, so Minato has to keep it a secret.

Now I’m keeping secrets for TWO classmates. Good lord. Because Kenji wants me to keep it a secret that he’s gonna ask out the ethics teacher, so… grife. I guess I’m too used to P5, where most of my links involved making mutually beneficial deals. You guys are just… guys. XD Which isn’t bad, it’s just very different.

Anyway, Atlus, stop putting dudes on the track team and then giving them knee problems.

I’m also attending to my student council duties, and this dude needs to chill so bad.

Like… dude. The teachers at this school don’t give a shit, and you’re walking around like an army general.

My guy, it’s a single cigarette butt in the boys’ bathroom. This is not treason. Calm down. You’re gonna give yourself high blood pressure.

The manager of the track team walked home with us, and Minato got a new social link out of it. Which was interesting mostly just because it happened after track practice, so I got to do two things in one afternoon. Yuko is very nice, though.

I also went to the shrine to see the little girl, Maiko, and she pickpocketed my weird takoyaki and Mad Bull without actually asking. But I think that means that next time she’s there, she can be a social link too?

It’s been a day for social links, and the usual weird drinks.

I don’t know what happiness tastes like, but I’m suspicious as hell of that lemonade. It’s trying too hard to convince me. XD

The last thing I did around town was finally become courageous enough for Club Escapade! We are rocking out completely motionless up in the club.

I do like it here, though. And it gives me great reference pictures to use. XDDD I wish you had the option to dance, but nothing is perfect. I do wonder why the fortune-teller is in the nightclub, though. And the expensive accessory store???

The funny part is meeting the guy here so we can purchase URLs that lead to the dark web… and the first two lead to a random city rumor board, and an unofficial forum for the school. With… do we think this was renamed, or was it called this before and it’s just a call-forward?

SO. Now that we’ve stopped running around town, it’s the full moon, which means Mitsuru has detected another massive shadow! This one is camping out on the monorail leading to the island, so it’s going to be interesting getting there.

...like father, like son, lmao.

This was actually a pretty cool sequence. You do actually get to run down part of the tracks, but not before Junpei gets all pissy that Minato’s been put in charge again. As soon as you encounter the lesser shadows, he runs off to fight on his own.

It’s pretty clear what Junpei’s character arc is gonna be. We save his overconfident ass, and head for the front of the train.

Literally my worst nightmare, dude.

All the way at the front of the train, the Priestess shadow is driving it out of control, and looks… much more chill and tolerable than the Magician. XD It gives you a 30 minute time limit for the fight, which is fine… and then cuts that in half and in half again partway through. X’’’’D

I don’t do great with time limits. But we made it!

And did not die on the runaway train.

Hehehehe

Pharos promised to come see me afterwards, but he hasn’t yet. :(

Ah well, I guess, since I saved the world last night, I deserve to play my MMO all day on Sunday~

...I’m going to die. :’’’D

It is kind of funny how 2009 this is. You meet some random person online, and whoever they are, you just end up talking about random generic shit from your lives, no matter who’s an adult or who’s a teenager or whatever. In some ways, it was the best thing.

But now, time to log off. The phone is rin--

...never going to understand how the Velvet residents even have phones to call me with.

Anyway, I have been introduced to the Velvet door in Paulownia Mall, as well as Elizabeth’s requests. So next time, I guess it’s time to see what kind of nonsense she comes up with for me. But that’s two full moon shadows down, which means that barrier in Tartarus is down, too. So there will be lots to do!

#Li plays P3Re

[boldlyvoid]

Double Cross

18+ Eddie Munson x Henderson reader part 2 of Double Trouble

Summary: She picks Eddie and Steve just has to be okay with it.

warnings: angst, siblings fighting, apologies, meeting Wayne, oral (f), protected p in v smut, getting caught by mom

word count: 4.2k

Their mom won’t be home for a few hours yet, so it’s her responsibility to wake the little shit up for school and make sure he gets there okay. However, Dustin hasn’t talked to her in 2 days. 

Not since everything went down.

He simply wakes up, waits his turn for the bathroom, has an angry bowl of corn pops and begrudgingly washes his dish without saying a single word to her. She tries asking questions about his sleep, and she tries to apologize again… but jeopardizing his relationship with Steve for a chance with Eddie wasn’t something he could easily forgive her for doing. 

Steve had every right to be upset that she didn’t pick him, she could understand that. But he was acting like a child thinking he had some weird claim on her, like calling dibs was still a viable solution to all the crushes he couldn’t admit to. 

“I’m going to fix it,” she admits before he can leave the room. “Dustin, I promise, I’m going to fix this.” 

“Don’t,” he turns and points at her, angrier than she’s ever seen him. “You’re just going to mess it up further. Leave Steve alone, keeping fucking Eddie if you want to, I don’t care, just give my best friend, the person I consider family, a goddamn break and leave him alone!” 

“I didn’t know,” she cries. “How was I supposed to know he loved me?” 

“It was obvious! And I thought you liked him too… you can drive, you have a car, why do you depend on Steve? It’s not for the mutual interests you can talk about, you have none!”

“And what do you talk to him about? He’s 5 years older than you Dustin? Don’t you think that’s weird?” 

“And you’re acting like you’re 8 instead of 8 years older than me,” he spits back. “This isn’t the playground, I know you’re not a toy they’re fighting over, but you can’t sit here and look me in the eye and say what you did to Steve was okay. He was standing up for you while Eddie tried to make him feel like shit and you let him.”

“It was all Eddie’s doing, you know how he can be,” she puts the blame on him, which she was fine with doing seeing as he hasn’t talked to her since that night either. “I wanted him to get to know Steve, I wanted them to be friends too, it would’ve been nice to have both of them in my life, like how you have them…”

“I need them,” he starts to cry. “I don’t have other siblings… you have older siblings on your dad's side, I don’t. Steve was there for me during some shit that I can’t even explain and I thought Eddie had my back, I thought he wanted me in hellfire cause he liked me and wanted me there, and I come to find out through Gareth that Eddie’s always had a crush on the Henderson girl… what if he just invited me into the group to get to you? How is that supposed to make me feel, Y/N?” 

“I’m sorry,” she opens her arms, hoping he’d walk into them and accept her hug. Slowly, but surely, he does. He holds her tight and sniffles, “I’m so sorry Dusty, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I can’t believe it did— it happened so fast I couldn’t even stop it before it was too late.” 

“Do you know what you’re going to do?” He asks while pulling back. 

She shakes her head, crying harder, “no, I have no clue what to do.” 

“Do you love Steve?” 

“What?” She gets defensive. 

“It’s okay if you don’t,” he whispers placing a gentle hand on her arm. “Or if you do… I get it. I was telling Steve before you got home that he should ask you before it’s too late, I was completely okay with it and then everything blew up.” 

“I don’t know,” she whispers. “I had a better time with Eddie on Friday than I’ve had with anyone in years… I’m sure Steve could make me happy, I know he’d treat me right and everything, but it just doesn’t feel right?” 

“Oh,” Dustin’s shoulders drop. “If things didn’t happen with Eddie, would you feel different?” 

She shrugs and opens her mouth to speak but she doesn’t know what to say. “I honestly don’t think so… I love having Steve in my life but I can't imagine kissing him or spending my life with him in that sense and you’re supposed to want that when you love someone like that, right?” 

He nods, “yeah, and you can’t force it.” 

“You really cant,” she sighs. “Is Steve coming to get you this morning or should I see if my car will start?” 

“I’ll give him till quarter to, and then can you drive me if he isn’t here?” Dustin has a glimmer of hope left in him, he really hoped things could resolve themselves and go back to normal. 

“Okay, go finish getting ready,” she lets him head off, watching with a sad smile as he heads into his bedroom. 

He’s grown up way too much for her liking. Chats like this were supposed to be things she had with their mom, but now he’s 14 and smart and just like her. Their mom did a wonderful job with him, without the help from his dickhead dad, Y/N even took a little of the credit with pride.

Steve could take some credit too, he was the one who taught Dustin how to control his curly mop of hair after all. And Eddie… she hoped to god he wasn’t using Dustin to get to her, but from the way he thought they might be cousins, she was hopeful that it was just a coincidence that Dustin ended up in Eddie’s life. 

Sometimes things fell apart for a reason, sometimes the landslide dug up things that were supposed to be unearthed, and sometimes the world looks a little better with the new layout. 

“Hey, I’m gonna drive you in regardless, I have stuff to do before work tonight,” she calls through his door on her way to her own room. She wanted to talk to Eddie, she had to make sure this wasn’t a mistake, that the feelings were still there and that he actually cared for her brother and his little dork friends. 

“Okay!” He called back, muffled by what she expected was the sound of his head stuck in a sweater. 

She slipped into a pair of jeans, and she threw on a shirt without really any consideration for how she looked, if Eddie wanted her then he better get used to her looking like this. It was who she really was anyway. She brushed her teeth, checked her hair and grabbed her purse only to have to wait another 5 minutes for Dustin to get his ass down the stairs and his shoes on his feet. 

She twirled her keys around her fingers and reached for the doorknob, “ready?” 

“Yeah,” he sighs, gripping his backpack like his life depended on it. 

She swings the door open just in time to see Steve rolling up to the curb. “Oh…” she feels her stomach drop right into her ass. 

“I’ll go with him, you can just do what you were going to do,” Dustin heads off in front of her and runs to Steve’s passenger door. 

She walks quickly behind him and right up to Steve's window that he’s already rolling down. “Hey,” he’s the first to talk to her. 

“Hey,” she gives him a small smile. “I’m sorry… really, I didn’t mean to hurt you and Eddie—

Steve gets out and wraps her up in a hug before she can continue. “It’s okay, I shouldn’t have acted like that. I was a total meat head.” 

She finally relaxes in his arms, feeling like everything was going to be okay again for the first time in 48 hours. “I’m still sorry.” 

“It’ll be fine,” he assures her. “Where are you headed to?” 

She doesn’t know how to answer as she pulls away, “I uh, I was going to try and catch Eddie before class… I remembered Dustin saying something about him never going to first period.” 

“So you’re going to his trailer,” he sighed. “I know I have to get over it, I’m trying.” 

“It’s okay,” she places a hand on his cheek and smiles. “I appreciate you wanting me to stay safe and happy, I promise the second I stop being happy or safe with him, I’ll tell you.” 

He nods, sad eyes making her want to break down, “just as long as I’m not some replacement to fill the void when he’s gone.” 

“You’ve never been that for me, Steve, you’re my best friend,” she affirms her feelings for him. “And I’m sorry I don’t feel anything more, I really wish I did.” 

“I’m just glad you’re not faking it with me,” he’s honest. “Believe me, it hurts a lot more when you’re a year into telling someone you love them and they haven’t felt a single bit of it back for you.” 

“I’m going to be late for school at this rate!!” Dustin complains from inside the car. “Can you kiss and make up later?” 

“Go,” she giggles, smacking Steve's butt lightly as he turns around. “Drive safe, I’ll see you later?” 

He nods, “come by the store?”

“You know it!” She calls back while he gets into his car. She waves them off as they drive away and heads then into the garage to get her own car. 

She drives carefully, not used to being behind the wheel after all this time, she does, however, make it to the trailer park in one piece. She parks behind Eddie’s van, there was an old pickup parked beside it that she suspected belonged to his uncle. 

She didn’t want to knock and wake him up, either of them really, she knew Wayne worked night shifts so if he was home, he was probably just getting to sleep. Instead, she went around to the side door by Eddie’s room and peeked in the window, seeing Eddie folding some laundry in the hallway in nothing but his boxers. She knocks lightly and waves when he looks over at her. 

“Hey, cutie,” she teases when he opens the door. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Do you not want—

“No, no I just mean it’s super early?” He didn’t want her to read too much into what he said. “You wanna come in?” 

She nods, “I didn’t want to wake your uncle by knocking on the front door.” 

“Oh, he’s not asleep yet, he just made breakfast,” Eddie waves it off. “You want some bacon? I think we still have—

“We don't!” Wayne yells from the kitchen and makes his way around the corner to see who Eddie is talking to. “Just ate the last slice, sorry, hun.”

“That’s alright, I’m Y/N,” she reaches out to shake his hand. “I’m uh, well, that’s why I’m here…” she turns to Eddie with confusion. “I haven’t heard from you since everything went down at my place?” 

“Oop,” Wayne feels awkward. “I’ll leave you to it, it’s lovely to meet ya, though.” 

“You too!” She lets him walk away and hauls Eddie into his bedroom. “I talked to Steve about it already…” 

“You did?” Eddie took a seat on his bed with a sigh. “So you’re friends again?” 

She nods, “is that okay?” 

“I’m not going to tell you who you can and can’t talk to, babe,” he makes it as clear as possible. “I’m not that kinda guy, but if he messes with you, or makes a move, I won’t hesitate—

“No,” she points at him with a stern look on her face. “No more macho tuff guy shit, I want you and Steve to be friends, or at least civil if this is going to work out. Not only for me but for Dustin. I can handle being single, but I can’t handle him being big brother-less.” 

Eddie sighs, “I hate how much I love that little twerp.” 

“Me too,” she can’t help but laugh, she sits beside him on the bed. 

“Come on, get cozy with me,” he offers, tossing the covers back and getting situated with her on his chest before he pulls the comforter back up and snuggles in. “I’m sorry I never called after… but I never got your number and I didn’t want to just show up again in case he was there and it got worse cause I have a big mouth.” 

She snuggles in close to him, playing with his chest hair delicately while she listened. “It’s okay, I needed time to process it all and work things out with Dustin.” 

“How is he doing?” 

“Okay now that we talked… I have a question?” 

“Okay?” He’s nervous about that. 

“Did you invite him into hellfire because you wanted to get close to me?” 

“What?” He laughs, “no? Where’d he get that from?” 

“Gareth—

“Is a little shit,” Eddie finishes it for her. “He likes to haze the new kids by telling them lies to make them feel like they have to work harder to stay in the club as if he has any say. He’s a dick sometimes. I’m sorry. I’ll talk to them.” 

“Okay,” she’s relieved, fully able to settle into bed beside him and relax. “I’m sorry about everything… I really, really just wanted you to meet him I didn’t think I’d end up snapping at him—

“Well horny you is a different person,” he teases. “If we weren’t so infatuated with each other I think it could’ve gone a bit better.” 

She laughs slightly, dragging her hand down his chest and under the covers towards the hem of his boxers. “Yeah… but I mean, it was too good not to be all over you again.” 

“Ah, ah,” he stops her hand before he gets going too much and can’t take back his actions again… so she just starts to kiss him instead. Along the side of his neck, his collarbones, she keeps going and he almost loses his train of thought. “I have a rule w-with Wayne… no funny business when he’s home.” 

“Boring,” she mumbles against his chest, looking up at him with pleading eyes as she presses a kiss to his nipple, making him gasp. 

“No,” he whispers, “you don’t know how hard that is to say to you… but I can’t.” 

She sighs and sits up, “fine, get your clothes on. Come on, my place is empty.” 

He laughs but he follows her out of the bed, reaching for his jeans on the floor and jumping into them quickly. 

“Mind if I wait out there?” She points to the living room and Eddie nods. 

“Just don’t listen to him, I’m not as bad as he says,” Eddie forewarns her.

“I doubt that,” she shoots him a quick wink and heads out of the room. 

She’s only been there once, but it was quite easy to memorize. She finds Wayne in the kitchen, elbow deep in dishwater as he cleans their plates from the morning. “Hey there, doll face.” 

“Hi,” she smiles. “Sorry for barging in like this, I tried to be respectful of your schedule.” 

“Don’t worry, I like to make sure he’s off to school before I head to bed, he’s gotta graduate at some point,” he reminds her. He takes his hands from the water and wipes them off, turning to her with a knowing smile. “He has a test in 3rd period, don’t let him miss it.” 

“I won’t,” she means it. “I want him to graduate too…” 

“Good. We’re on the same page,” he gives her a smile. “All I ask is that you take care of him, he’s all I got and I rather not see him get his heart broke in two.” 

“I don’t intend to, sir,” she stands tall, keeping eye contact, she feels like most boys in a forbidden love story. “I like Eddie more than I care to admit already…” 

His small smile becomes a glorious Munson smirk, one she’s seen on Eddie a few times already. “Well, then I should probably get use’ta seein’ you around more?” 

“Probably,” she smiles, catching Eddie in the corner of her eye as he makes his way out of his room, dressed and ready to go. 

“You drove here?” Eddie asks, peeking out the window to see a car behind his van.

She nods, “yeah, I can drive you to school and pick you up later?” 

“Sounds good,” he wraps his arm around her and kisses the top of her head. “See ya, uncle Wayne, I’ll try to be home before you leave tonight.”

“Still love ya even if you’re not,” Wayne reminds him. 

“Love you!” Eddie calls back, opening the main door and letting Y/N out first. 

“See ya, Wayne!” She calls out just for good measure. 

She digs her keys from her pocket and offers them to him, “you wanna drive?” 

“What year is she?” Eddie asks, admiring the old impala carefully, without touching the paint. 

“’67, it was my dad's,” she shares. “He taught me how to drive stick and then she became mine.” 

He takes the keys from her, jaw still slightly agape, “she’s beautiful…”

“Thanks,” she chuckles. “I barely drive her.” 

Eddie unlocks the driver's door and lets her scoot in first. That was the best part about these bench seats in old cars, she could just slide on over to her seat, or she could sit in the middle and snuggle into his side while he drove. She did that, instead. Head on his shoulder, she watches him drive a little too fast into her cul-de-sac and right into the driveway. 

His lips are on hers the second they’re back inside, she moves them up the stairs without breaking the kiss making them bump into everything. They’re giggly, it’s happy, she wants him so, so bad. He pushes her against her closed bedroom door as soon as they close it, kissing down her neck as he works on the buttons of her jeans. 

Before she knows it she’s naked and on the bed with him all over her. 

He kisses down her body, hand on her lover's back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.

As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”

“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.

“Please, Eddie, please, I’ve been wanting you back inside of me all weekend long,” she begs. “You’re the best I’ve ever had, holy shit. Please?” 

With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, she moans softly, “oh, right there.” 

“Keep talking,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.

“Fuck me?” She mumbles, recovering slowly her mind feels foggy but she knows she wants more. 

He slips out of his clothes finally, matching her naked form as he lays back down on top of her. He kisses the side of her mouth and down her neck, she wraps her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratching down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her. 

She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full. “Please?” 

“I need a condom,” he whispers, I forgot to grab one when we were leaving. 

“My drawer,” she mumbles, reaching out for her night table but she can't reach it. 

He pulls back enough to do it for her, he finds her condom box, new and never opened, with a smile. “You buy this for me?” 

She shakes her head with a laugh, “mom got them when Steve started sleeping on the couch she was sure we were sneaking around.” 

“Well, Claudia,” he takes a condom from the box and rips it open with his teeth. “Wrong boy you needed to worry about.” 

“Shut up,” she can’t help but laugh. “She just doesn’t want to be a grandma at 40.” 

“Wayne says the same thing,” he sighs as he rolls the condom over his hard cock, “fuck, baby you made me so hard I could explode.” 

“Fuck me a little first before you finish,” she pulls him in closer, colliding her mouth with his as he slips inside. They moan in tandem, into each other's mouths. Her legs wrap around him again, and he rocks into her with precision and force, hitting every spot she wants him to. 

She’s never been one to cum from penetration alone and yet she feels so close every time his cock makes contact with her cervix. She cries out in pleasure, whinging almost as he kisses her neck and collarbones and fucks her with fervour. Snaking a hand between their bodies, he rubs her clit for good measure, “you wanna cum again baby? Wanna cum on my cock? Fuck… I wanna cum when I feel you pulse around me, feels so good baby,” he rambles, lost in pleasure, he can’t stop the words from tumbling out. 

She moans, unable to speak she’s so fucked out, nodding like a bobble head she wants to cum so, so badly. 

“There you go,” he starts to feel her legs twitch and her cunt flutter, “cum for me, baby.” 

Gripping his back impossibly tight, her nails drag down his back, ripping his skin open in the process. He hisses at the feeling but only fucks her harder, cumming at the same time she did, he really couldn’t hold back. He drops against her, a panting mess as he wraps his arms under her and holds her close, head in the crook of her neck. 

“Holy fuck,” he sighs. 

“Yeah,” she can barely breathe, still twitching all over as her body calms down from the high. “Fuck…” 

They get barely 2 seconds to gather themselves when she hears quick footsteps running up the stairs and her door twisting open. 

“Hey, why is your car parked in the drive— oh my,” her mom walked right into her room then, without knocking, because she had no reason to suspect this behind the closed door. 

“MOM!” She pushes Eddie out and tosses him off her, off the bed and onto the floor on the side where he’d be hidden best on the floor, and covers herself with the blanket. “I didn’t think you’d be home yet?!” 

“I uh, oh wow,” she was really at a loss for words, unable to close her eyes, “um… who’s this?” She points to Eddie, now sat on the floor, head peeking up over the mattress, hair a mess, he waves. 

“I’m Eddie… uh, Dustin's friend?” 

“Dungeon master Eddie?” She gasps, “does dusty know about this?”

She nods, “uh yeah… it was a bit of an issue this weekend.” 

“You didn’t— not with him in the house?” 

“Oh no,” she waves her hands, anxiously. “We were at Eddie’s, he brought me back and got in a tiff with Steve… it was a whole thing but it’s fine now.”

“I’m sorry I can’t come over there and shake your hand, Mrs. Henderson,” Eddie apologizes before Y/N can get any further into things. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Right,” she takes that as her queue to leave. “I’m just going to unpack… try not to be too loud?”

“Yep,” she presses her lips together awkwardly and closes her eyes, this was more embarrassing than anything else in her life. 

As soon as the door is closed again, Eddie gets up off the floor, “you know you could’ve broken my dick launching me across the room like that?” 

“I’m pretty sure my mom seeing you balls deep in me is somehow more painful than that,” she covers her face with her hands and falls back against the pillows. 

Eddie wraps his arms around her, holding her close, “at least she was cool about it.” He snuggles his face into the crook of her neck and gives her a few kisses. “Think she’d let me stay over every once in a while?” 

She nods, removing her hands from her face to take a good look at him, “I’m 22 and pay rent here, I can have whoever I want over… but even if that wasn’t the case, probably. She’s really cool.” 

“So I’ve heard,” he muses. “Dustin’s always talking about the cool things you guys do together as a family.”

“And now you’re a part of it.” 

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Conflict of Interest

mature content discussed in this story… all chapter in masterlist

Chapter Twenty: Out With It

Nina’s words replay in your head like an echo or a verse of a song that’s stuck in your mind and you can’t stop annoying yourself by singing it over and over again.

“And if he doesn’t?”

And if he doesn’t reject you and tell you your relationship has and always will be purely physical- purely friends with benefits and no strings attached, and all that bullshit that never works out in the books? What if he doesn’t turn down your feelings, but rather reciprocates them?

You suppose you haven’t quite considered that possibility. Well, it’s crossed your mind, but more so in a way in which you think it, then you tell yourself you’re crazy and need to slow your roll.

These thoughts have been going through your head all morning like an annoying snapchat video you can’t click out of.

You texted him back last night, responding with an optimistic and not at all nervous: “For sure, I’ll see you at 6!”

After sending it, you felt pretty good and empowered, then a total of 13 minutes and 27 seconds later, you wanted to throw up and unsend it. In that order. But unfortunately for you, Spencer had already responded with a cute “Looking forward to it!”

Nina, both annoyed and worried that you’re sitting in bed practically chewing your lips and nails off, drags you to lunch in the cafeteria downstairs. You sit with your friends and enjoy spending time with them for the first time in a while. It’s actually nice to not think about Spencer and this incredibly frustrating situation.

Being so nervous to tell a guy you have feelings for him reminds you of your school days. You weren’t necessarily a shy person, but admitting to a guy or girl that you like them was always difficult. So many gone-wrong scenarios played in your head that made you choke up or stutter.

But since you’re nearly 26 years old, you remind yourself to buck up and just fucking come out with it.

After lunch, Nina occupies your time with movies and gossip about her family she learned and or saw during the holidays. Their efforts of distracting you do not go unnoticed. You’re grateful to have a roommate/ best friend like her.

Eventually, it’s time to start getting ready. You head to the showers, missing having the nice bathroom from your childhood to use.

Once you’re back in your room, you get dressed in your favorite jeans and an oversized light blue sweater. You pull your hair back into two somewhat loose pigtails and put on a little bit of makeup. You pull on your boots then head out the door at 5:45, talking a deep breath.

Looking out the window of the cab, you can’t help but imagine either way this may go. And how both ways will ultimately change the relationship between you.

If Spencer does not feel the same, then you’ll have to stop seeing him; that would be the only choice fair to yourself. Class would be awkward as hell and maybe even hard to get through some days.

If he does reciprocate your feelings, then you’ll have to decide whether or not to make that extra step in the relationship. And being your professor’s girlfriend has to be difficult. You’d still have to keep things a secret.

A part of you feels like either outcome this situation will have could end poorly.

The cab driver pulls into Spencer’s apartment parking lot, and parks. You pay him the fee, then get out and take the elevator to his floor. When it lands, the stomach drop feeling comes from nothing the elevator stopping and the fact that you’re actually doing this.

You knock three times and wait the short amount of time it takes Spencer to open the door.

“Hey,” he smiles to you, opening the door wider so you can go in. “I almost thought you were going to stand me up, you haven’t texted me all day.”

“Oh shit, yeah. I’m so sorry, Nina was distracting me all day and we were catching up some more.”

“No worries,” he says softly. “You’re here now.”

“That I am,” you rub your hands together with nerves and follow him as he leads you to the couch.

“How was your break?”

“It was good,” you say honestly. “It was nice to be with my family again. Though my mother did not come.”

“Really?” He says with a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“It’s okay. I think it was for the best.”

He nods.

“How was that party your friend took you to?” You ask before you can even think it through. What if he says he met someone?

“It wasn’t half bad actually,” he tells you. “Normally I hate parties or really any event where there’s a ton of people I don’t know, but it wasn’t awful.”

You nod. “I’m glad you could enjoy yourself even if it was just a little.”

He smiles softly. “What about yours?”

You completely forgot until now that you told him you were going to a party. Which you were totally lying about but ended up actually going to one. You can tell your cheeks are burning red. “Yeah, it was nice.”

“Nice?” He questions.

“Okay, it was good until it was kind of awkward. I got a little tipsy then made out with my brother’s old best friend.”

“Oh,” Spencer says.

Oh? What does “oh” mean?

“It didn’t mean anything though,” you say quickly.

“Hey, I mean you can kiss whoever you want. It’s not like we’re dating.”

That sentence hits you like a baseball bat to the gut.

“Right. We’re not dating. And you’ve made it abundantly clear we never will.” You say, turning away from him.

“What?”

You stay silent, still not looking at him.

“We both agreed that this would just be some stupid risk we’re taking-”

“So now it’ stupid?”

“Yeah, Y/n. It is stupid! The whole no strings attached friends with benefits thing is stupid!”

“Well sorry, Doctor, I thought we were enjoying this!”

“I thought we were too. But apparently you’re angry about your own rules.”

“I’m angry because I broke my own rule!”

“What?” He furrows his eyebrows.

This is not how you intended to tell him. You sigh, bouncing your leg. “The most basic rule of this type of relationship is don’t fall for the other person… I broke that.”

His face changes. His eyebrows relax a little and his eyes widen a bit. Spencer’s cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. “Wait… really?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out softly, looking down at the carpet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen, and I definitely didn’t intend to tell you like this. I don’t want to be mad at each other.”

Spencer’s hand cups your cheek gently, forcing you to look at him. He starts to say something, but leans in and presses his lips to yours instead. It’s soft, but passionate.

You relax against him entirely, despite your brain telling you to pull away; you still don’t know how he feels. Your hand rests on his knee.

After a moment, he pulls away, lips swollen. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Really that’s all you have to say?” You say with an almost laugh.

“I’m not really good at saying how I feel, but I’ll try for you. I didn’t want this to just be a casual, no strings attached relationship. I do think those are stupid and hardly work out, especially not for people like us. I agreed because I wanted to get close to you, and I thought that was all you wanted. But I stumbled and fell for you harder along the road. Like the type of fall where you hit your head on gravel, and you’ve got scraped knees and elbows, and everything hurts afterwards.”

You chuckle softly, feeling your heart in your throat. You feel like crying, but you choke it down. “So what now?”

“I just poured my heart out to you, and you ask ‘What now?’” Spencer laughs softly.

“Hey, all you said was that you weren’t mad.”

“Touché, well deserved.”

“But seriously, what do we do now? Do we move on with our lives or-?”

“What? No, of course not!” He says, cutting you off. “I want a real relationship… if you want that too.”

“I do,” you smile softly. “But don’t you think that it’ll make things weird?”

“Things have been weird for months, Y/n.”

You nod, chuckling softly once again. “You’re not wrong there.”

“I’m never wrong.”

“Whatever, genius,” you roll your eyes.

He smiles, bumping your shoulder playfully. “Will you be my girlfriend? Officially.”

“I don’t know,” you tease. “That’s a hard decision.”

“Okay, go home.”

“I’m kidding! Yes, yes I will be your girlfriend.” You grin up at him.

He smiles down at you, kissing you again. “You’re something else.”

“You like it,” you scrunch your nose at him cheekily.

“I suppose.”

You roll your eyes then pull him into you. Your lips find each other’s again, and your hands lock behind his neck. Spencer’s hand trail down to your thigh as he leans you back into the couch. Your tongues graze against each other’s roughly.

Spencer pulls away, drawing out a soft whine from you. “I don’t want to have sex.”

“Oh,” you say. “Okay.”

“Well, I mean it’s not that I don’t want to, but that’s how our last relationship started, and we’re having a clean slate. So tonight could just be I don’t know… am I making sense?”

“You’re making sense,” you assure him, twirling the hair against his neck in your fingers. “I agree.”

“Good,” he smiles. “Good, okay. Um how would you like dinner?”

“Are you cooking?” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“I was thinking takeout, but I can cook for you later this week.”

You sigh, pouting. “I guess that’s fine.”

“Yeah, you guess?” He chuckles, and his smile makes your guts melt all over the couch.

After dinner, the two of you lay in his bed, fingers interlocked as you talk about winter break, the academy, and the BAU.

Earlier your mind was racing about the two different outcomes this night could’ve had. You were worried that either one would’ve ended poorly. But now, laying in this bed next to the guy you’re falling in love with, you can’t possibly imagine how this could go wrong. He’s perfect, this is perfect.

chapter twenty one

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