#and i was like 'okay ill talk to you later' and she just said 'maybe' like girl what

[thurio-edau]

SBG GANG MENTAL ANALYSIS

yup, him for part two. funny thing despite Aiden being my favourite character I'm most excited for the other three posts I'll make, especially the last one. there's a lot to unpack here so

also im writing this with a migraine pls read it-

Part 2: Aiden Clark

ah, yes. the obviously-mentally-ill from the start fan favourite Aiden Clark. let's go.

first, I want to start with something I find really important about his character, what makes him heavily mischaracterized in the fandom. the 'psychopath' cliche.

the terms 'psychopath', 'insane' and 'unstable' are often confused with each other due to media stereotypes, such as Aiden here. one, he is not a psychopath. psychopath literally means a self-centered person who lacks sympathy, affection and care; making them far from most other characters in their franchise. their lack of sympathy/empathy often makes them criminalized, here

disturbing content warning, for an example of a psychopath.

let's take Gressil from Homesick for example since a lot of SBG readers also read Homesick. so, here, Gressil is a perfect example of an actual psychopath. his lack of empathy makes him torment others, he's very self-centered. and when asked why he's doing this? he says he was bored. let's look at Aiden here. what does Aiden do when bored? probably dumb ideas or annoy Tyler. not torturing people for fun. Aiden is just a boy who likes thrills, but he has a sense of empathy, care and justice.

you wanna see a psychopathic Aiden?? the canvas is it

(our local Logan hater is publishing the canvas eps go checc beachy out)

but that's him, not our Aiden. canvas does not equal originals y'all

alright, now since we got that cleared out!! firstly, ADHD.

I think everyone in the fandom is already aware that Aiden is ADHD but I'm still going to talk about it just like Ashlyn's autism. Red has also said that she wrote Aiden with ADHD in mind but hadn't canonically confirmed anyone as neurodivergent. let's start with the main symptoms of ADHD, also known as Attention Decifit and Hyperactivity Disorder.

I know about 5 different ADHD people myself and did some research, it probably won't be extremely accurate since I'm not ADHD myself, but I'll try to do whatever I can. first with the AD part, Attention Decifit.

now as seen, he doesn't exactly have any problems with theorizing itself. but the problem is that his attention just goes away easily.

i mean cmon bro was making memes on the job

he tries to do work, but can't. he has a low attention span which makes him not able to concentrate. he can't keep it up for long, he'll get distracted or bored too easily about things that doesn't interest in specially.

it's just distracting. what his attention is on constantly changes, there's more to that after the ADHD part but we're here for now.

the hyperactivity... it's a lot more apparent. but I should explain the insane-unstable thing before that.

insane means that someone's mental health is not in an okay situation, where it prevents the person from thinking normally, acting rationally, very often found together with delusions. the person is seriously mentally ill where it might count as a disability.

unstable, however, where someone is prone to psychiatric problems, has moodswings etc. they're not exactly the most sane person, but they aren't insane either. Aiden here, obviously falls on the unstable side. maybe just a little bit insane if you squint. this will be brought up later too, but it mixed well with his hyperactivity too.

and as we all know, our boy isn't exactly the most stable person. (sorry for the collages, but since there is a tumblr picture limit i have to keep on collaging. yes i learnt from the last time) his hyperactivity mixes with his unstable mindset which makes him incresingly vulnerable to danger- which he likes. from when the first shift happened, he's been really careless about stuff but it's been all about his love for thrill.

and it irritates Tyler, too.

the main subplot about his character is that he's a person of excitement. guess what? ADHD people like the excitement, they like new things, they like the adrenaline and thrill. now, Aiden's main characteristic of being unstable mixed with ADHD makes him an even more reckless person. another thing mixing with the hyperactivity, is boundaries.

this part will mostly be about Ashlyn since the boundary issue only happens with her.

I talked about this on Ashlyn's side on my Ashlyn analysis, now it's time for Aiden's side.

he's really annoying to her at first. Ashlyn is someone with lots of boundaries, like high walls. and who tries to climb them with his dumbass? Aiden of course.

she kept rejecting his efforts to befriend her for some time, until the night they stole the jeep. then she managed to actually bring the walls down, and accept them all into her life. but damn was she blunt.

felt that honestly

and Aiden understands her that night, too.

Ashlyn was hesistant to hug him, yes, he was aware. but she still did which made him realize she was also trying. i have to tell you, people with ADHD and people with autism either have trouble getting along, or go perfectly well. my ADHD sibling for example, I have to push them away for a lot and tell them to lower their voice. but once they remember my boundaries it actually becomes a normal, even pleasant hangout. which, Aiden realizes and tries to get along with. he tries.

seeing his efforts on her boundaries makes something click in her mind. and she starts to be a lot nicer when they hang out in the arcade.

Aiden eventually learns and remembers what she's like and what she loves to do. he already tried to watch her ballet sessions once -got slammed-, he's been to her room where he remembered the mat from and her fighting makes it obvious. I'm sure he knew he'd get cooked by betting that. but he still did,

because he knew it'd interest her. which he succeeded, he saw her smile again. the arcade day went great until Barron and his gang pulled up, but if we ignore that part it all went well. Aiden started to understand and respect her boundaries.

anyways then Tyler fucking dies

he knows that Ashlyn feels guilty. Aiden wants to comfort her through it, but also do it correctly. without going over any boundaries. which makes him really,

really,

really surprised when she responds.

also including this pannel cause its hilarious

here we see that he's still trying. hell, I'm sure he spent minutes thinking if he should come close physically to help her. that's probably why he just nudged her softly before anything else. he's not used to it, he has to conciously make an effort to not cross said boundaries. keeping his voice lower, try to not be so reckless, not doing anything physically close unless she reciprocates. wow how i wish another someone i knew irl tried that hard instead of blaming it on me cOUGH COUGH COUGH

also other small things to include

he's yapping a lot

he has a comically large amount of puzzles in his backpack for one single trip

and sticks his head into lamps for some reason

but that's just Aiden and his little neurodivergent brain for ya.

now the part I wanted to get to the most.

Borderline Personality Disorder.

first, what is Borderline Personality Disorder?

shortened as BPD, borderline is when someone's mood is inconsistent and swinging. think of it's name; the person's mental state is in the border, in the border line, switching up fastly. the most easily understood and common type is when the person goes from a depression to a happy state. but no matter which state they are in and/or go to, one thing stays the same: it is unstable.

one thing about borderline is that it is frequently mixed with bipolar. however bipolar is a neurodivengercy which means it is what someone is born with and cannot be changed. but borderline is obtained later in life. it usually happens with depression. bipolar is much more random and the episodes last longer in comparison. it may last up to hours, and the person's memory might have trouble remembering their episodes. borderline, on the other hand, is a short-lived mood swing.

now here. here's the catch; people with BPD during mood swings can have reckless behaviour, suicidal thoughts -in his case as far as we know, lowered sense of protecting himself- or a loss of understanding danger. sounds familiar?

borderline's recklessness and dangerousness, sometimes self-destructive acts combines with ADHD's love for thrill and excitement, combined with Aiden's own personality all make up for a great condition of instability.

Aiden's behaviour constantly goes crazy, I think his most frequent mood swing might be his normal self (at least, as normal as he could be) to this more maniac way of acting. I noticed it from his eyes, when he's in a more calm-ish normal state his pupils are a bit more dilated. in the pictures above, you can clearly see that he's still in the episode; filled with the adrenaline, the unstable way of thinking.

but, what causes that? surely a mental illness such as borderline doesn't happen on it's own.

right?

cause it didn't.

it never works that way.

but it can get better.

eventually.

but what happened to him?

personally, as much as a large amounnt of people seems to believe it's something like family abuse I don't think so. maybe neglect, maybe withdrawal, maybe maybe. but we've seen his parents. I don't think they would hurt him like that. I can't put any more pictures, but this is the last part anyway. his parents seem to be kind and gentle, despite that picture in his house. I'm thinking the picture was only for the dramatic effect. his parents said that he used to be really calm and quiet during Lily's birthday, and both Aiden and Ben seem comfortable around them. they were happy taking Ben in too, any kind of abusive parent wouldn't do that at least that's what I believe. also there is that Aiden got serious and concerned when he learnt that their parents were also in the facility, most likely worried for his own as you would have thought.

there was a post that I've been trying to find for like half an hour, I commented on it but I can't find the post now. the person talked about their own theory. if I remember correctly it was that when Aiden was depressive as a child, his parents took him to a thrilling activity like the ones he's been talking about (bungee-jumping, skydiving etc.) and the thrill made him actually get excited. which is why his parents allowed him to go even more reckless, because they are aware of how prone their son could be to the depression.

what happened? let's ignore the parents factor. someone can have a loving family and still be traumatized, someone can be taken care of and still feel abandoned, someone can never have confronted a situation they are terrified of.

one of my theories is that, the loneliness. it must get to a child heavily considering children need to not be left alone, but Aiden was. he didn't have any actual friends since they always moved from one place to another from his parents' business, and they might have not had enough time to make for him (which I believe is bullshitting, every child deserves to be taken some time out for. some people quit their jobs entirely for their child.) and be unaware, and that doesn't change that he was still depressed and alone. his depressive state was seemingly before Ben was taken in. now here one thing with borderline, at least from my experience, is faking actions. smiles, laughs, friendships, conversations... almost as if there's two different lives; one fake, and one real. you keep on switching, you keep on swinging between the sides where you're yourself and where you're just mimicking 'normal human behaviour'.

it starts from faking a happy state during their depression, and by time you're faking it it becomes an automatic adition to your personality. to your mind. once it furthers, it becomes the disorder. Aiden we see is always smiling. it becomes a habit that only breaks sometimes. now, I'm not saying his smile is fake- I think his face is literally just stuck like that. it breaks ever so slightly sometimes. fake it till ya make it yanno? that kind of thing. and when he swings from his calm mood to his borderline-d mood, his pupils get small and his smile gets worse. noticably worse. I'll be rereading the series (AGAIN) and this time look at all the small details since Red loves putting them and I love theorizing so

which, wraps up the Aiden thing! im actually really proud of how i could put my thoughts into text which i never could. i'd love any additions because i love other opinions as well.

and you know what? im glad Ash and Ai are out of the place because the rest are what I'm actually looking forward to >:)

...and i should sleep. really.

(wow sorry yall i finished this hours ago and said 'alright reread to make sure its good before sleep' and fell asleep through it lol sorry for 4 hour delay ig)

(leaving for school rn see yall 8 hours later 🫡)

#sbg #sbgblr #sbg (webtoon) #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #schoolbus graveyard #aiden clark #ashlyn banner #sbg aiden #sbg ashlyn

[amsznn]

can you do a first time with matt? they’re not together yet but really like each other and hang out together a lot kinda vibe. she goes on a date with another guy to get her mind off of matt and when her date tries to take her home with him and have a one night stand, she’s super into it but then freaks out because she doesn’t feel safe and comfortable with the guy. the date kinda gets frustrated with the reader because she “led him on.” so she asks matt to come and pick her up and she breaks down and tells him everything. she explains that she wants that kind of intimacy with someone so bad but she’s embarrassed and has so much trauma that she needs to feel really safe and comfortable with whoever she crosses that line of intimacy with. basically matt asks her if she’s comfortable with him and she asks him to be her first? he’s SO sweet during sex with her, MAJOR praising towards the female and really passionate and intimate. i’m really wanting/envisioning a side of matt during sex that’s very very sweet and comforting, yet a little dominant and sensual at the same time! but definitely gentle with her since it’s her first time and TAKES HIS TIME WITH HER??? like how sweet would that be you know??? BEGGING YOU FOR THIS. 🤍🤍🤍 love your writing :)

NOTHING LIKE YOU - m. sturniolo

warnings: slight cursing, SMUT (don’t read if you’re uncomfortable), p in v, soft dom!matt

A/N: thank you for the request, hopefully i wrote it how you were imagining. again if you want me to fix anything lmk! <3

-

“going somewhere?”

you heard a familiar voice call out behind you. you turned around to see matt, your best friend standing in the doorway as you attempted to zip up the black silk dress you were planning on wearing.

“believe it or not, i am going on a date.” you watched his reaction through your mirror, not sure of what to make of it. but ultimately matt just put on a small smile before making his way towards your figure.

“who’s the lucky guy?” he asked before assisting you in zipping up the dress. you didn’t miss how his hands lingered for more than a few seconds, or how his eyes traveled all the way down your body, admiring you.

you simply shrugged off his question. “ill tell you if it becomes anything serious.” grabbing your purse off your bed side table, you took one final look at your appearance, deeming it was good enough. “i’ll see you later okay? don’t wait up.” you said as you grabbed your house keys.

before you could make your exit, matt swiftly pulled you by the waist, bringing you into a secure hug. “what’s up with you?” you asked amused while circling your arms around his torso.

“call me if you need anything, alright?” matt said while pulling back from the hug, still not ready to let go. maybe your heart stopped for minute, matter of a fact maybe it exploded. from the way matt was looking at you, it was enough to forget about the whole date. but you knew you couldn’t. there was no point on waiting on something that would probably never happen.

“okay matt.” you softly replied before breaking out of his grasp, leaving the house to make your way to your date.

-

so far, your date was going well. to your surprise your date was easy to talk to. he started conversations easily, and listened to you as spoke, which is why it was easy for your mind not to wonder to the brunette you left back at home.

you two had went to a semi-fancy restaurant and were laughing the whole night through. from cracking jokes, to telling one another funny stories, you thought this might just end well for you.

“how about we go back to my place after this?” your date said while paying for his portion of the bill since you insisted on splitting it. you smiled at this while also putting your card down.

“sure, why not?”

-

back at his house things escalated quickly. mere seconds after getting past the front entrance, his hands were all over you.

he held you as you two engaged in a heavy make out session, leading you towards his room, never breaking the contact. your arms unwrapped around his neck before falling back onto his bed. quickly climbing on top of you, he dives down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to your collarbone. you sighed and propped yourself up on your elbows, making yourself more accessible to him.

as his free hand road your dress up, your hands were busy fumbling to get his shirt off, just as eager. he paused for a moment, leaning towards his bedside table to look for a condom. upon finding it, he undid his belt, and pushed his pants and boxers all the way down.

his teeth teared open the condom wrapper, as you watched his every movement. you laid back down, shutting your eyes, trying to brace yourself for what was about to come.

the guy placed his elbows on each side of your head. you could feel the tip slowly prying at your entrance.

shit

shit

shit

“wait, i can’t!” you quickly scooted back to the headboard. the guy looked at you confused, before taking the condom off and pulling his boxers back on.

“what the fuck, you serious?” he asked, eyes scanning your face to see if you were just joking. you adjusted your dress, swinging your legs off the side of the bed. “i’m sorry, im just not ready.” you muttered before finding your panties scattered somewhere on the floor, quickly putting them on you rushed out of the room.

the guy followed suit, yelling accusations at you. “you’re just gonna leave like that!?” he called out after you. you didn’t dare to look back, not even bothering to slip your heels back on, you ran out his house and didn’t stop until you were a couple of blocks down. you collapsed on the sidewalk, quickly pulling out your phone to call your pinned contact.

the phone rang and rang, until finally you could hear matt’s groggy voice on the other side of the phone.

“hey, what’s up?”

“matt, i need you to come get me right now.” you said, trying to compose yourself so he wouldn’t worry. on the other side you listened as matt shuffled around to grab his keys, making his way out the house in an instant.

“i’ll be right there.”

-

matt arrived in less than 15 minutes, since your location was a good distance between his house. he slowed down when he saw you at the side of the road, coming to a complete stop before you fell into the car.

he saw the look on your face. he didn’t need you to tell him, he knew something went wrong.

when you guys made it home, you made your way to matt’s room, not wanting to be alone that night. matt stopped in the kitchen to grab you some snacks before making his way back to your figure laid on the bed.

he shut the door and dimmed the lights, in case they were bothering you. he left the snacks on the table beside your head before laying down next to you.

“wanna talk about it?” matt asked gently. he turned over on his side to face you better. you sighed and ran your palm down your face. tears dropping down the plump of your cheeks. you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“we almost fucked,” you took a deep breath before continuing. “but i freaked out and ruined everything.” your eyes continued to water before you turned to face matt.

“what’s wrong with me?” your voice broke matt’s heart. to him there was absolutely nothing wrong with you. to him you were perfect, there was nothing that compared to you.

“hey, hey, hey” matt gently caressed your face while wiping your tears with his thumb. “there’s nothing wrong with being scared y/n. you don’t have to be ready right now.”

you let out another frustrated sigh. “but i am ready matt. he just..wasn’t the one i guess.” matt pulled his hand away from your face before looking into your eyes.

“then who is?”

your heart skipped another beat, or maybe two. he’s been right in front of you this whole time. the one you wanted, the one you needed. it was matt.

you shifted on your side before your hand made its way to matt’s neck. you watched his expression, for any sort of discomfort before connecting his lips with yours.

although the feeling of your lips on his brought matt to euphoria, he couldnt bring himself to do this while you were in a state of vulnerability, causing matt to back away from the kiss.

“y/n, are you sure about this?”

“yes matt, im really sure.”

matt smiled before pulling you in for another kiss, instead this one was more passionate, and desperate. your bottom lip hung open as matt took this as an invitation to push his tongue past the entrance. the atmosphere in the room only got thicker as matt shifted his body on top of you. you could feel the bulge in his pants rub against your core which made you whimper into the kiss.

“matt..please.” you gasped into the kiss.

“there’s no rush, baby. it’s just me and you.”

matt’s hands made their way down your body, reaching behind you back to undo the dress and reveal your breast out in display for him. matt dipped down, kissing all along the area, but purposely dodging the place you needed him most.

as matt’s hands went further, you could feel them just above your core. he could feel how wet you were through your panties. he made work to take them off, causing you to shiver from the exposure. you pulled at the hem of matt’s shirt, practically begging him to take it off. he complied, while also pushing his sweatpants, and boxers off. you couldn’t help but tense up, and do the same as before and lay back down to brace yourself.

matt grabbed a condom from his drawer, tearing it open and rolling it down his length. he could sense how tense you were. he gently placed his hand on your waist while looking into your eyes, trying to ease any of your worries away.

“i’ll go slow okay? tell me if you wanna stop.”

you whispered an ‘okay’ in approval. matt lined himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing in. your knuckles almost turned white with how much you were gripping the sheets to the new burning sensation.

“it’s okay angel, i got you.” matt reassured while caressing your face in hopes to calm you down.

matt groaned until he completely bottomed out. staying in place so you could adjust.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” matt breathed out.

you shivered at his words before taking a deep breath before telling matt he could move.

his thrusts were slow, but deep. enough to make you feel every inch of him.

“matt, can you go a bit faster?” you breathed out. matt nodded before propping himself up on his arms, making the snapping of his hips faster.

“oh god, matt!” you moaned out at the newfound pace. you mind was clouded with pleasure and the with the brunette in front of you. you reached up to push matt back down by his neck so your lips could clash against each other once again.

matt moaned against your lips, the clenching off your walls around him was enough to make him explode right then and there.

“you’re doing so good for me, angel.” matt whispered above your ear.

you whimpered, the combination of matt’s pace and the feeling of his lips peppering soft kisses all around caused your head to spin.

“matt, im gonna..” you could barely finished your sentence before matt’s free hand made it’s way to your clit, rubbing circles helping you chase your own high.

“go ahead baby, im right here.” matt mumbled, talking you through your orgasm.

“matt!” you cried out as you felt the knot in your stomach burst, leaving you a shaking mess as matt, also came undone, moaning your name as he rode out his high as well.

“fuck.” matt muttered before pulling out, which earned a shiver from you, still sensitive. matt made his way to the bathroom to clean himself off before coming back in his black sweatpants and a fresh towel for you. he gently cleaned you up, careful as he knew any sudden movement could cause you discomfort. you sat up before grabbing a clean set of matt’s boxers, and one of his sweatpants before collapsing back into bed.

matt did the same, pulling the covers over you two. his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you in closer. “are you okay?” he asked while peppering kisses along your neck.

“i’m amazing.” you chuckled while playing with the hand that held your waste.

“yeah, you really are.”

-

A/N: yall i………..i have no words, i dont usually write smut, I’ve probably written it like once but i decided to try smth new ig. I WAS GIGGLING THE WHOLE TIME. also message me if you wanna be moots, need some more. (need matt rn)

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #matt x reader #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fluff #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic

[eveningepiphany]

welcome to the final show | H.S oneshot

my masterlist!

summary: you take a beautiful sign to the final show and have the sweetest interaction with harry. then somehow bump into him in italy 2 days later.

warnings: nothing but fluff, and a few little mentions of how he saved your life!

a/n: i am so fucking proud of h. i want to give him a hug more than anything. this is for all my lovelies who love hslot so fckn much it makes them ill.

also this is such an unrealistic oneshot but like that’s just the way for it ig

———

There’s a certain type of atmosphere that comes around once and a while. It’s rare.

It’s one that no matter how many photos or videos you take, you can’t capture it. One that no word has enough emotional range behind it to convey the feeling it opens up in you.

That is the only way to get close to even describe standing where you are.

You can’t lie, you had waited hours upon hours in the Italian sun just to feel the warm metal of the barricade underneath your palms.

You’d waited years just to get here in general.

When you turn your head to look behind you, you see tens of thousands of people there. Going from visible, overwhelmingly happy faces to a sea of tiny dots.

But you’re here. At the front.

You smile because you made it. This has, albeit dramatic, been a home to you over the past 2 years.

A creature comfort. One you followed every step of the way. And somehow you can’t believe you made it here, and neither would the girl back 18 months ago watching a pixelated Instagram livestream.

Standing in your outift, which took more rhinestones and glitter than you could ever have kept track of.

But you shined under the sun like a mirrorball, so it all felt worth it. Even though you swear there’s still glue stuck under your nails.

Your friends around you shared water, staying hydrated as the show starting neared. Wetleg had already preformed their final set. And tears had been randomly springing on you all day.

You heard the power in the crowd as they sung the prelude songs, goosebumps dotting over your body as you realise he’s probably able to hear it now.

Soon enough he’ll be looking at it. In all of its 100,000 people glory.

“You okay lovely?” Sofia, an Italian girl you’d met in the line checked in on you.

You nodded with a heartfelt smile. The whole experience was so bittersweet. Full of lasts.

“I’m okay. Just so so proud.” You nodded and she softly chuckles.

Her outfit was an electric blue that contrasted her tan skin, “I have some granola bars in my bag if you’re hungry? You should eat, we’ve been standing in the heat all day.”

Your best friend from your other side peered over, drawn back into conversation after being lost in the magic of the crowd surrounding her.

“On cry number— let me guess— 24 of the day?” She said it teasingly.

“Saying that as if you don’t already have mascara stains half down your face.” You grumble back jokingly, leaning your head back to look at the pastel blue sky.

You turned back to Sofia, “We’ll save them for after, maybe lay down on the ground and eat them or something.”

You only said no because you felt like you could probably be sick right now.

“Amore sciocco, troppo testardo il tuo bene, mio dio.” She mutters under her breath with a laugh, shaking her head at you disapprovingly.

“Trash talking her again in Spanish. God I wish I knew how to speak it.” You elbow your best friend at her quip.

You could stay in this moment forever.

As Bohemian Rhapsody begins playing you watch the sun go down, and in this very moment, It is your forever.

You live and breathe every second of it. All the way into peace piece, and as you’re gripping the girls around you for dear life as the lights start to dim along with the setting sun.

Harry coming has the arena screaming so loud it would have been heard for miles. He looks beautiful.

Like a shiny star up on stage. Blowing kisses and sending thank you’s to as many areas of the crowd be possibly could.

Mouthing words in Italian, causing Sofia to almost pass out beside you she screeched that hard the first time he did it.

And him counting in Golden with their language, speaking proudly into the mic— “Uno, due— uno, due, tres!”

“HES— WHAT THE FUCK!!” You’re laughing, holding her hand as she shouts frantically.

Songs bleed into one after another, going on your part from embarrassing screaming and dancing onto equally embarrassing crying.

The overwhelming feeling of seeing him so close— so damn close you can see each individual sequin on his silver outfit when his on the main stage at his mic stand in the centre.

You don’t even realise he’s doing a sign reading interlude until Sofia hands you yours from where it leant on the bottom of the barricade at your feet.

You were enamoured by him.

Taking the sign, your hands shook a little as he was on the main stage. Right in front of you.

His eyes are scanning the crowd, glancing over some signs and smiling.

“We have a choice tonight,” he begins, voice echoing through the speakers.

“we can either move quickly through signs, in which case, we’ll be able to give you some more songs!” An array of screams come from everyone, and you feel sick just at the prospect he was suggesting. The fact he could pull out any song.

He chuckles, walking further towards the area of the pit where you are, “Just an idea, just an idea!”

You’re pretty sure the girls are yelling something about him walking over, but you’re stunned at what’s happening overall, and you can’t even process what they’re saying.

But contradictory to what he’d just said. He stops a moment.

From his perspective, he saw a handful of very bright colours in the front of the crowd. One holding up an equally eye catching sign.

But he takes a moment to blink, focus in on the person holding it.

This girl has her eyes locked dead onto him, like as if he moves an inch— something could implode at any moment. Yet it somehow comes across in a flattering way.

And then he reads the sign.

‘you saved me. i cant thank you enough for that. BTW…’

His heart immediately pangs. Already too emotional at this whole event to be reading a sign like that.

You are in shock. Because he certainly just made eye contact with you and he’s been staring at your sign for a few good seconds.

“Can— wait can you turn that for me, love?” His voice falters a little.

As if Harry Styles just asked you to do something, you move with a haste you never had.

However you misinterpreted his question, turning the sign clockwise like as if it was upside down. Feeling a little embarrassed in yourself that it was around the wrong way.

He chuckles into the mic, causing a small uproar at the softness of it.

“Wrong way, it has B-T-W on it so I’m assuming there’s more on the back.”

“Oh, god— sorry!” You shout out to him, it sounding a little shaky, and you can’t lie that tears were threatening to spill from your eyes.

You had waited so fucking long to have a chance to tell him that he genuinely saved your life. And you’re finally doing it.

Also spinning the sign so the back of it is facing him, and his eyes flit gently over it too.

‘you have by far the prettiest smile ever.’ It reads, with a few large red hearts around it, decorated with glitter and rhinestones.

A dimple pops out on his cheek and he covers his mouth with a hand, flattered as ever.

“Why thank you.” He does a little bow as well, and you’re laughing out of shock. You’re interacting with him right now.

He straightens up, “I’m flattered as ever.” Prodding one of his dimples as he shows off just how pretty his smile is.

“And thank you for coming, it means everything to me.” He flushes a little, laughing at himself and your still starstruck reaction.

“You are stronger than you probably think. What’s your name?”

A tear breaks past your waterline, and you call out, “Y/N!”

Both girls at your side are clutching you like no tomorrow, and Harry takes his in-ear out to hear you better.

You call it out again, he makes only one off guess before he gets it. And your name rolling off his accent tongue makes your stomach flip.

“Y/N? That’s right— well that was a pretty good record for name guessing—“ he laughs, walking over as close as he can to the edge of the stage.

He holds the mic up to his mouth, “make some noise for Y/N everyone!”

You are in complete shock as you hear the whole arena cheer and holler for you, and Harry has this wholesome feeling of adoration wash over him as he sees your reaction.

The tears slipping down your pink cheeks. If he could, he honestly would go down there and wipe them off.

Not something he often find himself thinking. Yet here he is.

“Thank you for coming Y/N. What do you say we do some more songs?” He asks, smiling at the shocked raise of your brows.

“Yes, please.” You enthusiastically reply.

“Alright, you heard her. More songs it is!”

And so the show continues on. The second he breaks eye contact and moves away, a sob tears out of you.

You can’t believe that just happened. And the fact the rest of the show— unless you’re delusional, and making this up in your head— he lingers anytime he’s going past where you are. Catching your eyes, and smiling a little wider.

And you’re absolutely a wreck at the speech he makes, even though Sofia has to translate every word that leaves his mouth.

But if that nearly killed you, the piano ballad was honestly your final straw.

You cried so hard you couldn’t see the fucking stage at one point. And you wish you could say you were embarrassed for him to see you as he did one last round of goodbyes. But you couldn’t.

It was all your love and appreciation for him, poured out of you through the tears streaming down your face.

To your disbelief, he stops in front of you again, blowing a kiss to your friends and then one to you.

Bending down a little further to look at you, lips starting to move— from what your could hardly hear, and mostly got from reading his lips, he said ‘thank you, I love you.”

You blow a kiss back.

And before you know it, the show has ended. And there’s this full, yet hollow feeling inside of you.

Like you’re not sure how to feel. You miss him already, but that was by far the most amazing experience of your life.

You’re overwhelmed, with love and gratitude. And you, Sofia and your best friend end up doing what you’d proposed earlier before the show.

Eating chocolate granola bars with your back up against the barricade, tears still falling from your eyes.

———

Post love on tour depression is a real thing.

There is no normal explanation for having to force yourself to get up to have an amazing brunch in Italy of all places.

But 2 days after the show day, you’re doing just that. Dressing in a nice summer outfit at the very least, and taking your LOT bag with you.

The streets aren’t too busy considering it’s midday, and you make your way through them peacefully. Stoping to peak into stores, or take photos of little things you like every now and again.

And all your adventuring leads you to a beautiful little corner-cafe. One that the second you step foot into, you are comforted by its cozy feel & strong aroma of coffee.

The building itself had all its historic bones, but had been modernised. Fitted with sleek wooden floors and new furniture. Walls painted a crisp white to brighten up the already light filled room.

You find the menu hanging above where the counter is, on large pretty chalkboards.

You’re mulling over what to get when you hear a voice from beside you.

It causes you to jump a little at it’s unexpectedness, “I like your bag.”

It’s said with the tone that you can tell someone is smiling. And you turn to greet the person who had just spoken to you.

That’s when you’re met with a sight that knocks the wind from you.

Beside you— standing tall, with his tousled brown curls and rolled up linen long-sleeve is quite literally the man you saw on stage 2 nights ago.

“Oh my god—“ you jump a little at the realisation, it hitting you like a train within seconds. But you’re trying to keep you voice down, as to not cause some kind of scene.

He laughs at your stunned reaction, the way your ringed hand goes over your mouth. It’s a reaction he’s accustomed to. But the way your pretty features portray the expression has him all the more intrigued.

He does his classic introduction, “Hi, love. I’m harry.” Sticking his hand out, smiling. Like as if you didn’t know.

“I— well I did notice that.” You rush out in a nervous laugh. Glancing around looking for some kind of film camera, gauging if this is a set up and not a coincidence.

You’re left realising it’s just the two of you, and some older guy with a newspaper a few metres away at a window seat.

But no one with a camera or phone out filming this interaction.

You shake his hand after a moment of hesitation, telling yourself mentally you’re not going to cry as your relish the feeling of his calloused fingertips against the base of your wrist.

“Hi…” You flush profusely.

“What are you ordering?” He smiles at you, and your eyes are so obviously darting over his every feature.

Which you feel like you couldn’t stop from happening when he’s this close, and you’re able to fully see the plains of his beautiful face.

The structure of his jawline— that’s dotted with a light stubble—his cupids bow lips, the definition in his cheekbones. And fuck his eyes.

That are very intensely locked onto yours…

“Oh. I’m sorry. I…” you fumble for words a little, “probably like a tea. That’s usually my go to.”

He nods, “let me get it for you, please. How do you have it?”

“No, no. It’s okay, you don’t need to do that.” You insist immediately, because even though the gestures small, it feels like too much.

“Y/N.” He tuts gently.

“Weird that you remember that.” You think aloud, unable to filter the shock at the fact he just said your name. Even though the show was only 2 days ago, when he learnt it.

“Of course I do. You had quite the sign. I won’t lie, it made me tear up a bit.” He laughs, pushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.

“Well, It was true. Not to be cheesy or anything, but your music genuinely means everything to me.” You say carefully. Not wanting to come across as weird.

“And love on tour was one of the best experiences of my life. So… thank you for that.”

“Thank you.” He smiled at your shyness. And you recall the fact you told him he had a pretty smile.

Prettiest smile. The fact he knows you think that?

You wonder if he’s thought the same thing at all in the last 5 minutes.

“Your support means as much to me. Wouldn’t be able t’do what I do if it weren’t for people like you.”

“Now, how you have your tea?” He reiterates, asking for an answer, not for another polite declination.

“I— okay. Since it’s clear you’re not going to take no for an answer.” You sigh. Corners of your mouth upturning anyway at his stubborn ways.

You rattle off how you have it, and he nods, mentally noting it down like this is going to be a regular occurrence.

He walks over to the counter and you shuffle over to the side that you’ll pick up the order from. Watching carefully as he goes up, you take in his much more causal appearance to the usual extravagance of the outfits he adorns on stage.

Hes got a pair of denim shorts on—strong legs on display— paired with a white longsleeve that’s rolled up his fore arms.

You avert your gaze to the older Italian man at the register, clueless to who he is serving.

Until a younger girl, say 15, walks from the back room and does the biggest double take youve ever witnessed.

Harry has to be used to it, because there was no way anyone could miss that.

You’re feeling like you’re in a parallel universe. Because Harry is just casually strolling back over to you, like you’ve known each other for more than a total of two, 5 minute interactions.

You take a breath, reminding yourself simply that he is a human. Just like you are. He wakes up in the morning, has bad days and good days, has habits and routines he follows— just like anyone else.

You keep this in consideration as you open your mouth to speak, “Thank you for doing that. How have you been?”

He smiles at your shy tone, a tiny wholesome feeling bubbling up at your question.

“I’m good, honestly. It’s been a big start to the year. I’m excited to take some time off even though wrapping it up the other night was really hard.” He nods, eyes casually trailing the man who was making the drinks.

“If it makes any difference, I was sobbing like a baby at pretty much every point of the show.” You laughed.

“I did see your very tear stained cheeks.” He shocks himself little with his continuation,

“Would’ve jumped down and given you a hug if I had the bloody time.” And he smiles with gratification as you mask your shocked reaction as much as possible. However, tiny little micro-movements in your face were still popping through. “I went a little overtime with the speech.”

Just human to human. You drew a tiny breath through your nose, “Which was great by the way. I mean my friend had to translate the whole thing, but was also another tear jerker.”

He goes to say something else, interrupted by the call of his name from the counter.

In which he collects the drinks from the lovely man, smiling at him with a warm thank you before turning to come back to you.

“Here you go, darling.” He hands over yours, and his green eyes look bright as ever.

The darling makes your stomach flip. He’s British, they use pet names like this in passing conversation often. But fuck if you didn’t know any better you’d think there was a chance he was flirting with you.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.” You repeat.

“You have a different accent, you’re not from Italy no?” He interjects and you’re a little confused at the sudden change of topic.

“No I’m not from here…?” you laugh.

“So you’ve travelled all this way to come see me I’m assuming, the least I can do is buy you a tea. Think of it as a thank you.”

He tests the waters a little further, “i don’t usually stay in cafes for overly long but, if you have time to sit for a bit…”

“You continue to amaze me.” You chuckle, slowly following behind him as he pulls up a chair, back to the window.

“You also made me a very flattering sign. So im just being courteous, as a way to return the favour.” He smirks almost. And you’re honestly not strong enough to endure this.

“And that little piano thing you did? Is this compensation for my mental health?” You hold the cup up and he lets out a surprised laugh at your gentle quip.

“Yes, I’ve heard word that it came across as emotional as I’d intended.”

“You could hear a pin drop in the whole arena.” You nodded, taking a sip of the tea he’d bought you.

“I was so worried I was gonna fuck it up somehow.” He shakes his head, hand running through his hair as though he was anxious just at the thought.

“It sounded amazing, Harry. Made me feel a lot how fine line did when I first listened to it.”

He looks sincere with gratitude as you talk. And it stays that way as he continues on conversation with you.

You know heaps about him— you’re a fangirl that’s practically your job— yet he doesn’t know anything about you. Leaving him curious about many aspects of your life, and also with plenty of questions. Ones he really can’t believe he is even asking given you’re a fan, and he’s never actually done this before.

Whatever this is, because it felt a lot like a first date. With the way he asked where you were from, who you came to Italy with, where you grew up.

The whole lot. Your drinks both long since finished, but the questions still flowing between you two. Like there was never enough information to be learned.

He was interrupted by a call, and it almost popped this little bubble you’d made around yourselves.

Which possibly wasn’t a bad thing for him. But it served as a reality check for you.

You’re still just a fan at the end of the day. Even though your not sure how that term stands after he knows about your favourite foods, or childhood stories from your younger years. Because you feel like now that he knows that, the dynamic feels different to you.

But most of all you dreaded the fact you had to say goodbye again. But now you have to say it knowing that he walks away from this knowing things personal to you.

You realise he’s on the phone to his mum as he talks, “Yea, tell Gem to grab them anyway… I’ll be back soonish.”

He glances up at your after a moment of brief silence, “I’m just out with a friend of mine I… bumped into. So I’ll see you soon, okay?”

A friend of his?

“Alright, bye, I love you.”

And just like that the phone hung up.

“I’m feeling very special at my label. A friend of yours.” You laugh, but not lying whatsoever.

“Was m’mum. We’re having a late lunch at her BNB.” He explained, and the fact he didn’t object his choice of wording meant even more to you than anything.

You stare at him a moment, both mutually realising that this moment was seemingly going to have to end at some point.

“I don’t often do things like this.” He shrugs, watching your eyes train on random objects around the room as you get lost in thought.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Never sat down with a fan and just had a drink. It was lovely, thank you for being so polite.” He smiles again at you.

It surprised him just how far he went with it. But you had this gentle aura about you. He knew of all people, you were safe to share this private slice of himself with.

“Thank you for buying my drink… to have spent this time talking, it— well it meant a lot to me.”

“I would give you my number if my manager wouldn’t kill me.”

As stated, he continues to surprise himself just how far he’s going.

Your brain stalls at his comment.

“You could just have mine? Buy a burner phone and text me off it.” You make the first suggestion that comes to mind and he barks out a laugh.

“Could just reaffirm that you weren’t going to sell my number off to fans on Twitter?”

“Ah, that could also work too.” You nod, raising your brows.

He pulls his phone from his pocket, and your heart genuinely palpitates. Because how the fuck had you managed this.

“Gimmie yours, if you’d like?” He slides it over, and you feel like you’re picking up something with more value than just a phone. I mean it’s Harry Styles’ phone of all things.

You begin to type it in, glancing up as his gaze is trained on you, “how many numbers of fans do you have banked up in here?”

He rolls his eyes at your tease, still smiling, “I’ll have you know you’ll be the first. If my mums counts though, then only two.”

“I just…” he pauses, pursing his lips as he looks for the right words, “knew I’d regret it if I didn’t have a way to get in touch with you. I’d say we’ve got a lot in common and it’s always nice to meet new people. And I don’t want to be thinking later ‘wow, she was lovely, wish I could have kept in touch’. Y’know?”

You send yourself a text, just a simple ‘:)’ so it saves in his recent messages. “Well, I suppose I’d be a little sad too. Probably start sending emails to your manager trying to find a way to get in touch again.”

He laughs at this, standing up from his chair and pocketing his phone in his shorts once you hand it back to him.

You also rise from the table, watching his movements keenly.

“Makes this part less sad.” He says, in reference to the impending goodbye, “I’m not leaving Italy for a little bit though, and if you’re sticking around as well, maybe I can buy your more cups of tea— to make you feel even more guilty about it, of course.”

You let out a soft chuckle, “Yea, I’m not leaving for a little while…”

He walks to your side of the table, not hesitating to pull you into a hug that leaves you winded.

You freeze a millisecond before jumping to embrace it. Enjoying the gentle yet strong feeling of his body holding yours. And the way his hands are ever-so-slightly caressing your lower back.

“Thanks for hanging out, alright? Don’t be shy to message me.” He murmurs into your hair.

“I— okay. I won’t. Thank you, Harry.” You smile into the crook of his neck.

He gives a final squeeze before pulling back. Fighting the internal urge to press a little kiss to your temple.

“I’ll see you around, hopefully. Bye Y/N.” He gives you a final smile before waving goodbye, and heading out the cafe.

Your head is reeling as he exits. Unsure if you just imagined that whole thing. You needed someone to pinch you, because as far as your concerned that whole interaction was something you dreamed up.

You check your phone to see the time.

1:53pm

1 new notification

Unknown Number | :)

So that actually did just happen.

———

To reaffirm that you weren’t the only person in the world to witness what happened today, you see a tweet reposted on an update account that reads,

so, i just saw harry styles in the cafe i work at, and he sat down and drank a tea with someone he talked to at a show. not naming the interaction for privacy but like… what the fuck?

And secretly you smile. Maybe this is something you’ll keep to yourself for a bit. Like he’s a new secret friend of yours.

———

part two!!

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #fanfiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles oneshot #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles writing #fanfic #harry styles smut #famous harry #fan! y/n #fangirl! y/n #italyrry #he’s so cute

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

What Do You Call Perfect? - LN

Request: Hellooo, i hope you are doing amazing, i love how you write so fucking much, you are extremely talented and I love you so so much ♡.

so can a make an anonymous request, it's totally OK if you don't like it or just simply don't want to write it... so the request is that reader is dating lando and she's been feeling kinda insecure lately bcos she's chubby, and some things happen that lando just makes her feel worse on accident, but he ends up finding out and make her feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

A very angsty hurt/ comfort request, and maybe it's me projecting, and like I said if you are not it to it it's totally fine if you don't write it, ok live you bye!!! ♡

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First of all, thank you so much for the compliments. Will probably never get used to someone saying they love the fics that much. I hope I do this justice <3

The gif has no context to the fic, I just think he looks so pretty.

Y/n has dealt with the fact that she's chubby. But life is hard when it comes to life as Lando's girlfriend or as an F1 WAG.

Being chubby is not really on most driver's agenda's for their girlfriends. Not that they hold it against her when she does interact with her and no one would say anything. At least not to her face.

Lando's has never mentioned her weight. In fact he seems to make the effort to make sure she understands how beautiful he thinks she is.

However, even when something isn't meant with ill intention. An insecure mind can twist an innocent comment into feeling like the worst possible judgement.

"Hey, baby. Do you want to hit the gym with me?" Lando asks as he appears from their bedroom and she looks up from her phone. "Just rather than lying round. Figured you would want something to do."

Y/n feels her insides twist enough for her to feel almost sick.

"Uh, yeah. Should really probably work off that pizza from last night." Y/n states trying to make it sound like a joke and thankfully he seems to buy it as he laughs along with her. "I'll just change dead quick."

He doesn't see the tears gathering in her eyes as she walks into their bedroom and begins digging through her clothes for some stuff to work out in. She pulls on the tight clothes, refusing to even glance at herself in the full body mirror as she passes it because then she might just cry.

Seeing what Lando sees is not what she needs right now. Especially with him literally suggesting she go to the gym.

"Alright, let's go." Y/n plastering a smile on her face while Lando smiles brightly back at her.

-

Y/n knows resorting to a trainer for help is maybe not always her best choice of decision.

She knows for certain she can't resort to Jon, the man will tell Lando the moment she leaves the conversation. Hell he might even just text Lando mid-conversation to inform the McLaren driver.

So she does what anyone would do.

So instead she turns to what may be a surprising choice. But she asks Carlos' trainer if he might be willing to help her with building a diet and workout that can really make a difference for her.

Admittedly, she leaves the chat with Rupert feeling even worse about herself. Realising how strict she'd have to be with herself, she's not exactly thrilled. But equally, she's realising how unhealthy her lifestyle looks in comparison.

Despite her efforts to be sneaky and get around Lando knowing what was happening. Rupert told Carlos, who obviously informed Lando.

"Baby, can we talk?" Lando asks when tracking her down and finding her with Alex and Lily, laughing about something. "Now."

"O-Okay. Yeah, see you guys later."

Lando isn't really angry at y/n. He's angry at the situation, he's angry she went to another trainer, he's angry that she asked for the strictest diet and workout that Rupert thought she could pick up and start to push herself to do.

His hand is linked to her's purely so he can partially drag her to a private space with no audience and a wall to put between them and any other ears to make gossip.

"I-Is there something wrong?"

Y/n has seen Lando angry, but it's never been directed at her.

"Why do you want to go into extreme dieting and working out up to 6 hours a day?" Lando asks cutting straight to the point and honestly he sees y/n pale making him sigh and try to calm himself down because he knows she's not going to feel happy to talk about it with him if he's mad. "Baby, I'm not mad at you...I want to know why you are going to Carlos' trainer of all people to ask for advice on completely changing your entire lifestyle."

Y/n tries to keep clam. She is not going to cry, she's not going to hyperventilate and tries to just completely calm herself down.

Lando's softened stance does successfully make her control her emotions a little before he gently grips her bicep and rubs it.

"What is it?"

"I don't fit in here, Lan...I'm chubby, I've been gaining weight and I know you've noticed because..."

"Because?"

"You keep inviting me to the gym and you never did that before." Y/n murmurs making Lando feel almost ready to throw himself out a window as punishment for being the cause for his girlfriend's insecurities.

"Baby...Baby...I'm...Fuck sake." Lando rambles, really at a loss for words of how to articulate that wasn't his intention but regardless of whether it was. It was the outcome and how it felt for her, so really no explanation or denial of that being the case is the truth. "I didn't invite you because I think you need to work out. I invited you because it's extra time that I get with you...if you just came and sat in the gym and are there so I can talk to you. I didn't know you had gained weight, not that it even matters anyway. But if you do feel like it's important to you that you do lose any weight, please just come talk to me. But going to another trainer and asking or the quickest method to lose weight without it being considered a problem isn't how to do that."

"Ok." Y/n murmurs hating that her boyfriend even has to say this. Because really it's not fair on Lando to have to point out the flaws in her plan. "I want to look like someone who actually deserves you."

Lando sheds tears for very few reasons. He doesn't remember the last time he knows for certain he cried other than Russia 2021 (but we don't talk or even think about that). But that statement, the fact she would ever even think that.

"Y/n...You don't have to look any sort of way, you don't...you deserve me more than I deserve you. Fucking hell." Lando states shaking his head before he sighs, jumping a little when her hand comes up to wipe a tear but he sighs moving his hand up to cover her own, keeping it on her cheek. "I don't want you to change the way you are because of me. That's not ok."

Y/n blinks a couple times trying to force back her own tears before Lando pulls her forward properly into an embrace with her face nuzzling into his chest.

"I'm sorry. Really. I'm sorry." Y/n hiccups falling apart in Lando's hold as he lets out a sigh resting his chin on top of her head.

"You don't need to be sorry. I just...I want you to take care of yourself and I want to be able to know when I need to pick up the slack because you're not feeling good. You're perfect to me, no matter what and I will reinforce that if I have to because you don't feel "

"Ok."

He rubs at her back just waiting for her to slowly calm down.

"And for the record I think you are the most beautiful woman alive. Even when you decide to wear that old Rolling Stones t-shirt that likes like 10 sizes too big." Lando smiles making her look up finally laughing a little which settles the uneasy feeling in his chest.

"Don't diss the t-shirt. It's one of my most comfortable tops."

"Mhmmm...well at least you don't bring it with us when we travel. I prefer seeing what you hide underneath it anyway." Lando states earning an eye roll. "If we had time now then I'd ask to see what you're hiding from me now. But it's going to have to wait, I promised Andrea once I found and spoke to you. Then I'd go on the track walk."

"Can I come?"

"I would love it if you did. Give me more time with you." Lando nods before pausing. "If you do decide that you still want to lose weight, which you really don't need to because it's really not important, but if you do. Then talk to Jon, please? At least then I can rest knowing it's someone I'd trust with my life and that knows you well enough and is around you enough to be able to properly make you a diet and regime that is realistic and manageable for you."

"Ok. I'll...put a bit more thought into what I want and talk to Jon." Y/n promises since she gets why Lando would rather she speak to his trainer who he easily trusts with his life and his entire career really.

Obviously it hasn't wiped out every insecurity that she's got, but Lando will keep a closer eye on her when it comes to this stuff and at least now he knows there's something of a problem in her head even if it was something he just didn't notice.

#f1 #fanfic #formula 1 #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando #norris #lando norris one shot #lando norris x you #lando norris fluff #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fic #lando norris mclaren #ln4 fluff #ln4 x reader #ln4 fic #ln4 imagine #ln4 x you #mclaren f1 #mclaren #ln4 fanfic #ln4 x y/n #ln4 one shot #ln4 #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren racing #formula one

[iiseor]

☆ gloomchair2010 ☆

synopsis: ellie adds you in a chat room after a mutual game. IB

cw: AU, kind of loser!nerd!ellie x popular!reader except reader is like a loser in the online world and popular irl while ellie is the opposite; make sense?? Semi stalker!ellie. This is part 1..if this does good ill continue !

ⓘ new friend request: @gloomchair2010

accepted ! reject

Gloomychair2010 has joined the chat

@gloomchair2010: hey :D

@ynspeaks: hey..?

@ynspeaks: do i know you?

@gloomychair2010: lol.. dont think so ! but we just played random duos together :)

@gloomychair2010: good game and all, just wanted to see if you needed help figuring out how to work your weapons and stuff so next time you dont die so quickly xD

@ynspeaks: haha right, i just realized your username... thank you, and i dont really play often... but you can help if you'd like :)

@gloomychair2010: really??? Would've thought you were a pro the way you stood there and let that guy shoot you in open space !

@ynspeaks: omg >< was i really that bad?

@gloomychair2010: maybe just a little ....

@gloomychair2010: nothing a little mentoring cant fix... whenever you have the time.

@ynspeaks: sounds fun :D I'm down

@ynspeaks: i like your display name btw !!!! it's so cool

@ynspeaks: what does it mean?

@gloomychair2010: you don't know ?

@ynspeaks: should i ? :(

@gloomychair2010: haha thought you would, it's a metaphor to a pretty popular game.

@ynspeaks: ohhhhhhh

@ynspeaks: i dont know much about this stuff story :<

@ynspeaks: kinda just getting into it, needed a distraction :]

@gloomychairs2010: oh....? Really??

@glooomychairs2010: something wrong?

@ynspeaks: nothing big... just life you know?

@gloomychair2010: sorry to hear that :(

@gloomychair2010: maybe you should try playing musical chairs, it'll make you happier

@ynspeaks: ??????????

@gloomychairs2010: gaming reference, sorry

@ynspeaks: sorry LOL , ill learn eventually :]

@ynspeaks: my moms going to call me for dinner soon so ill have to go, but it was nice talking to you. A good distraction so far :D

@ynspeaks: Im y/n btw... if you didn't read my user!

@gloomychairs2010: oh right it's getting pretty late

She said knowing she stays on the game way past midnight.... every night

@gloomychairs2010: oh and I'm ellie... in all honesty i didnt read ur name xD

@ynspeaks: it's okay!! you were too busy trying to save me from dying LOL

@ynspeaks: Nice to meet you ellie :3 chat later!!

@gloomychairs2006: nice to meet you too y/n :^)

*ynspeaks has left the chat*

*gloomychair2006 has left the chat*

After your chat ended, ellie found herself reminiscing about the conversation between you two. Though the conversation was extremely short, there was something so intriguing about you that she could somehow feel through the screen.

and that night, instead of staying up till 4am playing video games, she decided to take all technology based skills she obtained over the years, and utilize them in a deep dive internet search on you and who exactly @ynspeaks really was.

#🫧 sena #ellie x fem!reader #ellie x dina #ellie x abby #ellie the last of us #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby tlou #ellie x reader #abby x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #tlou #joel and ellie #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x y/n #ellie tlou #loser!ellie

[ayeyolooo]

Memory lane

This is part 2 part one is here!

Please excuse any grammatical errors 😥!

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"MAN ION LIKE BOYS BUT who was that fine ass boy you was talking to at the mall yesterday n/n?" London asked. "Oh he's someone from middle school." You shrugged and smiled.

"One of them kids that made you leave?" You nodded. You clacked your nails together as london mugged you. "No no he was the one who made them stop." You said defending armin.

"Ohhh okay." She said. "I'm happy that you found someone my love." She said smiling and wrapping you into a hug. Paris was sleeping cuddling with your dog kody who was also sleeping.

"I wanna see how they look now." You mumbled and laid on your stomach before opening instagram and clicking armin's page. You scrolled on his page.

"But maybe imma see them later." You said. "Girl you over there worried bout them,youn got nothing to be worried bout." London said. "Okay?" London asked. "Okay." You said clicking your phone off. "Now let's go do summm." She said smiling and getting off of your bed. She grabbed your beats pill speaker and grabbed your phone. She unlocked it and clicked shuffle on your playlist.

'Run tha streetz.' By Tupac started to play as you both of you starting singing. "YOU COULD RUN THE STREETS WITH YOUR THUGS ILL BE WAITING FOR YOUUUUUU." The both of you began singing outloud and laughing.

London went on her Instagram and began to go live.

User1: ouuuu who is thaaaat?

3rennn joined.

Mi.mikasa joined.

Meelasplayhouse: ouuuuu she reall prettyy.

"I know right!" London said bringing your face into the camera. You just smiled and lip synced to the song.

Armin.alert joined.

"Ohhh y/n there go your mannnnn." She said as you jerked your head back before looking closer to the phone and seeing that armin joined. Your face went hot as you just sucked your teeth."Girl that's not my mannnn." You said. "Yet." She whispered.

Niseyuserlol: whoooooo!?

^gossipqueennn: that basketball player armin alert.

Jaecomments: no way she talks to armin alert.

"That's cause I don't." You said throwing some hair over your shoulder.

You pulled your pants up and buckled them finally after jumping just to get them up. You took a breath out and just laid on your bed out of breath. "Lord have mercy." You sighed out and stood up before you walked to your dresser and grabbed a shirt and slid it on.

You walked to your closet and grabbed your jordan 4's before abusing your finger trying to put your shoe on.

You grabbed your bookbag and threw some blank journals, a binder,some mechanical pencils pens and some paper in it. You grabbed your France fragrance perfume by Victoria secret and sprayed some on you before placing it into your bookbag.

You grabbed a hoodie and made your way downstairs. You seen your mom throwing last minute things into her purse before looking up and seeing you.

"Oh hey baby you look beautiful as always." She said kissing your forehead. "Thank you ma." You said cheesing. Your mom grabbed her phone and held it up. "I need my pictures,this your last year mama." She said.

You groaned. "Maaaaaaaaa." She shook her head. "Ion wanna hear it,now pose." You did a pose with a fake smile and she clicked the button making the flash shine bright in your eye. Your eyes watered as she took a thousand more pictures.

"Okay ma. It's getting late." You said looking at your Apple Watch. "Okay fine."she said smiling at the pictures she did get. "Ahhhh my baby got so big." She said. You sat in the front with her as she started the car and backed out of the driveway. "Okay here's your schedule,just ask around and someone would point to where you have to go okay?" Your mom said handing you your schedule. You nodded before taking it from her.

You looked at it and scanned for your first class. "Psychology." You read outloud. You walked around asking for directions as everyone pointed to where your class was. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you knocked on the door.

Someone opened it as your heart was beating out of its chest as you walked to the teachers desk. She had glasses with a ponytail and a green suit on.

"Hello." She greeted as she took your schedule. She scanned it and nodded. "Okay you can sit in this group right here." She pointed to a group that had one seat missing. You nodded "thank you ms...." You trailed off you her name. "Oh it's hanji! Don't worry students always have a hard time pronouncing my name." She said smiling.

You just gave her a little smile before you turned and made your way to the back where you sat down in the seat drawing attention to yourself. "My goodness she's so pretty." One of the girls whispered to the other who just nodded in agreement.

"Y/n?" You heard someone call you. "You looked around and seen the familiar blonde. "Armin?" You asked scooting over to him and hugging him.

"Wait your name is y/n? As in y/n l/n?"the boy with a buzz cut asked as you nodded hesitantly. All of their eyes widened and their jaws dropped.

"Pick ya jaw up off the floor before someone step on it." Armin said mugging them. "How do you know that?" You asked them tracing your forearm tattoo. "Um I'm Connie,that's mikasa,Jean,Sasha and eren." Your body went hot as your eyes widened.

"My bad man we didn't mean to run you away." Connie apologized. You just shooed it off. "You good,I just hope that we're passed that point." Everyone eagerly nodded as you just chuckled. "You're so fine." Jean said as you just smiled. "Thank you." You said. Armin just chew on his inside cheek.

"Okay class so we're going to be talking about the mind responds to different things." Hanji said titling the board. "Make sure you take good notes and use a pen,do not write with a pencil in my class." Hanji said pushing her glasses up and turning around.

"Y/n." Armin lightly nudged you. "Hm?" You asked looking at him. "You're left handed?" He asked looking at you holding your pen. You just chuckled and nodded yes. "That's so cool." He said with a pearly smile.

His pink plumped lips looked so kissable right now. "Wanna go catch up wit you." He said. You nodded "yeah when?" You said bouncing your leg up and down. "Today after school." You nodded. "Yeah but you gotta come get me cause ion gotta car yet." He nodded his head. "Ight imma come get you around what? 5:30?" He asked. You nodded. "Bett." He smiled.

My kitty kitty meow meow is not meowing right now. It's growling,barking and waterfalling. Heyyy do you like hello kitty cause my kitty wanna say hi to you lollll.

His nose is so rideable. I can see his abs though his shirt. I should ask him what size shoe he wear for research purposes..

"Y/n you good?" He asked you "I'm good." You cleared your throat and continued to write the notes down.

"Okay so now that we're done with the notes! Please review with your partner what you've taken down. And exchange some information between the two. After that please give me two examples of the different types of responses and stimulus's" hanji said writing on the Promethean board.

You were sitting beside Sasha and armin. "Hiiii." She exitedly waved as you smiled and returned her wave. "Okay so I'm just going to let you know nowww,I'm INLOVE with you." She said. You just laughed and covered your mouth. "Thank you." You said barring your false eyelashes at her.

"Girl I'm so serious." She said with a serious expression before the both of you buses out laughing. "Na I'm just playing but wanna work with me?" She asked. "Yeah sure." You said.

Both you and Sasha exchanged socials and phone numbers before getting to know eachother. Hanji had to ask you two to quiet down more than once,which was horrible due to the both of you laughing out loud.

"So what's something you've been interested in?" Sasha asked you as the wrote down the answers "I've learned how to do hair." You replied as you worked.

"Ohhh that's niceee,I know how to do nails." She said showing you. You gasped and grabbed her hand as you looked at her nails. "Girllll these are so cuteeeeeee." You said looking at her short nails that were black French tipped with little planets on it.

"These $45 for you ma." She said with a little wink. "Ouuuuuuu." You covered your mouth from being excited. "So y/n..." Connie drew attention to you as they all started asking you questions until class was over with.

You placed your things in your bookbag and you looked up to see Sasha waiting for you at the door. You just smiled as you walked next to her. "I didn't think you was going to wait for me." You took your beats out and placed them around your neck. "Why?" She giggled out. "Becauseeeee." You trialed off.

"Listen I'm truly sorry for how we all treated you in middle school,but I promise you that we aren't like that anymore." You just played with your lanyard that held your id in it. "Okay." You said with a small smile.

She wrapped her arm in with yours and walked with you to where everyone was. "Y/nnnnnn!" Connie said running up to you.

This was honestly so weird. "Yes?" You asked looking for Armin.

#ayeyolooo #black y/n #aot x black reader #aot x reader #eren x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x chubby reader #x black fem reader #aot x black y/n #black reader

[ghostieyanyan]

If you don’t mind, which yandere twst boys do you see being most likely to exploit a mentally exhausted prefect to kidnap them?

To clarify, I think it can be argued that the prefect would be absolutely done with NRC after six life-or-death situations due to the overblots on top of being forced to adapt to education system of another world and putting up with the quality of students at NRC. You can’t tell me that a school full of villains would treat the only magicless student well. That just screams prime opportunity to manipulate the prefect into leaving NRC to go somewhere “safer” with one of the boys.

Once again, I’m just curious about your thoughts so don’t feel pressured to respond!

yes yes yes!!!

poor perfect tired to the bone from crowly and the other students. if only there was a knight and shining armor that can come and save them.

No longer an accidentally post! But I mean it did help me finish it lol

~Mental-Exhausted!Mc~

Yan!Riddle x mc

Yan!Leona x mc

Yan!Jamil x mc

Yan!Lilia x mc

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, drug use (shrink potion), abusive behavior, chains, collar, gag, parenthood (gender-neutual), gritting teeth(?) (I know some people hate it so ill put it in here), not a lot of proof-reads,

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Riddle

yes, riddle was the first overblot (technically) and after his overblot, he felt awful about how he behaved. he was supposed to look after Heartslaybu but he ended up becoming his mother. he hated himself for that.

So now, not only is he taking better care of his dorm, with the help of his dorm. but whenever he sees you, he tries his best to check up on you.

How are you? Do you need help with any school assignments? etc.

they all had sweet intents at first but over time, you started to look drain.. like the life was sucked right out of you. when he asked ace and deuce, they confirmed that you were just tired of all the overblots and being crowley's lap dog. if only he knew how to help you...

at first he asked, trey and cater about how he should help you. they were mature enough to know, right?

cater, being cater, teased him on "having a crush on the perfect" or how he phrased it "oooohhh you are down bad!! lol" whatever that means...

Trey said that maybe ask the perfect if they do need help. but Riddle knows the perfect, they'll say they're fine even when they're not..

riddle felt lost and swallowed his pride as he dials his mother's number.

his mother was furious with the fact that riddle was facing an issue he cant fix himself but what she said about perfect shocked him.

"well.. maybe if this perfect isn't as perfect as their title, maybe they don't belong in Night Raven College!"

with that... the call ended.

now that he wasn't being held by his mother's strings, he saw red...! no one talks about his perfect like that! but.. she has a point.. (which makes him more frustrated) if perfect is miserable here... maybe they shouldn't be attending NRC. but where would they go...?

when he thought about that, he realized he didn't really want to be away from you... you mean too much to him.

so later that day, he requested you to join him in his room, he need to talk to you. you agreed cause why would you be cautious with someone you trust, plus you were too tired to worry about how strange the request was. he gave you tea and asked if you were okay.. you said yes, just stressed with some classes and drank you tea. it tasted... off.

you feel yourself shrinking.. you were shrinking!

you looked at riddle and he was just smiling at you! he picked you up and placed you into a tea pot.

"it'll be okay, my dear. once i graduate and get us a nice home, we'll live our happy lives away from this stress and... toxic poison. But for now, you'll have to behave. i love you, my dear"

~~~~~

Leona

Whether you noticed him or not, Leona watches you run back and forth, from hallway to hallway. Kinda like a mouse running around for food but also staying hidden. Sometimes your running around helps him sleep or just ease him to a zen.

He'd normally wouldn't bat an eye because you're just a lap dog for that crow. But after time has past. He watched as you get slower, more exhausted. like you're pushing to prove something. It ercked him more than he would like. It hit too close to home for him.

When he finally was able to approach you on the matter, you looked like your soul was taken from you. Something within just snapped. He had enough of this. He made the call and suddenly, savanaclaw students came to your side and dragged you to leona's room. If you try to resist, Leona lucky told them to not hurt you too badly. But accidents happens. With their rough handling, you blacked out.

You wake up with a pretty collar around your neck and a chain attach to it? You look around and this is not your ramshackle room. You tried to sit up for a better look and get quick pulled down by the chain collar. It nearly broke your neck! But Leona would say you're being dramatic.

"Quick moving, im trying to sleep.."

You looked and saw Leona. He was laying on your chest and his legs were holding your legs down. He was like a strange weighted blanket. He wasn't in his school uniform but looks like he's in home attire?

"Where are we, leona..?"

You said, scared cause your literally in the hands of a lion that could kill you really quick..

He ears twitched and he looked up at you, bored. But he let out a smirk.

"Were home~"

It took you a minute to process what he said... home? Apparently your confused was evident on your face and leona let out a long sigh. He moved or above you, pining you down.

"Were at Sunset Savanna palace and WE are both gonna be staying here until I can trust you'll be a good obedient herbivore and stay by my side."

You were lost for words and unconsciously started to struggle under leona. Trying to push him off, kicking your legs, he got really annoyed when you accidentally pinched his tail with the bed and your foot.

His retaliation was to slam you down, knocking the wind out of your lungs. As you were gasping for air, he bit you really hard on your throat. You let out a silent scream. You thought you were going to die. This was your last moment of life.

Leona eventually let's go but quickly replacing his fangs with his hand.

"You WILL be obedient... do I make myself clear.."

That wasn't a question.. it was a demand.

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Jamil

Jamil hardly noticed you.. PERIOD.

He's busy not only taking care of scarabia but also their housewarden. While his housewarden takes the credit.. he hated it. And the fact his housewarden is so happy go lucky to him too. Makes his blood boil!!

Jamil truly believed that no one would feel his pain, his struggles.. because everyone sees Kalim "success" before anything!

You and Jamil were in the housewarden meeting, well on the outside of the office during the meeting. Jamil had to be there because Kalim and you were there for Crowley...

You both had a quick moment until you asked him hows he been? He lends his head back against the wall and sighs. You laugh at his actions.

"I get that, hehe"

His eye twitched.

"Do you now..?"

"Heh.. I really do. I'm here for Crowley, even tho he's the Headmage. He's like a spoiled brat with responsibility... and HE knowing more about this world, and the work he does for it, more than I do. But nooo... he still gives it to me!"

Jamil stares at you as you vent about your stress and struggles in NRC. He honestly thought that your life is harder than his! How on the seven do you-?

The doors to the office opens and you and jamil both stand up. The other housewardens walked off and kalim ran to jamil, like a parent picking up their kid in kindergarten.

Jamil sighs, seeing kalim's face makes him exhausting... he quickly looks at you, not turning his head to not make it obvious. You were walking into Crowley's office as he hands you a big stack of papers. He practically saw the light in your eyes fade... he HAS to do something.. but what?

A few days past and he just watched you get more exhausted. The more he watches you the more his feelings for you grows. And the more he watched you get degraded the more he wants to set the world on fire for you..

You couldn't hold a conversation as long as you use to now! What is Crowley making you do?

His hand balled into fist. Then he get an idea.. he's always wanted to do this but never thought about it, there will be come changes to the plan with you in it but it could work!

It was in the evening and he stopped by the Ramshackle dorm. With shaking hands he knocked. He can't believe he's gonna do it.

You answer and he quick took out a cloth from his pocket and covered your mouth. Your struggles were pointless with his strength and your muffled screams wasn't going to be heard by anyone since you practically lived in the middle of nowhere. You went limp and he smile grew.

You woke up, chained, gaged, and blindfolded. You didn't know where you were you were so scared.. but you hear foot steps...

"Good morning, my little desert flower~ im sorry I had to contain you like this, I can't risk anymore seeing you. But once we leave the Isle of Sages, ill let you see."

~~~~~

Lilia

Lilia has been watching you since that first day you came here. How much chaos your presence cause, not including Grims presence, was amazing.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel something for you after that first day.

Whenever you're doing anything, he watches. And if hes busy, he has his bats watch you instead. They'll report any and everything about you. Including the dark circles appear under your eyes.

To say he was a little pissed... was an understandment. How dare the Crow hurt someone he cared for..

Lilia had half a mind to just get rid of Crowley with a big display of his remand.. but his kids will be scar so probably not.

He'd would think about if for a bit and told himself, why not just take you to live in Briar Valley? You could live there and he'd support you and care for you. You have a caring personal type with how much you take care of those first years.

You'll make a perfect parent...

Lilia stopped by Ramshackle dorm for a "surprised visit". You thought his strange behavior was just lilia being a strange guy? Meanwhile lilia felt like he was young again when he's with you. He felt shy and anxious. He was all fidgety and not making 100% eye contact with you.

Oh by the seven, you stir something within him and its not unwelcomed.

"Lilia? I don't mean to be rude but.. umm... why are you here..? You kinda came at a bad time.. Crowley has some paper work he wants me to fill out for him.."

Lilia fidgeting stop and if you had his super hear, you'd hear him grit his teeth for a moment.

He flips around suddenly and gets a unsettling smile.

"I came because I just remembered a old story and I wanted to tell someone before it slips my mind!"

You stared at Lilia but nodded for him to continue.

"Do you remember when I told you about the story of the Thorn Fairy? And how she put a curse on this cute little human~?"

With every word he spoke, he got closer to you.. you tried to make some distance but it quickly was put to a halt when lilia grabbed your arm.

"L-ilia.. You're hurting me.."

You tried to pull away but nothing can compete with Lilia's strength.

"Did I also tell you that with skill and focus, a powerful mage, can change the effect of such a powerful spell~?"

You're particularly trembling at this point. He got up really close to you and he shows you a small sewing needle.

"I promise, it won't be too long. Just long enough for everyone to stop looking for you~"

{I didn’t give Lilia an art piece because I drew something similar already}

#twst fanart #twst #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #disney twst #yandere twst #art #digital art #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader

[neonghostlights]

I love your work! Could you do a Eddie Munson x reader where he has a big crush on her like is in love with her but she’s dating Steve and he catches Steve cheating on her and gets mad and confronts him then later on comforts her and they end up together?

Hi! Thank you!!! I don’t know why I imagined bartender!Eddie in this so here we go lol. (Also I apologize to the Steve girlies for this one)

Warnings: Steve is mean in this one, Cheating (Steve cheats on Reader), Fighting, Illness, Lies, Heartbreak, Jealousy, Alcohol, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending,18+ only

Wordcount: 2.1k

Fight It

Eddie wiped the glass down and hung it back up. 

Friday nights at the bar were usually busier than this. Eddie wasn’t complaining though. Maybe his boss would let him off earlier than usual so he could go check on you. A few stray patrons sat at the bar, already with their drinks. The blonde at the end of the bar had been eying Eddie all night. Eddie looked away from her, not wanting to give her the wrong idea. He wasn’t in the mood for any pointless one night stands. Not when his heart was already shattered. 

You had called earlier to let him know that you were sick. Nothing too crazy, just a cold, but he was still worried nonetheless. When he voiced his concern you assured him that Steve would take care of you. 

Steve. Your boyfriend and his best friend. 

The reminder churned painfully in Eddie’s gut. He didn’t quite recall when he fell for you. Maybe it was watching you knock bats in the head with a plank of wood in the upside down, or maybe it was during your many late night talks and hang out sessions. He fell fast and hard. 

It had been two years of going back and forth with himself on if he should grow a pair and admit how he felt. When he really thought that it was time to ask you out, Steve swooped in and swept you up off your feet right in front of him. 

Eddie had been so focused on you alone that he hadn’t even seen it coming. 

It had been a few months since you and Steve made it official, and while the friend group was ecstatic, Eddie was bitter. Steve was a good guy, Eddie knew that. But he had changed, much like the rest of the group after surviving the horrors of the upside down. He became more reckless and didn’t really think things through. Everyone thought that it would wear off, but it's been two years since they defeated Vecna and he’s still the same. Trauma and constant near death will change you though, Eddie knew that, and he didn’t fault him for how he coped. 

As long as his coping didn’t involve hurting you. 

He checked the clock again, counting down the hours until quitting time. He wondered if he should call you just to check in and make sure if you were okay. But if Steve answered he didn’t know if could handle that. 

Eddie sighed, adjusting the bandanna tied against his head to keep loose hairs from his bun out of his face. 

“Look alive,” Tony, his boss, called from farther down the bar when the door chimed. 

Steve walked in like he owned the place, striding towards the bar. Nodding his head in greeting when he saw Eddie. He sat in front of him, putting both hands on the sticky bar top. 

“What are you doing here?” Eddie blurted out instead of saying hello. 

“What? I can’t come visit my best friend at work?” Steve said with a grin. 

“Not when you’re girlfriends sick,” Eddie snapped in response. 

Steve hummed, ordering his drink. 

Eddie didn’t want to make it. He wanted to tell him to get the hell out of there and to go take care of you but his boss was watching and he couldn’t risk losing his job. Not many places around Hawkins were willing to hire him. 

“She said she’s fine. I just talked to her before I came here,��� Steve admitted when he had his drink in his hand. 

Eddie nodded even though he wanted to scream. He knew you would say you were okay even if you weren’t. How did Steve not see that? 

Eddie noticed Steve’s eye catching on the blonde at the end of the bar who was now sending love eyes back to Steve. She flipped her hair, picked up her drink and made her way to the empty seat beside Steve. 

Eddie tensed, hoping that she didn’t get too offended when Steve inevitably shot her down. 

But he didn’t. He smiled at her instead. 

Eddie felt his heart drop into his stomach as he watched Steve start to obnoxiously flirt with her. Steve leaned down, whispering in her ear as she trailed a finger up her arm. 

Eddie slammed a bottle down, in hopes of getting his attention but he didn’t bother looking up, he just leaned in closer to her. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Eddie asked in a bitter tone when Steve continued to ignore him. 

“What?” Steve finally looked up at him. 

“He has a girlfriend,” Eddie informed the girl who now had her hand in Steve’s lap. 

She just shrugged. 

“This is fucking ridiculous. I’ll call her right now and tell her what you’re doing,” Eddie announced, hoping that would scare the both of them into going their separate ways. 

Steve leaned in slowly, taking his time with what he was about to say. “Do you really want to be the one to break her heart, Eddie? I thought you were my friend. You call to tell her and that’s it for the group. You think she’ll want to come around anymore or even want to see you? I know by the way you look at her that you’d rather die than not see her anymore.”

Eddie leaned away, surprised by the way his friend was speaking to him. This wasn’t the Steve Harrington he used to know. 

“You need to get help,” Eddie said, tone softening in hopes that would help sway Steve to do the right thing. 

“You only live once, Eddie,” Steve said as he pulled out a wad of cash and slapped it on the counter, enough for him and his new friends drinks plus some. “You should know that better than anyone else. It’s nothing personal. When the opportunity arises it’s good to have fun. You should try once in a while instead of pining after someone who doesn’t want you.”

Eddie saw red as he reached over the bar and grabbed Steve by the shirt, yanking his upper half over the counter. 

“I don’t know why you’re like this but it’s gone too far. You don’t deserve her and I hope everything falls apart for you,” Eddie bit out, close enough to Steve's face that he could smell the alcohol and see the red in his blood shot eyes. 

“Woah! Knock it off!” Tony yelled, grabbing the baseball bat out from under the bar. 

Eddie let go of Steve’s shirt before Tony could start swinging, letting his feet drop to the ground clumsily. 

“Fuck you, Munson. After all I’ve done for you? You’re gonna turn on me just like that over a girl?” Steve seethed, pointing a finger in Eddie’s face. Eddie felt his arm lift, fist raised, and ready to hit Steve. 

“Both of you! Out!” Tony yelled, pointing the bat at both Steve and Eddie. 

Tony’s yelling had Eddie snapping out of it. He dropped his fist. He didn’t want to hit Steve. He had already been hit enough in the head. He did want to smack some sense into him though. 

Eddie watched as Steve backed away, grabbing the girl by her hand and pulling her behind him. Eddie groaned, turning to face Tony who was red in the face. 

“I’m leaving,” Eddie said, putting his hands up and walking away. 

Before Eddie could reach the door Tony stopped him. “Wait, Eddie?” 

“Yeah?”

“Is he really cheating on his girl?” Tony asked, putting the bat back under the bar. 

Eddie said yes, confused as to why Tony cared now since Eddie was obviously fired. 

“You should kick his ass. Just not in here I don’t need the cops sniffin’ around. Come back tomorrow with a clear head,” Tony said with a nod, dismissing him. 

Eddie said his thanks to Tony and then rushed out into the parking lot, hoping to catch Steve and make him change his mind. But when he made it out there Steve, the woman, and his car were gone. 

Eddie knew what he needed to do next. 

His knuckles met your apartment door with a quick knock. 

“I’m coming!” You croaked from the other side. Eddie could hear the sound of your feet shuffling as fast as you could. Eddie smiled to himself until he remembered what he was there to do. He couldn’t afford to be distracted. 

“Eddie,” you whined when you opened the door shielding your face with your robe. “You can’t be here. You’ll get sick.” 

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” Eddie said as he ignored your worries and walked inside. 

He could see how sick and tired you look when he got closer. You sniffled, turning away from him to cough into your arm. Eddie wished he could wait until you were feeling better but he didn’t want to risk Steve coming here first with some smooth lie. 

“Can we sit? I need to tell you something,” Eddie requested, already walking to the couch. 

You followed behind him, fishing a tissue from the box on the coffee table before sitting down in the chair farthest from him. 

“Everything okay?” Eddie could hear the worry cracking through your strained voice. There’s no way Steve couldn’t tell how sick you were over the phone. The thought brought a fresh wave of anger through him. 

“Have you talked to Steve tonight?” Eddie inquired, needing to know where to start. 

“Earlier. We talked on the phone for a bit. He said he’s not feeling well either so he’s going to try to sleep to fight it. Why?” You asked, wiping at your nose with a tissue. 

“I, uh, well he’s not sick. I saw him tonight at the bar,” Eddie explained gently. 

You tilted your head, urging him to continue. 

“And he left with a girl,” Eddie admitted, watching your face go through all of your emotions. He watched as you went through confusion, to shock, to grim understanding. 

“Oh,” is all you said in a small voice. 

Eddie wasn’t sure what to do. Should he hug you? Comfort you with words? Or let you process what he was saying alone?

Eddie was standing, crossing over to you when a small smile crossed your face. Eddie froze in place. Was this the first sign of a breakdown? 

“Why the hell are you smiling?” Eddie questioned. 

You just laughed, shaking your head and covering your mouth when it turned into a cough. 

“You’re scaring me,” Eddie admitted, sitting beside you. “Do you want to slash his tires? I’ll do it.”

“No, Eddie,” you sighed. “I’m happy. I’ve been trying to find a reason to break up with him for months.”

“Months? What?” Eddie sputtered, not believing what he was hearing. 

You nodded, mouth set in a straight line. “I shouldn’t have started this with him. I wasn’t really into it to begin with and it spiraled out of control,” you admitted. “I just wanted to-” You caught what you were saying and slammed your mouth shut. 

“You wanted to do what?” Eddie pressed, handing you a new tissue. He really needed to get you some soup and some cold medicine. 

You groaned. “I might as well just admit it now. I wanted to make you jealous.”

“Me?” Eddie gasped, pointing at himself to make sure you knew who you were talking about. “You wanted to make me jealous?” 

“I mean, it was a stupid idea…” You trailed off. 

“It fucking worked,” Eddie exclaimed. 

“What?”

“I was so jealous. You have no clue how much I hated seeing you together. I’ve wanted to be with you for two damn years,” Eddie explained. 

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?!” You yelled as much as your raw throat would remind you. 

“Why didn’t you?!” Eddie yelled back. 

“I was scared!” 

“Well, me too!” Eddie sputtered, practically jumping up and down from the excitement of the new information he was given. “You want to be with me?”

“Isn’t it obvious,” you told him. 

Eddie paused, looking over at you smiling softly at him. How could he not notice the way you looked at him? It was the same way he looked at you, full of love. 

Eddie leaned in, ready to press his lips against yours but met the palm of your hand instead. 

“Too soon?” Eddie asked with his lips still smushed against your hand. 

“No. You have no clue how much I want to kiss you but I don’t want to get you sick. And don’t you dare say you don’t care if you get sick or not,” you declared. 

Eddie jumped up, pulling his keys out of his pocket and rushing towards the door. 

“Where the hell are you going?” You shouted after him, twisting in your seat and watching him with surprised eyes. 

“I’m getting you some medicine! The sooner you feel better the sooner I can kiss you!” Eddie yelled back before he ran out the door. 

Eddie got his kiss a few nights later and every night after that from there on out.

#eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #bartender!Eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson request #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #tw cheating

[kuni-is-daddy]

Okay, but Lesser Lord!Reader riding Scara and him praising them and saying how lucky he is to be ridden and pleasured by a god like them. Just fluffy, soft sex with Scara, and maybe a bit of brat taming.

This man has such a chokehold on me

SUB!WANDERER X LESSOR LORD FEM!READER PART 4?

featuring:? A bit of paimon and the traveler(Can be aether or lumine, didnt use a specific gender)

//Lessor lord Y/n Teases with the name Hatguy, Sabzeruz Festival Event Spoilers!, Use of mommy~

word count: 1.43k

Scara masterlist! Scara x Lessor lord masterlist

"What? You think im TRYING to think the worst of lessor lord y/n? Incase you've forgotten Traveler..Im not a saint." wanderer scoffed while retrieving the archives of Sachin's research from paimon. "Tch- Ugh- Paimon thinks your being pretty harsh HAT GUY! be nice to y/n or paimons gonna give you a UGLY NICKNAME! She gave you a education and healthcare!" the floating child stomped her feet. "Because im her prisoner, you lowly creature. And healthcare is free in sumeru, Dont need it anyway, im a puppet incase your so dum to remember. She wouldnt-" A cool lavender scented air coated the hot desert. Stopping the puppet as he remembered the familiar sent. "You think so.. Should i treat you as my prisoner hat guy?"

You walked up towards your group of friends and 'prisoner' as your caped swayed throughout the breeze. Taking the files from hatguy with a smirk on your face. "Hah. You already do, Having me run errands for you like a dog. But if doing this gives me worth. Then so be it." He said while looking down at you. "Is that what this is about hat guy? You want to feel worthy in the eyes of a god~" With your free hand you tugged at his feathered ornament. Smoothly rubbing along the prickles. Paimon and traveler looked with flustered expressions at your teasing. "You know hat guy~ I was hoping you could make some friends but..I guess that didnt work out hm? Busy making enemies with your saviors-" "Unnecessary. I dont need anymore reasons to be indebt to you." He placed his warm hand along your arm. Watching you tinker with his worth. "Then we can start off with you being a scholar how about that? Even prisoners have a right to education." Paimon coughed at the interaction, "I- uhm Y/N? as the god of wisdom. what do you plan to do with sachins research? It is 'negative' wisdom after all." You gazed and pulled away from his touch and began flipping through the archive. "Well paimon, As the god of wisdom I have to guide everyone to wisdom, even good or bad. But I will seal away his knowledge as his ideals are more deemed as corrupted and-" "Tch. Talk about a speech, What about mine huh? Is that why you have me doing this? Because i have 'corrupt' knowledge and see me as a pawn?" You sighed at his interruption, then smirked at the choice of words. "Well..I can help you with your 'corruption' myself, Mr hat guy~" You closed the book roughly, making the two snap out of their disturbed daze. "Paimon, Traveler. Come by the akademiya later today and ill have him drop off the rest of your things regarding the festival. Until then~" You greeted them goodbye with a smile. With a flick of your finger the wanderer wasnt too far behind you. Mumbling and giving death glares to his 'saviors' over another task he had to do.

---

Thunder and lightning struck through your blurry view of sumeru city, You sat at Wanderers small desk writing about what interested on you sachins research for his thesis. How could a wealthy man be so bothered by society? One that he technically can change with a bag of mora. But you had your own changes to worry about. Apep, a former ruler of sumeru that existed since the start of the Heavenly principals. With all that knowledge the dragonette had, many of your questions could be answered without the use of irminsul. Along with eternal protection for your nation. You just needed a way..some sort of 'contract' to get that information from apep. "Ugh, what am i thinking..Im acting like morax and Ei with these ideals." You laid your bare head on the desk. Tapping your pen while thinking of ways to get more from the dragon.

After what felt like never ending rain, you heard a click of the doorknob and a light dangle of bells. "Well. How did it go? I trust that you gave them what they needed. Hat guy?" The puppet walked into the room. Brushing off the water on his hat. "Tsk. In the rain if that makes you feel any better..And would you stop calling me that? There's no need." He placed his hat on the hanger then laid on your side of the bed, Already undressed into a shirt and shorts. "Hm.. But I like it~" You pulled the chair back, turning around to face the lean puppet. "I never thought the god of wisdom would be so childish..." he sighed. "Don't you like it? the honor of having your nickname picked out by a god." you got up out of your chair and began walking towards the bed. The puppet stayed silent as you climbed onto his body.

"Aren't you lucky Scara. The god of wisdom treating you so well, giving you a home, education, anything you've wanted." His cock twitched in his pants at the name. Your cape swayed gently on his legs as you positioned yourself on top of him. "I-I told you before, it's unnecessary. I'm your pris-" before he could get another word out you leaned down and laid kisses along his neck. Sinking further into the pillow as he covered his muffled moans. "Y-y/n you- ah..." "Is that all you think you are hatguy? The prisoner of a god...I think your worthy of more..." You whispered in his ear as your clothed clit rubbed back and forth against his crotch. "F-fuck...shut up..stoph..saying..that..~" he trailed his hands along your top while you sucked at his neck. Recklessly tugging at the buttons that kept your cape hooked. "Mmm..your such a brat hat guy...maybe you don't deserve it." You flicked his hand off your torn cape and began pulling away from his hot body. "N-no! Wait..." He sat up as you crawled off the bed "... I want it..y/n.." you crossed your arms. "Hmm..I don't know hat guy~ what's the magic word?" You grinned as he gripped onto the sheets in frustration, covering his embarrassingly hard cock. "Maybe.. I'll just go finish up in my room~ you seem a little tired-" "P-please.. I want it y/n.. I cant- i-" suddenly you smashed your lips against his, the both of you fell back on the pillow as he wrapped his arms around you with no hesitation. Exchanging spit as the puppets body began to heat up between each breath. "Hah.. more~ more please" "mhm? what do you want scara~ mmm how do you want your god to make you feel good?"

"I- inside...f-fuck me.." you sighed at his words. "Such a vulgur puppet you are.. wanting your god to fuck you like this.." you parted lips, then looked down to his bulge. "We can't have down here being covered, can we?" You pulled his pants down to reveal his wet length, stained in precum. "Your so big scara..~" you pulled your skirt and underwear off, climbing ontop of him once more, both of your pre oozing onto eachother while you guided his length to your hole, brushing the tip along it. "Hah...fuck..d-dont tease me...I-" you sunk his length deep inside of you while a moan spilled from your lips "Ah~ your doing so well scara~ filling up your god just like that~" his hips buckled up at your praise. "Y-y/n your so warm i- oh fuck!" He gripped onto your waist, pushing you farther into his length as you began riding him, biting your lips from the ecstasy of his tight grip. "Mmm your such a good boy scara, taking your reward for being so good for me, for your god~" "Ah~ yes, s' good! Just for you! Don't stop mommy~ please!" The puppets body began to heat up even more. He trained himself to breathe to fit in with humans, but not like this..not so roughly and begging like a dog in heat from the pleasure he felt. "Such a lucky boy aren't you? Do you wanna cum inside your god?" "Y-yes! Please- wanna cum! Let me mommy! I'll be a good prisoner- a good puppet! A-anything please~" you giggled at the way the once false god dropped his pride, the pleasure from being inside you and feeling loved was too much for him. You did give him everything, everything he ever wanted from a person, from his god. "Shit...Then I can't turn you down since you asked so nicely baby~ cum for mommy, cum for your god~" His nails stung into your skin while your moans echoed throughout your room. "Hah..oh God mommy I'm gonna- i- inside! It's coming!!" The puppets brain overheated and turned to mush from your warmth "mommy! I- im- AH~" with a few rocks of your hips he shot his load inside of you, coating his sticky and warm liquid along your walls. You rode out your high, dripping your own juices onto his own length and shirt while the puppet watched with practical hearts for pupils and a mouth leaking drool. Hazily as you shifted down to his dripping shaft and kissed at it with your wet lips. "Now im going to give you your reward, my prisoner~"

Some of you liked cat!subby scara so this was another subby scara one

And yes health care really is free in sumeru according to one of alhaithams voice lines about kaveh getting scammed💀🤭❌

Scara x Lessor lord masterlist

#scaramouche smut #scaramouche headcanons #genshin smut #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #genshin x you #genshin headcanons #scaramouche #wanderer smut #wanderer x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x reader #genshin impact #sub scaramouche #sub genshin #genshin x reader #genshin x female reader #sub wanderer

[aliaology]

NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: yn makes it to michigan with her friend sabrina, shockingly, reconnecting with old friends and also bumping into bad memories.

series masterlist

you felt weird, the stares of others pouring heavily onto your body. you didn’t like it, the feeling, whatsoever. the crowd parted as you walked into the house. the memories from this house flooded through your mind, from running to your room away from jack, to even skinny dipping with him in the lake.

you watched cole leap up and made his way to you, leaving a very uncomfortable jack and trevor behind. "bells! you made it" he grinned.

the shorter boy threw his arms around you in happiness. "hey coley, i told you i'd be here" you smiled, hugging him back.

"i know but it's just, unreal! i haven't seen you in forever!" he smiled.

you frowned. "im sorry cole, ive been really busy in toronto and it doesn't help that i feel so out of place in michigan now.." you trailed off.

"dont sweat it, bells. im just glad you're here" he smiled at you. "how long are you staying here for?" he asked.

"well— sab leaves tomorrow, im staying to get my dorm situated back at umich" you told. cole nodded.

"get lunch with me tomorrow then? i want to catch up" you just nodded before hearing your name get called. looking behind you, you see some of jack's teammates.

jack's teammates, john marino and nico hischier always liked you. hell, you still talked to them to ask how games went and just how they were.

"ill talk to you later coley" you grinned.

cole nodded and went back to trevor and jack. trevor held a sour look on his face while jack looked pissed. you grabbed sab’s arm and brought her with you to john and nico.

"hi johnny, hi nico" you smiled at them, giving them each hugs once you got to them. "its been awhile." you added.

"seriously, a long time. have you been in toronto the entire time?" john asked.

you nodded. "yeah, i moved in with my brother. im with him for just two more weeks until i move into my new apartment." you smiled.

"really? where you moving to?" nico asked.

"new york, actually." you grinned. "maybe ill drive over to nj and pop in."

nico grinned, "i'd be careful with that one, y/n. i cant lie, jacks been in a little bit of a twist since your song came out." he spoke.

john nodded. "more standoff-ish, but he had it coming.”

you heard sab snort from behind you, causing you to grin along. "sorry its just— one of my songs ends with ‘he had it coming’ and it reminded me of that.” sabrina spoke.

"its okay— how have you both been?” nico asked. you looked at sabrina with a hesitation glint in your eyes. she just sent you a nod.

“ive been— okay? uhm, just a lot going on currently. very stressed i dont know— i just cant wait to get back to umich.” you explained.

“and i have to go back to LA tomorrow so i have to soak my time up with my girl.” sabrina grinned, tossing an arm around your neck.

"uh oh— warning, trevor is on his way over.” john said, bringing his cup to his mouth to quiet his words before taking a sip of whatever alcoholic drink he had.

you tensed up slightly, not turning your head, you kept close to sabrina.

"what up guys, how you enjoying the party? cole's wondering." trevor faked a smile.

"oh, very fun if i do say so myself." sabrina sarcastically spoke.

you nudged her slightly, elbowing her in the side. she sent you a glare, basically stating ‘cut the shit.’

trevor sarcastically smiled. "well isn't that just peachy? anyone here finding someone to go home with tonight? i know it shouldn't be too hard for some of you."

you grab nico's drink, sipping it yourself. "maybe— i heard that dixie girl is single, might ask her to go home with me.” you shrugged.

the four guys went completely silent. you coughed, "anyone up for another drink? i think i need to get drunk tonight." and you walked away.

“oh my god” sabrina laughed, immediately going after you.

“fucking bitch”

trevor scoffed, walking away in anger. john and nico looked at each other, wide eyes. "holy shit."

lol hey... this sucked but hey! tags: @honethatty12 , @slaythehousebootsdown13 , @lovinbarzal , @outrunangelss , @absolutelyhugh3s , @hockeyboysarehot , @shadowsndaisies @lxnceclercs

#hockey #jack hughes #nhl imagine #nhl #nhl hockey #new jersey #quinn hughes #new jersey devils #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes #jack hughes x you #jack hughes x y/n #trevor zegras #mitch marner #auston matthews #toronto maple leafs #now that we don't talk

[luvhughes43]

Period Pains | Jack Hughes x reader

request: Can I get a fluffy jack hughes fic where the reader comes on her period whilst they are at the lake house and she has nothing with her. And she just wants cuddles. Maybe one of the other boys makes a comment about her being clingy and is like oh someone’s on their period 🙄. And she gets upset

word count: 0.8k

You had just arrived at the lake house a week ago, and having gone practically all summer without seeing your boyfriend, you were just too busy to take a much needed trip to the store. You had stupidly left all your period supplies at home, claiming that you would just buy more. But with all the much needed time you were spending with your boyfriend jack… you just hadn’t gotten around to it. Which led you to the predicament that you were currently in. 

You had bad cramps last night, and with all the busyness that comes with being at the lake house, you had not clued in to the warning that your period was about to start. Leaving you stuck in the bathroom, in a house full of men with absolutely no supplies. 

Luckily for you, you brought your phone into the bathroom with you, so you quickly called Jack as he was outside hanging out with his friends. He answered his phone on the second ring.

“Yeah baby?” Jack spoke into the mic. You could hear the guys laughing and talking in the background.

“I really need your help right now” you replied and you could hear Jack hastily slide open the slide in door, “what’s wrong? Where are you?” he responded clearly worried.

“I'm in the upstairs bathroom” you groaned in pain as you felt another cramp hit you. “K im coming” was all he said as he hung up the phone. You placed yours back on the counter and waited. You could hear Jack running up the stairs and the fact that he cared so much about you made you smile. 

Jack knocked on the bathroom door, “can I come in?” he asked to which you responded with a faint yes. Jack walked in to find you hunched over on the toilet,  your arms on your thighs and your head down. “Are you good?” he asked obliviously. 

“I started my period and I have nothing to deal with it. Can you run to the store for me real quick?” you asked, and Jack just nodded. “Yeah uh just give me a list of what you need”.

You got out of your hunched position and grabbed your phone, texting Jack a small list of everything you needed. “Okay ill be right back, love you” he said as he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before walking out of the bathroom.

About 15 minutes later, Jack was back from the small store up the road with everything you needed in hand. He walked into the bathroom and passed you a bag full of your requested items. “Thank you” you whispered to Jack as you felt another painful cramp in your abdomen. “Of course. When you're done in here why don't we cuddle in my room? It might help with your cramps and stuff, "Jack said. “Sounds perfect” you replied and he left the bathroom letting you clean yourself up. 

After you finally got everything sorted out, you brought your grocery bag into Jack's room. He was already sprawled across his bed and when he heard you creak the door open he smiled up at you. Before getting into bed, you took an ibuprofen, and changed into a pair of Jacks sweats. 

You climbed into Jack's bed and he laid one of his arms across his bed so you could cuddle up into him. With one of his hands wrapping around your shoulder he snaked the other around your waist pulling you closer to him. You were both facing the door, facing away from each other, and soon enough your legs were getting caught up into each other as you snuggled closer to each other. 

However, your peaceful cuddling season was quickly disrupted as Trevor Zegras bursted into Jack's room. “Where did you go man? I thought you were only going to the store” he basically yelled as he walked into Jack's room. He hadn't seen you two cuddled on the bed but when he finally realized you two were wrapped up into each other he smirked. “Never mind then… I see!” he barked out a laugh.

“Go away Trevor” you said irritated that he disturbed your peace you had created with Jack.

“Ooo someones on their period!” he laughed as you got up and threw a pillow at his head. Trevor just laughed harder. 

“Seriously Trev, go” Jack said, also sitting up. Trevor laughed some more and lifted both hands as if he was surrendering. He backed out of Jack's room quickly, shutting the door as he went. 

You and Jack both laid back down and you felt so frustrated. “I hate when people say things like that” you say, turning around so you were face to face with jack. He brushed a few strands of hair out of your face, “I know baby, I'm sorry. Trevs an asshole”.

Jack started playing with your hair which promptly lulled you to sleep. 

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes one shot #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb

[thelonelyempath]

M!Crush x F!Reader: Stressed Out

THEME: Fluff, teensy bit of Angst

WARNING(s): Fainting, Medical Scare

"Hey, beautiful." your boyfriend greeted you as you walked into the bedroom. "Oh, baby, you don't look too good. You okay?"

He noted how little energy you had when you set your stuff down. Your hair was flat. Your eyes were sunken in. You'd been extremely stressed about a lot of things and the stress was making you physically ill.

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Babe," C/N walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. "don't lie to me. I'm not trying to sound like an asshole, but you're looking rough. Are you sure everything's okay?"

"Yeah I'm just stressed." you said nonchalantly.

"Aw I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

You really didn't. You didn't have the energy to talk about anything right now. You simply shook your head before resting it on your boyfriend's chest.

"Alright..." he put a kiss on your forehead. "but remember I'll be here to listen when you're ready to talk about it."

"Mhm."

C/N holding you felt great, but you were starting to feel a little woozy. It felt like the room was spinning. Your feet were starting to feel like they couldn't support your legs. Then everything went black.

Crush's POV

"Shit!" I yelled as I felt her go limp in my arms. "Baby? Baby, can you hear me?"

She was unresponsive. In a panic I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I set her down on the bed. I put a pillow under her feet to keep them elevated.

"Come on, Y/N..." I softly pleaded, feeling a tear well up in my eye. "Wake up...please..."

I knew she had been stressed about work, but I didn't think she was stressed enough to pass out on me. I took her hand in mine and gently squeezed it. For good measure, I checked her wrist for a pulse. Luckily I was able to find it. A few minutes later, I saw her eyes flicker open. Thank god for that.

Your POV

You were confused. You didn't know what in the world just happened. C/N was holding your hand, a relieved smile plastered across his face.

"Hey, baby." he softly said. "You just fainted."

He handed you his water bottle, prompting you to drink from it. You did so, your mind slowly coming to with your body.

"You gave me quite the scare, my love." he gently caressed your cheek with his other hand. "When I felt you go limp, I honestly thought the worst. I thought you were gone. You have no idea how happy I am that you're okay."

He raised your hand up to his lips and sweetly kissed the back of it. He helped you to sit up. You felt kind of guilty about scaring him. The poor man thought he had lost you.

"I'm sorry." you weakly apologized. "I didn't mean-"

"No." he cut you off. "None of that. Don't you dare be sorry. Sweetheart, this is not your fault. Work clearly has you stressed out of your skull. Let's just relax tonight. We can watch a movie and cuddle on the couch. Maybe while we're cuddling you can tell me all about what's got you so stressed out. Does that sound good?"

You nodded. God, he was so sweet to you.

"Okay." he paused to kiss you. "Let me take care of you tonight. I love you."

"I love you too."

#boyfriend imagine #boyfriend x reader #crush imagine #crush x reader #m!crush x f!reader #fainting #tw: fainting #stressed reader

[huexuri]

listen!!!! subby hyuka getting horny on a party full of your mutual friends ;( he doesn't know what to do... should he just sit there and try to cover his hard on that popped only because earlier you sat on his lap when there was no free space on the sofa?? or should he go to the bathroom to quickly do what he has to do??? he's just a confused and embarrassed baby... good that you noticed his hard cock (that wasn't hard to notice tho) and decided to help him with his problem

speechless! shocked! shocked! anyways.... ill gargle on his cock if he asked me to

⋆ need a hand? (sub!kai x fem!reader)

NSFW, MDNI!

warnings: sub!hyuka, dom!reader, fem!reader, mention of chaewon (lsrfm) eating blueberries😭, mention of ot5, praise, degrading, pet names (mommy, slut, good boy), orgasm denial

note: couldve just made this a hard thought but..... i love kai abit too much so slightly short fic it stays!

kai's been invited to a game night with your uni friends, so, of course you're coming too. you'd originally wanted to decline, but since kai loves games, why not accompany him? it's better than just rotting at home when everyone else is having fun at a party. he'd begged you to come anyway.

soon, you and kai are getting ready to leave. you're in a pretty little tank top and some comfortable jean shorts under your (his) favorite zip up hoodie. kai can't seem to take his eyes off you, and how hot you look when you're in his clothes.

"you look so pretty in my clothes, baby." kai said to you, smiling and looking you up and down while tying his shoes.

"don't get too distracted, hehe.. there's gonna be a lot of our friends around." you replied, playfully.

"what? i'm just saying... it's not like i'll ever get distracted.." he retreats.

despite kai subconsciously rubbing your thigh the whole car ride to your friends house, you both finally arrive as if nothing had happened.

the loud talking and lively atmosphere of the house greets you once you enter. there is already flashing lights and game music coming from every corner of the living room blasting in your ears.

you spot your best friend, chaewon, in the corner of the kitchen who's gobbling down bags of frozen blueberries on the counter while playing games on her phone all by herself. seemingly in her own world, totally oblivious of your— or anyone's existence, you decide to approach her yourself as kai kissed you on the cheek before going off to play with the rest of his friends.

"chae!! i missed you!!" you excitedly walk up to her.

"oh my go—" chaewon puts down the bag of blueberries, "girl! i haven't seen you around!!!" she continues, with blueberries stuffed in her mouth. she runs to hug you and you return the favor.

"what have you been doing? you look so lonely??" you ask her like a worried mother.

"i'm fiiiine," she replies. "i've just been playing random games that i can find in the app store on my phone." she continues. "but where's kai? i thought you're always with him?"

"well, he's with, you know. yeonjun, beomgyu they all. i figured i'd find my own friends, but i do wanna sit around with him, maybe later or something." you replied, as that was the reason you'd came anyway — him begging you to come with him as it would be "too boring" without you.

"hm... well, why don't you go accompany him? i think ill be okay eating blueberries for now. i'll come find you sooner or later though!" she said, followed by a silence between you two, as she was looking at you with a smug face.

"what? why're you making that face?"

"don't get too freaky with him here~ hehe!! now go!" she nudged you playfully.

"oh my god— chaeeee!!!" you said while walking back to the living room, waving to her. you can hear her giggles as her focus goes back to her phone.

just as you try to find kai and his friends in this swarm of people, your phone vibrates in your pockets — 3 text messages from kai.

pengpeng💕🐧

:: where are youuu? I'm lonelyyyyyyyyyyy

:: i'm at the corner in the livingroom w a bunch of beanbags, come find me once youre done talking 2 chaewon okk?

:: love you&lt;3

"you're so cute.. coming!" you reply to his texts. soon you find your way to the 'corner w beanbags' and find kai, sitting with the rest of his friends.

deciding to go surprise him, you sit down on his lap without his notice, and he immediately puts down the controller to say hi to you.

"oh hey!! you startled me a bit!" kai said in between giggles.

taehyun and soobin greets you from across the sofa, and yeonjun and beomgyu waves at you. you wave at all of them back and motion kai to continue playing.

kai nods at you, and you just stay there, on his lap watching the big screen.

he doesn't think you realize that he's growing hard,, and that he's messing up.

you think that some of his friends realize as well — since they're giving each other knowing looks, some even giggling at the fact that he's messing up.

"yo, kai, get it together!" beomgyu looked him up and down, clearly indicating you on kai's lap.

"oh my goddd shut up, gyu!" kai scoffed as his ears went red.

you pretend that you didn't notice anything with a confused look on your face. acting oblivious, you slightly shift your position in his lap, making him sigh loudly. you grin at that, but of course you wouldn't let him see.

you then "excuse yourself to the bathroom", take off your jacket and place it on his lap — again, initially just to cover his boner, but you decide on a better idea.

outside the bathroom, you text kai to "bring you some toilet paper". he arrives at the bathroom with a few sheets of toilet paper in one hand and the other trying to hide his boner, just to see you waiting outside the door.

"what-what're you doing outside the toilet? i thought—" was all he could mutter before you slam and lock the door, bringing him inside the bathroom with you.

you grab the toilet paper from him and put it aside before kneeling down in front of him.

"w-what are you?—" he whispered.

"shh, you think i didn't notice? don't make a noise or people will hear us." you answered while unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

"you noticed? i thought you..."

"how can i not?" you whispered.

pulling down his waistband, you see precum already seeping through the place where you can see the outline of his tip. now pulling down his boxers, his fully erect cock popped out and almost hit your nose.

you licked the remains of precum from his glowing red tip, warm on your lips. you give it a kiss, then slowly hollowing out your cheeks, opening your throat and dipping his cock into your mouth — taking him almost whole, but it was stopped by the feeling of his slit hitting the back of your throat. kai whined slightly at the feeling, and you had to give a squeeze to his thighs to remind him to be quiet.

you bobbed your head front and back while holding the base of his shaft and twisting it. kai placed a hand on your head for support as his knees were bending slightly.

"it feels s-so— mmh.... fuck.." he whispered, unable to control his moans.

you gave his cock a final lick before detaching your mouth from it and panting. you stroked it quickly and looked up at him for the first time after laying your mouth on him. he looked so fucked out, his hair was sweaty and his lips were twitching.

"do you want this or no?" you mumbled.

"p-please, mommy.. i'm sorry..." he answered, with a bit more caution this time.

"then shut up and take it, you slut. can't go anywhere without me having to fuck you, huh? huh??"

kai simply nodded. you sank back into him, now bobbing your head in and out at a faster pace than before, with each thrust being him hitting the back of your throat, his hips bucking due to sensitivity, strands of saliva connecting your lips and his stomach, and a bunch of little restrained sounds coming from him once in a while.

"s-shit,, i'm gonna cum."

you gagged on his cock to that, and instantly the sound made him pump streaks of semen down your throat, followed by little squirms and breaths,, squeezing your eyes, you swallowed every drop of him. you let go of his cock with a pop sound that left your mouth. both of you were panting like you'd both just ran a marathon — especially hyuka, who was red all over, and with a grip on your hair that seemed like he was gonna rip your scalp off. he slowly let go of your hair and pulled up his undergarments.

he zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. you stood up, brushed your clothing and gave him a final kiss before wiping your mouth.

"good boy. we're bringing this home." you whispered to him before leading him out of the stall and washing your hands. he could only nod at your words like an obedient puppy.

you both walked back to the living room, with the loud atmosphere booming in your ears once again. returning to the corner, you're met with all 4 of his friends looking at you both with expectancy.

"what took you both so long?" beomgyu asked with a smug grin on his face.

when kai doesn't answer,

"got the head you needed?" taehyun teased.

"n-no???, she just needed help with something." kai denys, his ears glowing red once again.

you continue to act oblivious and confused.

"yeah, just asked him for some toilet paper." you looked up at kai with the most innocent put on smile you've ever wore.

y'all both know damn right you didn't just ask him for some toilet paper.

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[muldermuse]

please can we see more of jealous gator and maybe a pregnancy scare in two sinners?

i fuckin love these crazy kids

jealous gator is coming!!! i promise!!

pregnancy scare drabble below the cut

warnings: mentions of morning sickness, pregnancy terminations, slut shaming etc

part of the two sinners works

You’d been ill all week, unable to keep any food down and feeling a level of exhaustion that had settled deep in your bones. Gator had text to ask to meet up nearly every day but you honestly couldn’t think of anything worse than having a man near you right now. You’d called in sick and spent the week feeling very sorry for yourself whilst lying on the couch watching whatever trash was on the TV. Whenever you glanced in the mirror; you were taken aback by how awful you looked. Your eyes were dull with dark bags underneath and your skin was pale. Your stomach rumbled but the thought of food made you retch. A pang of raw pain struck your stomach and your nausea doubled as you thought, when was the last time you had a period?

Was it this month?

The month before?

The past few weeks had been a lot, your job becoming overwhelming and life had begun taking steady, yet hard, digs at you. First, you got a flat tyre, then you dropped your phone and smashed your screen. Later the same week, your favourite jeans ripped at the thigh seam and to top it all off, this new guy you’d been speaking to had got back with an ex. 

So yeah, it was fair to say that your focus had not been on your menstrual cycle.

Without getting changed or bothering to make yourself look more presentable, you grab your keys and head to your local store to buy a test.

***

Gator was bored. This was the kind of day shift where usually he’d drop by your place and grip his hands into the fact of your ass as you rode him. He’d been desperate to see you all week but you’d been too ill. The thought of your body and the things you could do to make him feel good plagued his mind. He’d spent every night this week fisting his cock in the shower to thoughts of you whilst Glenda was crocheting in the next room. A trill ring snaps him out of his thoughts and he groans before answering- it’s Glenda.

“Hi hon, everythin’ okay?” he sounds exasperated but he knows that Glenda won’t pick up on that. Sometimes, he thinks that Glenda calls him just to hear her own voice.

“Yeah yeah, all good hon. Hey, guess who I saw buying a pregnancy test at the store?”

He knows that it’s you before she even says your name.

He feels the blood drain from his face and Glenda’s voice fades into static in the background.

This cannot be fucking happening. 

When was the last time you had slept together? Would you keep it? Is he going to be a dad? He thinks that you’d be a great mom but before that thought can even embed itself further in his brain; he pushes it away.

He tunes back into Glenda’s voice as she continues to talk to herself, “well y’know hon it’s like I said, with that many guy friends she has- somethin’ like this was bound to happen, dontcha think?”.

“Yeah hon, listen I gotta go alright? I’ll uh- I’ll see you at home” She tells him that she loves him before he hangs but he doesn’t say it back.

He puts the sirens on the car as he races to your home. The thoughts in his head are spinning that quickly that he’s beginning to feel numb, becoming too overwhelmed to focus on anything but driving. He dumps his car on your front lawn and tries hard not to run into your home. He tries to take deep calming breaths with each step, he thinks of his father and how Roy would kill him if he ever found out. The door is unlocked so he lets himself inside.

***

The test is face down on your bathroom counter and so is your phone screen. The package promised instant results in ‘just three minutes’ and you’d set a timer on your phone. You know Gator’s footsteps, they’re always urgent and stomping on your stairs. His face is white as he walks through your bathroom door and makes eye contact with you.

You're sat on the rim of your bath, “Glenda?” you ask as he nods; his eyes wide in panic. You huff, “I fuckin’ knew I saw her at the store”.

He’s silent as he sits next to you, anxiety radiating off his body and his breath quick. Neither of you look at each other until the alarm rings out, you stop it with one tap and take a deep breath as you hold the test in your hand. It’s still turned face down so you don’t know the answer yet. 

Your voice is shaky and you can feel tears threatening to pour down your face, “I don’t wanna look”.

Gator’s warm hand settles on your knee, his thumb rubbing in a  calming motion; you don’t know if he’s doing this for you or for himself. “We don’t have to look yet”.

You’re both in limbo; unsure how much time has passed. It could be five minutes or it could be an hour. The sun is still high in the clear sky and shining through the small window in your bathroom. It’s becoming stiflingly hot but you feel paralysed with fear. You’ll have to research clinics where you can have a termination, are you going to have to travel out of state? You and Gator could never be a family but, maybe you could keep the child a secret. Maybe you could move out of state together and raise your baby together. Maybe, in another town, you could both start afresh. You could be young lovebirds who are looking forward to starting a family together. No one would have to know what you’d both run from. The baby would never have to know about their psychotic grandfather. You have options and you feel a wave of calm wash over you. 

Before you can overthink it; you turn the test in your hands.

Negative.

Not pregnant.

Thank.

Fuck.

You both let out a shaky breath of relief.

“I’ve uh- I bought a few more, just in case it’s like a false negative or whatever. I’ll probably do two more now and then do one tomorrow maybe” you can feel the confidence returning to your voice. 

“Yeah, of course, I’ll go sit downstairs just y’know- do what you gotta do” you both exchange a quick smile before Gator heads downstairs. 

His heart is still pounding as he sits down on your couch, he isn’t sure if he’s relieved or upset. What the fuck is he thinking? Of course, he’s relieved. The two of you having a baby is completely out of the question. Maybe this scare should make him more concerned about sleeping with you and he considers that it could be time to stop this. His daddy is starting to pressure him more about proposing to Glenda and she’s dropping hints about marriage basically every day at this point. All these thoughts evaporate when you walk into the room holding three negative pregnancy tests. You straddle him and his hands grab your hips. You both spend the rest of the afternoon making out and trying to push the fear of the past few hours to the back of your mind. 

He can’t stop this.

He can’t let go of you.

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[sturniolosmind]

Does she even exist? - c. sturniolo

warnings: mentions of abuse and death, cursing

this will be from chris’s perspective (takes place when he’s 17-18 years old then it jumps till when he’s older at least 21-22) street names are made up! (they’re not famous in this)

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late night walks weren’t really my thing but tonight i felt like i really needed one especially to get an energy drink from the gas station a few blocks away from my house.

i felt my phone buzz looking down at it i see it’s a message from nate deciding ill read it later i check the time 1:45 am, shit i needed to get to the gas station before anyone notices i’m gone.

as i walked the streets the cool boston air hitting my face making my cheeks and nose turn a slight pink color, from the distance i can see the lights of the gas station.

at the corner of the gas station where the lights are dim a girl around my age is standing there alone she kept looking around as if she was looking for something or someone.

“hey, is everything alright?” i asked her my voice seeming to grab her attention as she slightly jumped “yes, i’m alright! sorry i’m just looking for my boyfriend” she spoke softly still looking around “is he in the store? maybe i could go get him or something” i spoke pointing at the store behind her.

“oh no! he’s at work but he should be getting here soon since he got off at 1:30.” she explained looking down at her watch i pulled out my phone to check the time 2:00am “do you know how far his work place is?” i said “yea he works at booster juice you know that restaurant that’s a few blocks away?”

“oh yea that’s a great restaurant! what’s your name by the way?” i asked now seeming intrigued by the strange girl in front of me “oh my name is y/n l/n what about you?” she replied now looking at me “oh i’m christopher sturniolo but you can call me chris, hey do you go to somerville high school?” “yea i do!” she smiled “really why haven’t i seen you around?” i asked “i don’t know i’m very quiet and get to class as soon as possible maybe that’s why” she said with a shrug.

we spent a good 30 minutes talking getting to know each other until i felt my phone buzz.

NICK:

where the fuck are you?! it’s 2:45am! you said you were going to get something from the gas station that was over an hour ago!

shit. i look at the time and it surely was almost three am i quickly replied to his message before putting away my phone. “sorry to cut our conversation short but my brothers are waiting for me at home, are you sure your boyfriend is coming? i mean it’s almost three am” asked looking around for any sign of a car approaching us. “oh yea that’s okay and yes im sure he’ll be here any minute don’t worry!” she smiled at me.

“well it was nice meeting you y/n i’ll see you around!” i said as i headed towards the store and grabbing the energy drinks and heading to the cash register i pay and head out, looking towards were y/n was standing just to see she wasn’t there anymore maybe her boyfriend did come pick her up after all.

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five years later

“oh my gosh remember that one time when we had hockey practice you accidentally ran into the wall because you tripped over chris hockey stick?” laughed nate as we were talking about old high school memories.

“i remember that!” laughed matt across from me as he nearly spilled his soda.

“i remember this one time chris scared the shit out of me!” spoke nick from next to me.

“what how?” asked matt leaning forward now intrigued by the conversation “yea it was like around january or so we were the only ones awake so he said he was going to the gas station a few blocks away to get a few energy drinks he didn’t come back till nearly three thirty am! what were you doing there for a long time?” questioned nick looking at me.

“oh i ran into y/n” i replied shrugging my shoulders “y/n?” asked nate confusion taking over his features “yea y/n you know y/n l/n? she had shoulder length hair and y/e/c eyes?” i said describing her but not seeming to ring a bell to the three boys in front of me “are you sure she went to high school with us?” asked matt

“yea she told me!” i replied “hold up i have the yearbook let me go get it” spoke nate as he made his way into the house.

not even five minutes later he came back yearbook in hand placing it in the table in front of us and flipping through all the pages no sign of her anywhere.

what? did i imagine her? was she even real? does she even exist?

“what the fuck, i swear i met someone that night named y/n and she went to our school!” i said pointing at the book confused as to why she wasn’t there.

-

the next morning i made my way to the library to research her online i tried looking for her social medias but nothing popped up.

as i walked in i made my way to the back where the computers where, i pull up the research bar and type in her name ‘no matches found’ read the screen fuck.

‘y/n l/n somerville high school’ i typed clicking the enter key to see if anything popped up ‘256 matches found’ the screen loaded to a bunch of articles “bingo” i smirked scrolling through the articles most of them being about the awards she’s gotten for being the top of her class or how she was nominated for scholarships.

nothing seeming to grasp my attention all being the same thing but rewritten as i was about to give up on my research an article at the end caught my attention,

‘TEEN GIRL FOUND DEAD IN THE WOODS BEHIND A GAS STATION NEAR OAK STREET!’

read the title of the article catching my attention i double click on it to get the full story when a newspaper article appeared on the screen making my heart drop.

‘local teen girl known as y/n was found dead in the woods behind a gas station near oak street, police say they’re investigating the incident but as far as we know the victim had several bruises on her face and body the cause of death being stabbed in the back thirteen times, the murderer has yet to be identified.’

published:1/24/99

said the article i looked through the whole article trying to find out if they ever found out who killed her or any updates on her death but nothing was updated since 1999, meaning it was a cold case and she never got her justice.

until now.

i’ll make it my mission to find out who killed her and why they did it even if it’s the last thing i do.

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how we feel about this? should i continue it? lmkkkk !!!

taglist: @sturnioloslurps @patscorner @hearts4chris @arisslifee

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[chaos-grimlin]

Maybe a stu macher x reader where stu likes the reader but he has to pretend he doesn't because he's with Tatum and every time a guy get close he gets really protective. Soon the reader is assigned a project with a guy and stu convinces billy to do the call/kill thing. The reader defends herself and gets away but is really banged up but the guy wasn't as lucky. The next day at school stu protect her from the press and they start to get closer. Sorry if this is long😬.

Alrighty! Thanks for the request! And dont worry if its long! I dont mind i got nothing else to do! I just love getting requests!!hope it's what you want!if not ill rewrite it

Fuck her i want you~ (Stu macher x fem reader)

(All in 3rd person and is a fem reader like the other request by this person said!)

Stu didn't know if his feelings for her were true or not. At first he thought they were just the shock of having a new person in their friend group after all these years, but, after a few months, Stu realized it wasnt shock... It was love.

Stu was shocked by his own feelings towards Y/n. Stu hasn't felt love in forever, he thought that the feeling of love died when he helped Billy kill Sidneys mother then found out that, if she got in the way, he'd have to kill Tatum too..

So..Stu fell out of love with Tatum, "why love someone youll end up killing?" Stu had always said to himself. And after a bit, he no longer felt the feeling of love, till Y/n came along.

He loved every bit of her. From top to bottom and even her personality. Stu loved it all.

Yet... Stu couldn't be with Y/n...because he had to stay with Tatum in order for Billy's plans to murder Sidney would go right. So all the desperately in love boy could do was watch as his feelings for you grew to the point that suffocated him.

Stu would watch Y/n from afar, watching her every step..stalking her.

Y/n was never aware of this, she'd always feel eyes watching her, but she never knew it was her bestfriend. Y/n would never expect Stu to stalk her..but..she did find one thing odd about him..

Stu always showed up as if on purpose when some guy or girl got too close, too flirty, or too touchy with her.

Y/n thought Stu was just being a good friend, protecting her from creeps, when in reality, Stu was becoming obsessed with her and didn't want anyone to take her from him..it got to the point Stu would spit out threats to Randy or Billy if they got too close or too touchy...Stu would do anything to keep her from being taken..

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"So, tonight at 6?" A brown haired boy asked Y/n as he raised an eyebrow at her.

Y/n nodded her head with a smile as she clutched her books tightly agaisnt her chest. "Yes! 6. Ill have everything set out and ready by then" Y/n said. "Alrighty then, see ya later" the boy said with a wave before turning on his heels and walking off.

Little did they know that Stu keep a sharp eye on them both, listening to every word that was spoken.

Stu watched at the boy walked off, fist pumping the air as he did.

Stu felt anger boil inside of him. "Why was HE going to HER house?!" Stu asked himself as he bit the inside of his cheek and clenched his fist tightly. That lowlife couldn't take her from him!

Stu's breathing became unsteady as he watched the boy walk up to his friends and start laughing and talking.

"Stu! You okay?" A gruff voice called out.

Stu cranned his neck and looked behind him, only to see his partner in crime, Billy Loomis.

"No im not fine" Stu said through gritted teeth and he fixated his eyes back onto the boy.

"Well what the hell is wrong?" Billy asked with a sigh. "That boy..the one with the Letterman jacket and brown shoulder length hair.. Hes going over to Y/n's tonight" Stu hissed out. "Okay...and?" Billy asked, not seeing why his friend was so pissed off.

"What of he tries something? What if he hurts her Billy?" Stu answered Billy's question with more questions. "Stu... They just have a proje-" "i dont care he shouldnt be going to her house!" Stu said, Cutting Billy off then turning around to face him. "You cant kill everyone who goes around her" Billy argued "it would give us away" he added. Stu rolled his eyes like a toddler. Billy knew that if Stu killed every girl or guy that got close to Y/n it would give them both away and neither of them wanted to end up in jail just yet.

"Just this once?" Stu pleaded. Billy let a long sigh escape his lips as he pinched the bridge of nose. "Fine..."

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Y/n swayed to the music that played through out her house as she got ready to start of her project. She laid out paper, glue, scissors, tape, snacks, and more.

Y/n hummed along to the music as she sat down a bowl of chips. And right at that moment her phone rung.

Y/ns eyes snapped over to the phone before she skipped over to the phone, took it off the hook and pressed it to her ear. "Hellllo?" Y/n said as she popped a chip onto her mouth.

"Well hello there" a deep distorted voice said from the other side of the line. "Heh, who is this?" Y/n said as she twirled the phone cord around her pointer finger. "Who is this?" The man said, asking the same question.

"Well..this is Y/n L/n, you may be looking for my parents... Mr and Mrs L/n" Y/n said, trailing off slightly. "Oh no no your who I was looking for" the man called out. "Oh..well...who is this?" Y/n asked again, tapping her foot onto the ground. "Oh well dont worry about that... All you need to know is that i know you and you know me." the voice purred out.

At that time there was a knock on the door. "Oh i gotta go! Bye bye" Y/n said quickly as she hung the phone back onto the hook, letting the call disconnect.

Y/n rushed over to the front door and fumbled as she opened it.

"Hey!" Y/n said as her e/c eyes locked onto a pair of green ones.

"Hey " the boy said.

Y/n moved out of the way and let the boy walk in, not knowing that she was being watched.

Stu and Billy sat behind a bundle of bushes. Stu lowered the voice changer and gripped the burner phone tightly in his hand, so tightly it could have cracked the screen. "Calm down dont get your panties in a wad, he'll be dead soon" Billy huffed out as he pulled the white father death mask over his face.

"He needs to be dead soon.." Stu said.

Billy signed. He had never seen his side of Stu.. The side that wanted people that were not involved dead...

"Go.. Ill call her again" Stu said as he held the voice changer close to his lips and the phone to his ear.

"So how do you wanna do this?" Y/n asked as she fixed her shorts. "Hm.. I was thinking we could do everything on a timelinish scale, but...spice it up ya know?" The boy said as he took his Letterman jacket off and laid it on the floor beside him.

"Nice jacket" Y/n said as he eyes trailed over the jacket. "Oh..uh..thanks" the boy choked out. "Were did you get it?" She asked. "I played football here last year so i got it." The boy said with a shrug. "Ah cool! Also what was your name again?" Y/n asked, going off topic. "Oliver"

(No not a character from scream i made Oliver up)

Y/n nodded, and once she did, the phone rang again.

A sight escaped her lips as she forced a smile. "Ill be back" she said before standing up and walking to the phone and picking it up. "Hello" she said.

"Hello again pretty lady" the same distorted voice said through the phone. "Okay, who the hell is this?" She said, putting her hand on her hip. "Oh no one but a secret admirer of yours." The voice cooed. Y/n was at a loss for words. He struggled to regain her voice. "Hey, stop calling me okay? Im busy" "DONT YOU HANG UP ON ME"

At that, Y/n froze. "Yeah.. Now you listen.."

Y/n stayed quiet.

"I know you wanna go back and have...fun...with that boy you carelessly let in...but! You are mine! If anyone tries to take you from me i swear their organs will be spread all over town.. You hear me?!"

Out of panic, Y/n slammed that phone down onto the hook. "Help me lock the doors and windows!" Y/n choked out as she rushed to the side window and shut the latch. "What? Why?" Oliver questioned. "HELP ME LOCK THE DOORS AND WINDOWS DAME IT!" Y/n screeched out as she looked at Oliver.

Oliver nodded as he rushed off and locked the front door.

Y/n looked back at the window, only for her blood to run cold as she was met with the dark black eyes of the father death mask.

A scream escaped her throat as the masked person punched the glass, breaking it.

Y/n stumbled back as the person pulled theirself through the broken window.

"RUN!" Y/n screamed as she started running.

Y/n rushed to the front door as Oliver looked back and saw the person.

Oliver's eyes went wide as he fumbled with the lock. "Fuck fuck fuck" the boy muttered as he soon opened the door.

Y/n grabbed ahold of his hand as they both ran. Y/n stole a glance back only to see the person running at full speed at her at Oliver.

Y/n forced her legs to run faster but, in the end, like every tragic story..

Her feet caught onto each other and she fell, bringing Oliver down with her.

Y/ns head hit the concrete road, scraping at her exposed skin.

Oliver stumbled, but didn't fall.

"Um..they are catching up to us..GET THE FUCK UPP" Oliver screamed as he pulled Y/n up by her arm and practically dragged her up.

Y/ns head was spinning as she ran.

She head bellowing footsteps right behind her, and what followed was pain rushing through her back.

A blood curdling scream left her throat as the knife the person had sliced down her back.

Y/n felt the blood trickle down her body as the person grabbed her wrist, pulled her away from Oliver and carelessly threw her to the floor.

Y/n's head bounced off the road as she was thrown.

Her head was throbbing and her vision was fading in and out, and before long, she lost conciousness, the last the she flet before she passed out was blood peppering her skin....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip to maybe 2 weeks later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/n slowly walking up to Woodsboro high, her brain still foggy since she had just left the hospital.

Her conscious was overloaded with guilt as she saw countless news reporters lining around the school, doing reports on the brutal murder of Oliver..

Y/n flet tears flood into her eyes as she hung her head low.

"Y/n!" A voice called out.

Y/n peered up and saw Stu rushing up to her, a concerned look dawning his face.

Stu had told Billy not to hurt her,but, he sliced her back.

Y/n was quick to rush up to Stu and engulf him into a tight hug, burying her face in his chest as tears pooled from her eyes.

Stu froze for a second before he quickly hugged Y/n back, pulling her closer to him.

This is what Stu wanted..

Stu yearned for her touch..he longed to feel you near him..and now he got what he wanted.

"Y/n!!" A pitchy voice rang out.

Y/n pulled away from Stu as she saw a flood of news reporters start to swarm her.

"Is it true Oliver woods was murdered in front of you?" "Was there a reason the killer spared you?" "Is what what you told police true?!"

Y/n felt her brain overload as she watched at the cameras that were on her and all the microphones that were shoved into her face.

"Leave her alone!" Stu hissed out as he pulled Y/n to his side and started to force himself and her through the crowd of news reporters.

Y/n gripped onto stu like a child as they walked.

Y/n toned out all their questions. And soon, she no longer was surrounded by reporters.

Y/n looked up at Stu with tear filled eyes as he looked down at her.

"Hey don't cry.. They arent going to bother you.. Im here to help you " he said softly as he cupped her cheek and used his thumb to wipe away her stray tears.

Y/n felt..calm... Around Stu..

Like all her worry and guilt dripped off her bones when Stu came around.

"Thanks" she whispered...

And at that... Y/n hardly ever left his side..

they became clsoer and closer and Stu fell more in love..

And he knew for a fact that he would have her after Billy kills Tatum...

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