#and ignores your side - only to basically say she was waiting for you to cause an issue so she could rant about you to you

[box-milk]

Mami

Pairing ~ Ingrid Engen x Norwegian!reader

Genre ~ Fluff

Warnings ~ short, reader is embarrassingly shy, pina and patri antics, Google translated Spanish/Norwegian.

You hummed lightly to the beat you created by tapping your feet after you finished tying the laces on your boots waiting for practice to start when pina plopped down next to you on the bench with a mischievous smile on her face.

You knew that smile anywhere despite only being on the team for a few months. It was nothing but trouble, so you decided to ignore her, hoping she'd grow bored eventually and leave you alone. That wasn't the case when the girl decided to poke you continuously in your ribs.

"For all that's holy pina, what?" You huff out at the younger girl, which causes her smile to increase. " we have an offer for you".

"We?"

Just as you questioned the girl with a confused rasie of an eyebrow, her "other half" appeared, throwing her arm over your shoulders and sitting on your other side. "Si, we."

You sigh softly knowing that pina and patri wouldn't let you go now that you're sandwiched between them. "Fine, what do you lot want?"

"We want you to talk to ingrid." Patri said with a simple shrug of her shoulders, and your cheeks immediately take the colour of a tomato. The entire team knew you were painfully shy and refused to form conversations about anything non work related unless it was initiated by another person.

So when pina and patri basically adopted you into their little group, you didn't feel the need to or have the courage to build a relationship pass professional with the rest of the team.

The smirk grows on the pairs' lips causing them to look like the cheshire cat. Along with your shyness, everyone knew of your crush on ingrid expect the Norwegian herself. So you silently spiralled on what you'd even say to the woman.

"And not just talk, amiga. You'll only address her as mami."

Pina added, causing you to immediately choke on your own saliva while patri tried to help with light pats on your back until your breathing is back in control. Just when you got your bearings, ingrid herself comes over looking at you with concern.

"Are you OK Kjæreste?"

You nodded quickly with your cheeks puffed out, trying to contain another coughing fit. The duo at your sides trying to keep from laughing at the awkward interactions between their teammates. Ingrid left after a pat on your back, causing you to short circuit at the gentle touch.

Pina let's out the laugh she's been holding while patri takes a little pity, seeing as she can feel the heat from your face. "How is this an offer drittsekker?." Hitting both of their thighs.

"We'll do whatever you want for a month."

"egentlig a month?"

"Si. So do you accept." Patri's smile is almost daring, and you can't help but accept.

"Si"

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You stood after practice listening to lucy as she gave you some pointers on how to improve your defending when ingrid came up to you with a water bottle. It's not unusual for anyone on the team to hand you water bottles at random times given that you fainted once cause you forgot to hydrate.

You gratefully accepted the cool bottle, taking a few sips when you remembered the agreement between you and the two trouble makers.

"Thank you mami." Ingrid fumbled before dropping the other bottle she had in her hand while Lucy stared between you with her jaw on the floor and you tried to control your racing heart by excusing yourself from the pair.

"You have balls pequeña I'll give you that." Patri pats your back when you walk up to her having heard the exchange between you and the tall brunette. "Are you sure this won't make ingrid uncomfortable?"

Patri looks over your shoulder to see Lucy trying to get ingrid back down to earth and shrugged. "She'll be fine"

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You spent most of the week calling ingrid mami at the most inappropriate times catching her off guard and making her the brunt of your teammates teasing until she had just about enough of it and decided to confront you.

The door slamming open causes everyone to go completely silent while your eyes go wide as ingrid paced towards you, trapping you between her body and the cubby.

The brunette brings her lips down to your ear before she speaks. "Listen here kjære I don't know what kind of game it is you're playing but it ends here forstå?"

The scent and the heat of the Norwegian's breath leave you unresponsive, causing the latter to roll her eyes and grab onto your neck. "I said,Do you understand kjære?"

With widen eyes, you stared into the older girls darken one and nodded quickly. "Words kjære"

"Yes."

Ingrid smirks before giving your neck a slight squeeze "yes what?"

You swallow deeply, looking around the room for help, but even the two that got you into this mess are avoiding eye contact. "I hate having to repeat myself kjære. Yes what?". Ingrid's eyebrow is raised noting her exhausted patience.

You swallow thickly again before giving her the answer she wants. "Ja...mami."

"Good girl." Ingrid smirks lightly tapping your cheek before her bubbly smile is back when she faces her teammates and walks out of the locker room with her kit bag.

When the door closes behind her, your body crumbles out of your cubby as you faint.

"Y/n!"

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An: this was trashhh

#woso community #woso imagine #woso x reader #ingrid engen x reader fluff #ingrid engen x reader #ingrid engen fluff #ingrid engen

[d3adp00ls]

Leave me alone…

Vanessa (fnaf movie) x reader

Summary: continuation of my “clingy” Fic

Contents/warnings: Angst, hurt with no comfort, hospitals, tears, talks of car crashes, mentions of comas (dw no one is in a coma…in this at least…), broken bones, more arguing, Mike is mentioned, Vanessa gets a lil jealous, It's implied that the reader may be bi but you can easily ignore it.

Word count: Loading…

Side note: 🌚🌚🌚

Pt.1 pt.3

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Vanessa was freaking the fuck out.

After the events of last night, she went to sleep to try and just forget about it all but when she woke up she was greeted not by you but by 100+ missed calls from your friends and even some from Mike, which she could've just ignored thinking you probably just went to one of their houses and vented to them. And she was about to just toss her phone and move on with her day but one missed call made her pause in her actions.

The hospital? Why the hell would the damn hospital call her?

That leads us back to where Vanessa is freaking out.

She had called the hospital hesitantly only to find out that apparently you got into a car crash and that she was the first person on your emergency contact list, the second Vanessa heard that you were hurt she thought the worst, she didn't even let the person on the other end of the call finish before she was halfway out the door the only thing that stopped her in her tracks was the little box that you had threw away the night before during your argument. She moved to pick it up and examined it before she opened it and a gasp escaped her lips.

It was a necklace with your first initial and a heart in the middle then her initial, it was so beautiful, it made her heart shatter and tears began to build up and real guilt began to settle in as she lifted it up to look at it more before placing it back into the box, closing it and pocketing it before wiping the few tears that had escaped and grabbing her coat and rushing out the house.

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Vanessa was once again, freaking the fuck out.

She had made it to the hospital and didn't hesitate to go straight to the front desk and started asking the desk lady where you were but the desk lady had her finger shoved so far up her ass she immediately cut Vanessa off saying that she couldn't just barge in and begin demanding answers and that she would have to wait before she could visit anyone.

Vanessa had snapped

She didn't mean to but she did, she didn't have time to hear some pathetic excuse from some bitch who just didn't wanna do her fucking job. She would worry about maybe apologizing later but right now it didn't matter she had to make sure you were okay. So when the woman shakily handed Vanessa her pass she snatched it and only took one glance at it before basically sprinting to where the pass said your room was located.

Now she was frozen standing in front of the bed you were currently lying unconscious in. She could feel tears begin to build up at the thought of you possibly being in a coma when she finally moved to take a step someone else entered the room causing her to look behind her, her guard immediately rising before she saw it was just the doctor with a nurse following behind her.

The doctor's brow furrowed at Vanessa for a moment before they lifted and she hummed and held her hand out.

“You must be Vanessa, I’m Dr. Sylla and this is Nurse O’hara,” Vanessa looks at her hand before looking back at her face.

“Is she okay?” Vanessa rushed out and the doctor's brows rose before she took her hand back and let it rest at her side.

“She got into a crash so-” Vanessa was quick to cut the doctor off with more questions,

“Is she dying? Is she hurt? That's a dumb question of course she is, but is she going to be okay? oh my god is she in a coma, is she gonna-” The doctor's eye twitched at Vanessa's frantic talking trying to get her to stop so she could answer at least some of the questions, but they just kept coming, and she was about to give up until another voice spoke out.

“Vanessa please, shut the fuck up!”

Everyone’s heads snapped toward your voice Vanessa's eyes went wide as she saw you trying to sit up with a slightly pained expression on your face, she didn't hesitate to rush to your side as you finally got as comfortable as you could be with all the pain coursing through your body.

You glanced at Vanessa forcing a tight-lipped smile on your lips as she looked at you with worried glassy eyes her hands moving to help you but she stopped halfway unsure of how to even touch you without hurting you more.

“You should see the other guy,” you say playfully trying to lighten the mood before you let out a shaky breath when one of your legs moved slightly.

“He got out with basically nothing but a cut on his face that'll definitely turn into a cool ass scar later,” you say with a dry chuckle but when you glance at Vanessa again she doesn't seem at all amused by your words causing you to frown and look away from her.

The nurse gave you your tray of food and the Doctor was finally able to sit Vanessa down and explain to her your condition before they both finally got up and let you both have some alone time.

You refused to even glance at Vanessa as you picked at your food suddenly losing your appetite as she continued to look at you intensely.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly and it made you slightly flinch not expecting her to speak up.

“Uh, as okay as a person with two broken legs can be, I suppose,” you say with a chuckle, and when you finally met her gaze her brows were furrowed and a frown was still placed on her face causing you to frown before letting out a sigh and dropping the fork on the plate.

“Look are you just gonna sit there and stare at me or are you gonna tell me what's happening in that head of yours?” You ask, slightly snapping at her, you didn't want to start another argument with her or anything you were just already irritated that you wouldn't be able to walk normally again for the next 8 weeks or so, you really weren't in the mood for getting scolded by her right now but by the way, shes just staring at you saying nothing you kind of wish she would scold you, at least she would be talking then.

“What do you mean?” she mumbles finally looking away from you and you let out a huff,

“I mean, are we just gonna sit here and act like my legs are the only problem we have right now? Or are we actually going to talk about the reason why I even left in the middle of the night and ended up here,” You state, irritation clear in your voice, Vanessa looked at you for a moment and you could tell she was thinking before she sighed through her nose and went to pull something out of her pants pocket before placing it on the bed next to you. You raise a brow at her before looking down to be greeted with the gift box that you had the night before. You didn't understand why she had it you thought you threw it away so as you reached for it with furrowed brows she began to speak.

Her words were barely audible as she mumbled, “It's really pretty.” You let out a frustrated sigh and turned your head away from the necklace, trying to hide your disappointment. “I got it because I thought you would like it,” you replied, shifting your focus to the monitor screen instead of Vanessa.

“Oh, did you get one too?” Vanessa's voice broke through the silence. You nodded, but before you could open your mouth, she cut in, "A bracelet, right? Because you always break your necklaces." Her teasing tone brought a small smile to your face, but it quickly faded as you looked back at her. She was still playing with the necklace, a sad expression on her face. Your heart ached at the sight.

“Why are you even here?” You blurted out, unable to keep the confusion and hurt out of your voice. Vanessa furrowed her brows, her smile disappearing.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, after I slapped you, I thought you wouldn't want to see me again. And the doctor said they tried calling you, but you didn't answer, so they called Mike instead.” You couldn't help but mention Mike, not realizing that it would bother Vanessa.

“Mike? I didn't know he was on your emergency contact list.” Her voice was laced with jealousy and it only added to the tension in the room.

“He's my best friend, Vanessa. He's been on there since before we even started dating.” You stated matter-of-factly, not wanting to deal with any unnecessary drama.

"Well, maybe he should be here instead since he's your new boyfriend and all." Vanessa's words were harsh and you couldn't help but groan in frustration.

"Can we not do this today, please?" you pleaded, wanting to avoid a fight.

"Do what? I'm just saying, maybe he should be here if you think he cares about you more than I do." Vanessa's tone was dismissive and it only fueled your anger.

“First off, ew. He's like a brother to me, and secondly, I never said I thought you didn't care about me.” You shot her a glare, trying to make her understand that you didn't appreciate her jealousy.

“Listen, I don't know what your problem is, but if you're going to act like this the whole time you're here, maybe you should just leave.”

Your words were cold and you could see Vanessa flinch, but she quickly recovered and shot you a glare in return. The tension between you was palpable and you could only hope that it wouldn't ruin your relationship further.

"I don't have a problem," she began, but you quickly cut her off.

"You do have a problem! And it's sad, because your actions have caused all of this fucking chaos, yet you have the nerve to act upset!" You yelled, noticing her jaw clenching as she looked at you.

"How is this my fault? I'm not the one who decided to leave in the middle of the night and get into a car crash, ending up in the hospital."

"Maybe I wouldn't have left if you had kept your promise and showed up on time for OUR anniversary!" You shouted, seeing her taken aback before she clenched her hands into fists.

"MAYBE I WOULD SHOWN UP ON TIME IF YOU WEREN’T SO CLINGY ALL THE TIME!!" She retorted, causing you to flinch. But then her words sank in and you froze. “MAYBE I WOULDN'T FUCKING TAKE EARLY SHIFTS THAT LAST UNTIL MIDNIGHT IF YOU WOULD GIVE ME SOME SPACE ONCE IN A WHILE!?” She continued, not even noticing the tears forming in your eyes as she paced around, still shouting.

"I JUST DON'T LIKE BEING AROUND YOU 24/7 ITS GETTING SICKENING!" she finished, looking back at you and seeing the tears on your cheeks and the pain in your eyes.

After a moment of tense silence and staring at each other, you finally mumbled, "Alright..."

Slowly nodding your head, you could see the regret and guilt on Vanessa's face as she stared at you, frozen in place. But it didn't matter, she had shared her feelings and you couldn't control them, no matter how much they hurt you.

"I-….I'm sorry for making you feel that way. I never meant to," you stuttered, avoiding eye contact and wiping away your tears.

"Y/n, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it," Vanessa started, but you shook your head.

"It's fine. Just go. I'll be okay," you mumbled, not wanting to look at her any longer.

"My love...please, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that-," she pleaded, moving towards you and reaching for your arm. But you quickly pulled away and closed your eyes.

"I don't care. Just go," you said, wiping away more tears with the back of your hand.

"But-"

"I SAID GO! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" You yelled, turning your head to face her.

Vanessa took a step back, her expression shocked and her eyes filled with tears. She swallowed and nodded slowly.

"Okay..." she mumbled, walking towards the door but pausing to look back at you.

"I'm sorry...for everything," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. But you didn't even look at her, your heart shattered and your emotions too raw to even respond. She sighed and walked out, closing the door behind her and leaving you alone.

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Well, this is not what I had in mind at all for the ending but, it works!! Anyways imma try and get part 3 out sometime next week. So for now TOODLES 🤪✌🏾

#❦𝐵𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎❦ #✰𝕄𝕪𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤✰ #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa afton x reader #vanessa afton #fnaf vanessa #vanessa shelly #fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

[slvthrs]

ALL THE THINGS WE MEANT TO SAY | vinnie hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

one stupid red hoodie makes it impossible for you to do anything and the only thing you can do is try to give it back

OLD BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, ANGSTY, + some fluff, sex, making out, grinding, oral (f receiving) praise kink, cheating, they're both not the best people but they're in love

word count: 4.7k <3

This dumb fucking hoodie.

I don’t know what to do with it. 

I’ve had it for a week now and it’s been sitting on my desk, folded perfectly and untouched.  The red on it is slightly faded and cat hair covers it instead of dog now but it still is the same crewneck that I loved on Vinnie and the same one I would wear every time I slept over at his.

But now I can’t even touch it. It smelt like him, it felt like him, it was just so Vinnie and it was too much for me.

3 days I spent trying to just ignore it despite everything my friends said, also trying to ignore Vinnie’s calls and texts.

And now I’ve spent 2 hours on a call with my best friend, Bowie, debating what to do with that stupid hoodie.

“I swear to god just get rid of it, burn it, rip it to shreds I don’t know babe just do something to get rid of it.” Bowie argues

She’s always been better at relationships than me. To the point that she and her girlfriend were planning for their one year anniversary in 2 weeks while I was her worried about a boy I haven’t seen in years.

“I can’t get rid of it, Bow.” I sigh

“Oh c’mon! Vinnie slept with you and literally RAN away the next day and refused to talk to you for 3 years, PLUS he has a girlfriend… you know you deserve better!”

“I know, you're right but I just can’t Bowie, I’m sorry.”

“Why,” She exclaims, “What is so special about this stupid hoodie and Vinnie?”

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“I actually think I’m gonna die, Mom please hurry up.” I sigh, clutching my stomach.

We’ve been on the road for 5 hours now and we haven’t taken a single bathroom brake since we couldn’t spot a gas station but my bladder was screaming at me

“You're so dramatic, y'know that right?” Vinnie quips from the seat next to me causing me to throw my bag at his chest.

He’s sitting with his headphones in, playing some game on his console with the light from the window shining on the side of his face illuminating his side profile so perfectly. 

The pain in my stomach doesn’t stop and I bend forward resting my head against the seat in front of me with my hands holding my stomach tight.

I feel a hand rubbing on my back and I realize it’s Vinnie trying to help and then suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and everything just clicks.

I’m on my fucking period. 

“Mom,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Please tell me you found a bathroom, I’m pretty sure I just got my goddamn period.”

She tries to reassure me and turns into a parking lot while Vinnie keeps rubbing my back and offers me food to which I throw it at his face.

We finally get to a run down bath station which I run into with everything I need and I’m able to clean up but there's still a huge stain in my pants and for some reason I feel tears well up in my eyes and I just sit on the point seat for about 5 minutes until I finally force myself to wipe my tears and get up.

I walk back to the car but I hear a voice shouting at me from behind.

“Hey wait up!” It’s Vinnies, he’s holding a bag with snacks and a hoodie in his right hand, leaving the shop nearby. 

“Take this, it’ll cover your pants up, plus it’s a Washington sweatshirt, and your favorite color!”

It’s a pretty red with white letters spelling out our state. It’s too big for me, most probably Vinnie’s size. 

It’s cute. 

He helps me wrap the sweatshirt around my waist and walks with my back to the car right next to me.

We settle back into our seats and thank god that no blood spilled onto the car seat.

With all the bags and the fact that we were in the back with the rest of our families in the front plus Vinnie basically grew a foot over the year, we were crammed together in the back seats with our legs hitting the others and our shoulders touching.

I end up plugging my headphones in and listening to music while staring outside the window, looking at the trees and the sky trying to take in nature but not even 30 minutes in and my stomach hurts again.

I try to hold it but Vinnie realizes and dumps the plastic bag of all the stuff he brought on my lap.

I look into it and I see chocolate, all my favorite candy and snacks, bottles of my favorite soda and medicine in there. 

He didn’t buy anything for himself, he only bought stuff for me.

“Thank you Vin.” But my voice comes out no louder than a whisper.

“Eh, don't sweat it, you're awful on your period.” He laughs and I punch him in the shoulder.

“Asshole.” I mutter.

I end up falling asleep with my head on his shoulder listening to Ivy by Frank Ocean.

I never forgot that roadtrip; it was 2 years before Vinnie left for LA.

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“You just don’t get it Bow, I can’t get rid of it!” I reiterate.

The phone call goes silent as I droop against my head board sighing. 

My eyes roam back to the hoodie again.

I should give it back to him.

“What if I give it back to him?” I mutter to Bowie

“Babe no,” She continues, “You're using this as an excuse to go see him and it’s not gonna end up well.”

“But Bow-” I try to reason with her but she cuts me off.

“C’mon, we both know you shouldn’t go see him.” 

“I know, I know. I’ll call you tomorrow; Love you.” I tell her

“I love you too, get some rest.” And she ends the call

I lay down on my bed staring back up at the ceiling. 

Bowie is right, I’m just trying to make an excuse to see Vinnie and he probably doesn’t even want the hoodie back.

My mind goes blank as I stare up at the wall.

Bowie is right.

But I rarely ever do what’s right.

I get up and grab the hoodie, the bag it came with along with my phone and car keys and walk down to the parking lot and before I realize it I’m punching in the code to Vinnie’s house I got from Harvey into the GPS and driving off.

The road is wet from the rain which happens once in a blue moon and there is a surprisingly few number of cars on the road for this city but I try to look at that as a positive.

I try to put some music on and it auto plays to ‘White Ferrari’ by Frank Ocean and suddenly I remember this is an awful idea.

What if he’s home with Allison?

What if he doesn’t wanna see me?

What if he refuses to take the hoodie back?

What if I make a fool of myself?

Panic racks up in my brain and thousands of ‘what ifs’ terrify me. Just the thought of Vinnie not wanting to see me makes me wanna drive my car off a bridge but I try to push every negative thought away.

I skip the next few songs until my phone lands on “Black Beauty” by Lana Del Rey. 

Every single day after Vinnie got his license we would blast this song, screaming the lyrics and staying out until our parents would call us home.

He loved to drive and I loved just sitting there in his presence, not even talking just being there with each other, it was our favorite thing to do together.

Now I have to drive myself everywhere in a black Honda Civic. 

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“This car is actually fucked you don’t get it like everything about it is broke what the hell did my dad make me fix this shit? I fucking hate Hondas.” Vinnie whines, he loves fixing cars but still always drags me to sit there and watch him do it whilst I text my friends.

The dust and oil lay cover his face whilst he sits there with black gloves and poking and prodding under the hood of the car.

“Oh c’mon are you even listening to me?” 

“Yes yes I promise! And why don’t you just tell your dad you can’t fix this car?” I tilt my head to the side practically begging to finish this up.

“No, I’m gonna finish this and then we’re going out for ice cream.” He says with his chest puffed like it’s an amazing, unthinkable plan.

“Whatever Hacker, at least this car is cool.” I say sliding my hand across the shine of the black.

“It’s not. You just like every black car.” He shrugs but he’s right, I love black cars.

“Hey when we grow up I’ll buy you a black JDM so we can match.” He huff’s and I can feel a smile tugging the corners of my lips.

“We both know I’ll be the one making enough money to buy a car.” 

“Whatever, as long as I get to drive you around in it.” He replies

I smile to myself imagining Vinnie and I when we were old still doing the same things we did as kids, driving and smoking until the sun comes up.

A familiar feeling in my stomach rises as we return to doing our own thing and I return to texting on my phone.

“Who have you been texting so much anyways?” He asks about 10 minutes putting some random tool down and picking up another

“No one Vin, it’s just that guy from that skate shop, he’s actually kinda cool I think you would like him!”

“Oh.” He replies in that voice he gets when he tries to not get mad

“Yeah! He asked me to go on a date with him to a skatepark.” I reply beaming.

“You're joking right? I ask you to go every week but you never do,” He reminds me whilst twisting something inside the car, “ But you’ll go with the sketchy guy from a skate park who always smells like weed and let me remind you, I’m literally a better skater than he is!”

“Dude it’s not that serious it’s just some dumb date!” I raise my voice at him but I don’t even understand why

“Fuck fine whatever just don’t come back crying when the date goes horribly with that guy.” He retorts staring dagger in my direction

“Whatever, I'm not gonna come back crying and you're just being a dick cause no one wants to go out with you.” I walk off when I finish leaving Vinnie in his dad’s garage.

Vinnie was right however, the date went terribly that night. He picked me up an hour late and all we did was smoke and walk around and when I wanted to leave he got pissed I didn’t hook up with him.

I ended up walking by foot to Vinnie’s house and ended up spending the rest of the evening crying into Vinnie’s familiar red Washington crewneck.

That was 3 weeks before Vinnie left for LA.

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The drive feels like it’s going so slow. 

My mind is so scattered that I keep zoning out until the robotic voice of the GPS snaps me out of my self induced trance. 

The closer I get to Vinnie’s house the harder it gets to breathe and the more my mind keeps disassociating. 

My eye’s keep getting foggy and I start getting scared that I shouldn’t be driving in this condition.

I run my hands through my hair, pulling at the roots.

It’s dry, I need to put oil in it.

I watch as the lights flash from red to green and watch as the trees sway due to the rain, watching stray’s scatter across the road’s and how my windshield wipers turn from one side to another trying to flick all the water droplets off.

The more breaths I take, the shallower they get before I finally decide to pull over on the side of the road.

My head falls against the wheel as I try to relax, forcing myself to take slow deep breaths, in through my nose and out of my mouth.

But I jolt my head back up as I get a call, grabbing my phone and picking it up, praying it’s not Bowie.

“Hello?” I whisper into my phone

“Jesus, Y/n where the fuck are you?” Vinnie replies back at me

“Vinnie? What the hell are you talking about?” My voice rises

“Outside your house, I’ve been waiting for like 10 minutes, where are you?” I can hear the rain pattering on the other side of the call. 

“Fuck, I have a key under my doormate, I was just…out.” I half-lie.

“Just get here okay?” His voice is softer now and I can hear him unlock my door and walk in, ending the call.

What the fuck.

What is Vinnie doing at my house?

How does he even know where I live?

A thousand questions race through my head as I take my car out of park and turn it to drive back to my house, pressing on the gas and driving as fast as I can. 

I arrive back there in about fifteen minutes and as I pull my car into the parking spot I suddenly become very aware of what I left the house wearing.

It was my black bralette and a pair of low rise sweats and I slammed my head against my wheel again.

I’m not going to see Vinnie in this yet there's nothing in my car to cover me up.

I mentally swear at myself for not thinking ahead enough cause even if I got to Vinnie’s house was I really gonna walk in wearing just a bralette and sweats?

The only thing in this car, besides me, is that red hoodie sitting right next to me, basically taunting me.

The stupid hoodie I tried to ignore for a week, sitting there, being my only option- it was like karma.

I slip the hoodie over my head as the neckline dangles over my shoulder. The sleeves are far too big and threads are coming loose. But one thing is most noticeably different, it’s scent. 

What used to be old Axe body spray mixed with sweat, weed and dog smell, is now Dior cologne, teakwood, with smoke but with something else. 

It’s pretty lavender and the essence of pineapple- Allison’s scent.

He gave our hoodie to her.

The hoodie he gave me he gave her.

I take a second to breathe again, letting the cool air enter my body and try to cool me off in the process.

I get so entranced in the hoodie that I nearly forget I’m supposed inside with Vinnie.

I slip out of the car and ever so slightly push down the handle walking into my own home with heavy steps, far too upset to try to be quiet.

I slip past the shoe rack and through the mirror and art littering my house. 

Barely any lights are on and I can smell coffee from the morning and smoke from earlier in the day as I walk into my living room.

And there he is.

The same guy who left me days after he turned 18, after everything. He’s just sitting on my couch.

His head is tipped back with his hair damp from the rainwater, his legs are spread apart as he has his phone in his right hand whilst his left is fidgeting and picking at the skin surrounding his thumb. It was always his dumb tick that he did when he was stressed and I can’t help but feel worried.

“Vinnie.” I breathe out so desperately it sounds like a prayer

He stands up so fast he nearly loses his balance and he walks over to me in quick, hurried strides as he catches his balance like a baby giraffe running to its mother.

“Fuck I didn’t realise you arrived.” His voice is no louder than mine.

“Why wouldn’t I, Hacker?” His last name is all I can bear to muster to his face, “It is my home isn’t it?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He stops and breathes,”Hey, you're wearing the hoodie.”

A smile bleeds onto his face and a light blush quickly accompanies it.

“Yeah all my other hoodies were in the wash.”

And the smile fades away.

“Oh, of course.” He stops for a second, “But um, where were you?”

“It’s funny actually I was on my way to your house.” I chuckle to myself avoiding eye contact with Vinnie but he doesn't laugh.

He steps closer to me and now he’s towering right above me

“Why were you coming to my house?” He asks, his eyebrows knit together, looking at me confused.

His hands gently pull my chin up so I can look at him and for a second he looks like the same guy I fell in love with for the first time.

But I pull away, it’s not the same. 

It’s never going to be the same again.

“I wanted to give you your hoodie back.” I say looking away from him

“But it’s not mine… I gave it you to keep-” I cut him off

“I don’t care Vinnie, you have a girlfriend, I haven’t seen you in 3 years I didn’t want your stupid hoodie asshole, I wanted you.” 

I say the last part before I realize what I just said with shaky eyes and a stuttered breath.

Everything goes quiet, we don’t say a word, we don’t even move. The only sound in my house is the dripping of my broken sink and the brushing of the plants across the wall.

“Fine.”

“What?” 

“Fine, give me the hoodie. It’s what you wanted to do anyways.”

Is he fucking serious right now?

“Sure whatever.” I grit through my teeth

I pull the plush of the hoodie off letting it settle in my hands before passing it back to Vinnie and then bringing my hands back up to my chest trying to cover myself up.

He takes the hoodies and holds it in his hand whilst his eyes rake over my body, going over the curves, watching as my skin ebbs and flows from my bralette into my sweatpants and as my hair sits, flowing over my shoulder like I’m the prettiest thing in the world.

“Allison.” I spit out like venom, a lot meaner than I intended, trying to catch Vinnie’s attention again.

“Huh?” He asks, his tone bleeding with disinterest

“Your girlfriend… remember?” 

“Right.” Yet he still doesn’t look away from me. 

His eyes rake all over my body watching, trying to memorize everything that has changed over the past 3 years. He’s trying to take everything in.

“You should leave Vin.” I say trying to stay stern

“Sure,” He shrugs off before he snaps out of his trance, “Wait what?”

He’s making this all so hard, I try so hard to ignore the way his gaze makes the hairs at the back of my neck stand up and causes butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

I try to pretend I’m not talking to Vinnie.

“I said you should go Hacker.”

“Wait, why?” He asks with that glint in his eyes.

It’s such a dumb question and we both know the answer to it but Vinnie tries so hard to pretend he doesn’t know why.

“Cause I’m trying to be strong for both of us, Vinnie.”

“Don’t be.” His voice is so quiet as he steps closer to me, his hand resting on my forearm whilst his other one holds on to the hoodie that got me in this circumstance in the first place

It takes me so much strength to not lean into his touch.

“You have a girlfriend.” I breathe out, looking right at him.

“I have a girlfriend.” He repeats but his tone is so much more soothing.

“We’re gonna fuck everything up.” I say and get a familiar feeling of deja vu

“We might fuck everything up,” He stops for a second, “But how could we fuck things up even more?”

He’s right.

This relationship is already doomed.

His eyes flick down to my lips and suddenly my hands are looped around his neck with our lips pressed together, his hands trails down my waist and he grabs both my legs, hooking them around his waist.

Our lips push against each other whilst my hands pull and tug in his hair, they trail down his face and I push them under his shirt.

He swipes his tongue across the bottom of my lip and his grasp on my thighs causing me to moan into the kiss, letting the kiss grow deeper and letting both of us gasping and moaning into each other's mouths, afraid that the moment would end.

We end up falling on to my couch, him towering over placing sweet kisses all over my neck and trailing down farther, trying to make up for the years we spent apart.

The kisses quickly turn into love bits and his roaming hands quickly start taking off the clothes we have on, my bralette falls onto the floor and Vinnie’s shirt is thrown over the armrest.

Gushes of cold air fly through my window and both tighten our grasps on each other in a futile attempt to cool us down, his hips grinding over my cunt and my nails dig into his back to try to get closer to him.

His hips are so unbearably slow whilst his lips are so fast and his hands play a tantalizing game scratching, clawing, and massaging the plush of my skin.

His lips are so chapped but they still feel nice, in between mine as he slipped his tongue in between the warmth of my lips.

I need to buy him chapstick

“Fuck I missed you so much.” He moans into my lips as his hands fall down in between my thighs and his hands slowly undo the knot and pull my pants along with my underwear off leaving my fully exposed under him as he dips his head below.

Faint kisses are placed all over my lower stomach and as they get closer to the inside of my thighs they turn into bites and my airy gasps turn into echoey moans as they bounce around my house coating the walls as my chest heaves up and down and my hands flow along the curves of his shoulder, tracing the muscles there.

“So pretty,” He heaves out, “So so fucking pretty.” His tongue lapped at my cunt, focusing on my clit whilst my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

My legs contorted as my right hand pulled and yanked in his hair whilst my left clawed through his back gaining a hiss from the blonde under me.

It didn’t take long before I came into his mouth with him sucking at my clit and vulgar moans and curse fell through my lips.

He lifted his head up back to see me and I could see the lower side of his face glistening whilst his eyes had darkened with lust to the point the faint brown looked like pools of rich obsidian ink.

He heaved above me before diving back into attacking my neck and lips and my hands returned around his neck.

“Fuck Vinnie,” It slips from my lips whilst his neck is sucking beautiful amethyst marks onto my neck, “God where did you learn how to do that.”

“Oh shut up.” He laughs continuing kissing me all over whilst his finger slowly and tantalizing play with my already swollen cunt.

My hands trail down his chest, feeling my hands go over his muscles reaching to the base of his pants I tug at the belt, whining, asking for permission to take them off.

“Please Vin.”

He laughs, “Please what baby?”

“Fuck me please.” I ask undoing his buckle and try to pull his belt off, right before he stops me, his hands grabbing mine.

“Jesus, were you always this bossy when we were kids?” His eyebrow quirks up, “Ask nicely.”

It’s a command that sends a shiver down my spin and I relax into his touch.

“Please.”

“Do you know what 'nicely' means?” He teases

“Vinnie, please.” I whine, looking up at him through my lashes and I watch as he breaks above me.

Years could go by and I will always know what’ll break him.

“I hate you.” He whispers onto my lips and pulls his pants down.

When he finally starts fucking me it takes me a second to get re-used to his size but when he finally starts thrusting into me I hide my head into his neck to try and subdue my voice.

My legs wrapped around his waist as my hands marked his back with red lines.

He sped up his pace and I arched into his touch, my heart was pounding in my chest and Vinnie wasn’t giving me a break. 

He held me down by my hips and as I looked up at him I could see his eyebrows knitted together, looking as if he was focusing on making me feel good. 

My hands laced their fingers together behind his head as I looked back into his eyes staring at him.

We stayed like that for a bit right before he dipped his head down kissing along my chest and placing kisses along my tits, covering them in marks and bites, sucking hickies all over them and marking them up.

His kisses moved upwards towards my neck and ear and he placed more kisses along my neck and bit my earlobe whimpering and moaning, making sure I could hear how easily and quickly he fell apart for me.

As we both got closer to our ends his pace became relentless, slamming into me, hooking my leg over his shoulder to get a  better anger and more illicit, pornographic moans to fall from my lips.

When he finally came in me, he fell on top of me and we both breathed out trying to catch our breaths.

We stayed there for a bit to try to cool down.

He ended up cleaning me up and we just lay there on my sofa, my body swung over his as my head lay on his chest.

I trace his tattoos with my nails listening to his heartbeat and the sounds of satisfaction he makes whenever I scratch certain spots.

His hands trace my back ever so slowly whilst his other one lies behind his head, propping him up.

The room had quickly gone from being filled with moans of ecstasy and the sound of skin coming together to my voice humming and Vinnie breathing ever so gently.

We don’t say a word to each other but look up and his hand pushes away the hair on my face and lifts my chin up so he can place a gentle kiss on my lips.

We just stay in the kiss looking into each other's eyes and I truly let myself believe that we could be together.

I imagine us back home in Seattle, just us. 

Everything’s the same. Ponchos sitting on his bed with his head in my lap. Vinnie’s playing some new game that just came out. 

And he never left for LA.

He never left me.

I let myself forget for a moment and convinced myself that I didn’t just sleep with the man who left me all alone but rather I slept with the man that I truly thought I was going to end up marrying when I was a young girl.

I let myself forget.

But before we can deepen the kiss Vinnie’s phone buzzes and when he picks it up he sees her name.

Allison.

And without another word Vinnie puts on his clothes and leaves me there.

All over again.

But this time Inew what would happen but I still did it.

I lie there in my underwear staring at the ceiling and turn my gaze to the floor.

He left the red hoodie.

At this point I have no shame, I pick it up and slip it over my head and it smells so different.

It smells of sweat, mistakes, and all the things we meant to say.

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[liminal-space-lesbian]

Loser IV

Pairing: Enid Sinclair x fem!reader

Warnings: Mutual pining, scary Wednesday, bullying / harassment, the d slur, physical violence, blood, panic attack, mentions of police and EMS

Summary: During a field trip to Pilgrim World you and Enid are paired up for volunteering. Things are going well until a group of boys decide to harass Enid.

Words: 3,659

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

a/n guyssss this is kinda bad ngl... I got carried away but OH WELL. Also any legal stuff I mention is all mumbo jumbo bc I have no clue how any of that works so just ignore it please 🫶

The days following your confession to Enid were... awkward to say the least. Though you both had promised things could go back to normal there was a tension between the two of you. You caught Enid staring at you more than once during Vampire biology, and you weren't quite sure what to make of it.

Today wasn't the day to worry about it however, considering you and your classmates were on a field trip of sorts to Pilgrim World to... volunteer? You weren't really paying attention during the announcement so you weren't even sure. All you knew was that getting away from Nevermore for a change of scenery was just what you needed for a distraction.

Or so you thought.

Apparently your teacher was pairing up students for their tasks of the day, and you were paired with none other than Enid. Perfect.

"Ready, partner?" Enid asks, bouncing up to you excitedly and looping her arm through yours. You stiffened at the contact, your heart skipping a beat at the warmth of her arm against yours. Her smile faltered as she noticed you tense, trying to casually release your arm. The atmosphere between you was awkward now. Great.

"Ready as I'll ever be. What are we even supposed to do anyways?" You ask, trying to diffuse the tension as you begin walking side by side. Enid lets out an agitated sigh, rolling her eyes.

"We get the boring job. We have to check tickets at the entrance." Enid says with a groan, purposefully dragging her feet as she casts a forlorn glance at you. You can't help but chuckle at her antics.

"Well at least you'll have good company." You say with a cocky grin, causing her to smile, pink tinging her cheeks. You felt your heart stutter in your chest. 'Wait, was that flirting? Did I accidentally just flirt with her? Oh God I hope I didn't weird her out.' You think frantically as you turn your gaze ahead.

"Mm that's true. I do think I got the best volunteer buddy for the day." Enid says with a wide smile, her eyes glittering with mischief and something almost like affection. You had to look away from her gaze or else you'd stare for too long. 'Why is she so pretty, oh my God.' You thought as you felt your cheeks burn.

"Oh hey, are you guys the Nevermore volunteers?" A young man with a scruffy beard and messy blond hair asked with a half smile. You nodded, stuffing your hands in your pockets.

"Yep that's us. Are you like our adult supervision for the day?" You asked, eyeing the pamphlets in his hands. He barks out a laugh, causing you to flinch slightly.

"Well, something like that. I'm not gonna be here to supervise much though, you're taking over my job for the day. I'll show you the ropes, and if you need anything I'll be in the lounge." He explains simply, handing you some pamphlets and a hole punch to Enid.

"It's simple, you," he points at Enid, "take a look at the tickets and make sure the date and price is correct, then hole punch the upper right corner like this." He demonstrates on a ticket he pulls out of his pocket, then he turns to you. "And you hand out the pamphlets, which is basically more information on Pilgrim World and also a map of the grounds. Easy peasy." He says, patting you on the shoulder and flashing you a smile. "Well I'm off, goodluck." And with those words he was gone.

You turn to Enid, only to already find her staring at you wide eyed.

"Well that was... a less than ideal introduction." You say, stifling a chuckle at Enid's distraught expression.

"Yeah, that's one way of putting it. We totally got this though, how hard can it be? Like he said, easy peasy." She says, shrugging her shoulders as she tries to stay optimistic, turning to face the entrance as a few people approach with their tickets.

"Hi! Welcome to Pilgrim World!" She says in her usual enthusiastic tone, causing you to smile. This day was gonna be a peace of cake.

~ ~ ~

Oh how wrong you were. After about an hour of standing in the hot sun waiting for people to arrive, this job was looking very bleak. Pilgrim World wasn't as popular of an attraction as it used to be, if it was ever popular to begin with. You were simply standing there sweating miserably, and you now understood why that guy was so eager to leave you two to this job.

"Well this sucks." You say with a sigh, wiping sweat off your forehead. Enid chuckles, gently pushing your shoulder with hers.

"Hey, don't be so negative. I mean we've already been here for," she checks her phone for the time and blanches, "forty minutes?" She nearly shouts in astonishment, her expression crumpling. "Oh my gosh we're going to actually die here." She dramatically says in despair. You couldn't help but laugh, causing her to playfully pout at you.

"Hey, how about I run and grab us some water from the fridge inside? A cool drink will probably make this a bit more bearable." You offer, and Enid turns to you with wide eyes. She grabs you by the shoulders and looks in your eyes seriously.

"At this very moment in time I wouldn't love anything more than a cold water." She says in a dead serious tone and you stifle a laugh, gently patting the hands that rest on your shoulders.

"Yes ma'am! Think you can hold down the fort while I run and get them?" You ask, wiggling your eyebrows playfully as you gesture to the empty queue. She scoffs, playfully pushing you in the direction of the lounge.

"Yes, I am more than confident that I can handle it." She says with an eyeroll and you giggle as you scurry off to get some water. You let out a relieved sigh as you enter the cool ac of the lounge. The guy who was supposed to be supervising you was lying on one of the couches, dead asleep. You chuckle softly as you open the fridge and grab two chilled bottles of water. You turn around to head back outside only to be met with Wednesday standing right behind you.

"Holy shit." You nearly scream, flinching back from Wednesday sharply. The girl doesn't react, simply staring at you with the same intense dead eyed stare.

"What are you doing?" She questions, her tone cold. You feel goosebumps rise on your arms from the intensity of her stare, and you swallow nervously.

"I'm getting water for Enid and I, since it's hot in the sun." You explain, voice shaking embarrassingly as Wednesdays eyes narrow. There is a tense silence for a moment before Wednesday takes a minuscule step closer to you, causing you to take a step backwards, nearly bumping into the fridge.

"Enid cares about you. I can't even begin to understand why, considering you are nearly as unremarkable as a drop of water amidst the ocean. However you are important to her, considering you're nearly all she ever talks about. So I shall give you a single warning." She leans closer to your personal space and you lean backwards away from her, heart racing in fear at her unblinking gaze. 'How does she never blink? It's like she has creepy soulless doll eyes.' You think as her dark eyes bore into your soul.

"If you hurt her, I will eviscerate you and strangle you with your own intestines." Wednesday says, her tone clear and colder than ice. You shiver, and nod, not trusting your voice. There is another moment of tense silence before Wednesday turns on her heel and leaves you alone, heart still hammering in your chest.

"What the hell was that?" You whisper to yourself, blinking at the space Wednesday occupied only moments before. What did she mean, Enid cares about you? She talks about you all the time? You couldn't help feeling a flicker of happiness at the thought. You shake your head, quickly leaving the lounge and heading back to Enid. You'd unpack your encounter with Wednesday later, right now you needed to get back to Enid.

As you approached, you noticed three guys standing a bit too close to Enid for comfort. You could see the jeering smiles on their faces before you heard their voices, and you felt adrenaline begin to flood your system as you approached.

"Isn't this the little werewolf chick from Nevermore?" One of them drawls, pinching the shoulder of Enid's blazer, causing her to lean away from him.

"Yeah I think so. She's the one who can't even shift though, right? Like some sort of runt or something." One of the other boys taunts, reaching over to tug at a piece of Enid's dyed hair.

"Hey, what's going on here?" You announce your presence loudly, shoving your way through the boys to stand beside Enid, placing your body between them. Your tone is cold and your expression is serious as you stare down the boy who touched Enid's hair.

"Tsk, chill we're just trying to get her number." The boy lies, a disgusting smile curving at his lips as his eyes drift from you to Enid, who was still standing slightly behind you. You shift your body to shield her from his gaze.

"Well she's not interested. So either show me your ticket or fuck off." You say, your voice hard as you grit your teeth. He raises his eyebrows at you, a scoff leaving his lips as he glances at his friends for support, who chuckle as well.

"Oh, what, is she your girlfriend or something? Damn, can you imagine being a dyke and a Nevermore freak?" He directs his question to his friends, who jeer and laugh along with him.

"Hey!" Enid protest from behind you, but you cut her off, wrinkling your nose in disgust as you stare him down.

"Seriously dude? Grow up." You snap, your tone laced with distaste. The kid straightens up to his full height, trying to loom over you and intimidate you. Your heart pounds nearly painfully in your chest with fear, but you keep your exterior calm.

"Or what? What even are you anyway, a vampire or some shit? Gonna bite me?" He taunts, and you stare at him with an unimpressed look.

"You're really fucking pathetic, you know that?" You say, anger flaring in your chest now. 'Can't this douchebag just leave us alone? God, why is he so entitled.' You think as your grind your teeth.

"What'd you just say?" He asks in a threatening tone, stepping into your personal space. You hold your ground, meeting his gaze. Your pulse roared in your ears and you felt Enid's hand grip the back of your blazer tightly.

"Oh, are you deaf or just stupid?" You taunt, feeling a shred of satisfaction at the way his expression contorts with anger. You see the way his hands ball into fists and you gently reach behind you, pushing Enid away from you.

Just as you expected the boy shoved you hard in the chest, causing you to stumble backward. Enid cried out your name but you ignored her. He had put his hands on you, now you could beat the shit out of him.

You drop the bottles of water into the dirt and fly at him, driving your elbow into his face. He stumbles back with a grunt, but before you can land another hit one of his friends grabs your arms and wrenches them behind your back. He lifts you up painfully, forcing you to stand on your tiptioes as your shoulders strain under the angle he has your arms pinned at.

"Fucking whore." The boy spits, punching you across the face. Your head snaps to the side but you hardly feel the pain from the adrenaline in your system. You don't know where the third boy is, too focused on the one holding your arms. Your punched in the face again and you twist and writhe, trying to escape the firm grasp on your arms.

Suddenly you're released and sent sprawling into the dirt face first. You scramble to your feet and glance behind you to see Wednesday standing over the boy who had been holding your arms. You turn back to the one who had punched you and lunge. You slam your shoulder into his stomach and tackle him to the ground. He gasps for breath as the wind is knocked out of him. Before he can recover you are slamming your fist into his nose repeatedly. Your vision narrows, solely focusing on continuously hitting him. Your heartbeat roars in your ears and rage seems to fill every inch of your body. 'How dare he harass Enid? How dare he say those things about her?' Your mind repeats this like a mantra as you continue hitting him.

Suddenly someone is dragging you off of him, shouting at you. You shove them away, trying to claw your way back to him, but their grip is too strong.

"Let me go! I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna beat that motherfucker until he can't breathe." You snarl, writhing and struggling against the arms holding you back. Your voice tears through your throat as you scream, slowly losing steam as you feel ever emotion flood your system.

"Y/n, you need to calm down." An even voice says close to your ear, and you sag into the arms, tears streaming uncontrollably down your face. You feel overwhelmed in every sense of the word as you try to catch your breath, hyperventilating as you begin to sob.

The next thing you know you're sitting in the dirt crying, Wednesday in front of you with something akin to concern in her gaze. Enid hovers behind her, looking panicked. You notice her claws are out and covered in blood.

"Y/n you need to take deep breaths." Wednesday says in a steady reassuring voice. You try to even your breathing, still gasping and hyperventilating as your eyes dart around. You notice a few adults are kneeling over the boys. who are all lying on the ground or sitting up clutching various injuries.

"Let's get you three to the lounge." One of the Pilgrim World employees says before leading you to the lounge and away from the boys. You wait for EMS and the police to arrive, slowly calming down, wiping your eyes as you stare down at your shaking and bloodied hands.

"Here." Enid's voice says softly beside you, her hand gently tilting your head towards her so she can dab at the blood dripping down your face. You avoid her gaze, your breathing shaky from crying.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, sniffling slightly. Enid lets out a quiet breath, her thumb tracing your jaw gently.

"You don't need to apologize. You were just trying to help; those guys were being creeps." She says softly as she finishes wiping at the blood on your face. You look up as an officer enters the room, speaking to one of the Pilgrim World employees before nodding and leaving once more to retrieve EMS.

"What'd he say?" You ask the employee nervously. They sigh and look at you with their hands on their hips.

"Well, since we have security footage of the fight we know you're not the aggressor, so long as neither of you press charges the cops are willing to let it go." They say with a heavy sigh, looking relieved. "Of course you'll all be banned from Pilgrim World in the future but I assume that's the least of your worries." They say with a tight lipped smile and a nod.

"Oh okay... Thank you." You murmur, dropping your head to rest in your hands as you take a deep breath, The adrenaline had long since fled your body and now your face and knuckles were throbbing terribly. Your shoulders felt strained from how they had been held as well.

The rest of the day was a bit of a blur as EMS checked you out, patching you up and giving you a few stitches on your lip where it had been split from the boy punching you in the teeth.

Soon you were back at Nevermore and lying on your bed with an ice-pack pressed to the entirety of your face. Every heartbeat sent pulsing pain through your face and hands, causing you to groan. You didn't regret it exactly, you knew you'd fight a thousand people to protect Enid. You just wished it didn't have to escalate that far.

There was a knock at your door and you mumbled for whoever was there to come in. You pulled the icepack off your face and were surprised to see Enid standing there.

"Oh. Hi." You say dumbly, sitting up to stare at her in surprise. She offers you a small smile, padding over to stand in front of you, fiddling with her hands nervously. "Uh... Sorry again for earlier. I didn't want to fight him but he just wouldn't-" Your rambling was cut off as Enid threw herself at you, wrapping you in a tight hug. You stiffened in shock, gently resting a hand on her back.

"Thank you." Enid whispered, pressing her face into your neck, and you felt goosebumps prickle your skin as her breath tickled your skin.

"I- it's no big deal." You say casually, rubbing Enid's back soothingly as she tightens her grip on you..

"I was really scared when they were... I didn't know what they wanted with me. You have no idea how relieved I was when you showed up." Enid admits as she leans back to look at your face. Your heart lurches when you notice her eyes glistening with tears.

"Hey, it's okay. I'd never let them do anything to you." You say, attempting to comfort her as you brush hair away from her face, offering a gentle smile. Her eyes soften and her gaze flicks down to your lips for a moment. Your heart races in your chest, and you think maybe you had just imagined it.

"Well I appreciate you. And I'm sorry that you got hurt." Enid says, leaning back slightly as she adjusts how she's sitting in your lap. Her fingers trace the stitches on your lip and suddenly the throbbing pain was replaced with pleasant tingles.

"I'd do it a thousand times if you asked." You whisper before you can stop yourself, and Enid's lips part slightly in surprise. Her eyebrows pull together slightly as her thumb traces your bottom lip, her breath fanning over your face. 'She looks like she wants to kiss me.' You think, sure you must have some sort of head trauma. No way Enid would-

All at once, she's leaning down and her lips press to yours gently, softer than rose petals. Her mouth is warm, her lips tasting of cherry lipgloss. Your eyes drift shut and your hand on her back presses her closer to you. Your head feels light and airy, as if it's full of clouds. Surely you're dreaming?

No, the way Enid cups your jaw in her hands is all too real. The soft breath she exhales through her nose as she moves her lips against yours, tilting her head slightly so her nose brushes your cheek. All too soon she pulls away and looks into your eyes, her face tinged with a blush.

"I like you too." She confesses in a quiet voice, and you simply stare up at her dumbly, mouth agape. "When you were avoiding me it made me realize I thought of you more than I did Ajax. I was more upset over you than I was over my breakup with him." She murmurs, looking a but ashamed. You bring your hand up to brush your fingers across her cheek lightly.

"I can't say I'm disappointed." You say with a breathless chuckle, a smile curling at your lips involuntarily. Enid smiles back, giggling slightly as she leans into your touch.

"So... will you maybe be my girlfriend?" She asks quietly, her hands sliding down from where they cup your jaw to rest on your shoulders. Your stitches burn from how big you smile.

"Only if you'll be my girlfriend too." You tease, chuckling at the way Enid covers her giggle with her palm, gently giving your shoulder a playful swat.

"Okay, we're girlfriends then." She says with a broad smile, bringing her face close to yours to place a gentle kiss at the corner of your mouth. You gently guide her lips to yours to kiss her fully, relishing in the taste of her lipgloss as you inhale deeply through your nose, smelling her vanilla shampoo.

You lean back onto your bed, pulling her down on top of you, cuddling her close. She is more than happy to oblige, curling into your side and nuzzling her face into your neck, placing a gentle kiss there. Your arm is wrapped around her shoulders while your free hand is laced with hers where it rests on your stomach. Her legs twine with yours lazily and you let out a contented sigh.

Your face and knuckles are still throbbing, and you know your lip will scar. However those worries seem small and far away as Enid's warmth seeps into your body. You feel sleep tugging at your mind as you roll over, tucking Enid's head under your chin as you wrap your arms around her. She quickly reciprocates, her arms looping around your waist as she holds you close to her. She's so soft and warm that it's not long before sleep fully takes you.

When you wake up the next morning with Enid still in your arms, you fully realize that it was in fact not a dream.

p.s. I've never kissed anyone before so if it's poorly written that's why 💀

#enid sinclair #enid sinclair x reader #enid sinclair x fem!reader #fem!reader #wednesday tv series #Loser IV

[amoraffairs]

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬’ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

summary: remus is unsure of whether to call you, but with encouragement from james ,sirius & mostly belle, he decides to call you.

notes: i wrote this supper fast & it’s super short. it’s basically setting up y/n & remus’s relationship. I love writing for them more than i thought I would.

part one

“Cmon Daddy, We’re late” Belle says tugging Remus hand. “We wouldn’t of been if you didn’t run of” He jokes. Belle just simply continues to pull him forward.

The father daughter duo make their way in the Potter. Belle shouting a Happy Birthday & then a demand for cake.

“Well we were waiting for you missy” Sirius says resulting in Belle sticking her young at him. Sirius shrugs innocently as he ignores Remus’ glare. Remus knowing she learned that from Sirius.

“I’m sorry Unca Siri, for being late.” Belle says repeating the words she practiced in the car with Remus.

“My favorite niece can be as late as she want.” James says picking her up & spinning her around. Belle letting out childish giggles.

“Well your favorite niece, got lost in the store today.”Belle let’s out a gasp, that he told on her.

“It’s cause I saw Unca Jamie in the store, we’ll not Unca Jamie. I thought it was you. She had the same hat as you & wore your glasses.” Belle defends.

“She’s my best friend now. She’s really pretty. Daddy thinks so too.”

“Ohh he does” James says rising her eyebrows at Remus. All stares were on him. Remus rolls his eyes at his friends actions.

“Yeah, & she gave me her number so we can hangout. Daddy is holding it for me.” Instantly his revived knowing looks from both Sirius & James.

“So when is Dad going he going to call him.” James asks Belle. “Right now!” She shouts excitedly.

“Belle, Im starting to think you like her more than me.” Sirius says in mock offensive.

“Ye—“ Belle starts to say but James covers her mouth. “She says I’m a real princess unlike you Unca Siri” Belle says her arms crossing over each other in annoyance.

“I said it one time & I was joking.” Sirius defends.

“Ok, you two. You need to separate before it gets ugly. Hey Belle, you want to help Lily get the cake.” James says & Belle runs to this kitchen excited for cake.

“So Moony you going to call her.” James asks a teasing tone in his voice. “Don’t start.”Remus says.

“Cmon Moony, what’s there to think about. You haven’t gone on a date since ‘she who must not be named’ left.” Sirius tells him, his words carefully.

Remus winces, physical winces. The subject of Belle’s mother was still tough for him. She left when Belle was one, only leaving a note.

“I don’t know.”Remus shrugs. “What’s the harm in just calling her. Let Belle have her play date & get to know her.” James compromises.

“Maybe..” Remus starts by is interrupted by the sound of happy birthday, as cake came.

You sit in your small bedroom apartment. The sound of your phone ringing draws you out of the book you were reading.

“Hi is this Y/N. I’m Remus from the store with my daughter—“ You hear Remus start to say but not before another voice interrupting him.

“Is that Y/N. Let me talk to her. Please. Can I talk to her please.” You recognize the voice as Belle & you smile at the thought she really wants to talk to you.

“Hold on bug.” You hear Remus tell her. “Hi, Remus” You finally tell him.

“Belle was wondering if you’d want to hang out with her-“ “tomorrow” “Bug tomorrow too short notice, how about in a week—“

“I could do tomorrow” You say hoping to stop an argument. You hear a cheer from the phone. Belle’s voice.

“Great. Belle want to show you her castle, she made. Is one at our house ok.” Remus tells you.

“It’s perfect” “I’ll send you the directions” You hang up, with a smile on your face.

You know on the door of the Lupin house.

“It’s Y/N. I’ll get it.” “Belle don’t open the door without knowing who it is” You hear the father duo from inside the house.

“Y/N is it you” Belle shouts on the other side of the door. Once you say yes, the door opens.

The door opens to reveal Belle. She’s in another yellow dress. This time a replica of the cartoon princess Belle.

She runs up to hug you & you lift her up so you are carrying her. “How are you, princess.”

Remus runs up to the door in an attempt to stop belle from opening the door, only to be too late.

“I asked who it was this time,Daddy” Belle says in attempt to defend my self.

Remus eyes meet yours. “Hi Y/N” You give me a smile in return.

“Come look at my castle. Daddy made it for me because I passed my test.” Belle tells you jumping down from your hold & running into the house. In an attempt to get her Castle ready.

Remus invites you in the home, & you wait in the Lupin living room. Given strict instructions from the five year old not to look yet.

“I never properly thanked you for finding Belle. I couldn’t imagine if you weren’t there.” Full sincerity in his voice.

“Technically she found me.” You both let out a laugh.

“You read?” You ask pointing to the bookshelf stuffed with books.

“Yeah, but as much as would like to recently.” You let out a knowing nod. “I’ve been halfway through the Bell Jar for weeks.”

“If you ever need a new book, you can borrow any of mine.” Remus shyly says.

“I might take you up on that offer, you practically have a whole library.” Remus lets out a genuine laugh. Remus goes to say something before Belle’s voice interrupts him.

“Come look at my Castle Y/N. You can come live it it too.” Belle says appearing next to you, dragging you toward her room.

Remus smiles at your retreating figure. Maybe Sirius & James were right.

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[jesslockwood]

Detecting the Haunted Masterlist

Chapter Two

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing(s): Anthony Lockwood x Ex-Detective!Reader

Warnings: Angst, a bit of Fluff, Swearing, Talk of Gore, Blood, Mentions of Death, small details of a death/ murder.

A/n: OMGGGG here's the second chapter, and where everything just goes to shit lol. I love causing pain Let me know what y'all think so far!!!

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Lockwood opens the door, surprised to see you standing there in the rain, drenched and shivering. It was nearing dusk, and the haze of the rain and light fading from the day, and the street lamps started to turn on, the glow of them lit up your face.

It had only been two days since he last saw you, and even standing there soaked with your converse full of water sloshing when you leaned onto either foot, holding a grey duffle bag, you took his breath away. It was just the same as your badass move in the house during the ghost fight, even when he saw you getting fired up over his endless and harmless flirting. 

Lockwood finally looked into your eyes, and it wasn’t just the rain that was pouring onto your face, there were tears coming out of your eyes. 

He wanted to bring you into his arms to comfort you, and never let go. That is until he's brought out of his thoughts, when Lucy and George shove their way into the small entryway, to see the same sight he saw. 

“Lockwood Let the poor Detective in!” Lucy says, before making a path for you to step inside. 

When you planted your feet into the home, Lucy maneuvers to shut the door behind you. The home wasn’t what you expected three agents under a small agency to have. To be quite frank, It was quite a bit nicer than you expected.

“Uhh, I’m not a detective any longer, actually.” you blurt out. It seemed as the three heads turned right towards you all at once with the same shocked expression.  

They all turned to look at each other like they were having a private conversation with their eyes. 

“Uh, then uh- Y/n What brings you here?” Lockwood asks with his soft puppy-dog-esq eyes.

That was probably the first time you’ve ever seen Lockwood stumble over his words.

“I needed a place to stay for the night? I can crash on a couch or whatever…” you pause swallowing, “I’d be leaving tomorrow by train, out to the countryside where my mother lives… since I’ve got no job, or job prospects.”

You start drawing circles with your feet. Waiting for their answer.

“Of course you can stay, for as long as you like, actually!” she said through gritted teeth, giving a side eye to the other agent you haven't met, with a curly black mop of hair on his head.

“Just don’t go giving her a job now.” he mumbles, pretty loudly, rolling his eyes, before walking off. 

Before she gives him another glare, “Here, follow me, We should get you dried off, and you can sleep in the attic with me.”she says before dragging you up the stairs. 

Lockwood gives you a sympathetic smile, before he's out of sight.

“Ignore George, he was the same way when I was employed here.” she mentions, before opening a door to a bathroom, giving you a towel. You start to squish the water out of your clothes. 

“I’ll give you the Tour later.” she says, “c’mon I'll show you the attic.”

You got upstairs basically being dragged by Lucy.

It had been a couple of hours since you had entered 35 Portland Row, and Lockwood was sitting in the library, trying to distract him from what just happened. He liked you, but he definitely didn't want you to get involved in all the mess that always seemed to trail behind the three who already lived there. 

 However, the real issue was, he didn't want you to go. He’d miss your banter too much, and especially your wit, and how you weren't charmed by his antics.

He could help but smile, just thinking about how fired up you had gotten over the conversations you've had.

He’s pulled from his thoughts, when he sees you entering slowly through the doorway. 

“Hey.” you whisper.

“Hi.” Lockwood greets you, putting his book down, and sitting up straighter. 

You didn't seem to be soaked anymore, and you were wearing an extremely long t-shirt, with some yellow fuzzy socks on your feet.

“I uh…” you pause, “I just wanted to thank you… and to say goodbye.” you say solemnly.

Lockwood was contemplating his next words as you sat down across from him. 

“We’re the reason you got fired… isn't it?” 

your eyes widen like a deer in headlights, as you gulp before choosing your next words. 

“It’s my fault really… I shouldn’t have helped you…” you say with tears starting to form in your eyes, “There were other reasons too… but it doesn't matter now.”

You take a shaky breath before telling him, “Don’t blame yourself.”

He looks at you with sympathy, before, gently and slowly placing his hand on yours.

“I’ll be okay. My mother moved out to the countryside after my father… She probably needs my company anyways…” you say trying to avoid mentioning it.

You get up to your feet, feeling claustrophobic from the weight of talking about it boxing you in.

“Stay safe, Lockwood.” you say before heading out of the room, to bed. 

The next day, you creep out of Lucy’s bed, that you both had an almost sleepover in.

You couldn't remember the last time you had giggled like that in the early hours of the morning, out of your tired mind as she told you so many of her stories such as the ones of the Quill Kipps vs. Lockwood, or the funny mess ups of their agency, or even better, the failings of the Fittes team. You had even told her of some of the pranks you and James had done to Barnes, which he never could pin it on who did it. 

You wished you could somehow stay close by, and become a friend of Lucy’s. You felt if you had the option, the two of you would be inseparable.

You leave a note for Lucy of your mailing address so the two of you could communicate when you had the time to write letters. You really wanted to say goodbye, but you knew it would just make it harder to leave someone you felt already so close too. 

As soon as you headed downstairs, the smell of food filled your senses, and it was delightful. 

 You decided to skip breakfast, and just eat the snack you had stashed in your locker when you were employed instead. You didn’t want any trouble from George for staying around much longer, nor to face Lockwood. You didn’t think you could refuse to linger just to be close to him, which scared you. 

After your father had died, things just shifted. Your mother didn't let people into the house, and rarely went out. She just shut down everything that used to make her eyes light up. For the hope that one day your father would come back. The same had probably happened to yourself. You made a choice to drown yourself in work, but now that was gone, you didn't know what you had anymore to keep you going, and not dwelling. 

You had got your shoes on, that were still damp, before turning to the door staring at it for a good minute. 

You were broken out of your thoughts, when someone spoke up, “You do know Lucy’s right?”

You turned around to see that It was no one other than Anthony Bloody Lockwood. 

“What do you mean?” you ask confused. 

“I mean,” he takes a step forward cautiously like you’d run if he moved too fast, “You could stay for as long as you like.”

You blink a few times, like if you blinked him away, you could maybe have unheard what you just heard.

“I mean, if you want to. You could even work your wage here. You're not an agent so I couldn’t employ you as one without the proper training, but you could do research with George, or even just…something?” 

he pauses, taking a breath, “I just can't let you go home without trying to convince you to stay… even if it's only for a little while?”

You think on it for a moment, with him fidgeting with the silence. Flashes of your fathers warnings come back to you, but you ignore the caution. You had to do it… after that case the fire for being an agent wouldn't snuff itself out.

“I’ll make a deal with you, Lockwood. You train me as an agent, and I’ll stay. I’ll just do research until I get all my grade levels.” you say trying to strike a deal.

He looks conflicted, like there was an angel and devil on his shoulders, shouting at him all at once. 

He must have decided to be the devil's advocate agreeing, “We have a deal. But any seriously dangerous cases are left to myself, Lucy and George, got it?”

You nod pretending to tip a hat to him that wasn't there. 

He laughs, and it warms your heart.

You take off your damp shoes, as he guides you towards the kitchen.

He yells off towards the direction of the kitchen before the two of you enter, “Hey, George, we're going to need another plate for our new colleague, Y/n!”

You had been staying there for a week by now, and you were ignoring the side eye George kept giving you, as you followed him like a lost puppy, to the library every day. He seemed just annoyed with your presence and the more you ignore his ignorance the more of a bad mood he seems to be in. 

You were glad you at least had Lucy on your side completely, with her giving you the tour of the house, minus what was behind the mystery door, which she defended that it should be Lockwood to show you since it was his home. But she shared a lot of things with you, like a sister would, to confide in. It was nice to have that, since you never had any siblings.

Lockwood was iffy. You didn’t know exactly where he stood half the time. He still seemed conflicted and you couldn't pinpoint the whole reason why. You thought it was just his complex feelings on you becoming an agent, but you didn’t think that was the whole truth to it. He was one of the harder people to read. 

During the week, nearing dusk, after Lucy, George and Lockwood had left for a case, you heard a knock at the door, as you were in the kitchen researching the next case they had lined up.

When you opened the door, you saw James, looking slightly stressed, holding a file folder in his hand. 

“James? How did you-”

“-Find you? There was a rumour that started from Kate that you've been hanging around the George Karim kid, and that you were living here.” he smiles trying to be genuine, but you knew something was bothering him.

“Kate may be a gossip monger but she got it right this time…” you mention, before asking, “So why are you here, out of the blue, other than to check up on me?”

“Since you couldn't access your Dad’s file… I may have flirted with the files clerk to get it.” he says looking guilty, since he knew that was a reason why you got fired, for trying to access it. 

“Don't worry it’s a copy, so you can keep it. Edith copied it for me… just now I'm going on a date with her because of you!” he half jokes trying to lighten the mood a bit before handing it to you.

“Do you want me to stay, or-” 

“I think I need to face this myself.” you say, before he nods giving a small smile, taking his leave.

You looked down at the file like it was death itself. 

You gulp, before closing the door, and heading to the library to read it. 

You were in utter shock. You couldn't believe the piece of paper in your hands and what it said. The pain you felt was even worse than before, causing you to choke up, like you couldn't breathe.

You hyper ventilated for a minute, before sobbing your eyes out. 

It was his fault. 

You could barely fathom all the anger you had inside of you, stretching its way out from the pit of your stomach over your heart. 

You hated his guts. He destroyed everything you had hoped and dreamed for. For your father to come home. To even just have a father. But it was taken all away, and the hope was buried with him.

Now he was six feet under because he was slaughtered by a black market seller, trying to protect him because he wouldn't go. Your father had to have warned them. But it says that he insisted on staying, when your fathers death could have been prevented. If only he hadn’t stayed or convinced his colleague to stay.

Your father was dead, because of Anthony Lockwood. 

You would never forgive him for this. You didn’t think you ever could.

He was the leader and he led someone into their death. An innocent man who had a family waiting for him to come home and to be reunited with. 

The only thing you were given was an empty coffin to represent his body and all it symbolized was the complete emptiness you had from that day on. 

There was no question, once you became a full fledged agent you had to get out of here.

Far away as possible to Lockwood and co, and Anthony Lockwood himself who destroyed everything you had held dear. 

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[heartnanase]

it’s a privilege to be ignorant

Angst cuz i’m silly like that sorry guys basically xinyan threatens to tell childe you like him and you were like no hahah stop then backflip

they/them pronouns used once

“childe asks why you unfollowed him on instagram..” xinyan catches up to you, couldn’t she take the hint? you were walking as fast as you could.. kinda….. you had a feeling she would ask. her and childe are bestfriends, they tell eachother everything. you chuckle to yourself as she glares at you in disgust. what? did his ego get wounded? “cause he sucks.” you mumble. really you only unfollowed him because, you were upset by his teasing when he said he was going to delete the photos of you and him for storage on his phone. lame isn’t.. it… you actually… liked him.

never. in. a. million. years. would you imagine liking childe. it’s pretty simple how you fell for him, when he first gave you advice seriously. it was like seeing a side of him that you never did before. when you went home that night you were circling your room figuring out ways to not fall for someone the thing is, before you fell for childe you already knew he liked someone else. actually you already knew who it was. that’s why you SWORE to yourself you wouldn’t let him find out. xinyan grabbed your phone, “hey stop day dreaming, why do you keep shutting childe out!” you look at her.

“listen xinyan..” you grabbed back your phone as she stops trying to fight for it back after hearing you speak. “everything’s fine i’m fine me and childe are fine.” she didn’t look very convinced, you hated people like this. ones who act like they can see right through you, because xinyan will never understand how you feel. “i won’t leave you alone til you tell me what’s-“ you groan to shut her up. “i like him. i like him okay now can you leave me alone!” she smiles in excitement jumping up and down planning how you should tell him and that she could set you up with him. this was exactly how you thought she’d act. “this is so cute how are you going to confess!” you raised your eye brows as she clings onto you yapping and blabbing oh my goodness “no this was a bad idea let’s just forget about this”

“fine if you won’t tell him i will.” she was about to walk away and you grab her wrists as you stumble on your words. you sigh, “wait! i will! but only because i will never let my feelings be said from someone other than me.” you walked away from her as you tried to find childe, and when you did you gulped. you guys were already on awkward terms and now it’s going to be even worse. you tapped on his shoulder “i like you” he pretended not to hear you and turned around and offered you a dumpling, it broke your heart. “are you seriously going to ignore what i said you did everything to not tear up. “i-i just don’t know what to say look i’m sorry i’m not ready for a relationship.. maybe in the future?” bullshit bullshit bullshit. you already knew he wouldn’t like you in the future he’s just being nice. you already knew what he was going to say, you already knew he was going to reject you. but it still hurts.

for months your bestfriend has been telling you to get revenge on xinyan for driving you confess, but if you did get revenge. you would’ve been the reason he doesn’t have a bestfriend anymore. so you never told childe about it, how you never actually wanted to confess. well you and childe haven’t spoken since. usually you just send him glares and insult him when he tries to make conversation. you were only doing this so he’d think you hate him and so that maybe he can hate you too, it’s beneficial to him. the more you pretend to hate him, the faster he hates you then forgets about you.

a year later and you can’t forget about how you ended. it wasn’t easy for you, it was eating you alive when you saw childe. you turned your back to a wall and listened on him, you overheard him saying “i just don’t get how you could let go of someone close to you so easily? it took me 3 months to get over it and it took them a day.” you smile as you look down because you were still deep into it a year later, and the thing is you cant even blame him for being angry about it because he doesn’t know that you risked your reputation all so he doesn’t think you care. does he know people have been staring at you like a heartless creature?

at the same time you’re happy because, at least he got over it. there was nothing in this world that you wanted more was to be selfish, to tell him everything you’ve been dying to admit. but if he found out the truth he’d feel guilty. so you stayed silent. it’s better this way anyways, he’s happy.. he’s moved on. and you’re…. yk. you.

i love xinyan

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[mugeesworld]

Hello hellooooo. Feeling shy rn so I am on anon 😺. How are YOU doing? Hopefully well 😁. I see you’re asking for some requests so I have come with one! Preferably SFW, but suggestive is okay too, just nothing too nsfw pls 🥹. I’ve been kinda lost lately? Just feeling pretty bad and feeling like I don’t belong anywhere so I was wondering if you could write something about this with Fem!Reader x Zoro. It can be headcanons or a fic, whatever you feel inspired to write.

Basically reader just feels worthless to everyone. She’s part of their crew and feels lonely sometimes bc she can’t do anything right and just feels like a nuisance. So she starts acting more distant and not smiling as widely. Listens to Nami’s problems, but never tries to talk about her own problems. But Zoro notices it all. So how does he go about addressing the issue and comforting reader?

I hope this all makes sense 😭 feel free to make them lovers or just in the crushing stage? Idk, whatever feels right to you.

And if this doesn’t inspire you to write then you can also ignore this! Thank you 💗

Hi there! I'm doing fantastic lately! Thank you sm for asking♥︎ I'm sorry you're feeling like this right now! I love this idea sm! People always make Zoro sound like some heartless beast ya know. But I think since Zoro keeps to himself he definitely notices things other people would miss. And ofc I'll keep it's sfw! You sound like such a kind and gentle person. I hope whatever you're going through works out for the best! ♥︎♥︎♥︎

Distant Crewmate Fem!Reader x Zoro ♥︎

!Sfw!

You are the most recent joined member of the Straw Hat pirates. Luffy asked you to join after seeing both your skill and your caring/gentle personality. He automatically knew you were someone he could rely on and wanted you on his crew!

Whenever the crew needed advice or someone to listen to them they knew they could ask you. Even if it was just a simple question. You always had the most realistic and helpful advice. Cause of all of that you are known as the strawhats strategist! The crew wouldn't have it any other way. Cause at times when Luffy would rush in with out a plan or if something went wrong you always kept your calm and figured out a plan!

Even though all of the crew liked you their is one member that definitely treated you different from the others. Zoro.

Zoro sees you as someone he wants to keep safe. Even though he would probably never admit that. He sees how hard you try. And even though you're not crazy strong like him and the other members physically. You are very strong mentally. And he looks up to you for that. Having such a big responsibility like yours is not a easy job. And he knows that. Having people rely on you whenever something bad would happen. Having to keep not only yourself calm but everyone around you. He doesn't know how you do it.

So since zoro is more on the quiet side and keeps to himself. He notices when you start becoming distant. Noticing how you are spacing out when people talk to you. How you seem to always be in a daze, stuck in your thoughts. And how you started to isolate yourself in your room. Sometimes even skipping meals. But always saying you're just tired.

How your smile he so dearly loved to see start to fade. He couldn't help but notice that....

This concerned zoro. But when he brought it up to the crew they didn't know what he was talking about and brushed it off. It's not like they don't care. You are just very good at hiding it. Zoro kept a eye on you at all times. Sometimes even falling asleep next to you on purpose so you wouldn't isolate yourself more.

But when it was yalls turn to keep watch one night he had to ask what was going on. Zoro knows he's not the best at comforting people. And that he tends to come off as dense but he truly wants to help you. He cares about your health.

So their you two are sitting beside each other. Waiting for night to pass. In silence. Not a awkward silence but a peaceful, comforting silence. He enjoys spending time with you like this. Sometimes stealing a glance every once in a while.

"Hey y/n can we....talk?"

You quickly pop your head up to look at him. "Of course zoro. I'll happily listen!" you try to say cheerfully but it comes out weak. Zoro takes a deep breath. "Well that's sorta what I wanted to talk about. I know you will listen but.... I want to listen to you this time."

He watches as your breath hitches and your eyes widden. You try to smile but he can still tell it's not the same. "What do you mean? I don't have anything to talk about..." you chuckle. Playing with your hands.

Zoro grabs your hands. Holding them in his. "I know I'm not as good as you at listening but I want to know what's going on y/n. Why are you acting so distant?" he looks up at you. Staring right into your eyes. Desperate for a answer.

You look away. Staring at yalls hands. "I just... I just feel like a nuisance. Like a burden. I'm not strong like you guys. And my last plan didn't go as I planned and-" you try to say, starting to feel panicked and overwhelmed. "Hey hey just slow down. It's ok. You are strong. Hell you're probably stronger then me honestly. I mean you're the only person I know that can come up with a plan so quickly. And you're not a nuisance y/n." he trails off rubbing small circles on your hand with his thumb trying to calm you down.

You feel tears swell up in your eyes. "B-But I want to keep y'all safe and what happened last time nearly got y'all badly hurt...if y'all did get hurt I wouldn't be able to protect y'all well cause I'm not strong" you wipe your eyes with you palm.

"You do keep us safe. Your strategies keep us safe. Think about it this way. We keep you safe with physical strength and you keep us safe with mental strength. No one on this crew has both of those things y/n. Not as good as you at least. The only reason we nearly got hurt was cause WE messed up YOUR plan. That wasn't your fault. It was ours for being reckless."

"But what about-"

"Y/n listen! Their is no but. You are the best strategist. You are strong. You are important to this crew. If you think that was bad before then you don't want to know what would of happened if you didn't give us a plan to start with. Cause I can promise I wouldn't be sitting here with you right now if you didn't give us that plan. If you want to get more strong physically I will train you but their is no reason to stress over it."

Zoro grabs your shoulders. "I don't want to see you like this anymore y/n. I miss your smile....."

He pulls you into a hug. Something you never thought you would experience. You wrap your arms around his back, holding him tightly.

"I care about you y/n....ill listen to you. I promise."

♥︎

This was my first ever request and comfort story so I hope you like it! Idk if I like it or not! I tried to stay in his character. Idk if I did to well on that tho😓 I tried to make his comfort seem more aggressive then usual comfort I guess. Well it's not like it cost money or anything! So if it's bad it's bad lol💀🤦‍♀️

Grammer mistakes probably happened a lot in this so I apologize!

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!! ♥︎♥︎♥︎

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[i-wont-run-this-time]

*This is my first EVER published fic. Also English is not my first language so please don't be too harsh on me *

Fat Bottomed Girl

Eddie winked at you as he took a sip of his drink at the end of the last song of Corroded Coffins’ set. Your friends noticed and nudged you. You rolled your eyes, Eddie was only trying to prove a point but you wouldn’t take the bait. He took his mic back.

Here’s a last one, for someone special, she’ll know who she is.

Another wink before the band starts playing. The first notes sounded familiar but …

Are you gonna take me home tonight?

No, he didn’t really …

Aah, down beside that red fire light

  He did, he actually was singing that song…

Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round

He never stopped looking at you, same for all your friends who were standing with their jaws on the floor. You tried to keep your composure. He knew how to push your buttons but you wouldn’t give him this satisfaction.

Hey! I was just a skinny lad Never knew no good from bad

He was strutting on the stage holding his microphone. His eyes never left you even as he walked to the other side of the stage.

But I knew life before I left my nursery Left alone with big fat Fanny She was such a naughty nanny Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me

Your palms were sweating. You should have known better, Eddie never quit when he wants to prove something.

The day before at Eddie’s trailer.

Your best friend was laying on his bed, a notebook on his lap and a pen in his mouth. He was trying to finish a song before the concert. You were trying to finish your English homework but it was hard to concentrate when Eddie looked so …

"Are you alright?"

You notice your eyes were staring at his lips around the pen. You tried to hide the blush that appeared on your face by lifting your book as if you were trying to see detail in it. Eddie wasn’t oblivious to your masquerade. He took the book from your hands and put it on his nightstand. His smile was devious.

"You were staring, again." he smiled at you.

"Was not."

He moved his things to the side of the bed before getting closer to you. You swallowed with difficulty. He was so pretty. Annoyingly pretty. When you came back home for the holidays you couldn’t wait to see your best friend. You two talked on the phone every day, he would sometimes sing to you. Those nights were your favorites. You felt so alone at college. Eddie was the best part of your days, even hours away he was always in your mind. It didn’t take long to realize the small crush you had for him got more intense. You were dreaming about him more and more, waking up in need of his touch. When those dreams didn’t leave you during the day you knew you had it bad. That brings you to his room that night. It was your first day back home and you basically ran to his place. He looked even better than you were remembering, and with all those fantasies you fed yourself with these last months, he was irresistible.

"What’s wrong? You are always chatty on the phone, but today you barely talked. You keep staring at me though. Do you have something on your mind?"

You. But you couldn’t tell him that, it would ruin everything. You’ve been friends for years now, he was the one introducing you to so many great fantasy books, and he is responsible for your plans, for college and after college. You owe him a lot. He put his hand on your knee. You tried to ignore the shiver he caused.

"You can tell me everything, you know that?"

You just nodded. You tried to think of something to tell him without telling him …

"Did you meet someone?"

Why would he say that?

"Don’t be ridiculous Eds." He crossed his arms.

"It’s not ridiculous, you seem … elsewhere so I was wondering if you were in love or something."

Hey, hey!

You get back into the present. Your friend, Stacy, grabbed your hand and yanked it.

He is so into you. He’s not into me.

Stacy couldn’t understand what it was like to look like you … No one made moves on you, and no one wanted you. The only men who flirted in the past only wanted one thing from you, and you were glad you didn't accept their invitations.

I've been singing with my band Across the wire, across the land I seen every blue eyed floozy on the way, hey

He had no right looking that good, every woman in the crowd was basically under his spell.

But their beauty and their style Went kind of smooth after a while Take me to them dirty ladies every time

Last night after he asked you if you were in love you didn’t know what to reply, you wanted to deny but you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

"I am."

"You are what? "

You sighed.

"In love."

He seemed surprised.

"That’s awesome Y/N ! Who is the lucky guy?"

You, only you Eddie.

"Just … someone. It’s not … he doesn’t like me that way. It’s unrequited."

You looked at your hands, unable to face him.

"How can you be so sure? You told him and he rejected you?"

"I just know it. It’s … I’m … me. "

"What do you mean?"

You lifted your head to look at him, his chocolate-brown eyes showed nothing but compassion and confusion.

"Eddie, come on. I’m fat."

"And?"

"And no one is attracted to fat women."

"That’s not true." You laughed with no humor in your voice.

"I’ve been fat almost all my life, I would know if men like fat women."

"Maybe you aren’t looking at the right places? I know for a fact that you are beautiful, inside and out. Any man would be lucky to have a chance to date you. You should try with the dude you are in love with. What is his name?"

Eddie Munson, maybe you know him?

"It doesn’t matter, it won’t be a thing, ever." You made a move with your hand to signify it was done.

"I will prove it to you." You looked at him, head tilted a bit.

"Prove what?"

He smiled with a devious smile.

"Men can be into fat women. Are you coming to my show tomorrow night?"

You nodded, he knew that already. You had college friends coming from Indy to visit you.

"You’ll see. Tomorrow you'll see."

And he refused to say more. You got home not long after that. Which brought you to the concert and his plan was now clear.

C'mon

He jumps on the stage and gets as close as he can to the edge of it to sing the rest of the chorus. He was smiling while singing. He was way too proud of himself.

Oh, won't you take me home tonight? Oh, down beside your red fire light Oh, and you give it all you got Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round

His dance moves weren’t helping your infatuation with him. He was sexy, and he knew it. He was very confident on stage like he was an entirely new person.

Hey, listen here Now I got mortgages on homes I got stiffness in my bones Ain't no beauty queens in this locality, I tell you Oh, but I still get my pleasure Still got my greatest treasure Heap big woman, you done made a big man out of me

He jumps out off the stage to stand just in front of you, so close you could feel the sweat on his curls that were caressing your face. You were forgetting where you were. You were alone with him at this moment.

Now get this Are (I know) you gonna take me home tonight? (Please)

He was begging, actually begging on his knees. You were laughing at his antics. Did he know what he was doing to you?

Oh, down beside that red fire light Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round (yeah) Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round

The rest of the band continued to play the song but Eddie stopped singing. He got close enough to whisper in your ear.

"Are you gonna take me home tonight, sweetheart? "

You looked at him, not understanding where he was going with his question. He was smiling.

"I told you I would prove to you that men could be into fat women. I’m extremely into you. Been in love with you for years. I didn’t know how to tell you, I guess it was a little bit … theatrical. "

You laughed. His smile got bigger.

"Did I read the situation wrong?"

You just looked at him smiling.

"Kiss me." your voice was low, you couldn't believe you had the nerve to say that.

"With pleasure."

He kissed you slowly, the crowd cheered around you but you didn’t care. He stopped the kiss and smiled at you shyly.

"You didn’t answer my question, are you gonna take me home tonight?"

"I’ll go anywhere with you."

He kissed your cheek and took your hand in his. Eddie was in love with you and it was just the beginning.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson friends to lovers #stranger things fic #corroded coffin #joseph quinn

[the-s1lly-corner]

An stressed and extremely explosive reader x Kinger, Caine and Ragatha. (The old hags trio haha) let me explain it to ya

Reader is always stressed because of they are pratically stuck in a digital world with (supossedly) no way out, so instead of freaking out and/or getting slowly insane, Reader is very agressive and explosive all the time.

Especially in IHA, because they have to bare the fact that they need to pass through "stressing" situation who sometimes could be a near-abstraction experience.

Everytime reader gets too stressed because of something, Reader explodes and they are screaming around or with the cause of the problem if its a person (AHEM, JAX-) and only calms down when they are stopped by others or when they spend some time alone.

Anyways i just basically wants to see how would they react seeing reader have something similar to female & male rage moment.

(if this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to ignore this request, and im very sorry for making you uncomfortable if thats the case).

- 🐈

Caine, Kinger, and Ragatha w/ a reader who blows up!

WEEEE speed running this request before i have to pop my macarons into the oven eheheheheheh i think i might write itward stuff tonight but idk!! need me some ideas for itward stuff when in doubt for gifs use slime mmm mmm yummy

CAINE:

he can and he WILL put an immediate pause on the current IHA when he sees its making you really overwhelmed. he may even dismiss the entire event just to make sure youre okay; you mean so much to him and if youre getting this close to abstraction just from getting upset hes going to be there for you. i think it would actually make him tone down the intensity of IHAs , at least a little bit... he doesnt really know what qualifies as "too much" so please be patient with him!

makes sure to do everything he can to help; want him to go away? hes already launching himself to the other side of the grounds. need him to talk to you? hes going to be saying whatever you need him to say for as long as you need him to. very nice very silly i love him chews

RAGATHA:

similar to the other two she takes you off to the side, probably takes you to her room or yours and lets you work your own feelings out however you need to get them out. this isnt the first time youve have an outburst, but it doesnt make the glitching any less scary. tries to calm you down with her voice, giving you things to squish and mess with.. just as long as youre not hurting yourself she wont intervene with your method of calming down. very sweet about it. if youre anything like me, then youre probably going to be tired afterwards, and she will let you sleep. will crawl into bed with you if you want here around, if not shes going to respect that... if it was someone who riled you up shes going to make sure they get an earful, as well as keeps a closer eye on that person when theyre interacting with you because she doesnt want you to be this miserable all the time

KINGER:

nearly dies when he sees your body momentarily glitch, well at least as close as he can to dying in that moment. hes immediately rushing to you and talking a mile a minute trying to ask if youre okay, which admittedly probably makes you snap at him. overstimulation is one hell of a thing, but as long as you explain yourself and apologize when youre in a better place then its going to work itself out. kinger tries to take you off to the side, away from whatevr it is that was upsetting you. be it an IHA or another circus member, hes going to take you into his pillow fort and leave you be. he waits outside by its entrance, anxiously waiting for you to give him the go ahead to enter... very stressed out man he wants more than anything to comfort you and talk you through it but he knows you need alone time during times like this

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #ragatha x reader #kinger x reader

[cloudlessly-light]

i’m so happy you’re back! we all missed you, hope you’re doing okay ❤️ i have a prompt! it is smut of course because you know that you’re the hotchniss smut queen ;)

it may be ooc but i want to see emily and aaron on their wedding day and they follow the traditional rules of not being able to see the bride before the wedding. when aaron sees emily walking down the aisle aaron cannot believe his eyes cause she looks absolutely gorgeous. of course basic biology happens and emily notices, smirks and gets hot and bothered too. they try to keep it in their pants during the dinner and first dance until they take it to their hotel room and aaron tells emily she’s his forever

A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you so much! I know you sent this forever ago but I hope you're still around to enjoy it!

Title: Got all my love (Part 1/2)   Summary: They’re finally getting married, a day they had waited for, for too long. Word count: 3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral sex, multiple orgasms, feelings and fluff, they love each other, they also want each other

“Oh Em you look so beautiful!” Penelope gushes as she walks out of the bathroom of the suite they had rented for the night. She smiles widely at JJ and Penelope who smiles just as brightly back, their excitement clear.

Today was her wedding day, their wedding day, the day she thought wouldn’t ever come. They had almost gotten married four times already, but cases or Jack being sick or just life, had always managed to get in the way. But not today.

“Thank you.” She smooths out the front of her dress. It was simple, a white silk dress that hugged her waist and showed off a hint of cleavage. They hadn’t wanted their wedding to be a big thing, just their closest friends and family, and Emily had opted for a dress that suited their theme. “God is it normal to be nervous?” she chuckles as she looks at herself in the mirror.

“I’m pretty sure that’s standard sweet cheeks.” Penelope comes to stand behind her. “But you’ve got nothing to be worried about, Hotch will die when he sees you.”

“I hope not.” She jokes as JJ comes to stand on her other side and Penelope rolls her eyes.

“You know what I mean!”

“Whose idea was it to spend the night apart?” JJ asks as she picks up the brush, getting ready to fix her hair.

“Aarons.” Emily sits down in front of them at the vanity. “Some traditions are important to him.” She didn’t want to admit to them that it had felt weird sleeping without him as he stayed at their house and she had slept in their suite.

“Never would have guessed.” JJ carefully sections out dark locks between her fingers. “Just light curls right?”

“Yeah.” She nods before sighing. “If it had been solely up to me he would have been with me all night.” She looks at the two blondes behind her in the mirror and smirks knowingly.

“Emily Prentiss!” Penelope laughs and pushes lightly at her shoulder. “You little minx!”

“What can I say, he treats me too good to be away from, even if it’s just one night.” Her smirk widens when her friends laugh at her. “Besides, in less than two hours, it’s Emily Prentiss Hotchner.”

*

“Are you ready?” Dave asks as he straightens Aaron’s tie.

“Never been more ready for anything in my life.” He answers honestly. He couldn’t wait to be married, to see Emily walk down the aisle and finally be able to call her his wife.

“It feels like you’ve been dating forever and yet like no time has passed.” Derek who’s sitting on a chair beside them says and Dave nods along.

“Probably cause you hid your relationship for so long.” Spencer adds and then three sets of eyes are on him and he just smiles and shakes his head.

“We’re not having this conversation again.” He says and is only met by mutterings which he ignores. Instead he takes the scotch that Dave is handing him while Spencer and Derek come to stand beside them.

“To the best day of your life.” The older man raises his glass and when Aaron feels his stomach twist he knows it has nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with the excitement he feels.

*

Emily takes a slow breath hearing the piano play and then takes Jack’s hand.

“Thank you for walking with me.” She smiles at him and he squeezes her hand tightly. He’s almost 10 now, and it’s a moment that he feels proud to be a part of, almost like a grown up.

“I didn’t want you to be alone, because we’re a family.” He says simply and Emily feels her heart ache with the love she feels for him.

When they walk down the small make-shift aisle her focus quickly changes from Jack to Aaron, standing with the officiant and eyes locked on her. She smiles at him, her cheeks heating slightly from the way he’s obviously at a loss for words, his Adam’s apple bopping as he swallows hard.

Aaron couldn’t tear his eyes off her as she slowly walked towards him, something about the way the dress hugged her body in all the right ways, the simplicity of how beautiful she looked, knowing that she was his, it was making his brain short circuit for a moment. He always wanted her, always craved her, but right then and there he couldn’t think about anything else but how much he needed her.

She notices it, because of course she does, she notices everything about him and he’s powerless to stop it. She gives him a wink, right before Jack lets go of her hand and instead she takes his, larger, warmer, so familiar to her that she would be able to pick it out of a lineup with her eyes closed.

“Hi.” She whispers softly.

“Hi.” He says just as quiet and then takes a moment to smile at his son who’s gone to sit next to Henry on one of the chairs, nodding quickly to him and getting a toothy grin in return. Then he looks back at her and feels his body warm at the sight of her. “You look beautiful.”

In hindsight, Aaron was glad that Penelope filmed the whole thing, the ceremony going by in a haze. He could barely focus on anything but Emily, want and love and everything in between making it hard to remember any details that weren’t her.

When they kiss, he doesn’t hear the clapping or cheering, all he hears is the soft moan from her, like they hadn’t kissed a thousand times before, like it had been years since the last time and not the previous morning. It’s too short, but he knows that it has to be and when they break apart he smiles so big it almost hurts.

“Finally.” He says and she laughs.

“Finally.” Her hand finds his, her body leaning into his side as Dave instructs everybody where the dinner was being held, the older man knowing them well enough to know that they would want a moment alone. He winks at them before leaving with the rest of their friends and the moment the doors close, Aaron wraps his arm around her waist to pull her flush against him.

“Gorgeous, you’re gorgeous.” He mumbles before kissing her again, this time deep and desperate as she gasps against his lips, her mouth opening to his tongue.

“Should we sneak off?” She’s already breathless, heat in between her thighs just from his clear want for her. To her surprise he looks like he’s considering it but ultimately sighs and shakes his head for leaning his forehead against hers.

“One dinner, one dance, then I’m taking you upstairs.” He rasps and it sends tingles down her spine.

“Let’s get this show on the road then.”

*

Dinner is nice and quiet, short speeches and delicious food. It was exactly what they had wanted. By the time the dessert plates were being removed from the table Aaron was standing up and extended his hand, just as soft music started to play.

“May I have this dance, Mrs. Hotchner?” He could hear Penelope squealing and hear people laugh at her excitement, Emily joining in before taking his hand.

“Of course.”

They start to sway slowly, his hand pressing softly against the small of her back and his hand holding hers while her other hand rested on his chest. She looked up at him, could barely look away from his dark eyes. There was a softness about him that she knows he only really showed her and Jack, but today he was comfortable enough for all of them to see, it made her happy.

“I want you.” She mumbles against his neck and she feels his hands tightening slightly.

“Soon.” He assures her as he lets his thumb stroke over the silky dress, felt her shiver slightly against him in return. The slight blush on her cheeks didn’t seem to go away and he felt the familiar pull in his gut at her proximity. Not for the first time he had to remind himself that they were in public, that he couldn’t touch her the way he wanted just yet. But standing there, holding Emily in his arms he found that he wasn’t in a rush, he had forever with her.

She barely notices when people start to join them on the dance floor, not until Jack is standing beside them and asking for a dance.

A couple of hours later Aaron is pushing open the door to their suite blindly as they kiss desperately. She’s clawing at his suit, tugging on the tie and forcefully pushing his jacket off his shoulders. He’s just as frantic, quickly finding the zipper at her waist and pulling it down. When the dress falls to the floor around her feet he stares at her, the lacy underwear making his mouth dry.

“I had something else I planned to wear.” She says but he immediately shakes his head as he tugs her against him.

“This is perfect, you’re perfect.” He kisses her again, pushes his tongue against hers and she swallows up his low grunt as they move toward the bed.

Her hands are on his belt, getting it undone and quickly unzipping his slacks to be able to push them to the floor while he unbuttons his shirt.

“Lay back.” He rasps and urges her back on the bed. His eyes rake over her, from the white shoes on her feet to the light pink underwear set, to her face, flushed cheeks and parted lips. His hand wraps around one of her ankles and when he presses a kiss against the inside of it, Emily mewls.

His lips are heated, his light stubble rough as he slowly kisses up her leg, soon kneeling on the floor as he sucks on her inner thigh. She’s sure he’s going to drive her insane with dizzying arousal, his tongue sneaking out to lick over her through her underwear before moving down the other thigh.

“Aaron, please.” She gasps when he’s halfway down her other leg, her thighs twitching.

“Going to take my time tonight sweetheart.” His voice is thick with want, the natural rasp of it that she loves slightly muffled against her skin. “Going to worship my wife.”

The word makes her moan slightly, her dark eyes heated as she props herself up on her elbows to watch him. His eyes look close to wild when he peels her underwear off her hips, pupils blown black by lust as his arms wrap around her thighs to pull her to the edge of the bed.

When his tongue moves through her it’s slow, a groan leaving him at the taste of her while her mouth drops open. He dips it inside of her, keeps his arms tightly around her legs to keep her still and as he tastes every inch of her like it’s the first time.

She grips his hair, her fingers scratching against his scalp and when he flicks her clit she moans his name in a breathless plea. He uses his knowledge of her body, and as she starts to writhe on the bed he only holds her tighter.

“Don’t stop.” She whimpers and she feels his lips tug into a smile against her. Then he sucks on her clit and her hips buckles against his face, wanting more. He doesn’t stop, keeps focusing on her clit and building her up until her body is tensing and she’s gasping and moaning in between panting breaths.

“Let go, sweetheart.” He pulls off her long enough to get the words out, but just as quickly his mouth is on her again, driving her higher and higher. He keeps his eyes on her and when she comes with scream she’s barely able to muffle with her hand he feels his cock pulse and leak inside his boxers. Watching Emily fall apart was his favorite thing in the world and he planned on seeing it a lot tonight.

He doesn’t stop, even when she’s whimpering and squirming from his lips on her overstimulated clit. Their eyes meet and one of his eyebrows arches and she knows that he won’t stop until she’s coming again.

It always amazes her, how well he knows her body, how quickly he get’s her to come. She’s sweating and panting, her body flushes as he continues to eat her out, his tongue strong and sure against her. She isn’t sure how much time passes, but she knows that it can’t be more than a few minutes before she’s coming again, her body being held still by his strong arms as he sucks on her clit.

By the time she’s coming down and her breathing has returned to normal, Aaron has pushed his boxers off and is climbing up on the bed, easily lifting her higher on it. Her wetness shines on his lips and chin and his shaft is heated as it presses against her thigh and she quickly spreads her legs.

“I need you.” She whispers and pulls him into a kiss, a moan on her lips as she tastes herself on his tongue. But he doesn’t move closer, keeps just enough space between their bodies to fit his hand between them. “Baby…” She gasps and he shushes her.

“One more, I want to watch you properly.” He pushes two fingers inside of her and groans at the heat of her around them. When he curls them she sucks in a breath and her head falls back, eyes closed. “Just like that.”

The feeling of his fingers curling right up against her spot makes her hips twitch. She grips his upper arms, feels the palm of his hand rub against her clit and she knows that it won’t take long until she’s falling off the edge again. She can tell that he knows it too, a smug smirk on his face as he watches the pleasure on her face intently.

“My gorgeous wife.” He growls and she whines, her back arching. “You like that, being called my wife?”

“Yes, Aaron, yes.” Her eyelids flutter open and she’s met by a predatory look on his face. His fingers are pushing harder against her, her slick sounding close to obscene as he moves them.

“And what am I?” He knows that he’s staining her thighs with precum, can’t help but to rut slightly against her to get some relief.

“My husband.” She moans, loud and breathy and he kisses her messily.

“That’s right.” He mutters against her lips as her body starts to tense. “Now come for me again.”

Her third orgasm is hard and fast, her body straining against his as he keeps moving his hand against her, even as her slick walls tighten around his fingers. He groans at the sight of her coming undone, knows that he needs to feel her around him and doesn’t waste any time between pulling his fingers out and then pushing his cock inside of her.

“Fuck!” She whimpers at the sudden fill of him, throbbing and deep. He’s sucking in a sharp breath, his face buried in her neck as he gives them both a moment before starting to thrust. She clings to him as he moves, her legs around his hips and her nails digging into his back and ribs.

“You feel so fucking good on my cock, sweetheart.” He grunts against her neck, tastes the sweat on her skin and feels how her pulse flutters wildly.

“You do too.” She knows that her nails will leave marks, that tomorrow when he showers he’ll feel the sting of them and want her again. He was insatiable, but so was she.

“Mine, you’re mine.” He pulls back enough to look at her face and is greeted by her heated eyes.

“I’m yours.” She grasps his neck and pulls him into a kiss. She doesn’t pull away until the need for air becomes too much, a whimper drawn from her lungs as he continues to push his hips against hers.

“You’re mine forever.” He’s panting, sweat covers his body as he looks down at her. She’s nodding before he’s even finished his sentence.

“Forever. And you’re mine.”

Her words only push him closer to the edge, something about knowing that they’d have forever together driving him wild. He can feel her clenching around him, and he moves faster, chasing his release and wanting them to come together.

“Aaron, I’m close.” She moans, the heat inside of her building by each thrust of his hips.

“Me too.” His forehead falls to her shoulder, his eyes closing tightly at the pleasure of her around him. “Come with me.”

She can only nod, any words lodged in her throat, the pleasure almost too much. It’s the feeling of his teeth biting down on her neck that sends her flying over the edge with a loud cry, her entire body buckling underneath his. She feels the heat of his release only seconds later, hears his grunt as he lets go and comes as deep inside of her as possible, his hips flush against hers.

For a few moments everything is still, the only sound their labored breathing. But then he rolls to the side and Emily follows him, wanting him as close as possible. She throws her leg over his hip and his arm moves around the small of her back to pull her against his chest.

“A lifetime of this doesn’t sound too bad.” She says and he chuckles.

“Doesn’t sound too bad at all.” He stamps a quick kiss to her lips, something soft and gentle before he lays his head on the pillow. “I can’t believe we’re finally married.”

“Me neither, thought it would never happen.” She pushes some hair out of her face before she mimics him and relaxes against the pillow. But then she feels his hand moving from her back to her thigh, his fingers soon moving through her folds, messy with them. “Honey-”

“What I do believe,” He interrupts her. “is that we are nowhere near done yet.”

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotch x emily #aaron x emily #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner smut #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss smut

[horrorisunknowntoyou]

BROTHERS REACTION TO YOU LEAVING A VOICEMAIL THAT'LL YOU BE HOME REALLY LATE BECAUSE OF AN ACCIDENT.

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(Brothers x fem MC)

Genre: fluff and angst.

TW// mention of small injuries. ( pissed off brothers ) but it's pretty PG so don't worry.

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(Pre-establish/married life)

It was late at night, Mc should have been home by now it's been hours. Mc was in the human realm doing some errands and hasn't returned yet.

Then they heard a notification, and Mc left them a voicemail.

" Hey… love I'm going to be home late…some drunk guy rear-ended my car and that made me hit the person Infront of me. I'm fine! Though so..don't worry, see you soon. " And the message ended.

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Lucifer

He was stressing out before the voicemail was even made. He had to stop doing his paperwork because it was reflecting on his work.

But once receiving the voicemail, he immediately called back.

" Mc, I'm on my way don't you move. "

" Wait Lucifer don-"

He's immediately there by your side, in his human outfit. Quickly inspect your injuries with his gloved hands , noticing your face and arm slightly bandage.

He was pissed

How dare they hurt his wife.

Mc had to hold him back from physically killing the human man who caused this.

After giving the officers what they needed, Lucifer immediately picked up Mc and headed back to Devildom. He did not care, he wanted you back home safe in his arms.

Also no more traveling to the human realm for Abit.

Also that human man? He doesn't exist anymore. :)

Mammon

Oh boi, he was enraged. He immediately slammed his door open and ran out , how dare they hurt his human!

You were calmly talking to officers in the human realm giving your story of events. Before you were tackled into a hug.

"Mammon?!"

He buried his head into the crook of your neck lifting you up. Ignoring the officers and others and taking you home in this instance.

"Wait sir! She's a victim and witness! Sir!!"

He carries you in his arms mumbling angrily about the human man. He was pissed sure but you were more important.

You did not leave this man's view.

He basically clung onto you and made you take bed rest.

Also that human man, well he didn't forget about him at all.

Oh no he clearly remembers him

He won't bother you anymore :)

Leviathan

Originally you two were supposed to marathon TSL again. He was so sad at first but once hearing the voicemail. He was in shock..

An accident?..

He immediately got out of his bathtub and scurried over to where you are.

You were simply sitting on the curbside waiting for this whole mess to occur in front of you. You were more upset that you couldn't watch TSL with Levi again.

Next thing you knew you saw someone sit next to you.

"Levithan?!" You immediately pounce at him, hugging him tightly. He blush at this notion but he clings onto you tightly.

" Henry, you're hurt…"

" It's okay, it's only a scratch. I'm sorry."

" Let's leave, we still have time to watch TSL"

You smiled and nodded, it was definitely better to leave with him then stay here.

Also that human man? Well Lotan was given a snack :)

Satan

He was the most pissed off.

He had no mercy and immediately started a fight with the human man. The police, firemen, whoever could not get him off the dude. Who was drunkenly trying to fight back but was no match to him.

You had to immediately intervene and pull him away to calm him down.

Wrapping your arms around his waist and gently rocking him , his breathing eventually calms down.

The police tried to cuff him but he just picked you up and took you home. He could care less.

Once home, he cleaned himself up because the human man's blood was on him. And treated any injuries you got in that incident.

He helped put fresh clothes on you and tucked you in bed pressing a kiss on top of your head.

He immediately went back to the scene and let's just say.

He took care of it :)

Asmodeus

He was in bed already, but…he couldn't sleep. And he really needed his beauty sleep but once he got the voicemail he immediately got up.

He didn't care if he was in robes or not, he was taking you back home this instant!

Your poor body must be hurting and your face! Oh no your face! What if it hurts?!

You were calmly trying to clean yourself off, with water you had from a water bottle.

Next thing you knew, you heard a shriek as Asmodeus grabbed your wrist.

" What are you doing love!? You need help asap."

" Sir..sir SIR" the police tried to interrupt

Asmodeus did not care. He took you home and immediately started a bath. He made sure you were loved and well taken care of.

Once that was all over and he made Satan fix your injuries.

He then tucked you into bed.

He can finally go to bed, knowing you are well taken care of and safe.

Also that human man? He gave him to a bunch of hungry incubus. :)

Beel

He actually didn't register it at first.

Then it hits him.

His wife is in danger???

He immediately got up from his bed and went to the scene.

At the scene the police and firemen were trying to open the door. But Mc were stuck inside. Mc wasn't hurt or badly wounded, just stuck.

Beel walked over to them and just ripped the door off its frame. Gently setting it aside and picking up Mc into his arms much to the shock of everyone.

He made sure mc was okay, once he was given the clear. He didn't stay longer than needed.

You and Beel actually stayed in the human realm for Abit. And you bought him a bunch of food and snacks as a thank you.

And he would gently feed you some of the food. As his way of taking care of you and making sure you're alright. Watching cars pass by as you both sat on a park table.

Once you started to doze off, he then took you home.

He's the only one to not punish the human man.

But he did not forget him.

Belphie

He couldn't sleep, and the voicemail just added more to it.

He was paranoid

He hates humans so much.

Besides you 💙

He loves his wife

He just groans, getting up and headed straight to you.

Once there the scene was a mess, loud sounds everywhere flashing lights. Yelling between the drivers

It was overstimulating. But then he saw a familiar figure in the distance. He walked over to you and gently hugged you from behind.

"B-belphie?" You said , caught off guard, surprised.

"Let's go home to sleep" he mumbles

"But, my information? And.."

" Nope, we're going to bed now."

He picked you up bridal style and took you home, once he made sure you were fine. He snuggled into the crook of your neck, placing blankets over you both. Purring softly so you felt more calm.

Eventually you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and purring.

Also that human man?

He took care of it :)

No one dares hurt his wife especially a lowlife if a human.

#obey me brothers react to #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me mc

[nothere2010-blog]

vacation belly by Natatat fantasyfeeder

Tony had been on "vacation" for about three months. Within that time judging from Instagram he did the same things he did here. Under the pretense of being on "vacation" he did them in even greater excess. Phrases like "go big or go home" and "why not" and "I'm on vacation I'm supposed to relax" became his everyday refrains.

I was jet lagged and starving when I finally saw my friend Lucy waiting for me in the airport to pick me up. We grabbed my stuff and headed to her car. She shoved my stuff in the back.

"So how was your trip?" She asked looking over at me and smiling as I struggled with my seat belt.

"It was awesome! I'm just starving and tired. Can we please go get food?" I finally got the seatbelt on and relaxed.

"Sure. Let's get some food in that belly." She laughed after lightly patting my belly.

She drove to the nearest place which just happened to be Denny's. Good thing too because it was now 11am and I still hadn't had breakfast yet well aside from the three meals I had on the plan because the stewardess gave me three when I told her how hungry I was. Plus a few extra desserts. But that was still like three hours ago.

"Oh my god this all looks amazing!" I was practically drooling.

"Well do you need a minute to choose?" The waitress laughed.

"Honestly I'm so hungry, I want everything on the menu." I could hear my stomach growling.

"I like a guy with a healthy appetite," she laughed. "Let me know what you decide on." With that she sashayed away. She was one hot waitress.

"So did you order?" Lucy came back just in time to catch me watching the sexy waitress walk away.

"What?no I can't decide. I just want to eat. And I want all the food."

"Why don't you just keep eating till you are full. Doesn't your brother typically pay for your stuff anyway?" Lucy said glancing at the menu.

"Yeah but I don't know what to start with." My brain was cloudy due to my stomach and slight erection from that waitress.

"Fine I will order for you." Lucy picked up the menu and called over the waitress.

"Did you two decide yet?" She asked.

"Yeah he will have the grand slam and a large chocolate shake. Can you handle that? That way you get to basically eat all the breakfast menu." Lucy smiles wickedly at me.

"I'm sure he can handle it." The waitress smiled as she headed back to the kitchen.

"I think she likes you." Lucy giggled. "I think she likes your pudge." She poked my belly.

"What pudge?" I was annoyed that she had interrupted my day dream about eating off that waitresses ass and tits.

"Aww that's so cute, you are in denial, haha." She poked me again and pinched me. "This pudge."

"It's not pudge, it's average." I said and crossed my arms over my middle and sucked in.

"Whatever you say, here she is with the food." Lucy smiled.

"Here you go sweetie, enjoy."

"Thank you." I gave her my best "Sexy pickup face" and she blushed.

"No problem." She really was smoking.

"If you are going to stare at least be subtle. Also I think your pants are getting a little tight there. You might want to cut back after this." Lucy poked me in the side and laughed.

"They are only tight cause I'm hard and cause I bought the wrong size." I said through a mouthful of pancakes. "Besides why do you care?"

"Oh my god seriously, you are so easy to turn on. That's really entertaining." She grinned at me. I tried to ignore her and focus on my daydream. I imaged eating all of this off that waitress's naked body, licking the syrup off her perfect tits while she fed me and stroked my cock and rubbed my belly telling me how much she likes a man with a healthy appetite.

"Wow finished already! You really are greedy aren't you?" Lucy laughed.

"Urrp, urrrrrrrpppppp, urrrpppp. I guess." I felt kinda drunk with food but still kinda hungry. My pants were digging in now. "Urrrrrrrrpppppppp, urrrrrrrrrrrrrp, ugh, urrrrrp. There now I have a little more room." I pushed my fist into my belly to release some more gas to make some more room. "Urrrrrp,urrrrp, urrrrrp."

"Did you guys want anything else?" The waitress was eyeing my food baby beginning to peak out over my jeans.

"Yeah can I get three orders of pancakes: one with Nutella, another with banana and chocolate chip, another with uh i don't you choose. And then an omelet with everything in it. And then a coke and a cookies and cream shake and some fries actually make it two orders of fries." I said not even believing my own ears.

"Sure I'll get right on it." The waitress looked as if she was going to lose it.

"Wow, um how are you going to eat that?" Lucy looked at me in utter disbelief.

" one urrrrrp, bite urrrrrrrp urrrrrrp, at a time urrrrrrrrrrp," I grinned impishly and rubbed my food baby. "Besides I'm going into hibernation mode when I get home."

"Hahahaaahhhh! Oh my god you are ridiculous!" Lucy had the cutest laugh.

"Okay here you go,don't go making yourself sick." The waitress looked flushed and nervous.

"Mmmmm thank you. I need to start hibernating when I get home so this is absolutely necessary." I said while stuffing the Nutella pancakes down.

"I'm sure it is." She smiled and giggled. "I'll bring out the rest in a bit, your appetite is hard to keep up with."

"Thank you, I really like eating."

"I can tell" she laughed. "Enjoy your food" she gave my belly a light pat causing me to burp." This elicited another giggle from her as she made her way back to the kitchen.

I don't know how I was still eating and I don't know why Lucy was watching me so intently. Anytime I slowed down she would tease me about my eyes being bigger than my stomach. And then I would shovel more food down.

"My my someone enjoyed their meal," The waitress had returned with our bill. She kept here eyes on my exposed belly now stuffed beyond belief. I occasionally let out a few hiccups and burps followed by some groans and moans. "You okay?" She asked sweetly.

"Yeah I think I just overdid it a bit. Urrrrp, it just tasted so good I couldn't stop. Urrrrrrrrp urrrrrrp, ohhh it is so stuffed and hard. Urrrrp I can't undo my jeans or belt. Urrrrp urrrrrp urrrrrrp hic, hic, urrrrrp. Ahhhgggg, I really overdid. I should probably stop doing this." I rubbed my belly desperate for relief. I was out of breath just sitting there. There was still half of my coke left and then another huge milkshake.

"I think it's good that you enjoy your food. Did you want me to take away the dishes?"

"Yeah" she started gathering up the mess and as she grabbed the unfinished milkshake and coke I stopped her. "No leave those I want them still."

"Okay I'll just grab the rest."

"Wow you are so fat." Lucy said as she watched me struggle to finish the coke and milkshake. "Look at all this" She smacked my belly.

"Ughh owww, don't do that." I almost choked on the shake I was chugging.

"Why cause you aren't done eating?" She laugh and shook my bloated and stuffed belly. "Tony you are getting kinda fat" she laughed.

"I'm not urrrrrrrp fat, I'm just urrrrrrrp hic bloated and have a food baby." I had finally finished all the food. And was struggling to unbutton my pants. I gave up covered in sweat and out of breath.

"Okay whatever you say." Lucy laughed at me giving my belly a smack.

"Here you go." The waitress placed the bill on the table and I automatically just gave her my credit card. " I'll be right back."

"You are so greedy and shameless." Lucy giggles.

"What? She is hot." I was hard and wanted to jack off but I was so stuffed and tired. My jeans were cutting me in half. I don't think I could get them off on my own.

"Here's your card back have a wonderful day. Oh and come by anytime." She smiled at me handing me a large doggy bag and slipping a card into my hand. "You gotta get nice and stuffed if you are going to last through winter." She giggled as she gave his stuffed belly a pat. His belly jiggled a bit still and her hand sunk in a bit. She turned red I guess she wasn't expecting it to still be squishy.

#fantasy feeder #weight gain story #teasing #belly play #fat belly #male wg

[mamamilki]

Steven grant is head over heels for you HC <3

Parings: Steven grant/Marc Spector x fem!reader

(barely Marc Spector, gotta give my boy Steven some love)

Warnings: just fluff, I have major writers block so I chose to give you guys some HC’s while I try to write the series lmao

Man, this poor lad is too shy to speak with you, every time he gets the chance to, he’d get his word twisted or if he rambles on for too long a sneaky slang escapes from his lips (prob cause he’d miss used the slang) making him blush in embarrassment.

It’s always going to be you this, you that, “She wouldn’t appreciate that..” or “she has my back! I’m not alone” yeah. He is down bad for you. Steven would wait for you at the door (once he has warmed up to you) of the museum since you both worked there he doesn’t care if he is late, he won’t enter that place without you by his side.

“You know, I never see those two apart from each other” JB would talk with Donna while watching you and Steven both talk with each other (mostly you) and laughing gently slapping Stevens chest, they observed from the break room as she agrees with his statement. “10 pounds Steven confesses first.” JB smirked “I’m betting on Y/n” Donna glanced at JB before shaking hands.

‘How are you even going to confess to her? You’ll just walk up to her saying “oh I’ve loved you for the longest time now—“ give me a break! Let me take over I’m doing us BOTH a favor, you aren’t the only one who’s in love with her..’

Steven basically ignores Marc’s attempts to help Steven out, he thinks he can win your heart without the help of the bloody handsome American man. Still ticks Steven off, he ignores Marc completely when you enter the gift shop area “Steven!” You waddle your way to him with your gorgeous smile, Steven stared at you hypnotized by your eyes, smile, everything. “Steven, you alright ?” You snapped him out of reality before he quickly nods “uh huh, y-yeah sorry about that..” ‘look at her, she is too sweet for this place, let me take over and protect her like a real man.’ Steven rolls his eyes internally “ great! I was wondering if you wanted to go out and eat later?” Steven was extremely happy that he didn’t know how to respond, he only stood there with his mouth agape and eyes widened “uhh..uhh..” ‘you’ve gotta be shitting me.’

Bro Steven would absolutely lose it if you know about Marc, every time he takes control back Steven would get terrified and ask if Marc spoke with you not knowing what he’d tell you, it’s like your best friend in elementary school telling your crush you like them. Horrific. But eventually you find out yourself. Not in the best situation.

If you do go on the adventure to Cairo with Steven and Marc they’d watch you like a Hawk, when it’s Steven’s turn to take over he’d check if you’d have any injuries on you “are you alright?! Turn around, raise your hands up, tilt your head to the side, hop on one foot, hop on the other foot” he’d bombard you with ridiculous questions “Steven. I just tripped on a stick please, I’m alright” you pat his head to reassure him. I’m pretty sure Steven knows you are more than capable of handling yourself but still, human error still exists.

Now if you do get hurt Marc would immediately take over running towards your direction “hey hey hey, look at me, are you alright?” His American accent very noticeable you wipe your teary eyes looking back at Marc “it…it stings a lot.” No shit Sherlock you just got shot in the leg Marc quickly focused back onto you and not his thoughts as he tries to tend to your injury. Marc would hear Stevens sorrowful whines “oh bollocks, is she alright? Please please tell me she’ll be ok…” Stevens doe eyes glances at you then back at Marc. Maybe biting his nails and pacing back and forth.

Now if you are dating Steven it’ll just be extremely confusing, not that you’d mind (you better not) he just doesn’t open up that much to you, it’s not you it’s him. He just doesn’t know how to put it. It makes you upset but not at Steven, you’d get informed about everything from Marc and it’d soften your heart more for Steven “he doesn’t want to tell you because…well, he just is too embarrassed you’d think of him as not manly.” It made you laugh causing Steven to stiffen up in the mirror across from you and Marc on the nightstand. Before reassuring Steven he is still manlier than ever. Which made him puff his chest out a bit :p

Don’t get me started on when he is jealous, he cause you watching Star Wars and fan girling over your favorite character: Poe Dameron. He watches you as your eyes never left him, when he talks you look like you’re listening very intently “I don’t get why that lad is even alive still, they should kill him off…” this made you gasp whipping your head towards Steven “take that back! He is too sexy and gorgeous to die” Steven pouts slightly before muttering something under his breath “oh…I get it! You’re jealous huh??” Steven shook his head frantically “NUH UH!” It made you giggle before patting his head “you’ll always be my number one favorite.” Giving him a pat on the head and a forehead kiss.

Authors note: ok this is it, holy shit I absolutely love Steven so much. Our boy really needs more love out there. ANYWAYS I’ll post the third part of the series soon! Tyty for being patient <3

#fanfic #marc spector #marc spector x you #marvel #marvel community #marvel content #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x y/n #moon knight x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector x y/n #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #steven grant #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac #oscar issac hernandez estrada

[sourwolf-sterek32]

10 Things I Hate About You

Summary: Jason Carver cannot date Chrissy until her anti-social sister, Y/N, has a boyfriend. So, Jason pays Eddie Munson to charm her.

Or

Basically an Eddie Munson fic based on the movie 10 Things I Hate About You that nobody asked for.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: language, TW- child abuse

Previous Chapter

Chapter 6-

Eddie made a mental note to apologise to the rest of Hellfire for having to postpone their latest campaign because he was stuck in detention, but it was worth it.

To see that smile on Y/N's face when he was singing made everything worth it. The guys probably didn't think so, but D&D was going to have to wait. Wow, he never thought he would say that.

Mr. Chaplin sat at the desk in front of the class, ignoring them all while he read some weightlifting magazine. Eddie kind of wished he had one of his books with him to make the time go faster too. It had been a while since he was last in detention and he forgot how mind numbingly boring it was. 

"Excuse me, Mr. Chaplin?"

Eddie looked up at the sound of Y/N's voice to find her standing in the doorway. She gave him a smile when her eyes met his and that alone made his detection a hundred times better.

"What is it?" Mr. Chaplin asked, looking at her from the over the top of his magazine.

"Sir, I'd like to state for the record that Mr. Munson's current incarceration is unnecessary. I never filed a complaint."

"You didn't have to. He disrupted a classroom."

"There was only a few minutes left of class anyway. it didn't matter." Y/N argued, starting to sound annoyed.

"It still matters. Now get of detention unless you want to join Mr. Munson and the other miscreants."

Eddie shook his head at her, silently telling her to back down. This was a losing battle and by the look on her face, Y/N knew that too. She sighed, sending him an apologetic look before reluctantly retreating out the room.

The next hour felt like time was actually going backwards as he sat in that stupid hard classroom chair with nothing to do but fiddle with the rings on his fingers and stare at the clock.

But, eventually the minute hand struck 12 and they were all finally free to leave. What he did not expect was to find Y/N's Dodge Challenger now parked beside his van, the only two cars in the carpark left and he definitely didn't expect to she her sitting on the hood of her car with her head down reading a book.

Did she wait a whole hour for him?

"What are you still doing here?" He called out, walking towards her.

Y/N's head instantly shot up, a faint smile tracing over her lips before she bookmarked her page and closed the novel she was reading.

"Finally! I thought Mr. Chaplin was going to keep you in there over the weekend or something." She said, pushing herself off the car as he reached her side. "I went for a drive and bought some pizza, but I sorta miss judged how long your detention would last for, so I'm afraid it's probably cold by now."

"Pizza still tastes good cold." He pointed out causing her smile to reappear. "I know a place with a view where we could eat it, if you're down?"

She nodded, "I'll follow you there."

"Try and keep up." He teased, opening the door to his van causing her to snort.

"Like that'll be a problem for my baby." She said, tapping the roof of the Challenger before climbing into her car and starting it up, purposely revving the engine. 

He got in the van and pulled out the carpark, making sure Y/N was following him before he turned right down the road and started to drive in the direction of the old quarry.

Y/N kept up with him the entire way, not that he didn't expect her to and not that he really tried going fast either and before long, they were leaning against the hood of her car with a box of pizza sitting between them while overlooking the stunning view of the quarry.

"So, what's your excuse?" Eddie found himself asking as he finished his last slice of pizza.

"For what?" Y/N asked, glancing over at him.

"For acting the way you do?"

"I don't like to do what people expect." She answered honestly, putting her pizza down and looking out at the quarry. "Why should I live up to other peoples expectations instead of my own?"

"So, you disappoint them from the start and then you're covered, right?"

"Something like that."

"Then you screwed up." He said, causing her to look back over at him in confusion.

"How?"

"You never disappointed me." 

Her eyes softened at his words, a small smile spreading across her face before he leant forward and gently cupped the side of her face with his hand. To his surprise, she didn't pull away or shout at him, instead she leant forward and kissed him before he could make the first move.

The kiss caught him by surprise before he melted against her lips and started to kiss her back. His other hand rested over the back of her neck, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss.

"Go to the prom with me." He whispered against her lips.

"Eddie..." She sighed, pulling away to look at him.

"Come on. Go with me." He insisted, but she shook her head.

"No."

She didn't catch him as the kind of girl that would like to dress up and go to prom or be around other students that she probably hated, but he kind of hoped that she would say yes if he had asked.

"No? Why not?"

"Because I don't want to. Because it's a stupid tradition-"

"Come on. People won't expect you to go." He pointed out causing her eyes to narrow at him and he knew he had been too pushy. Shit.

"Why are you pushing this?" She asked, and yep, he knew it. Damnit. "What's in it for you?"

"Oh." He chuckled nervously, shaking his head and wracking his brain for a decent answer. "So now I need to have a motive to want to be with you?"

Nope, that was not the decent answer he had been searching for.

"You tell me." Y/N replied, folding her arms across her chest defensively.

"Nothing. There is nothing in for me just the pleasure of your wonderful company. Okay?" He responded with a scoff, shaking his head before pulling a cigarette from his packet.

He didn't get a chance to even reach for his lighter before Y/N grabbed the cigarette from between his lips and threw it to the ground.

"Hey!" He exclaimed.

Y/N marched back to her car and there was nothing he could do except watch the Challenger speed off, the wheels screeching and kicking up dust as it disappeared in the distance. 

He had royally fucked up. Sorry, Jason.

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Why had you snapped at Eddie like that? The poor guy was trying to ask you to prom and sure, he was being a little persistent about it, but he probably just really wanted to go and you had stormed off like a child and left him at the quarry.

God, you were so pathetic.

The weekend lasted forever which was usually a good thing, but you wanted to go to school to find Eddie and apologise. You contemplated driving out to the Trailer Park where he apparently lived, but you thought it might be weird to show up to the guys home, so you waited for Monday morning instead.

However, you didn't get a chance to speak with him between classes and suddenly it was lunch time and you still hadn't had the chance to speak with him.

You walked into the cafeteria to find it already full of students chatting and eating, spread out across all the various benches and your eyes instantly landed on the Hellfire table.

Eddie was in the middle of some dramatic story if the hand gestures he was using while he spoke were any indication. You watched him for a minute before Gareth noticed you watching and bumped Eddie's shoulder. That stopped him mid-sentence and Gareth nodded in your direction causing Eddie's head to turn, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

"Hey, Freak!" Jason's voice suddenly called out from across the cafeteria. "Where's your prom date?"

You turned around to find Jason standing on his seat and looking over at Eddie who just leant back in his chair, no phased by the mans words.

"I don't have one."

"Oh, we know. Just thought I'd remind you." Jason responded causing his fellow jocks and half the cafeteria to laugh.

Should you cut in and throw some shade at that asshole? Absolutely, that wasn't even a question.

"Hey, Jason! Where's your Championship trophy?" You suddenly shouted, catching his attention as he looked over at you with an unreadable expression.

"I... I don't have one."

You grinned, "I know. Just thought I'd remind you that you lost the game for the team last season."

The entire cafeteria burst out into fits of laughter and Jason's glared hardened, his jaw clenched shut. Oh, that seemed to have hit a nerve. Good.

"We really doing this, Y/N?" Jason asked, still standing on his chair like he wanted to be above everybody else. "Where were you during the Championship game last season? Oh, that's right you were watching your daddy get thrown in jail, right?"

You nodded, taking the hit because it wasn't like he was entirely wrong about that. But, you still couldn't stop the small tremor in your hands at the memory of the incident that led to your fathers arrest.

"Yeah, I was. And it was still better than watching you dickheads lose the Championship." You spat back, your fellow students laughing again.

Jason gritted his teeth and you knew he was really getting angry. 

"Fuck off, Y/N. No one wants you here. Your own sister doesn't even want you here!"

Okay, that hurt.

"Jason." Chrissy hissed as he jumped off the chair and sat back down beside her.

"News flash, Carver. I don't want to be here either!" You shouted back before you turned on your heels and stormed out the cafeteria.

You weren't sure where you were going, but you found yourself now outside leaning against the brick wall of the gym fighting back the tears that were burning in your eyes. Why were you even crying? You shouldn't let Jason's words get to you, but now you couldn't stop thinking of that night your father got arrested.

"Shit." You whispered to yourself, burying your face with your hands as you leant against the wall behind you.

You could still hear your fathers voice. Could hear him yelling and screaming at you. You could feel his knuckles against your cheek, his knee in your ribs. You could still smell his whiskey licked breath and hear the belt cracking like a whip.

That memory had been locked inside the deepest darkest box and buried into the back of your mind where you had hoped to never find it. But, of course that was never going to stay buried and all it took was for a mean comment by the local asshole for it all to come back up.

"Hey, are you okay?" Eddie's voice suddenly called out.

Shit. Why the hell had he followed you out here?

You turned your back to him and quickly wiped the tears from your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry. His footsteps got closer before his hand suddenly grabbed your shoulder causing you to full on flinch.

"Sorry, sorry. You okay?" He apologised, removing his hand as you took a deep breath and turned back towards him, his expression softening when he saw the redness in your eyes. "Hey, it's okay. You're okay, don't listen to the shit that prick says. He doesn't know what he's talking about."

You sniffed, leaning back against the wall with a sigh.

"Except he does. My dad was thrown in jail. That's why I moved back here to live with mum."

Eddie simply nodded, no judgement in his eyes as he stepped to the side and leant against the wall beside you.

For the longest moment, neither of you said anything as you stood there in silence overlooking the school oval before Eddie spoke up.

"My dad's in jail too."

"I'm sorry." You said, glancing over at him.

"Nah, don't be. My dad was an A grade asshole. Uncle Wayne took me in though and he's great, so everything worked out in the end."

You nodded, unsure of what to say as Eddie pulled out a cigarette and stuck it between his lips. He patted the pockets of his jeans for his lighter before cursing softly under his breath.

"Here." You said, pulling out your own lighter.

Eddie leant forward, the cigarette still between his lips as you flicked the zippo open and lit the end for him. He gave you an appreciative nod and took a drag before lowering the cigarette with a slow exhale and glancing back at you.

"You don't have to talk about it. Just give me the word and I will shut up, okay? But... the night of Steve's party, you told me your father put those scars on you. Did him getting sent to jail have anything to do with that?"

"This some kind of therapy session, Munson?" You asked with a smile that you knew didn't reach your eyes.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders, "if you want it to be. Like I said, I'm a good listener."

You didn't say anything for a few minutes, unsure if you could even bring yourself to say it. Just the mere thought of saying it out loud made you feel sick. But, you knew if you didn't tell Eddie, right here, right now, than you'd never say it at all.

Eddie must have noticed your nerves because he held out his cigarette towards you with a questioning look. Without hesitation you grabbed it and took a drag, but immediately started coughing and handed it back to him.

"First time you've smoked?" He asked, a small smirk of amusement on his face.

"That obvious?"

Eddie just smiled, fiddling with the cigarette between his fingers, "look, you don't have to tell me about your dad if it's too much, okay? We can just stay out here until you feel ready to go back inside."

"No, no, it's okay. It's just... it's a long story."

"I got nowhere else to be, sweetheart." He replied softly.

"During spring break back in California, I went to a party. There was a lot of alcohol there and everyone was drinking, so I did too. I didn't want to, but everyone else was drinking, so I did. Then when I came home, I was a little drunk and accidently woke my dad up... he was angry. But, he got even angrier when he realised that I had been drinking which was so fucking hypocritical of him because he was still drunk from drinking all day. He got mad. Madder than I had ever seen him. He threw me around a little, yelled about how irresponsible and pathetic I was. He started to hit me, not like it was the first time though. Then he got his belt out. My back still hadn't healed from the last time he used it a few nights prior, so it was bad. He got angry when my blood started to stain the carpet as if it wasn't his fucking fault I was bleeding in the first place. Then, uh, he... he... well, it's easier to just show you."

You spoke quickly hoping if you said it all at once it would make it easier. But, it didn't. It still hurt and there were tears now blurring your vision as you reached down and lifted the bottom of you shirt up.

"Jesus Christ." Eddie gasped, staring down at the scar you knew was visible. "Is that... is that from a knife?"

You nodded, "he tried to kill me. Thought his life would be better without me in it. Jokes on him because he's now rotting in jail for attempted murder, but I guess he did end up getting what he wanted. I'm not in his life anymore."

You lowered your shirt, but Eddie didn't look away, still staring at the same spot with wide, almost terrified eyes.

"How... how did you survive?" He eventually asked.

"Yanked the knife out and bolted out the house before he could catch me. I ran to the neighbours for help."

"You yanked the knife out? You do know that is like the one thing you're not meant to do when stabbed, right?"

"Yeah, no shit. I know that now. It started bleeding like a bitch when I did it, really freaked Mr. and Mrs. Jones out from next door though." You replied with a soft chuckle, despite the tears swimming in your eyes.

When Eddie didn't say anything, you shifted your gaze from the floor and back to him, only to find his own eyes also filled with unshed tears and your heart shattered.

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry, not for me. I'm not worth your tears, Munson." You whispered, stepping in front of him and cupping his face with your hands. "Look at me, I'm not worth it."

"You're worth everything, Y/N. And... and you shouldn't have had to go through that."

His voice was barely above a whisper as silent tears trickled down his face which is what sent you over the edge too, your own tears falling as you brushed his away with your thumb.

"I know. But, he's gone now and I'm with my mum whose still a bitch, but at least she isn't going to stab me. It all worked out in the end, and I got to meet you. If dad didn't do what he did, I wouldn't have come back to Hawkins and I wouldn't have met you." You explained causing Eddie to smile softly. "If I had to do it all again just to meet you, I would."

"Don't. Don't say that." He whispered, shaking his head.

"It's the truth. I like you, Eddie. It kinda scares me how much I actually like you which I guess is why I freaked out the other day about the whole prom thing. I'm sorry."

"No, no, don't apologise. We don't have to talk about that now. Honestly, prom is the furthest thing from my mind right now-"

"I'd like to go with you." You said, cutting him off.

"What?"

"To prom. I'd like to go to prom with you."

Eddie opened his mouth to responded, but quickly closed it again and stared at you in shock causing you to chuckle. "You seem more surprised by that than finding out about my dad."

"Honestly, I kinda am." He admitted.

You smiled softly at him before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss to his lips. Your hands were still cupping his face as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body until you pressed up against him.

"You really want to go to prom with me?" He asked, pulling away as he looked down at you.

You smiled, kissing him again. "Does that answer your question?"

"You might have to do it again. I'm not quite sure I understood." He joked causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're an idiot." You said affectionately, resting your head against his chest while Eddie held you. "But, you're my idiot now."

"I like that sound of that." He replied, kissing the top of your head.

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The Taste Of Death

Jack Goodman X Reader smut

WARNINGS: this has literal cannibalism in it, please do not read if you don’t yearn with your mouth. PIV sex, creampie, oral sex (reader receiving), mention of birth control.

A cold gust of wind brushes against your bare leg. The skin ripples slowly, like your body isnt used to being put in a situation where it has to heat itself and has since forgotten basic function. However if your body had decided to ignore you, you couldn’t quite tell because your mind was beyond comparison in terms of being vacant.

You received a phone call from Jack’s mother, informing you of your friend’s death across the sea. Her voice trembled and she practically sobbed as she told you of how horrible of a condition he was in and how David was a suspect in his murder. You should’ve been sad, but all you felt was disbelief; like you expected Jack to start laughing on the other end of the line before asking if you’d like to grab dinner with him (and David, of course, always David). You wish you cried, that you joined his mother in her quivering voice and choked sobs; instead, all you could do was think of how little of this she would share if she wasn’t so deeply disturbed and upset.

You went to Jack’s funeral, and discovered early on that you’d be waiting awhile to actually see him because everyone else who hadn’t given a shit in the past years decided to make up for it today. One of his exes showed up with her new boyfriend but started sobbing violently as she began to give a loud speech about how good of a man he was. As she spoke, you imagined Jack rolling over in his grave; or at this point, coffin; at her tears. “Wasn’t good enough for you to keep your pants on when Mark showed up!” You imagined him saying.

What stood out the most was the fact his casket was closed. Which only solidified your denial in Jack’s death. How out of place you seemed, staring down at the chiseled oak with a glare like you were expecting him to pop out and scare you like he did at a Halloween party years prior. Something even more ghastly was that you didn’t even think there was a body in there.

Weeks later you still hadn’t accepted that he died. You still consoled his mother and spoke with her often, you weren’t a complete lamb. David had yet to call, he was probably suffering a lot more than you were with your apathy or he was still comatose.

Once again the wind started to blow on through again and it finally caused you to shiver and begrudgingly trod to the window. As you neared, you heard the undeniable whisper of the leaves as they rustled and gently tapped the sides of the house. The outside was hardly visible, illuminated by the full moon and it left a cascading deep blue over the rest of the world.

You stared outside for a moment longer, letting the cool air curl around you and leave gooseflesh with every kiss upon your skin. The moonlight seems to bless you every moment you sit in its presence, the soft light bears white brightness among the clouds and entrances you in a way it never has before.

“Long time no see” a voice rings out from behind you.

Now you understand why.

As you turn around, there stands Jack Goodman in (what's left of) the flesh and before you can even think of it, you’re loudly exclaiming “Jesus Christ!” Before scurrying to your bed and balling up the covers as you try to shun away whatever you’re seeing by covering your eyes. “No, Jack, remember? God have you gone completely off your rocker since you’ve last seen me?”

You don’t dare remove the covers from your eyes, and you don’t have to. The springs of your mattress ache with weight and a gentle hand pulls it back. The fright sets a warm fire deep in your stomach.

Nonetheless, there he is, Jack Goodman. One of your best friends, completely mauled and looking at you with a smile as the grotesque chunks of flesh that's covered in a deep cherry red glisten under the light. In a macabre way, it makes your mouth water.

Jack looks at you for a moment before waving his hand in front of your face and snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. “You there? Oh god, you’re in shock; David’s gonna kill me again” he snickers at his own awful joke.

As you come back to earth, Jack gives you the rundown of what’s happened so far. While he speaks, you focus on what he’s wearing. The green puffer jacket that had been doused in your scent the night before because Jack “forgot you used it as a pillow case”; that statement is another one David did not buy and consistently gave him shit for the chick repellent as they rode on the back of a shepherd's truck.

“How I ended up back here, I’m not sure, not that I’m complaining about being in these sheets again” he flirts as he smiles at you, deep and round eyes looking directly into yours with something raw behind it all the pleasantry. You and Jack had slept together, he was as sweet as a friend with benefits could be.

“I think I’m going crazy” you say aloud and he titters before propping his leg up on your bed and resting his head on it sideways; leaving the bloody, mangled, and mutilated part of his skin open and hot against the air.

Jack catches your gaze and seems unable to resist the comment that comes from his mouth. “No fucking way” he laughs. You back yourself up against the headboard and pull your comforter with you, holding it defensively to your mouth and you give a startled look that quickly turns to anger. “What?” You snap out, a lot higher pitched than you wanted to, that made you sound more like someone caught with a porno mag and less like you were genuinely confused.

The look he gives you is a recognizable one, but it feels so alien at the same time. He starts to gently crawl towards you on all fours, in a way he knows you like to see. Feigning that innocence to how you feel just to hear you say it out loud because he mocks you even in death.

“Now, you wouldn’t be feeling a little turned on about how battered I am now would you, sweetness?” He asks, as irreproachable as possible while the pet name sticks to you despite how mockingly he says it. When you’re left gawking, he only gets closer to your face. “Because” pause. He drags one hand up across your covered leg. “If this was the face you wanted all along, I would’ve requested open casket”

Jack gets scarily close. So much so you can now make out minute details. His hair is slicked stiff with blood and sweat, black tufts of hair poke out messily. He smells of grass and mud, but only faintly; what stands out the most is the pheromones reeking off of him that would typically reek, but currently have you biting the inner skin of your bottom lip as the fingers of his left hand dance curiously across your knee.

His fingers have blood crusted under the nails and you sit there entranced by the carnal beauty of it all. Jack smiles to himself and takes it as an opportunity to trace your lips with his calloused fingers. Typically, he’d be a blushing mess and if he were still completely alive he’d never be so bold with someone.

Only difference this time is that he wasn’t alive, not fully; and that it was you. The amount of times he’d been almost caught with you on him has surpassed his count, and sure as hell yours. However the word almost really means David and when it comes to David, he’s got an amateur sleuth mindset and can unfortunately piece two and two together.

Unthinking, you open your mouth and feel as Jack pushes his index and middle finger over your tongue. Your tongue swirls around the pads of his fingers, feeling every ridge, scar and delta. A gummy clot of blood that was caught in the corner of his cuticle touches your tongue and you suck even harder.

Jack’s eyes become lidded, he looks at a random spot in your direction for a few moments, feeling the work of your mouth against his hands once again and in such a grisly manner makes his stomach burn.

Softly he pulls his fingers away from your mouth. He rests his hands on either side of you and puts his mouth close to your ear. “How about you shut the light off and we try that thing you’ll deny wanting to do” he whispers before he bites and tugs on the lobe of your ear before pulling away.

You push the blanket off of you, the plush of your thighs visible to Jack as you walk towards the light switch.

When the darkness floods the room, you’re left in wait for Jack, just as you were in life. When nothing happens for a few seconds you think you’ve gone crazy and you’re too afraid to turn around and see that he’s really not there.

The beautiful blue hue of the moon sets over your shoulders and the cool air brushes against your neck. The hairs prick up as the cool feeling leaves ghosts of kisses against your skin.

“Still here” Jack says quietly against the shell of your ear. You turn around to face him and he flicks the light on again, temporarily blinding you. “ M’ sorry” he says as his kisses become full and wet mouthed against your neck “changed my mind, jus’ wanted to see you walk away”

He buries himself there and you feel him smile before his teeth graze against you. The blood gushing from his wounds starts to slick your neck. This doesn’t stop him, he kisses and nips harshly on your veins and feels the pulse thrumming beneath it.

It’s like he can’t control himself. There’s something so deeply carnal and vulnerable about how he is now; as many times you’ve put yourself on him, nothing can compare to the sweetness of his blood covered lips against yours.

His teeth are digging deeply into your neck, a small pain blossoming from his teeth nipping at your skin. Your eyes shut and a breathy exhale leaves your lips. Jack smiles, like he always has, into your skin and comes up to give you a kiss. The sweet and metallic taste of his lips on yours leaves you utterly intoxicated like the first taste of absinthe.

If you had to compare it though, he’s much sweeter. And warmer. So much warmer.

Jack’s mouth has suddenly gone away from the short and innocent kisses and have transformed into heavily pressed attacks scattered across anywhere collar up. His skin is comfortingly thermic and at this point you have no choice but to fall back into the dizzying heat as Jack touches you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and it may very well be.

His hands are ever moving and constant. There’s a searing palm resting between your neck and ear. The free hand wanders continuously over your waist to the back of your thigh. Your hands move without your own permission and begin to unzip the green puffer jacket that’s half shredded and half covered in blood.

You hope that if he decides to leave, you can keep the jacket. Even just a piece to remember him by. It was a group purchase around the holidays one year, when David gifted you both an identical jacket similar to his red one. Yours was an absolute eyesore, but the mundane routine of wearing it all the time made the shade entirely your own.

You gently push Jack away from you and get to look in his eyes. You get to see the humanity tucked behind them as his clouded lust quickly turns into the sheepish look of a boy scolded by a schoolmarm. Even though you’re still entranced by just seeing him again after having to say goodbye before Europe and a second time to a piece of wood. Part of you wants to remain this illusioned forever, so that you can hold onto him even if he decided long ago to let go of you; because at this point all you have is a hideous puffer jacket and dinner receipts of a meal you paid for stuffed in your otherwise empty wallet. Suddenly the doe eyes and boyish smile disappear. A misstep.

“Guess kissing a corpse wasn’t on your bucket list, huh?” He chides with an awkward laugh but you know Jack better than that, and he’s being vulnerable. Pressed against the door of your room, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck; careful to leave the wound be, and as he looks at you; you knock your foreheads together and you press a small kiss to his lips and bump noses. “Could’ve gone for that one actor you like so much” you say, another kiss. “I’ll put in a good word for you” kiss.

Jack pushes his mouth closer to you without much thought, and it leads to some of the blood on his neck smearing on your arm. Suddenly the blaze in Jack’s eyes comes back and you grin.

Jack sticks his hand in the wound like it’s as normal as scratching an itch and a small amount of the blood comes onto his fingertip. He cups your face with the same hand, mindful of his bloody thumb. Your eyes dart between the pad of his thumb, that Jack pushes ever closer to your mouth; only waiting for permission to push it through.

There would be no coming back from it and you both know it. Jack has nothing to lose, while you’re teetering on the line between sanity and lunacy. The comparison of Eve and the apple comes to mind; any other lustful sin could be forgiven, but to feast upon the flesh and to consume the marrow of a ghost? Should this be a test from whatever divine figure that hates you enough to manifest your dead fuck buddy, you were bound for damnation surely. Your lips part.

Your mouth sours with saliva before you can truly taste. Then it hits you. The succulent, metallic taste sinks onto your tastebuds and you hope that Jack’s blood remains there until the end of your days. The splotch of scarlet forever stained on your tongue like ink upon papyrus so that any lover you may take after Jack knows they can’t compare because they won’t come this close.

You flick the light out, for good this time, and guide Jack to your bed. He waits patiently as you crawl in first. He waits by the edge with bated breath and glances at the full moon for but a moment. You poke your leg out over the bed and poke him with your foot and he pounces at you. The shirt that was tucked underneath his puffer coat has minimal damage compared to the rest of him. You sit up and drag it off of him and he instead goes for ripping the fabric off like it’s burning him.

You’re doing the same to your own and Jack is immediately kissing on every inch of your skin, there's a desperation that is unlike anything you’ve ever known. After you’ve both wriggled out of every piece of clothing and left slobbering wet kisses across chests and lips you start to get to the most sinful and carnivorous part of the night.

Jack’s pumping himself and whimpering all sorts of filth at you as you kiss around the lines where skin meets meat. “Please, honey, I want you to, I do, c’mon” Just one bite. He needs it, he needs to know he’s good. “You can’t hurt me” he whispers, strained.

Your teeth graze the saccharine flesh before you sink into the hot and dewey meat. Jack’s warmed up intensely, the heat rolling off of him in the moonlight in thick clouds of white. Jack shudders and you begin to let go immediately “Fuck, no, keep going” he says, lowering his neck on you more as his fingers begin to grace around you.

When you fully sink in again, there’s a burst of an unfamiliar flavor that hits you so hard you hope it doesn’t immediately get you hooked and desperate like morphine. You pull and tear and suck upon him but it doesn’t change anything. The difference between the living and the undead is that while you’re aching and getting the relief of Jack’s feast upon your body, wether it be by biting or pumping into your core, Jack is unchanging until time wants him to. You’re glad you were blessed enough to have him presented as you remembered, just a bit more banged up. Deliciously so.

You’re happy you can be close to him again, like this. Nothing else in the world but the two of you. For however long he’s tied to this plane, you want to take advantage of it all and you will greedily keep him here until he’s forced to go. So you bite, you bite and rip and chew like it’s the last way you’ll ever love anyone ever again. You wrap your hands into his hair and dig your nails into his scalp and all he does is smile at you and whisper your name he keeps his pace thrusting inside of you. When you pull away to meet his eyes, the glint of the night rests in his irises.

You imagine you must look like something positively cryptid. His blood smothered across your mouth, a toothy smile in his direction like a fox in a henhouse. He doesn’t say anything, he merely places a kiss on your mouth and breathes heavily across your lips. “ M’ close, honey” he says, as thoughtful as ever, and that’s how you know this has to be real; previous thoughts be damned, werewolves, ghosts, lawyers? All real.

You know this Jack Goodman is yours because even after being mauled to death and abandoned, after having to tell his best friend that he has to die, and after finding himself in your bed again and being accepted with open arms, he still tells you when he’s about to cum.

“I’ll take it as a bereavement gift” you say and he simply rolls his eyes and says “you talk too much” you tug at his pulled apart skin again before falling back into the sheets. Biting your lip and wrapping your legs around his core, you hold Jack’s head as he buries it in your neck and presses his forehead in the nape of your shoulder to watch himself go in and out for a few strokes before he pulls back and kisses you hard. You don’t open your mouth quick enough and your teeth collide painfully for a second and Jack giggles an apology against your lips as he continues his thrusts.

He pushes you back into the pillows with his weight and he moans into your shoulder. The perfect cadence of sound in your ears and after he stills for a moment you can feel the pulse of his cock inside you as he cums.

Ever the overachiever, he pulls out quickly and places his bloodied mouth in between your legs. The blood of his neck laceration rubs slick and loud against your thigh coating every pore and marking.

He puts his mouth on your clit, just like you taught him. He twirls his tongue around and even tries murmuring out something to dirty talk you, but he gets so pussy drunk it’s nearly impossible to hear what he’s saying.

He takes care not to get a mouthful of his own cum, his fingers going at a pace that you can hear even buried in the pillows.

Once again your hands find his hair and you push him deeper into your clit and Jack, always the good boy, obliges and tongue fucks you even harder.

Your legs lock around his head as you cum and he lets out a hum as you do. Your hips snap forward and he rides it out. Once you’ve come down a bit, he presses a few kisses to your thighs before going up to join you.

“Hope birth control covers that”

“Be more surprised if it did, I think”

Jack snickers and lays next to you, fingers trailing up your figure with blankets gathered unevenly around the waist down.

He’s still a human furnace and you eagerly curl up next to him. “Will you be gone tomorrow?” You ask. You expect a melancholy response. “Might go tell David to kill himself, but I’ll be back. Can’t guarantee I’ll be this pretty though” he says.

You just kiss him and close your eyes.

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