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webslingingslasher · 10 months

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ok but what if some girl would be saying that she slept with frat!peter after some party (where he was with trouble) and stuff like "oh yeah he had me calling him daddy and he's totally not a boob guy" and trouble overhears her and goes to peter with "you would not believe what i have just heard" and joking that maybe she has magic tits or something

you weren't listening.

minding your own business, pouring liquor into plastic cups, and cracking a can of sprite for a mixer; a group of friends crowded behind you. not listening, but certain words poked out more than others.

"he's fucking jacked by the way, it's like when i hooked up with parker."

your blood ran cold, frozen in place you were straining your hearing for each word to follow, if she didn't add more context you'd be shaking peter by his shirt.

a friend gasps, "you did? when?"

oh, not old news?

yeah, when did she?

flashing your eyes to peter, he's talking to someone and not paying attention. you'll kill him.

"like, around the start of the school year?"

oh thank god, he's in the clear.

"okay, well... spill!"

you can't walk away, your feet are glued to the vinyl floor. maybe, you just want to know if peter's telling the truth when he says you're different than the rest.

"ass man all the way, insisted on doggy. big dick, strong game, threw me around a little, had me calling him daddy and everything. not very affectionate though, i don't think he kissed me, actually. and not a lick of a cuddle after, threw my dress at me and said 'need an uber?' but, hey, i'd still do it again."

another friend cackles, "too bad, nate begged him to do a double date and parker immediately shut it down and said, and i quote, 'no. i have a girlfriend. she doesn't want me dating other girls.' kinda sweet if you ask me."

your heart soars, this is the first time he's ever referred to you as his girlfriend. not that you were, at least not officially, but it's easier to explain than what you actually were, and you had no idea what you were. you assume he doesn't either.

their conversation falls into something else, making you feel confident in moving away from the counter with a full cup in each hand, walking straight to the most interesting man of the night.

peter perking up instantly, leaving his friend with a fist bump, meeting you halfway.

"hi trouble, i missed you." a warm kiss placed on your cheek, you can't help the grin while handing him his drink, "hi handsome, i got a question..." you trail your words off and shift your back against his chest so he'd have a clear view of who you're pointing at.

"see that group of friends, do you know anyone there?"

he barely gives them a look over, one harm slung over your waist, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, "no, don't think so."

nudging him, "no, really. look." a sigh, "looking, no one looks familiar." the back of your head hits his chest, "peter, c'mon. please don't tell me you're one of those guys."

"i don't know what you mean! are you testing me or something?"

turning in his hold, a small pout hangs. "you hooked up with one of them. tell me which one and you earn two brownie points."

that changes things, because now peter knows what the mission is and how to identify previous suitors. mind ticking and eyes running over each body in a different way. watching him analyze is interesting. You wonder what he looks for in a hookup.

"the one in the middle. i'm sure of it, but i can't remember her name. I think it started with an 's' or 'v' maybe 'l'?"

"It's whitney," peter cheers his cup on your shoulder, "oh yeah, that's right."

you spin in his grasp, "liar. i made that up." peter pulls you closer, "you're just so convincing, trouble. call me gullible."

humming, you press a kiss to his chin, "she was talking about you, wanna hear?"

"this feels like a trap, i don't like this idea."

"oh, you should. i heard all about you in bed, and how you told nate i was your girlfriend." peter shakes his head, "i think you've been hitting the sauce hard tonight and you're making things up."

shaking your head like a toddler, "nope, i heard the truth about daddy." peter's head is thrown back with a groan, "alright, wow, we're really doing this. what else did you hear?"

"that you're an ass man, and," you sway on your feet and pretend to twirl a stand of hair, a nasally sarcastic tone rips, "you're like so, super fucking jacked. like, seriously so sexy. ugh! with a big dick too!"

peter presses a kiss to your cheek, "thank you for the compliments, baby." another kiss, the corner of your mouth, "even if you're sarcastic." a delicate kiss to your lips, "and a little wrong."

"which part was wrong? she's right, you've got a fucking wrench."

your cup is pulled from your hand, "alright, it's done. we're done."

a whine, "no! c'mon, please, daddy?"

"i'll silence you and you won't like it."

"will it be with your monster coc-"

a hand is slapped over your mouth, "i'll kill you, and won't have a problem with it."

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #tasm!peter x reader #frat!peter drabbles #my writing

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reidshearts · 2 months

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Picture 1, summer lake party!

You had just turned 16 when you had finally been granted permission to stay out later and attend one of the infamous lake parties hosted by head councillors and the older campers. Your older siblings in the Ares cabin had prepped you of the activities that took place and what not to do to embarrass the Ares name. For example when one of your brother, Aiden had snuck in weed and accidentally misplaced it before realising, after Chiron had caught them, the wood nymphs had stolen it and … well they were forbidden to tell the rest by Mr D!

After many hours of changing outfits with your Clarisse's opinions, you had decided on a pink floral two piece swim costume before layering a cute tank top and your favourite denim shorts.

You gave yourself some encouragement in the mirror before heading down to the lake after your siblings, not before hugging Clarisse goodbye seeing as she was too young to attend.

Noticing a few crowds already scattered across the area. You paused, realising the only people you knew closely had already begun to mingle and join their friends. Of course this wasn't a good idea, there was no point trying to fit in with your siblings friend groups, they would reject you after noticing you weren't like them. Not brave like Lena, as pretty as Clarisse but you were too emotional and sensitive no matter how many times you had tried to change. You would never have the confidence.

Preparing to leave you had turned on your heels before a warm hand took a hold of your shoulder, forcing you to turn around and an unfamiliar voice spoke.

"I am so sorry i didn't mean to startle you, just wanted to see if you were okay was all"

After realising this person had meant no harm you noticed it was Luke, a son from the Hermes cabin. Smiling softly you admire his soft features, from his onyx curls to his mesmerising jawline.

Luke chuckled breaking you from your stare, of course he had also admired you however he had learnt to be more subtle.

"Sorry your...", you clear you throat and decide not to continue your trail of thoughts, "Oh yea I'm peachy just going to head back to my cabin, get some beauty sleep yanno?"

"You only just got here"

"You stalking me Luke?"

"Nope, just observant but I think I've been more subtle than you, my eyes are up here sweetheart"

You turned your head trying to hide you growing smile however your plan failed when your eyes met his again.

"C'mon you have to actually be by the lake to say you came to one of these things!", Luke exclaimed before giving you his best smile, saved for his favourite people and holding out his hand for you take take.

You threw your head back with a huff giving in and reluctantly placing your hand in his. He had definetly then suprised you when you were suddenly launched forwards trying to catch up with his running further towards the lake.

Luke made his way with his hand in yours towards the furthest end of the lake where only few campers sat, slowing his pace as he got closer. You couldn't help but admire the lake as, forgetting it's beauty in the glowing sunset. Trees scattered the landscape and vines dripped from the high branches creating curtains that sun snuck through and highlighted rows of hyancinths and tulips. This was beautiful you thought.

You were truly magnificent Luke thought, his gaze admiring you and your actions. Your hands were still clasped together as Luke softly pulled you down to sit on the nearest picnic blanket with him. It was an intimate moment, both sitting side by side, thighs touching as you got lost in conversation.

Time slipped by and you both hadn't noticed how campers had began to make their ways back to their cabins, only a few including you two still stayed. The moon had now shone down reflecting light against the lake waters.

"I love the lake like this", you expressed, "the most peaceful it probably is all day" recalling the number of people who swam and splashed in it earlier the evening.

"Are we personifying the lake now?", Luke teased.

"No, doof you know what I mean"

"Like you wanna capture it and keep it in your pocket?"

"Yea, well maybe not my pocket but a pretty box would be nice", you replied with a soft grin, your features were lit up by the night sky.

"Well then why don't we", he suggested.

Before you could question him, he was already calling out to another camper who he had seen previously to have a polaroid camera with her. The girl wondered over with a grin, pleased to capture a cute moment between the two of you. Luke pulled you closer, hand around respectfully around your back and your head dropping onto his shoulder.

"Cheese!", the girl exclaimed and you gave your best smile hoping Luke was doing the same, "Awh that was so cute guys, here you go, keep it safe".

She handed over the polaroid photo to you carefully before skipping back towards her friend group. Waving it around in the air you impatiently waited for the picture to develop.

"Shit, we should probably head back, the last group is leaving now, ready?", Luke jumped to his feet while lending out his hand to you.

"Thank you kind sir", you replied letting him pull you up, holding the polaroid tightly in one hand and keeping his in yours as you wandered back through the woods. The walk wasn't long and seemed to have unfortunatley quickened as you both shared whispers, hoping to not wake the sleeping campers with loud voices.

Standing in front of your cabin with a blush and a honest smile was not how you anticipated the night to end when you first arrived at the lake. But you weren't disappointed.

"I had a nice time", Luke spoke, matching your smile.

"Me too"

Your hands were both still tightly strung together before you reluctantly let go, leaving a final squeeze.

"Night Luke"

"Night sweetheart", he gave you a brief kiss on your forehead before making his way back to his cabin, looking back twice as he watched you open the cabin door.

With one final glance over your shoulder you quietly shut the cabin door and head to your bunk. Thankfully not dropping the polaroid in your fingers you figured it had probably developed by now. Holding it up your smile only grew wider. You had a smile on your face in the picture and where you had expected to see Luke's also towards the camera it was not. His eyes glued to you, leaning on his shoulder, and had a soft smile, admiration only seen.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x fem!reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x you #percy jackon and the olympians #percyjackson #annabeth chase #charlie bushnell

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hamiltonells · 11 months

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Is this it?-lewis hamilton

lewis hamilton x fem!reader. summary: dating a 7time world champion wasn’t easy especially when you have a crawling baby, and lewis? well he was busy portraying an f1 driver lifestyle and partying. but what happens when the press and rumours get a bit too much.(I suck at summarys😫).

big thank you to anonymous to helped me pick a baby name, you was a big help and your a genius⭐️

WARNINGS: angst,a few time skips, lewis being a little bit of a arsehole, cheating bad writing, povs are everywhere like it’s kinda confusing I’m sorry

I really want to do a part two, so let me know people x

(y/n pov)

“this one’s my favourite” I softly speak as I run my fingers over the ink behind his ear as he lays on my chest.

I’m sat up against the head board in lewis white crisp button up shirt, “hm this one’s my favourite” he mumbles into me as his hand goes straight to the tattoo under my boob that says “𝓁𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓈₄₄” “your my favourite, handsome” I kiss the side of his head.

you had been childhood sweethearts you being slightly younger than him since being in his younger brothers Nicolas year at school, it was that much of an age gap but the media loved t rub it in.

i was broken out of thought when lewis phone goes off, “who’s that” I question “nobody” he grumbled as he puts his phone down,but something was telling me differently.

I reached out of the bed to put my underwear back on from the night before, as I got up out of bed and grabbed my phone. “y/n where are you going” lewis shouted as I was already out of the bedroom making my way to silvas Room, silva the light of you life, your little girl she’s just reached 8 months.

“come on sweetie, let’s get some jobs done aye” you lift her up out of her cot.

I had a washing basket in my hand with silvia sitting in it with the clean washing. She was in nothing but her diaper, smiling up at me as I threw warm clothes fresh out of the dryer in the basket with her.

She laughs as I toss a shirt on her head playfully, blanketing her face. She laughs harder and reaches her little hands up to push the black shirt off her face so it just sits on top of her head. She peeks up at me with that big smile and dense dimples.

I pick her up as blow raspberries on her cheek as she giggles, lewis had gone out an ‘important meeting’ apparently he had been on a lot of those lately.

a knock on the door fills your ears as you carry yourself and your little one to the door, a concerned max comes into your eyesight as you open the door surprised, “maxie hey, what you doing here” you smile at him and you welcome him in with a hug as Silvia giggles.

“y/n, are you okay?- oh hello you” his thick Dutch accent entering the room as he pokes her nose.

“yeah of course I am why?” you question him as you lead him into the living room (a little inspo x)

“you haven’t heard have you, oh god” he panics as he searches for his phone in his back pocket, he reaches out for silvia as he passes you his phone.

you couldn’t believe your eyes, but your lew he wouldn’t do this to you just thought you was just going through a rough patch, tears start to well your eyes as max comes and comforts you.

According to People magazine, Lewis and Shakira are getting to know each other better."They're having fun and masturbating," an exclusive source said.Representatives for both did not respond to the magazine.

Shakira was spotted in Miami Wednesday on a boat with the racer, not long after the two were seen running in to each other at a restaurant in the area. see photos..

you couldn’t believe what you was reading, was you so blind to it all?

you feel your throat closing up on you, “y/n breath, breath with me y/n/n” you hear max whisper in your ear, while holding your hand.

“what am I going to do” you hiccup as you look around your living room seeing the happy photos of yourself and you little family.

“hey let’s put the little one down yeah” max rough voice broke you through your thoughts, you both stood up and went to put silva down for the nap.

Max was like you brother, ever since you both had met you was inseparable,he was always around the corner to pick up the pieces for you, you and lewis had many fights over max, but you two was just like brother and sister.

an hour had passed by the time you had fully calmed down, the hard sobs turned into little sniffing onto George’s shoulders, and in that time the doggy carer had stoped by to drop off roscoe.

“I can’t stay here max, I feel suffocated in here” you soft voice broke out as you lifted you head up out of roscoes body, “you and Silvia can stay at mine, but you can’t hide away from him y/n, you have his daughter, you also have Spanish gp you can fly with me if you wanted to”

“yeah that would be great, thank you m”

you was almost ready to walk out of the door when lewis walked in, your bags by the door silva with max bopping up and down while he tried to get her to sleep.

“y/n?” Lewis voice rung out to you followed by a “max?” When he saw you both, “I’ll go wait in the car” max says while passing the little one to lewis when he reaches out for her, and putting your bags in the boot of his car.

“wait in the car?” Lewis ran over by what he said “I need to go lew” “is this about the photos?” he followed after you when you put you last things together.

"-it was not intentional, y/n, we were both drunk-" his voice broke, you freeze in your place, “so it was true”

"Was I not good enough, lewis ?" He stays quiet, eyes finding the carpet beneath his feet “was you daughter not good enough?” The anger you feeling boils in you.

"Don't you ever say that again" it's his turn to become angry. How dare she think that!? He loved you, and he still does, even though he cheated on you.

"But it's true, lew" you now has tears in you eyes and all lewis wants to do is pull you into his chest and tell her that it's not, that he loves her so much, but he doesn't do that, he just sits there and watches her full apart, all because of one? drunken mistake

“Your missing out on you daughters life lewis all because of this party lifestyle”

You sigh and wipes under your eyes "-let's take a break, yeah? So you can figure out what you want. I'm not letting go of all the effort I've put in the last years"

“I’m going to stay with max for a while, I’ll see you at the gp, I’ll bring silva and maybe you can spend time with her there”

lewis wipes his own tears and nods, he doesn’t need to think about what he wants, he knows what he want, his daughter and you.

you both say goodbyes with one last hug at both on your guys doorstep, tears leaving both of your eyes when you whispers goodbye in the corner of his neck.

“bye silv, I’ll see you soon yeah, daddy loves you” he says when you pull apart from him and presses a kiss on to her puffy cheek.

“I love you” lewis confesses after doing the same and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I love you”.

lewishamilton ✓

lewishamilton: always you 2 ❤️

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#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton fluff #angst #lewis hamilton #hamiltonells

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beforeimdeceased · 3 months

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A GIRL IS MISSING: SMALL TOWN, BIG PROBLEMS 🪰🔎🚬

synopsis: what happens when a young girl goes missing and you volunteer yourself to help find her?

a/n: this is like…i’m trying something new okay! let me know if you want a part 2 i hope you like my experimental mystery/thriller. please give feedback it’s highly appreciated! 🙏🏽

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everyone had gathered at the church on joneston, down the road from the chicken shack. you can’t miss it. everyone had been gathering there for days in the sharp cold of the winter. runny noses and swollen eyes. some crying, some from lack of sleep.

a young girl was missing. that was the headline of the town newspaper for the past 48 hours. missing poster plastered on the front. sweetest smile you’d ever seen.

dina woodward was witty, quick on her feet and excelled in all her classes. graduated from high school and went on to work at the local bakery for her gap year. just saving up for a car. she was in plays, never missed a festival, and lit up every room she walked into. that’s what everybody said. that’s what you wished you could say.

the truth is, you didn’t know her very well. you’d gone to elementary school together but she was bit off and hung out with a different crowd. all the way up till senior year. her friends were the ones with the tear swollen eyes.

ellie williams, her neighbor and girlfriend, had chosen the picture for the missing poster. you talked to her once and the conversation went like, “hey, do you know what time it is?” “2:30.” “thanks.” lined lips, freckled face, smelled like car oil and the cigarettes she pretended not to smoke in the stairwell.

abby anderson, her enemy turned friend, couldn’t even look up. her face was in her hands as she hid her wails. they had gotten into a fight about some miscommunication during lunch one day. threw the whole middle school into a ruckus. team dina and team abby. the brunch moms talked about it on weekends, you’d heard them while you sat off to the side as your mom waited tables. drunk ladies blabbering on about who should apologize first. they ended up settling it after a game of volleyball. real dramatic handshake. some people clapped.

jesse, last name unknown due to you never being awarded the chance of knowing it, was her ex boyfriend and right hand. as an outsider you predicted that it would’ve been messy. the way they’d broken up and she was seen slipping off into dark corners with ellie a few weeks after, but there was no war. no bloodshed. only whispers of drama from bored admirers and jealous bitches.

your eyes were sunken on account of your lack of sleep. days at the post office, mixed with nights at the police station, molded with mornings in the church for the search party meeting was a recipe for disaster on your sleep schedule. not that you could sleep anyway, too busy dreaming about finding her dead in a ditch somewhere. waking up sweating like a whore in church-

“alrighty! thank you all for coming again today. looks like the crowd is a bit smaller than it was yesterday, but let’s not fret. we’re all going to work together to find her.” maria, leader of the search party, wavers her gaze to the three close friends of dina. face falling into a sympathetic gaze. “we’re going to find her.”

that second sentence sounded far less convincing than the first one. you knew, and they knew, that with this shit weather there was no way she could have disappeared for a week and survived out there on her own. she could’ve been kidnapped, oh god that’s worse. let’s stop thinking.

since the crowd had gotten smaller, the groups maria had configured were forced to shrink. too many lone soldiers and people without partners. she had to start being strategic. playing on the strengths of each individual, hoping they’d all make well rounded teams. then she pointed her finger at you, then at the blonde, then at lips in a line, then at sweet jesse and she smiled in your face.

“and you guys will be team 4.”

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mangosrar · 6 months

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Tough guy Jasper.

pt2 of middle game!!

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

pt1 “middle game”

warnings: alottttt of angst, fighting, chris being a hero 🫶

"Hey nick whats up?". It was currently around 6.30pm on a friday night and Rue was getting ready for a party. Some influencer had invited her, Nick, Matt and Chris and each of them a plus one. Nick and Matt had decided against bringing anyone but, obviously Chris was bringing his girlfriend, Sophie, and Rue was bringing Jasper, her boyfriend of 4 months. How fun.

"I was just wondering if you needed Matt to pick you up later?" His voice rang through the speaker.

"Uh no its good Jaspers gonna drive us there" The girl internally screamed at the thought of Chris and Jasper being within a mile radious of eachother. Truth was, after Rue and Chris had confessed to being in love with eachother, they fooled around for a while before Chris miraculously decided he wasnt ready for a relationship. So naturally Rue did what she saw best fit: to get over one man, get under another, however the irony was, she was still getting under the guy she was trying to get over. Both of them were just as bad as eachother, proven so, when Chris had found out that his beloved Rue had moved on, obviously he had to do the same.

"Oh okay cool. I cant wait to see you, we havent seen you in like 2 weeks bro" Rue couldn’t help but scrunch her face up at the word. We. She wished she could be honest with her best friend but how was she supposed to say 'Nick youre so silly, its just you and matt i havent seen, i was actually getting my bones jumped by your brother last night behind my boyfriends back but snuck out this morning before anyone was up. See you at the party!!!'. She was doomed.

"Me too Nick, ive missed you so much" She wrapped up the conversation and carried on getting ready, but she couldn’t shake the overarching feeling of guilt. She was lying to everyone she loved. Well all but one.

7.30 pm rolled around fast and before she knew it she was waiting for Jasper to pull up. She felt and looked great. Clad in a skin tight dress that stopped just below her knees, white heels, and a perfect amount of clevage on show. Jasper will love this, but Chris would love it more. And just like he infiltrated her thoughts, he infiltrated her attention. Her phone chimed and she raced to check it.

Chris: Tough guy Jaspers coming huh?

Rue: Yes. Sophie?

Chris: Na something came up shes not coming. But you will be 🙃

Rue: Talkin about you "making me come" and your girlfriends name in the same sentence? player

Chris: You know it sweetheart. See you soon.

Asshole.

The party was heaving by the time they arrived. The smell of alcohol and weed heavy in the air. Nick had quickly found Rue and Jasper, Matt in tow, but Chris was nowhere to be seen.

"Wheres Chris?" She couldnt help but ask, curiosity killed the cat.

"Hes outside on the phone to Sophie, he'll be over in a sec" Matt replied shooting her a tight lipped smile. Rue was never really that close to Matt, sure they were freinds but not like how she was with Chris or Nick.

"Speak of the devil and he shall apear" Jasper muttered but it fell on deaf ears, hed said it quiet enough for only her to hear. Jasper was never really fond of Chris. Or anyone who came near his girlfriend really. He always said Chris was 'too friendly' or 'too handsy'. You dont know the half of it.

"Rue, long time no see" Chris pulled rue in for a hug. His hands rested just above her ass and he seperated himself from the girl with a toothy grin, she threw him a warning look saying 'carefull', he just moved his eyes to the left of her and let them land on Jasper.

"What up bro" Chris held his hand out for Jasper to take and he ignored him completely. Not even sparing him a glance.

"Jas dont be rude" She looked over to Jasper with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows, after realising she had been staring at Chris this entire time. Jasper just scoffed and continued looking everywhere but Rue or her friends. Rue wanted the floor to open and swallow her up right there and then. Chris just raised his eyebrows and scoffed with a surprised smile turning to look at the poor girl. The look on his face told her everything his mouth didnt. Tough guy Jasper. Huh.

"Im gonna go get a drink ill be back in a sec" She didnt even wanna think about how awkward it would be after she walked away. Making a bee line for the kitchen island that was full of different drinks, she picked up the vodka, popped the lid off the bottle and started chugging. Ew.

The party was now well and truly under way and Rue was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. Chris had been watching her all night, he was like a hunter watching its prey, ready to pounce any second. He had been watching Jasper put his hands all over Rue where his should be. He hated it. It was like torture. He just wanted to go over there and beat Jasper to a bloody pulp, but somehow he couldnt help but be angry at her. He couldnt understand why she was letting Jasper touch her like that when she knew Chris was watching.

There were drunk or high bodies dancing all over eachother, including Rue and Jasper. He was far too drunk for his girlfriends liking but she didnt care. Her back was flush to his chest and she was dancing on him like it was nobodys business. except Chris'. He was like a hawk. He sat across from where they were dancing, scowl on his face, smoking a blunt, man spreading in all his glory for her too see, and god did he look sexy. If it wasnt for the man behind her whispering how horny he was in her ear, she would have walked Chris out of that party and fucked him in the car. For a moment she considered it, but Jasper had other ideas.

He grabbed her arm and before she knew it they were in the hallway about to be lead up the stairs. The same stairs she had just been up with Chris about an hour ago. His face between her legs in some random bathroom, her hand slapped over her mouth.

"You like this dont you mh? Coming on my face while you’re boyfriend waits for you down stairs?" He tutted at her.

"I hope you dont kiss your girlfreind with that mouth" She breathed out in a strangled whine, as Chris dived back in, devouring her like a starved man. He didn’t even bother to respond, he just looked up at her and smirked.

Focus Rue.

She pulled back slightly stopping her boyfreind in his tracks.

"What are you doing?" Her voice slightly raised so he would hear you over the music. Jasper came closer to her grabbing her ass, moving his face down to her ear, planting kisses there.

"Come on baby i need you right now" He continued running his hands all over, despite rue trying to push him off.

"I dont want to Jasper. lets just wait until we get home" He was a man who could not be moved. He continued pulling her towards the stairs but she was having none of it.

"Jas come on" Rue struggled in his grip. He ignored her protests and carried on pulling her arm. His grip was unwavering and she was sure there would be bruises in the morning. Rue wasn’t weak by any means, but Jasper was much stronger than she was.

"Jasper stop it, youre hurting me" She was now panicked and stone cold sober, distress evident in her shaky voice, and desperately pulling against him but he was not letting up. He carried on pulling her through the hall way towards the stairs in a death grip.

She was helpless, the only thing running through her mind was how Chris would never do this. Chris. Chris. Chris.

CHRIS.

Before she could even protest Chris had lached his hands onto Jaspers shirt, roughly pulling him back, away from Rue. Jasper came stumbling back and it was like everything was suddenly going in slowmotion. The look on Chris' face spoke volumes, 'i’m going to tell him'. She kept her eyes on his, wordlessly begging not to say anything. But before she could even get a word in, Chris opened his mouth.

"She asked you to stop tough guy" His chest was heaving and he looked like he was about to rip Jaspers throat out. He protectively stood infront of the girl, putting a barrier between Rue and her boyfriend. People were now crowding around the two boys after hearing the commotion, waiting in anticipation.

"Chris please" She silently begged for him not to. He knew what she was asking but he didnt care.

"If i wanna fuck my girlfriend i will, you dont need to be so pissed just because she wont let you fuck her Chris" Jaspers words were slurred and he could barely stand straight. Chris had a shit eating grin on his face and Rue knew it was coming before it even happened, clasping her hands together, praying for some sort of relief from a god she had no right to beg for. Not with how far she had come.

"Oh but she does" Before Rue or Jasper could even get a word in Chris sent a searing punch straight at him, his fist connecting with Jaspers jaw, sending him flying onto his back, and in no time Chris was on top of him sending hit after hit.

Rue was yelling at Chris to stop, but he couldn't even hear her. He was like a man posessed, Relentless with his hits. Matt and Nick appeared from the living room after hearing all the comotion, but all they could see was her face. The look of pure horror so evident, they knew it was Chris and Jasper. Matt made his way through the crowd and pulled Chris off of Jasper. His nuckles were bloody and he stood there panting, looking down at his bloody handywork lying on the floor. Jasper was bleeding from everywhere. Rue stood speechless, her wide eyes jumping between the two boys, waiting for Chris to say or do anthing. At this point the tears were full force running down her face. Chris turned to her and his face softened at the sight of her weeping, it was like something had changed in his eyes but she couldnt figure out what.

"Rue..." It was like he was the only person in the room. How could he do this? How could he embaress her like this? His hand reached out to touch her arm but she pulled away from him and pushed past him, making sure to shove his shoulder with her own on the way out the front door.

"Victoria!" She heard someone yell after her and she was sure it was Matt, but she was too focused on getting as far away from Chris as she could.

She was so angry she felt sick. Chris had no right to do that. He had no right to interfere with her relationship like that. She wanted to wring his neck. She wanted to tell the whole world just how terrible he was, like he had just done to her.

What he didn’t understand was that she had the information to ruin his relationship and possibly his life. He embarrassed her and carved his name into her back, and she had a golden opportunity to destroy everything on a nuclear scale. Why wouldn’t she use it? The truth was she knew there were two ways to end a war. Going nuclear or just simply walking away. She wouldn’t gain anything by shooting him down or drawing a knife straight through the heart of his ego. It didn’t make her life any better. And this hit for hit thing they've had going on these past few months, was lasting a little too long for Rues liking.

nothing better than seeing a man w bloody knuckles 😛😛😛😛😛😛

@christinarowie332 @sturniolostvrs @kitaysworld @urmyslxt @biimpanicking @soursturniolo @sturnphilia @cupidtoast @lividnity @sukiwaterhousestan @freshlovehacker @deatthmatch @fandomhopped

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reidslovely · 8 months

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Just a Tap

Synopsis: Before they were Peter and Bashful they were strangers with an annoying (semi-traumatic) meet cute.

Pairing: Frat!Peter x Fem!Reader/OC

CW: None really, car accident? maybe if you can count that. Swearing.

Reblog or comment in place of liking this post, pretty please.

Pulling out of ESU parking structure six was a hell fest. There was a constant flow of traffic that seemingly never let up, and a ton of pedestrians that would either wait for all the cars to pull out before crossing the path, or simply used the heavy traffic flow to their advantage. (Y/N) pushed her head back into her seat frustrated, why was New York traffic such a nightmare. The highway traffic started to let up and she sat straight up breathing a sigh of relief.

“Fucking finally.”

She looked right and then left before letting off her gas, letting her car roll. Out of nowhere a skateboarder rolled in front of her, causing her to barely tap him with her car. But still she felt terrible. She slammed on her breaks, her hands flying up to her mouth. The boy slammed his hands on the hood of her car, throwing his hands up. He was quite obviously laughing at the situation, and did not seem injured at all. Placing her car in park and throwing her flashers on she basically threw herself out of the vehicle, the skateboarder had already started walking away tossing a look over his shoulder. (Y/N), however, was frozen in place.

“I am so sorry, are you okay? Do you need a ride?” She yelled after him, looking over her shoulder to make sure no other cars were leaving behind her.

“I’m good! Just wanted to play it up a little bit.”

He laughs, turning, his skateboard in hand. “We should both watch where we are going next time.” He yelled back smiling. “You’re too pretty to be hitting boys with your car.”

(Y/N) shook her head, swallowing the tears that had built up in her eyes. How could he just be joking about this. Then she saw the shirt: yellow with a red Theta Tau logo on it with ‘ESU est. 1930.’ stitched below it. Frat boys. Suddenly she felt less bad for tapping the bleached blonde with her car.

“But I skate through here the same time everyday, maybe don’t hit me next time okay?”

“How about I make sure I don’t miss next time?” She yells back getting into her car, now annoyed that he found the whole interaction funny when she was trying to be sincere. The blonde smiled in response, she watched him turn and skate away. She checked both ways multiple times and pulled onto the road heading to pick her friend up from work.

Fraternity row was lit up in all different colors, the first football game of the season had just ended and the whole street was celebrating the victory. M.J. wrapped her arm around (Y/N) as they walked down the street.

“Come on you seriously can’t still be hung up on the douchebag that skated out in front of you. He was in the wrong not you, he was jaywalking..jay..skating? Doesn’t matter.” The red head shook her head, her curls shaking. “He’s a dick for that and I’ll tell him if we ever see him. Now please relax and party. Please, it's the first big frat crawl of the semester.”

“Fine..yeah, you’re right.”

“I know I am.” M.J. kissed her friend's head, and started to say something else before being cut off.

“Hey! Watson! Hey!”

M.J. and (Y/N) turned their heads quickly trying to spot the voice that came blaring towards them. A head of blonde hair was in front of them in seconds. A lanky guy stood before them engulfing M.J. in a hug which she gladly returned. “Oh my god. Osborn you scared me, hey this is my roommate and friend (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Harry the guy I was telling you about.”

Harry Osborn was a name you were all too familiar with. M.J. had been in love with him since summer orientation when they met and got stuck in the elevator together. They’d been talking ever since.

“Hey nice to finally meet you.”

“Yeah you too.” Harry smiles at her. “Hey, why don’t you guys come into Theta and party?” He offered up, pointing in the direction of the bright yellow door contrasting against the white siding of the huge house.

“Look at that line, no thanks.” (Y/N) laughed.

“No no it’s my frat, well I’m a pledge but I can get y’all in come on.”

(Y/N) stood against the back wall of the party, a black plastic cup in hand as she sipped the vodka sprite mixture out of it. If she could fold in on herself she would, she didn’t even like frat crawls. She only went because M.J. begged her, and she didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to hang out with her. However, M.J. was nowhere in sight. Osborn had stolen her away as soon as they got into the house.

“Well..look who it is.” A voice pooked around the corner at her, she jumped slightly. “Oh come on don’t be bashful. You already hit me with your car.”

It was the blonde guy from yesterday, he leaned against the wall next to her. Smiling at her slightly. “I said I was sorry, you walked out in front of me.”

“I did yeah sorry. But it’s really rude of you.” (Y/N) stomped her foot wanting to crawl in a hole and cry. “I didn’t mean too hi-”

“No not that. I mean not asking for my name..it was the least you could do after all.”

Her brows furrowed, mouth forming a smile ‘o’. Her eyes feel to the ground and she bit the inside of her cheek.

“Peter Parker..and you?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L).”

Peter smiled and slid down the wall sitting on the floor, waiting for her to join him.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N)…again.”

Wrote this very quickly this morning because the lab is empty and have no one coming in until later.

#tasm peter parker #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm andrew garfield #tasm peter x reader #frat!peter #andrew garfield #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm! peter parker #tasm peter imagines

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oreharuuu · 1 year

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Summary: Getting into a sorority party that your friend threw monthly was supposed to be fun after months of not joining in. You didn't know this one thing could throw your boyfriends into a frenzy.

Pairings: yandere!poly!ateez x reader

Warnings: yandere themes obvi, gaslighting, toxic behavior, possessive behavior, suggestive themes

A/N: first req babyy! And it's from my dear friend @starillusion13 , this one for u babes! Hope you like it ;)

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you smoothed down the tight dress you wore for the sorority party. You glanced at your phone, seeing as you still have a few minutes left before the party. You smiled when Taeyeon texted you, reminding to bring some extra vodka for the party.

Your smile turned to a grimace when another text popped up.

Yeosang.

Sangieee: babe, don't forget to lock the door when we're out k?

You bit your lip, texting a reply back before turning off your phone, exhaling softly before walking to the kitchen to grab the stashed vodka you bought a few days ago. The boys all asked why you bought the drink, lying through your teeth that your friend only asked you to buy it since the stores near her sorority was already empty.

You really did felt bad for lying, but when will you have another chance to go to a party without them disagreeing instantly?

The answer? Probably not in a million years.

Your boys are all very protective of you, always with you at every second when they have no classes. You did notice though that after dating them, a few of the boys like Mingi, San, and Wooyoung all appeared in your class.

You asked Mingi about it, him only smiling as he brushed your hair away. "We only did some talking with the administrator, no big deal."

Even though you all went to a prestigious university that has strict rules about moving classes as the semester is still ongoing.

Then again, Hongjoong's parents are the biggest donators for the university. You still have your doubts, but the suspicion is still there in the back of your mind.

Snapping back to reality when your phone rang loudly, you quickly answered your phone, stopping in your tracks as you swore under your breath.

"Baby? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Yu. Just stubbed my toe," You lied, entering the spare room to grab Jongho's cardigan that somewhat suits your dress perfectly.

"Hmm, well I just wanted to call you to say that we may be out longer than we anticipated. Some idiot made a ruckus, resulting the place being in lockdown since security is checking everyone."

"Oh?"

"Don't be disappointed," Yunho chuckles. "We're probably back in two hours tops."

Two hours? Maybe you could stay a little longer than you expected.

"Okay, Yuyu. Stay safe, okay?"

"Alright, baby. Love you."

"Love you too. Oh! And also the other boys," You smiled before saying goodbyes. You huffed before grabbing your purse and the vodka, walking outside of the shared apartment and into the campus area where students are still loitering around on a Friday night.

You quickly spotted Taeyeon's sorority house, colorful lights and bass blaring from the house indicating that the party already started. You waved at a few of her sorority friends, quickly making way to the kitchen where you're met with the sight of Taeyeon making out with a frat boy named Baekhyun.

"Tae! I brought the vodka!"

She gasped loudly, shoving Baekhyun so hard that he fell to his ass, hissing in pain. "Don't do that! I thought you were Yoona for a sec there."

"Why? She doesn't even care that you're making out with her ex," You snort, placing the vodka down before grabbing the endless red solo cups.

"She might say that but I know from her looks that she's not entirely over him," Taeyeon pointed at him, making Baekhyun quirk his brow in interest. "Wait...really?"

"What does that supposed to mean?" She glared at him, making Baekhyun stammer his way out of the problem. Feeling the tense atmosphere, you slowly walked backwards towards where the party is, waving and giving him a thumbs up as Baekhyun looked at you for help.

You pulled Jongho's cardigan tighter around you, sipping your drink as you made way towards the small group sitting near the TV.

"Yo, there she is!"

"Hey, guys," You smiled at the group, sitting down next to Sunny who instantly chattered away, asking you about your boyfriends. You don't blame her, you never really mentioned them at all except when people asked you directly.

You felt a buzz from the cardigan, heart dropping as Seonghwa's name showed up on the screen. "Fuck me."

"What?" Sunny peeked at your phone, gasping in delight as she realized what's going on. "Did you—Don't tell me you just sneaked out to come here!"

"I mean..."

"Babe, I don't blame you," Sunny holds both of your hands, leaving you to drop your phone as it still rings. "You always join our party before you've met them. And now, it's basically like you're never here! Have fun, don't worry about them."

You glanced at your phone, eyes widening at the numerous texts blasting through your phone. You raised a hand up to Sunny, smiling apologetically as you stand up to walk outside.

23 missed calls.

Damn.

You yelped when your phone rings again, quickly answering it without seeing who called you. "Hello?"

"Sweetheart? Where are you?" Yeosang's voice made you freeze, quickly glancing around before trying to find a quiet spot near the sorority house.

"Um, I'm just—I'm out."

"Out."

"Yeah," You laugh nervously. "Just wanted some fresh air."

"You know you're not supposed to go outside right?"

"It's just—I can't sleep," You quickly lied. "So I went to the convenience store to buy a drink and maybe walk around the park near the university."

He only hums, making you bit your lip as you waited for him to reply. "Is that why you didn't reply to any of our texts?"

"Oh, about that..."

"Sweetheart, we know you're lying."

Your heart dropped, fingers twitching in an anxious manner as you tried to calm your heart. "What are you talking about?"

There was no reply, only hushed talking as it sounds like Yeosang's phone being passed to someone else.

"Don't lie, baby. Although you're near the university, we know you're not in the park," Hongjoong spoke through the phone.

"Huh? How did you—"

"You didn't turn off your location."

Eyes widening in realization, you quickly looked through your phone, cursing under your breath when the small red dot was still on. Your eyes shifted from your location to another red dot approaching yours.

You turned on the speaker, deciding to sit on the bench nearby. "Are you guys going to get me?"

"Hmm, maybe."

"I'm being serious, Jjoong."

"And we were being serious about you staying inside," He replied back, his tone serious and unwavering. "We care about you, we just wanted you to be safe. It's night, (name). Have you been listening to the recent attacks near university?"

You did know about the attacks. In fact, it somehow relates back to you since the guy who got attacked was your study partner, a frat guy named Minhyuk. Sure he was a bit rough and annoying, but at least he did his part of the work.

"I do know, Jjoong," You can't help but roll your eyes. "He was my study partner."

"And now you know why we're being extra careful with you. We don't want you to get hurt. The fact that it's a person who's that close to you, it makes our hearts hurt when we think about how dangerous it is for you."

You sighed, feeling the guilt rising inside your head as you anxiously played with the loose thread on the cardigan. "I just—I just wanted to have fun."

"Are you saying you don't have fun with us?"

"What? No! That's not what I meant and you—"

"It sounds like that, baby. Maybe deep down you do feel like that around us."

"Jjoong, stop it," You closed your eyes. "I'm sorry, okay? I just wanted to have fun like I used to do. It's been such a long time since I've meet with my friends outside of class."

There's talking from the other side, the boys seemingly discussing it together. You didn't even notice the single tear already coming out of your eyes, quickly rubbing it away and exhaling quietly.

"Alright, honey," Jongho said. "We'll talk about it more at home, but we'll agree to let you continue the party tonight."

"Wait, really?"

Jongho hums. "But, we have a set of rules for you to follow."

"Yeah, what is it?" You quickly agreed, not wanting the good chance to slip by.

"You have to be accompanied by two of us to every party you go. We know you're at the sorority party your friend always throw, and we know a few of them to not feel threatened."

"That's why we already sent—"

"Hi, sweetcheeks."

Your head snaps up towards the voice, letting confused smile grow on your face as San and Wooyoung walked towards you, their clothes still the same when they left.

"Seems like they're already there."

"We're here," Wooyoung sighed as he sits down next to you, placing his arm on the back of the bench as San followed his action. "No need to worry anymore. We'll stay here with her for as long as we have to."

"Really? I thought you guys were being checked or something," You asked. But Wooyoung only smirked as San chuckles. "Paid a little bit of money here and there, and boom! We're out."

"Besides, that dinner party was sooo boring," Wooyoung whines, placing his head on your shoulder as he pouted at you. "When we heard you're here at the party, we decided to just come here! You are happy, right?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, babe," San started. "Seems like you really didn't care about us when you left the apartment. It kinda hurts, ya know? Being left out from your plans."

"I'm sorry, you guys haven't let me party ever since we started dating. I saw a chance...and I took it."

"Don't worry," It's Mingi's turn to speak through the phone now. "You can party whenever you want. As long as you have at least two of us with you at all times. Got it?"

You hum in agreement. "Alright, you all win."

"But we do have to talk about your punishment."

"Punishment?"

Wooyoung giggles as he kissed your cheek. "You thought you weren't getting any punishment? Honey, you disobeyed us by going out when we strictly told you not too."

"Plus, you guys should all see what's she's wearing," San hums as he rubs your waist with his hand beneath the cardigan. "A very...interesting choice indeed."

"Oh my, is it really that bad?" Seonghwa asked.

"A bit too tight in my opinion," Wooyoung shrugged. "But don't worry! We have a plan to show that she's ours."

"Huh? What do you—" You can't even finish your sentence before Wooyoung kissed you hard on the mouth, making you fall backwards to San as he easily catches you, kissing your neck before he started to suck on it.

You involuntarily moaned at the feeling, placing your arms behind Wooyoung's head and playing with his hair. He hums, satisfied, before following San and started biting and kissing your neck as his hands roamed your body.

"Yah! Don't get too carried away!"

Hongjoong's voice made you all stop, gasping for air as San placed a final kiss on your mouth. "Sorry, can't help it."

"Whatever," Hongjoong sighed. "We'll talk about it later. You both stay with her at all times, alright? No wandering around on your own."

"Got it."

"Good. Bye, baby. We love you."

"Love you too."

When the call ended, San jumped to his feet and stretched, his white button up almost exploding at how tight it is. "Come on then, let's party. It has been a while since we joined a party, let alone a sorority one."

Wooyoung holds your hand as San leads the way to the door, entering it and looking around. "You thirsty?"

"Actually, yeah," You replied. Before you told him what you wanted, Wooyoung piped in with his own remark. "No alcohol, Sannie. She has morning class tomorrow and we don't want her to have a hangover."

You huffed, already knowing that now San will not bring you any alcohol. You catch Sunny's questioning glance, before she smirks as she pointed towards her neck. You blushed, rubbing your neck in embarrassment as you realized that the hickeys and bite marks are probably still there.

"Don't feel so embarrassed, babe," Wooyoung smirks as he gropes your ass, making you yelp in surprise before slapping his arm away. "Wear it proudly, you're ours anyway."

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #poly ateez x reader #yandere ateez #yandere #request💌

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 10 months

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Warning: Murray stupidly pushes Steve into outing himself. There is a happy ending. Shoutout to the person who recently posted about this and gave me the idea.

Steve looked around at the party, a warm smile on his face. Joyce was sitting in Hopper's lap as they talked to Claudia and Sue. Judging by the looks on Sue and Claudia's faces, they were boasting about him again. He doesn't understand why they felt the need to brag so much or why they made sure he heard it as often as he could stand it. They were celebrating the fact that the fourth of July was over and that there wouldn't be any more fireworks to retraumatize them. They were also celebrating the fact that they were all alive and well, the gates closed hopefully forever. Steve was sitting off by himself after having chased the kids around the Hoppers' new and spacious backyard with Eddie. Steve was tired, but Eddie somehow managed to keep going and now had Mike in a headlock.

"Finish him!" Erica hollered, causing Hopper and Jonathan to snort into their cups.

Steve laughed. That's when Murray plopped down in the empty chair next to him.

"I'm not sure if I like that kid or if I'm afraid of her," Murray said.

"I'm pretty sure she could have taken down Vecna just by talking to him," Steve said.

"I do not doubt it," Murray cackled.

Mike finally surrendered to Eddie, and he let go of him, cheering loudly. Steve smiled at him, his heart fluttering. Eddie winked at him, and his cheeks flushed red. Nancy cheered and clapped. Mike flipped her off, and Jonathan threw his empty cup at Mike's forehead, and when Mike yelled, Jonathan claimed he was aiming for the trashcan.

"Those two kids still together?" Murray asked.

"Mike and Jonathan never dated. At least, I hope not," Steve said, his brow furrowing.

"No! Nancy and Jonathan!" Murray scowled.

"Oh, yeah, no. They're friends, Nancy wanted to focus on school," Steve said.

"Sounds about right considering I was the one who pushed them together," Murray said.

"You were?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, she was dating this complete dud she clearly had no feelings for," Murray said. "I was all, 'we like Steve, but we don't love Steve'. Hey, you know, you have the same name as him."

"Yeah, it's funny how that works. Poor Steve, right?" He said. "They never love him. I'm the very same Steve, dumbass."

"Don't you like guys?" Murray asked.

"What the fuck?" Steve said, staring at him wide eyes, his cheeks flushed. "No, I don't!"

"I'm not gonna judge you, Harrington," Murray said, rolling his eyes. "I'm gay too. Safe space for you and your boyfriend over there."

"What business of it of yours?" Steve snapped. "And Eddie's not my boyfriend."

"Oh, do you guys need a little push too?" Murray scoffed.

"You do know bisexuals exist, right?" He asked, gripping his cup.

"Yeah, and are you?" Murray asked, amused at how mad Steve was getting.

"It's not any of your goddamn business!" He snarled at him.

"Are you still hung up on Nancy?" Murray continued to push.

"No!" Steve rolled his eyes, wanting this conversation to be over.

He stared ahead, not looking at him. Everyone was still conversing and horsing around while Steve was stuck, having the most awkward conversation of his life. Murray's words from earlier rolling around in his head.

"So, you don't have feelings for him?" He asked.

"I do, okay!" He exclaimed.

"Then what's the problem?" Murray asked.

"We don't love Steve, remember?" Steve growled at him, tear prickling at the corners of his eyes, and suddenly, he was back at Tina's party.

He stood up suddenly, knocking his chair back harshly, causing everyone to look at him.

"Steve, honey, are you okay?" Joyce asked.

"Oh, he's just being a little sensitive, Joyce," Murray replied.

Sensitive. The same word that Steve’s father used to call him when he didn't want to say the word. He always knew about Steve and the fact that he was too sensitive. Steve whirled around, and before he knew what he was doing, his fist was colliding with Murray's face and knocking him out of his chair. There were several gasps, and Murray cackled.

"There's no need to be ashamed of yourself, Steve," he said.

"I have never been ashamed that I also like men, and I am not ashamed that I like Eddie!" Steve yelled at him.

Suddenly, he realized that he just outed himself in front of everyone. Steve felt very overwhelmed. Well, Robin and Dustin already knew. Steve quickly apologized and ran around to the front to head towards his car. He pulled out his keys, but his hands were shaking so badly that he kept dropping them. He got to his driver's side door when he dropped them again. He squatted down to pick them up when he saw someone else's hand reach down to do the same. He looked up to find Eddie squatting next to him.

"Oh, sweetheart," Eddie said softly. "He had no right to push you like that."

Steve hadn't realized he had been crying until Eddie cupped his face and wiped away a tear with his thumb. He could hear the distinct voice of Joyce yelling in the backyard. They stood up, and Steve collapsed into Eddie's open arms. He shoved his face into Eddie's shoulder as he sobbed.

"We like Steve, but we don't love Steve. That's what he said," Steve whispered.

"Please tell me that you don't believe that shit, man," Eddie said. "Because everyone here loves you. . . Including me. Especially me."

"You love me?" Steve said, his voice small.

"Yep, in a very not straight way. I also like men," Eddie said. "I'm not ashamed of it either."

"I want to kiss you," Steve said softly.

"Right here? I'm okay with it if you are," Eddie said.

Steve pressed his lips to Eddie's, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling the metalhead against him. His lips were soft against his own, and then Eddie pressed his lips hard against his as he deepened the kiss. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around Steve’s shoulders as he tried to press himself further against him. Eddie broke the kiss, gently nibbling on Steve’s lip as he pulled away. Steve leaned his forehead against Eddie's, sniffling.

"I love you too, Eddie," Steve whispered.

"See, I knew you needed a push," Murray said.

Steve peered around to see him coming around the house, being dragged by Joyce and Hopper. Murray's nose was bleeding heavily. It was also clearly broken.

"Did I do that?" Steve asked.

"No. It was hard to tell who broke his nose, Sue or Claudia," Hopper said, chuckling. "But it was definitely Joyce who knocked his tooth lose."

"It's still hanging in there. Oh, and there it goes," Murray said.

"By the way, you didn't do shit!" Eddie exclaimed. "Fuck you and your tooth!"

"Yeah, I had a special evening planned tomorrow where I was going to make him dinner and then tell him, so thank you for that," Steve said. "With or without you, I would have told him."

"Wait, really?" Eddie asked with wide eyes. "Even though this jackass ruined your big reveal, can we still have dinner together tomorrow?"

"Yeah, it can be our first date," Steve said, smiling softly.

"You mean our first date wasn't our trip through the Upside Down together?" Eddie asked, and Steve laughed, shaking his head. "How about I do the cooking, big boy?"

Murray made a half assed apology before leaving. That's when Sue and Claudia came through with the kids following behind them. Sue, Claudia, and Robin started fussing over him.

"Oh, honey, are alright?" Sue asked.

"I'm much better, thanks, Sue," Steve said and pulled out of Eddie's arms to welcome her embrace.

"Oh, sweetie, we just want you to know that we love you," Claudia said.

"Yeah, we're proud of you, baby," Sue said, rubbing his shoulder.

"Yes, we love you, too, Steve," El said. "You and Eddie are cute."

"It's awesome!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Uh, why are Erica and Max whispering with their heads pressed together?" Steve asked.

"Uh, well, they said they were plotting Murray's death, but it was hard to tell if they were joking or not, and I wasn't going to ask," Lucas said.

"You guys really love me, huh?" Steve asked.

"Of course, sweetheart, you're family," Joyce said. "After everything you've done, it would be pretty shitty of us not to accept you."

"Yeah, you're our brother in arms," Lucas said.

"Our paladin," Will said with a proud grin.

"Our protector," El said.

"Our washed-up jock," Erica said with a fond smile.

"Our mother," Max said with an amused smile.

"Our kid," Sue, Claudia, Charles, Joyce, and Hopper said.

"My platonic soulmate," Robin said with a twinkle in her eye.

"My boyfriend?" Eddie asked.

"Your boyfriend," Steve said as he choked on his happy tears.

He swooped in and kissed his boyfriend in front of his entire family.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #steve gets outed #murray bauman is a creep #he's also an asshole #the party #the hendersons and sinclairs adopt steve

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brae-brae · 4 months

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RODRICK HEFFLEY X READER (fluff)

"He did that shit to me too..."

So TW to people. this contains mentions of SA, SH, and underage drinking.

Sorry if this is shit. I don't really post on Tumblr and I don't really know how to do this, so I'm just gonna put this on here- ALSO HEATHER IS NICE IN THIS ONE!!!!! (kind of)

“A party? Oh, I don’t know…” I twirled my hair, something my mom said I do when nervous or deep in thought. Lily, my best friend, sighed on the other end. “Oh, come on! You haven’t been to a party in forever!” I gripped my hair at the thought of the last party I went to. “Yeah, you know why..” silence. After what felt like forever, she finally spoke. “Listen, I know last time wasn’t the best party experience ever..” I rolled my eyes. “Yea, being… well you know isn’t the best scenario… for anyone. Anywhere...” she breathed out. I rolled on my back looking at the ceiling. “Listen, you don’t have to go. I just thought you would want to get out of the house. You’ve been in there all summer!” I looked to my side, noticing my alarm clock. 9:17

After a little bit of debating, I finally responded. “Be at your place in 15.” her squeal was heard over the phone. “OKAY! LOVE YOU! I laughed at the response. “Love you too.”

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I guess that’s how I got here. A house full of sweaty teens, completely intoxicated, dancing, whether on each other or with friends. Lily ran up to her boyfriend Ben, kissing him on the cheek, and engulfing him in a big hug. “Hey, Y/N, how have you been?” I shrugged my shoulders. “You know,” I put a finger gun in my mouth, before going back to my nonchalant self, “the usual.” he chuckled and put an arm around Lily.

Lily looked behind me before looking back at me, smiling evilly. “Oh, heyyyyyyy Rodrick.” I quickly threw my head around to see Rodrick Heffley coming towards us with drinks in his hand. Handing me one smiling, before turning his attention to the other two. “Hey?” he said confused. I quickly drank the cup, hoping it was beer. I needed to calm my nerves. Thank god. Beer.

We walked into the living room sitting on the couch. “So, it’s been a while,” Rodrick said smiling. I could feel my face heat up at his words. Looking down at my cup, I let out a nervous laugh. “Hehe, yea. Just been kinda cooped up lately. You know, listening to music and reading, boring shit.” I took a large drink from my cup, earning a laugh from him. “Yea, so how have you been?” he said putting his foot on his knee, putting an arm on the back of the couch. “Oh same old, same old. How about you? Heard y’all have been working on a new song?” he immediately perked up, his whole demeanor changing.

He loved it when someone asked about his band or music. “Oh well actually-” he yamered on about his music and the song names they came up with so far. A lot of people find it annoying but I loved hearing him talk. Whether it’s about legos, the newest hyper fixation he was having, or whatever his mind could come across. I loved it. His voice brought me a sense of calm, which is surprising because he’s just as fast-talking as I am. I guess because I’ve known him for years, I kind of just got used to it, finding peace in it too.

After a long talk and about 4 cups later, I hopped off the couch, suddenly stumbling back. “I am,” I paused turning around to look at a giggling Lily, “Going to the kitchen.” I smiled and walked off, Lily saying something about me being fucked up. As I made my way to the kitchen, I bumped into someone. “Well, hello..” the dude smiled at me, “I’m Justin, and you are?” I smiled and got the last few drops out of my cup. “Y/N, I was just headed to the kitchen, care to join me?” I said with a smile. Eventually, we started to talk as we made our way to the kitchen. As he spoke, I couldn’t help but get bored by his presence. It was giving... toxic masculinity. I turned around to grab a pop, only to see Rodrick, in the dining room talking to Ben.

I couldn’t help myself but stare.

The way he holds his cup, the way he moves his hands when he talks, the way he smiles, oh his smile. God, it was contagious. His smile followed by his laugh makes my face feel like a thousand suns, kinda makes my butt and outer thighs tingle, too. I caught myself looking at him for longer than I should have but I didn’t care. Justin’s voice slowly faded into the loud music. All my thoughts wandered to him. What was he laughing about? Did he like my outfit today? I wonder what he’s thinking about? Should I go talk to him?

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” I saw Justin’s hand waving in front of my face. My head whipped around to look at him. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” his arm dropped to his side, and the shit-eating grin that was on his face before was gone. Probably left a while ago. “I was just saying that this party is really fun and all, but would you wanna go somewhere… more private?” his hand came up to my arm and started to rub it. I looked down, honestly kinda uncomfortable. I looked up, trying to give him the best smile I could without seeming shocked.

“Um, I think I’d rather stay here..” I said pulling away from him. He quickly grabbed my shoulder when I tried to walk away, putting his hands on either side of me, blocking me from leaving. “What? Really? I sat here for 15 minutes talking while you just stared at who knows what. You could at least give me something in return.” his voice was dark and stern. It made my stomach churn in fear. He grabbed my hip, forcing me closer to him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as his face got closer to mine. I could feel the color drain from my face.

Shit.

No no no, I can’t move. Please god. I promised. I promised wouldn’t get into this situation again. Please god someone- “Hey! Y/N, right?” we both turned at the sound of a girl’s voice. Through my blurry vision, I could make out a blond girl wearing a pink tank top and low-rise jeans. She was really pretty. I nodded, finally. “Hey, so I need your help in the bathroom,” she looked at Justin, “Girl problems.” she smiled sweetly at him. She grabbed my hand leading me through the living room. Before we went behind the wall, I caught a glimpse of confused Rodrick.

We made it upstairs to the bathroom, and when she closed the door, I immediately started to throw up. I didn’t know if it was the drinking or the fact I was scared shitless. She sat there rubbing my back, holding my hair. “Are you okay? God, I’m so sorry..” I looked up at her, smiling weakly. “God you’re pretty..” she giggled and sat on the bathtub. “Thank you, I get that a lot,” she said flicking her hair back. “I’m Heather by the way, Heather Hills,” she paused, sitting on the floor with me,

“Listen, I saw what Justin was doing, and I couldn’t just stand there and watch that asshole just feel you up, you know?” I nodded. I was shanking, no, trembling.

Then, I just started balling. Crying hunched over the toilet. thankful for the blaring music downstairs. “Hey, it’s okay. I know. He did that shit to me too. Normally, I would just laugh at a guy’s pathetic excuse to flirt with a hot girl and joke about it with my friends,” she laughed to herself, almost as if she were remembering her doing that. Then she stopped, looking at me in the eyes. “But I knew what he was planning, no fuck that, scheming. He did..” she looked at the door for a minute then continued after clearing her throat, “He did that to me, too. Back in freshmen year.” she looked at her hands in her lap, almost dazed.

I sat up from the toilet and looked at her. I tried to find the right words, the best ones, to express myself without seeming like too much. But all I could say was, “Thank you.” she smiled at me, helping me up off the bathroom floor. We walked out of the bathroom, and I followed her back downstairs. As I turned off the last step, I bumped into someone. “Oh my shit, sorry..” I looked up at the idiot who had bumped into me, only to be met with dark brown eyes. My mouth instantly ran dry, however, that was the only dry thing on me…

Just as he was about to speak, Heather interrupted. “Jesus Hefley, watch where you’re going..” she pulled me along with her to her friends. The rest of the night was kind of a blur. All I remember was dancing, laughing, and thinking about Rodrick.

The next day, I woke up in my room, my head pounding. I look at my floor to see…

“RODRICK??” he jumped up at the sound of my terrified voice. He kneeled on my bed. Grabbing my hands. “Hey, hey, you okay?” his eyes laced with concern. I shook my head and instantly regretted it. “Here, drink some water.” he handed me a water bottle, and I instantly began to chug it. Setting the empty bottle down on my nightstand, only for it to drop.

Then it hit me. Like a fucking truck. “Um… this isn’t my room..” he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “No, it is not. its mine." he paused, "What do you remember from last night?” he asked while sitting on, what I now know is, his bed. I thought, trying to remember. “Not really anything… wait, did we-” his hands shot up, shaking crazily. “NO NO NO! I wouldn’t ever think about that shit with you that fucked up!” I let out a relieved breath. “Okay. I just wanted to make sure.” he nodded. His eyes suddenly became very worried. “So last night, you were wasted, like I said before and so you threw up all over your shirt..” I looked down.

I wasn’t in my clothes… I was in a graphic teeshirt and some sweatpants, suddenly I realised.

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GETTING READY FOR THE PARTY

I walked over to my closet, going through my abundance of clothes. I grabbed my My Chemical Romance shirt and black leggings. As I started to get undressed, my arm stung as I pulled off my clothes. I looked down at my arm and saw the fresh marks I had left the previous night. I looked down at my shirt and thought to myself. “Shit, hmm.” I quickly switched out my shirt for a plain green hoodie. I looked at myself in the mirror and put on the best smile I could. “Well, ready as I’ll ever be…” I grabbed my bag and headed out of my room.

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“How long?” my eyes shot up to meet his. i looked away. trying to find anything else to focus on. I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my head on them, taking a deep and shaky breath. When I finally looked at him again, I felt the tears prick in my eyes. “Since Jason Dean’s party…” I mumbled, choking slightly, "about 8 months ago."

I couldn’t stop them. The tears just kept coming. Rodrick just sat there, staring at the wall. After what felt like years, he finally spoke. “Can I hug you?” I didn’t respond. I just wrapped my arms around him burring my face in his shirt. He wasted no time in putting his arms around me, but he didn’t squeeze too tight, almost afraid to hurt me.

Eventually, I pulled away, looking at his snot-covered shirt. “Oh, sorry. Kinda just got my nose jizz on your shirt,” I said with a strained laugh. He looked down laughing. “Nose jizz? Dude-” We both burst out laughing. My eyes still have some tears falling. The one thing about our friendship is no matter how serious, jokes will always be okay. Just lightens the mood.

After we both calmed down, he held my hand, causing my face to burn. “Okay, but seriously,” he cleared his throat, trying to suppress his laugh, “does anyone else know?” he said, trying to continue the conversation. I shook my head. “Not even Lily?” I looked up at him, shaking my head again. He looked down, trying to find his next words. “Was it because of the incident?” my hands became clammy, and I felt like puking. “Yeah...” I said meekly. He let out a sigh. “Listen, I want to help you. In any way I can. Okay? I care so much about you and I don’t want you doing this to yourself. I want you to talk to me, that’s what I’m here for…” he held my face with his other hand making me look at him. I nodded.

“Who changed me?” his face burned. “Well technically you did, but okay so-” he thought for a second, “so after most of the people left, Lily said that you should stay here, so I brought you upstairs and you puked all over yourself. So I went to grab some of my clothes and handed them to you, and you kinda just started like, stripping? Hehe..” my face burned, “I went downstairs and when I came back up a few minutes later, you were passed out in my bed. Then when I saw, um those..” he tried to make eye contact with me but failed miserably.

I was still blushing at the fact that he saw me getting undressed. I mean he’s seen me in a bra before, but now I have boobs and stuff, so that made it a little more awkward. Then the question that I was wondering came out of my mouth before I could think. “Why did you sleep on the floor?” his eyes finally met mine. “Oh, uh I didn’t think you would be comfortable with me sleeping next to you, plus you already freaked out when I was on the floor so…” he said rubbing the back of his neck. I again spoke without thinking, “I wouldn’t have minded.” instantly regretted what I said, slapping a hand over my mouth. “Really?” his eyes lit up, slightly squeezing my hand tighter. I looked away from him, hoping he wouldn’t see my red face.

God this boy has me whipped.

“I mean, my back hurts from sleeping on the floor, would it be okay if I laid down here?” he asked hesitantly. I rolled my eyes grinning. “It’s your bed, you can do whatever you want.” he chuckled and laid down.

I gently laid down facing him, hands resting under my face. I quickly looked at his lips and back at his eyes. We sat there in silence, just looking at each other. Wait is he leaning in, wait! Am I leaning in? Just as I thought he was about to kiss me, he paused, “Y/N?” I looked up at him through my eyelashes. “Can I kiss you?” I smiled and nodded. “Use your words..,” he smirked.

“Yes..”

WE LOVE CONSENT!! CONSENT IS SEXYYYYYY UHHHHHH

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k4shixe · 3 months

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Broken Heart. part 2

Characters; fem!reader, Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro (gn!reader aswell)

Warnings; break up, meeting ex, drinking alcohol, partying, drunk, fighting, not proof read

Word count; 1.5k

Summary; After your break up your friends dragged you along for a party and you met someone new.

Here is Part 1

A few days after the break up with Gojo, lets just say you were more then at rock bottom. You sobbed and cried all day while listening to sloppy, sad depressing music which you said to yourself that you would never do. A few of your friends had to come and help you around so that you dont live in a dumpster. The days you did go to work, you noticed your coworker, the one who made you feel worthless and took everything from you, got demoted due to "complaints" and you couldn't help but smirk to yourself. Plus she avoided you twice as much so now you didnt have to see her ugly face. Guess it worked out after all.

Your friends on the other hand tried everything to make you do something but you were always "tired" so they gave up after a while. And as promised, you had gotten up to get a glass of water when you heard a buzz on your phone. Thinking it was one of your friends you looked at the text notification to see it was Gojo. You threw your phone at the couch and took a deep breath before picking it up. You knew you should have blocked him but you still have a little hope.

Gojo: Hey love, can we talk?

You didnt know how to reply to that. How could you? You didnt want to hear him out because there was nothing to say. He was caught red handed and basically pleated guilty. So you switched off your phone and turned on the tv. You got another text but this time from your friends.

Friend 1: Y/n! We're going out to the club today you should come!

Friend 2: Yeah, maybe you can find a better guy then that asshole you dated

Friend 1: Exactly! We are picking you up at 6 so get ready alright!

Leaving the messages on read, you sighed to yourself as you went to your bedroom. You had to get ready or else they'll drag you to the club in your pj's and what if you do find a nice guy? You need to look your best. So you spent the next few hours getting ready, ready to be the prefect person you were always meant to be. As you heard your friend's car pull up in your drive way you checked in the mirror one last time to make sure everything was perfect. Makeup. Great. Outfit. Spectacular. And lastly your phone. You walked out the door feeling like you owned the world and your friends hyped you up especially since this is the first time in a week you've left the house for something personal to do.

Entering the club, you eyes scanned over everyone inside, especially the men who seemed drunker then ever. Was the club that good? Before you could say anything, mostly about going home, your friends dragged you to a booth and ordered a few drinks.

"Cmon y/n! Have some fun!"

"Guys i dont think this is a good idea"

"Nonsense! Just have one!"

So you did, but one turned into 3 then 5 and it just kept going until the point you lost count.

Your friends eventually pushed you to the dance floor where everyone else was and you felt alive. The music was loud and pumping through your veins, the drinks made you loosen up a lot and you had forgotten everything that happened. You signalled to your friend that you'd be sitting down at your booth and began walking towards it once they gave you a thumbs up. Looking towards your booth, your vision blurry you didnt notice you bumped into someone.

"Oh my god! Im so sorry!" You say repeatedly.

"Its okay. Im fine. That was nothing" a deep voice replied. Looking up you see a tall man with dark black hair looking at you.

You nodded and you both carried on with what you were doing but you couldn't get the guys face out of your head. He was a fit looking man with a cut on from the top to the bottom of his mouth. Dang it. You should of asked for his name. You looked around to see if you could spot him again but no use. However what you did see was 10 times worse. Your ex, Gojo, was at the very same bar with his friends and from the looks of it, he was walking right towards you.

"Hey y/n." All the alcohol you had just disappeared and you didnt have blurry vision. Atleast not from the drinks. You friends noticed the tears that were threatening to spill out and rushed over to you.

"Hey what the hell is you problem?"

"Yeah, last time I checked your status was cheater"

You can not emphisias more on how much you love your friends. Gojo ignores them, looking directly at you, his blue eyes showing more then what he was willing to show. But all you could remember was the feeling of betrayal.

Your friends had caused quiet a commotion to the point some people started recording and others started to try break up the fight. You were too busy trying to hold your emotions together, your mind swirling through each thought. It was when you felt a hand on your shoulder that you finally came back to reality.

"You caused quiet a scene, huh Gojo. Leave the poor girl alone" the voice sent shivers down your spine at how calm he sounded. His deep voice was a reminder to who he was and upon looking up you were right. The same man with the cut on his mouth.

"Step aside. I wasn't talking to you." Gojo says as he walks up to the man who is supposedly named Toji. They were standing head to head to each other with your poor self in between them.

"I thought your single now that you cheated with that lame ass women" Toji says as he tilts his head in a mocking smile. No words come from Gojo but a glare was evident as Toji put an arm around your waist and pushed Gojo as you walked together. You were still processing everything, you wanted to turn around to see if Gojo was looking but you knew he was but you turned around anyway and sure he was. You couldn't lie, the satisfaction you felt seeing him with his eyes wide looking directly at you was amazing. You turned around realising the hand tighten a little around your waist and you became a little uncomfortable. You looked towards the ground and took a deep breath.

"Uh thank you for your assistance, but I can take care of myself." You say trying to get away from the man.

"Really? I saw how you were back there. And we both know that dumb fuck will follow you just to talk to you. He has nothing better to do."

Toji says with a slight chuckle. "Atleast let me take you home pretty lady" he says as he holds his hand out. "Ugh fuck me." You mumble not sure of what to do. "Oh? Can I really?" He gives you a smirk before looking behind you to see Gojo still staring. "Great. Let's go then" he puts his arm around your shoulders and takes you out of the bar, calling over a taxi to drive you.

"Y/n! Wait!" The familiar voice shouted out, the one that used to bring you comfort. "Why are you going with him!"

"Satoru, its not your problem is it now? Besides he's my new boyfriend"

Gojo stared at you with shock. "Y/n please. I'll do better I promise. Give me one more chance!" He pleaded with you, looking at you with such intensity.

"Im sorry. But I cant. I trusted you." You say looking down holding back the tears.

"Thats right. Now go to that side chick, she'll love to have you." Toji turned you around with a hand gently placed on your back.

"Bye Satoru." You whisper quietly as a tears rolled down your cheek. You and Tojo both got into the taxi as he flipped Gojo off and the taxi started driving down the street. "Boyfriend huh? I like the wound of that" he whispered closely to your ear with a smirk.

A/n: Here's a part 2 since some of you guys wanted one! Sorry for it being written later. I didnt know if I should do toji or geto but I think toji and Gojo dont like eachother from what I know so I thought it was better. Hope you enjoy!

Part 2 tag: @labelt-san @ritsatoru @multi-fandom-fanfic

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guttergirlcore · 9 months

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East Coast Baby III (JJ Maybank x reader)

WARNINGS // NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, possessive behavior, stalking, mentions of alcohol and drug use, jealousy, manipulation, toxicity, gaslighting, non-canon ages, pogue!reader, she/her reader, mentions of familial trauma, Luke jump-scare, angst, bit of smut at the end

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Synopsis // Running from a trauma-addled past, you arrive in OBX to find some peace. Shortly after, a series of strange events ensue, drawing your circle smaller and smaller, eventually driving you into the arms of one JJ Maybank. What you hadn't realized, however, is how difficult it would be to escape the one person you never thought you'd have to run from.

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Word count: 2.5k

You were starting to settle into the Pogue life.

Gathered outside The Chateau, Pope swung lazily in the hammock, Kie sat cross-legged on an overturned bucket, and you and JJ sat on a long, wide log, legs pressed together at your close proximity.

You had been hanging with the Pogues for a solid week now, though you all saw increasingly less and less of John B.- a fact that set Kiara on edge.

“You do realize he’s hanging out with that bitch, Sarah Cameron, right?” Kie said to the group, aggravated.

You were familiar enough with the island at this point to recognize the name. Sarah Cameron: Rafe’s sister and daughter to the Kook King, Ward Cameron. You remembered seeing her standing next to Topper that night at The Boneyard, though the two of you hadn’t had any interaction.

“Well, John B. is working for her father- so yeah, she’s gonna be around him, Kie,” Pope said, exasperated.

“You don’t get it, okay? This is, like, the beginning of the end. He’s gonna start hanging out with her and not us. Soon it’ll be all Sarah, no Pogues. What happened to P4L? I mean, am I the only one concerned about this shit?” She stared pointedly at the rest of your group.

“Uh, yeah”

“Yup.” Pope and JJ replied in quick succession.

Kie threw up her hands and stalked off inside John B.’s unlocked house. Pope shot you and JJ an apologetic look as he chased her inside, leaving the two of you alone.

JJ moved his hand over to your knee and you jumped slightly and the unexpected touch.

“What? It’s okay to touch you, right?” JJ asked, smirking.

You noticed how touchy JJ had become since the morning you woke up entangled in his arms after the party at the Boneyard. That morning, you quietly slipped out of his grasp and walked home before you had to endure the usual awkwardness that would be sure to follow if he were awake, but JJ hadn’t mentioned it since.

That was several days ago, however, and you were slowly becoming more accustomed to his penchant for physical contact. You dared say you even liked it.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you smiled back at him, placing your hand atop his. JJ’s skin glowed a warm amber in the afternoon light.

“Hey, I wanted to tell you that you’re sort of formally invited to our secret surf spot,” he smiled. “’ Our’ as in the Pogues,” he further clarified.

“Oh, and when were you planning on telling me about this super sick top-secret spot?” you laughed lightheartedly.

“Well, we had a council meeting and decided to initiate you... seeing as we’re kind of together now-” JJ looked up at you, his normally cocky smirk dissolving into nervousness.

You were a bit surprised if you were being honest. It was definitely true that you had grown closer to JJ than the others in the past week, and the two of you already admitted your feelings freely. And you certainly didn’t forget the night after the Boneyard- but a gnawing feeling told you that this was moving too fast. Still, you liked JJ, right? What was the point in prolonging the inevitable? You and JJ were bound to get together, so what was the holdup?

“We are together, right?” JJ asked after a beat.

“I’d like that, yeah,” you admitted. JJ’s wide grin returned immediately.

“But I have to tell you something... and you’re really not gonna like it,” you said in your most serious tone.

“What is it?” JJ asked, the look of concern returning to his features.

“I don’t know how to surf.”

“Shit, I can teach you that,” JJ laughed, visibly relieved. “Challenged accepted.”

You laughed with him. “Game on.”

You, JJ, Pope, and Kie sat around talking until the light started to dim in the sky. John B. never made a reappearance, which was sure to stir up some shit tomorrow.

After a while, JJ dropped you off back home before heading to his. The whole ride there, he kept thinking about what you told him.

You’re together.

He was sure he was smiling like an absolute dork, but he couldn’t help it. You were his now, and you always would be if he had any say in it.

JJ thought back to the morning after the Boneyard party. You had slipped out of his grasp like smoke, gone before he even had the sense to wipe the sleep from his eyes. How had he been so deep in sleep that he didn’t notice you leave him?

Truly, it was all because of you anyway. He hadn’t slept like that in months- so soundlessly, so deeply. It was as if your near presence entranced him in a coma-like state. He hadn’t been able to sleep through the night since, constantly getting up and pacing the floors. When that grew tiresome, JJ found himself making the trek to your house on foot, mindful not to wake you with the sound of his motorbike. He’d make his way around the house to your window, hoping that the mere sight of you would soothe him enough to find some sleep, but he was always disappointed to find his view obstructed by the heavy curtains you pulled closed at night.

You were so cautious, so guarded. JJ wouldn’t let you be that way with him, though. He wouldn’t let you slip away ever again.

Just as JJ let his mind travel to darker, perverse thoughts of you, he pulled into his yard and saw the dark lump of someone passed out on the porch sofa. Luke.

Careful not to wake him, JJ turned off his bike and dismounted as quietly as possible. His boots softly crunched on the ground. As he made it to the front of the house, the three steps creaked under his weight. He silently cursed to himself, but Luke was still dead to the world on the sofa.

If only that were really the case, JJ thought.

He was almost to the door when his foot came crashing down onto a discarded beer can. The aluminum crunched and popped, startling Luke out of sleep.

In seconds, Luke was up, grabbing at the collar of JJ’s t-shirt.

“Who told you to wake me, boy?” Luke screamed, spit flying from his alcohol-scented mouth. “You have any idea how long I’ve been working? I don’t deserve a minute of fucking sleep, huh?”

JJ pushed him back and he stumbled, his balance unsteady from his beverage of choice.

Usually, JJ would ignore Luke. Let him have his tantrums and then get the hell out of dodge. But here he was, yelling at JJ about interrupting his moment of peace- did Luke ever worry about what he was interrupting? JJ should be the one pissed at Luke for interrupting his thoughts of you- the only thing that gave him any peace these days.

“You don’t work,” JJ spat bitterly. “Moving drugs for some third-grade dropout for four dollars an hour doesn’t count.”

“You little shit-” Luke jumped back at JJ, fisting his shirt and throwing him against the house. He threw punch after punch until JJ’s knees buckled and he doubled-over onto the wooden floor of the porch.

One thought persisted in his mind as Luke’s steel-toed boots met his stomach: he needed to find you.

A repetitive tapping noise sounded at your window, and you jumped when you noticed JJ’s face looming in the darkness behind the curtains.

You crossed the room, pulling open the window pane. JJ wasted no time climbing in like he’d been doing it all his life.

“I had to see you,” he said a little shakily.

You examined his expression a bit closer at the waver in his usually strong, confident voice. His eyes were a little glossed-over and shifty, his eyebrows drawn together, hard lines appearing between them. Was he drunk? High, maybe? You had only just separated for the night an hour or two ago, but you knew he liked to partake in both from time to time, so you wondered.

No, you thought. You knew this look. It was one you’d seen appear on your own face for too long. It was fear in its purest form.

“JJ, what’s wrong?” you asked, concerned now. JJ was always so sure of himself. You thought just about nothing could rattle him.

He said nothing, only pulling you into a near-bone-crushing hug. Your body relaxed into his, allowing him to be soothed by your presence.

“I just really had to be near you,” JJ whispered into your shoulder, his head nestled there.

He was really worrying you now, but you knew better than to pry. You rubbed circles on his back until he picked his head up, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I want to kiss you,” he breathed, hardly audible. His soft pink lips were mere inches from yours.

You took a sharp intake of breath. “Then do it.”

That was all the permission JJ needed. His lips met yours in a heated kiss, his hands finding your waist and squeezing tightly as if he would never let you go. Both of you were out of breath when you finally pulled apart, JJ’s hands never leaving your body.

“Some kiss,” you chuckled lightly, head buzzing from his nearness. He crushed you to his body in another hug and you slipped your hands up the back of his shirt, craving his warmth. When your hands met wetness, you pulled back. Crimson red stained the tips of one hand.

“JJ, what the fuck?” You stepped back and lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing the lower purple and black bruises dotting his abdomen. There were a few shallow cuts present along his torso- the source of the blood. “Take this off,” you demanded.

JJ obliged, allowing you to gently ease him out of his shirt. You stifled the horrible combination of a sob and gasp in your throat.

Your fingers reached out, ghosting over the wounds at his sides, your eyes meeting his in a question you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to.

“Um, so my dad’s back...” JJ cast his gaze down to the floor, hand wrapping loosely around your lifted wrist.

“JJ, what the fuck,” you repeated, angrily this time. “You should have told me,” you shook loose from him, stalking off to the bathroom to grab the first aid supplies.

“I did tell you,” JJ started as you reentered your room.

“You told me your dad drinks too much, not that he hits you,” you emphasized.

“It doesn’t matter. You couldn’t have done anything anyway.”

“I wouldn’t have let you go back to him,” you stared at him incredulously. “And you aren’t going back to him tonight. You’re staying here, with me.”

JJ’s blue eyes met yours, unshed tears welling there. You grasped his arms, guiding him down into the soft chair in the corner of your room. You plopped down on the floor in front of him, soaking cotton in an antiseptic spray. You dabbed at some of the nastier cuts and JJ winced.

“Sorry J,” you said apologetically.

“No, it’s fine. It feels nice, really. You’re a lot gentler than my old man,” he laughed, though now it was your turn to wince.

How could JJ’s dad do this to him? JJ looked like a sad, beaten puppy in your armchair, vulnerable and exposed. How could he do this?

Of course, you knew very well how he could. It was the same way your father could.

Before you could be entirely swallowed by the dark memories threatening to pull you back, JJ spoke again.

“You’re good at this. At taking care of people, I mean.”

You smiled at him sadly. “I’ve had practice. You’re not the only one with shitty parents.”

A look of recognition and then horror crossed JJ’s face. How had he not guessed it? It was all there. There in the way you jumped at loud noises. There in the way you tried your damnedest to isolate yourself from everyone entirely. It was why you were so gentle with him. Because you knew what it was to have to be tough.

Even though he wanted to give you time to open up to him on your own, he had to know now.

“Tell me.” He demanded, almost angry sounding.

“Not much more to tell than what you’ve probably guessed. My dad likes to hit. Things, walls, people.” you shrugged. “I used to take care of my mom like this when they got into it,” you said as you gently rubbed cream into the darker bruises.

JJ was silent for several seconds, just staring into your face. Was it pity he was feeling towards you? He was in a similar situation now, and you figured he’d understand, but maybe not. You briefly questioned if you should have told him anything at all.

Just as your face was growing hot from a nagging feeling of shame, JJ spoke in a deep tone.

“Come here,” he instructed, taking your hand and pulling you onto his lap.

Straddling him, he placed his hands on both sides of your face as you leaned into a deep kiss. He pulled back after a long moment.

“No one is ever going to touch you like that again. Not while I’m here,” he said, gravely serious.

You wanted to believe him, but as JJ’s shirtless, battered torso lay beneath you, you understood the utter helplessness of both of your situations.

Still, your eyes misted with unexpected tears. No one had cared so fiercely for you before. It felt nice if you were honest.

Before you could respond, JJ’s lips were back on yours, kissing you with a newfound hunger. One of his hands traveled down to your throat while the other cupped the underside of your ass. Soon his kisses were trailing a blazing hot path down your neck and chest.

“JJ, wait...” you gasped, breathless by the sudden pace.

JJ instantly pulled back, concern building in his eyes.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

You thought for a moment. “No,” you breathed before your mind could catch up to your mouth.

“Good,” he grunted out. JJ’s lips resumed their spot on your neck while his hands went to the hem of your shirt, pulling up and over your head so that you were both bare from the waist up.

His mouth instantly attached to your erect nipple, swirling his tongue along the mound. You tossed your head back- the warm, wet confines of his mouth sucking your sensitive skin in just the right way to elicit a moan from your lips.

He shifted his hips up and you gasped at the hard bulge pressed against your core. You instinctively ground down on him, pulling a strangled moan from his throat.

He stood abruptly with you in his arms, your legs instantly wrapping around his hips.

“I need you right now,” JJ panted into your mouth, your hands tangling in his soft hair.

“You have me,” you whispered in response.

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rubyarrows · 6 months

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Baby Doll Eyes

For YN there was nothing better than just getting to hang out and enjoy the off time she had with some of her favorite people. So, when her best friend, Will, called her to come over and hang out with him and his brother, she was more than willing to do so. YN and Jay were lounging about on some lawn chairs while Will was working his magic with the grill making, what YN called his most delicious creation, burgers. The three of them threw different stories about work drama and their college days. No stone was left unturned within their conversation.

“Hey Will, do you remember when I drug you out with me that one night during sophomore year and we crashed that frat party in Marty Tonks dorm?” YN asked with a chuckle and a mischievous glint in her eyes as she took a sip of her beer?

The curly-haired man leaned back with a laugh, looking back at her with a grin he said, “Oh god, Jay you would have loved to have been there for that. This girl had everyone’s jaws on the floor. We come in, uninvited, and she just glides over and takes, oh man what was the name of the guy you took that drink from?” The girl questioned shrugged at his question barely able to contain her laughter, so he continued. “Anyway, takes this guy’s drink, downs it and just walks away. He’s confused, I have no idea what in the world is going on and she’s living her best life within a crowd of people we have no association with. The girl had turned the place on its head.”

Jay leans up resting his elbows with an amused look on his face and raised eyebrow. “I find it hard to believe that our little, wonder woman over here would have the confidence, especially back then, to turn a frat house upside down like that. But you’re right, I would have loved to see it all play out like you say it did.”

YN couldn’t hold her laughter anymore as she said, “You totally missed out Jay. I was a totally different person back then. Would I ever do something like that now?” she paused for a moment to feign being in thought. “If I was being absolutely petty, then maybe. But on an everyday occasion like I used to, no. I was a wild child with not a care in the world. I’m fairly sure I was able to convince at least fifteen people at that party to change their majors that night.”

The younger Halstead brother laughed at her confession before taking a sip of his own beer. “That wouldn't be all that surprising, to be honest. From what I can remember after knowing you for so long is that you’ve always had a way with words. A way that Will and I can’t completely comprehend, but you sure are able to convince anybody to do anything without even trying.”

“Oh, YN knows that all she has to do is bat them big YEC eyes at me and I’ll instantly do whatever she wants me to do. I don’t even have to know what that thing is. I’m sold.” Will said with his back towards the other two as he flipped the burgers he had going.

“You’re a sucker for them eyes.” Jay said and leaned back in his chair.

Will nodded and pointed his spatula at his little brother. “So are you though.”

The younger brother raised his eyebrows at the statement. “YN, take this with no offense.” He started and looked over at her then back to his brother. “But you'd have to agree that she’s like a cute baby doll with big eyes that could stare straight into your soul, and I often think she does just that.”

Will and YN busted out with laughter as they heard what Jay had said.

“Are you saying I have creepy baby doll eyes?” she questioned.

Jay shook his head. “No. No. Not what I meant. It’s just, and everybody can agree with me on this, one look from you and we’re all goners. You don’t have to say anything. One look is all it takes.” he defended.

“Hate to say it, YN,” Will started as he began to plate up the burgers. “But little bro is right. You got a way of getting your way without even trying really.”

The YHC haired girl shook her head with a giggle. “Yeah, okay.”

“It’s true.” the two brothers said at the same time. They all let out a bit of laughter.

“Although I would love to continue this debate, even if at the end of it all she will still probably say we’re crazy. Burgers are ready and I'm starving after having to look at these beauties for the last ten minutes.” Will said as he headed back inside. “Let’s eat!”

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do you think Katsuki and the Reader would pull a Katniss and Peetahbx?? could you maybe write something about it? i feel like it’s be very interesting, all three living in the victors village, and the love triangle

oooh let’s nod our heads and say that they did (◕‿◕)

“Bakugou. Where’s (Name)?” Hawks asks after navigating through at least a dozen people in the party to try to find you. You’re supposed to stick close to either one of them, no matter what. The three of you need to stick together since the Capitol’s eyes are on you for breaking the rules. A year has passed since you and Bakugou were put into the games.

And it’s been months since you’ve withdrawn into yourself.

“I think they’re trying to split us apart.” Bakugou tuts, “They’re nosier than ever. Fucking pricks.”

Hawks worries for you; you were already nervous as it was just getting ready. He can only hope you’re keeping your composure wherever you are. You haven’t been the same since the games.

The near death experience changed you, and it didn’t help that you were confused about your own feelings towards himself and Bakugou.

“Hawks is gonna take care of you, okay? You’re going to be alright as long as you stick by him.” Bakugou tried to calm you in the last moments of the game when you and him were left standing. Hawks remembers how you trembled, distraught with blood on your face. “He’s always cared about you more than anyone else.”

“N-No… I need you!” Your voice shivered, “I can’t go home without you!”

You tried to cling to Bakugou but he was able to push you off. The both of you were tired but Bakugou still had enough energy to throw himself into a rushing river, which in a matter of seconds would have killed him and made you the victor. Instead the second he threw himself in, you ran right in after him.

The two of you drowned. The game makers acted quickly to stop the rushing tides of the river and their machines finding your bodies that would have been impossible to find if not for the controlled environment to make the waters still within a matter of seconds.

There was no choice but to let the two of you live to the relief of audience but not to the Capitol.

The hardest part about living after the games was watching you become so quiet. And all the questions of the relationship between the three of you began to arise. Bakugou’s words about Hawks taking care of you, the childhood stories Hawks revealed to gain you extra support in the games, all the recordings played of the three of you together or apart were over analyzed to delve deeper into what the relationship between the three of you was.

“Hawks, we know you already said it before, that you only think of (Name) as someone you care about. But just between the two of us, you can tell me-“ a random party goer comes up to Hawks and invades his space.

It’s all Hawks is doing at these shindigs, avoiding questions from others about how he feels about you. He’s been bombarded for the last few months with questions and recorded clips in his face and elite gossipers swearing that he can tell them the truth and it won’t get out.

“Fuck off.” Bakugou pushes off the random person and stomps away. “‘M gonna find her.”

“Yeah, the two of you together go find your little princess.” A couple giggle together before quickly turning away.

It did not help that everyone was thinking that you were being handed back and forth between Bakugou and Hawks.

They find you sitting at a table amongst others, leaning on your elbow and looking exhausted. There are several little flutes on the top of the table and what looks like a servant grabbing a napkin and wiping at your mouth. Hawks recognizes the liquid in one of the flutes; it’s used to help people throw up when they feel full so that they can keep on eating or drinking.

“You feel better? Here, you got it all out your system so have another drink.” Someone offers and you blindly reach for it.

Bakugou is quick to step in, “She’s done, get that away from her.”

“Oh come on! She can handle it! She already did it three times.”

Oh fuck, they had to get you out as soon as possible. Hawks is excusing everyone politely while Bakugou carries you off.

“My tummy hurts…” you mumble into Bakugou’s collar. “I don’t feel good.”

“Because you kept drinking and then throwing it up. Those damn assholes were trying to keep you drunk.” He points out, “We’re taking you to bed.”

Hawks walks behind, bidding goodbye on behalf for you and Bakugou and just also wanting out of this party.

The three of you ride silently in the bullet train back to your district. You’re curled up against a leather couch with Bakugou’s coat over your shoulders and Hawks rubbing your back to soothe you. Your head is in your hands, having kept it down the moment Bakugou settled you onto the couch.

“They made me drink,” You murmured, finally finding some energy to put your head up, “I didn’t want to but they gave me stuff that didn’t taste like alcohol.”

Bakugou’s lips press into a thin line and his face easy to read. Hawks isn’t surprised at all but he’s frustrated that they managed to isolate you away from them.

Out of the three of them, people look to you to reveal what the nature of your relationship is with them. Months of prodding and pestering. If Bakugou hadn’t mentioned anything about Hawks before diving into the water, then the two of you could have just been paired as a couple and played the part for the crowds after pulling you up from the river.

Now the three of you are tense around one another, walking silently back to the victors village and to your separate houses.

You look at both of them but cast your eyes down quickly as you enter your home. Bakugou only watches you disappear behind your door before secluding himself away. And Hawks stands at his doorstep first, looking at yours and Bakugou’s house side by side together.

This wasn’t what he imagined what it’d be like to have you and Bakugou back. He finally has neighbors in the village and yet it’s feeling lonelier than ever.

#hehe imm sorry if you were expecting something a little happier #but i liked the second movie where it showed katniss and peeta as kinda strained with one another #so i went off of that #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #bakugou angst #hawks angst #hunger games au

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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Bitchy is my Type

Leighton Murray x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is a motorcycle riding, tattoos, badass type. What happens when there is a new volunteer at the Women's Center who is just her type, but instead of getting along, they become enemies? But what if those hateful feelings turn out to be something more? Or Enemies to friends to lovers.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1.5k

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

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“Hey, Y/N! Just so you know, we have a new volunteer coming in tomorrow. Her name is… Leighton Murray? She’s a freshman. She got drunk and threw a bottle at a statue, and then ran away from campus police. Seems like just your type.” Alicia, your co-head of volunteering, says to you as you walk towards your motorcycle.

“She seems fun. I’ll be in tomorrow to help get her settled, but I might be a tiny bit late. My shift at Sips cuts in a little.” You call over your shoulder. She shoots you a thumbs up and you mount your bike. This Leighton sounds familiar. Oh shit! This is your coworker Kimberly’s roommate! You drive off, looking forward to putting a name to a face.

{The next day}

You approach Lila and Kimberly just in time to hear Lila ask, “So is there something going on between you and the hot French tutor?” You add, “Yeah, the one who is your roommate's brother? I mean, I’m a lesbian, but even I think he’s hot.”

Kimberly splutters back. “No. Why? Did he ask about me or something when he ordered his coffee yesterday?” Lila smirks before replying, “Yeah. He-- He asked me if you were seeing anyone.”

You laugh when you see Kimberly completely falling for it. “Stop. Really?!” Lila cackles. “Nah, he didn't. He couldn't care less. But maybe he will, 'cause he's walking in right now.”

Kimberly shoots her a glare, unknowing that Nico is right behind her. “Oh, ha ha! That's so funny. Yeah, I'm sure he's walking in right now.” She turns around and sees him, quickly covering for herself. “Hey!”

Nico grins before asking, “How's it going?” Kimberly turns bright red. “Uh, I'm just working. Nothing much. Definitely not talking about anything specific.”

Lila stares at him for a second before saying, “You have a face to write songs about. Thank you.” You shove her shoulder before looking back at Nico and saying, “Sorry about her. She kind of says whatever comes into her mind.” You hold out your hand for a handshake. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Kimberly’s coworker. And you must be the french tutor.”

Nico laughs before grabbing your hand. “Yeah, that's me. I’m Nico Murray. I’ve seen you around campus. You have that dope ass motorcycle that always somehow has a girl on it.” Now it's your turn to laugh. “Yep. What can I say, ladies dig the vibe.” Nico pulls out his phone. “You seem cool. Could I get your number? Theta is always looking for more people to hang out with.”

You nod and pull out your phone. “Yeah man. As long as you're down for some intense game watching and very long nights partying.” He grins and nods. “Always.”

Kimberly grabs his attention after he finishes putting your number in his phone. “So, what brings you in? Did you want a drink? Or a café au lait?” Nico smiles before saying, “Hey, good pronunciation. But no, I just stopped in to see you. I was thinking, for our next tutoring session, we could watch "Golden Girls" in French, the way I learned with my au pair. Maybe tonight?”

Kimberly nods enthusiastically. “Yeah. Yes. Yeah. I think that sounds both educational and entertaining. You're such a good tutor.” Nico gives her a weird look before shaking it off. “Great. I'll see you tonight.” Kimberly sighs, “Okay.”

You and Lila share a look before you teasingly say, “You're staring.” Lila adds, “At his butt.”

“Lila! Y/N! God!” Kimberly exclaims before stomping off. You snort and start wiping down a table. You pause for a second before you say, “Hey, Lila? Do you know where Canaan is? I haven’t seen him all day.”

Lila glances over at you, and then says in a teasing voice, “Oh my god! You two spent a whole day apart? I never thought I would see the best friends separated from each other.” You roll your eyes at her, and she finally says, “He’s probably just chilling at the KJ house. You know how he is sometimes.”

You nod in agreement, before looking at the time. “Shit! I have to go. Do you think you can finish up these tables for me?” Lila nods, and you quickly take off your apron and run to your bike.

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When you pull up to the Women's Center, you see that Alicia had parked her car right where you normally park your bike. You storm inside and start talking, not noticing the new person that you are interrupting.

“Alicia! How many times do I have to say this! That is my damn parking space. You have one literally two spots down.” You heard a ding from the safe space bell. “Sorry, Ginger. I heard it.”

When you finally look around, you see a new person. “ Well you must be Leighton. I’m Y/N. She, her, hers. I hope everyone has introduced themselves to you.”

The others quickly scramble to introduce themselves.

“I'm Ginger. She, her, hers.”

“Lindsay. She, her, hers.”

“Alicia. She, her, hers.”

“Tova. They, them, theirs.”

Leighton makes a non-committal noise and states, “Oh, right. Sure. Well, I'm she. Obviously.” You restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. She’s one of those people. Sensing the tension, Alicia pipes up. “Cool. I oversee all the volunteers.”

“So do I. I do scheduling and sign off on hours, while Alicia recruits and organizes events so that volunteers can volunteer.” Leighton sighs and says, “Oh, great. Should we talk about scheduling? Um, I was thinking that I would work mornings from 9:30 to 10:15-ish, and then, you know, round that up to an hour, for timesheet purposes.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes this time. “Yeah, that's not how this works. I'll tell you when we need help, and that's when you'll be here. Like tomorrow from 5:00 to 10:00, you'll be helping with our feminist poetry group.”

Leighton sighs and puts on a fake sympathetic voice. “As tempting as that sounds, I'm kind of busy on Fridays.” You snap back. “Shit, I didn't realize that. Maybe we should just shut down the whole place till you're free.”

Leighton lets out an astonished laugh. “Okay, I am from New York, so I can tell that you're being sarcastic.” Ginger waves to get your attention. “Hey, this is, uh, getting a little tense. I'm gonna hit the Safe Space Bell.” You nod, and she dings the bell.

Leighton looks around, confused. “What? Why does she keep hitting that stupid bell?” This time, Alicia answers her question. “It's a bell that we hit when we think it'd be good to have a safe space.”

Leighton scoffs. “Uh, isn't this already a safe space? Okay. I'm just saying that maybe we've gotten a little bit too sensitive as a society if even a safe space isn't-- Oh, my God!” Ginger hit the bell again.

Alicia waves Ginger off. “It's all good, Ginger. What we do here, whether it seems stupid to you or not, really does help people. So we're not looking for your feedback at the moment, okay?”

You add, “Oh, and don't say your pronouns are obvious. That makes you suck. Suggesting that you don't have to use your pronouns when other people do makes you sound like a really dumb, cis bitch.” Ginger hits the bell one more time. “I heard it, Ginger! Welcome to the Women's Center, Leighton. See you at poetry night.”

You watch Leighton storm out before walking into the Women's Center office with Alicia in tow. “Jesus Christ! Could she get any more entitled? I mean, she’s hot as fuck, but my god. You know, I met her brother today during my shift at Sips. He’s a really nice guy. The looks definitely run in the family. If she wasn’t so straight, I would totally go for her.”

“Damn, Y/N. You definitely have a type. You like bitchy girls. But I do agree with you on this one, she is hot.” Alicia exclaims. You sigh and sit down at the desk in the office. You need to figure out how to handle Leighton without blowing up on her. This was going to be harder than you thought.

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Later that evening, you were helping Alicia get set up for poetry night. Once people started to file in, you put out the sign up list to figure out the order in which people would be going. You hear boots clicking on the floor, and then see a shadow come over you.

Without looking up you say, “Hey, Leighton.” She lets out a surprised noise and asks, “How did you know it was me?” You roll your eyes and finally look up. “Because you are the only person who comes to this Center wearing Louboutin boots.”

She scoffs and says, “Surprised you know what they are. Didn’t take you for a shoe person.” You laugh at that and state, “I’m not, but I have dated many girls who are. Funny thing is, you are exactly my type. Beautiful, bitchy, stylish. One little problem. I don’t date assholes.”

“Another little problem. I’m straight.” She states in a slightly shaky voice, which she internally curses herself for.

You smirk at her, not missing the tremor in her voice. “That hasn’t stopped me before.”

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galaxygirl8880 · 2 years

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The TCF fandom has literally revived my love for writing- like I enjoy bringing my ideas to life and others like them too and I just-

Anyways take this.

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Lily's Orabeoni was a good person.

It doesn't matter how many people call him bad names, he is a good person.

Besides, what do they know? They don't know how he held her when she was small, they don't know how he would comfort and read to her whenever she couldn't sleep, how he would leave her little gifts whenever she was feeling sad. They don't know anything.

Her eldest brother was a good person.

Basen didn't believe her when she told him how kind big brother was.

When she overhears some kids bad-mouthing her brother at mother's party, her blood boils. She runs and tackles the moron.

"Shut Up! You don't know what you're talking about!"

"Ack- Get off of me!"

The boy throws a punch and it hits but it's okay because she hits back. They get into a fistfight and her mom grounds her but it's okay because Cale is there and he understands.

('She's there under her covers, frustrated tears blurring her vision. They don't understand. That kid was talking bad about her big brother! She hears her door open and close, there's a dip at the end of her bed and Cale asks what happened. She tells him everything, because if anyone would understand, it would be Cale.

He tells her that she shouldn't have done that and that it doesn't matter if they talk bad about him but it does matter. It matters to her. And he comforts her like she knew he would and it feels like everything is going to be okay')

She is going to be a knight. Her Orabeoni has shown her how to protect with words, now she will learn with a sword.

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Lily dyes her hair. Just a single streak of red to match her brother.

When she shows her older brother, she tells him with a smile 'Look, look! Now we match! ' When he gives her a hug, she pretends not to notice the slowly growing wet spot on her shoulders.

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Basen... is jealous.

He's denied it for a long time but watching his big brother teach his little sister how to make flower crowns while she watches with her eyes shining in excitement- he is jealous.

Cale is his brother (does Cale think that?)

Cale is his big brother but he's never- he's always been distant. Like Lily, Basen is sure that Cale is a good person. He knows how Cale sacrificed his reputation for him and his mother, he had a front row seat. How could he not know? When the adults confronted him, Cale pretend that he threw the vase just to be mean-

Is it childish that he also wants to feel the warmth of his big brother that Lily talks so much about?

Basen, on impulse, takes some basic problems that he'd already solved from his tutor and knocks on Cale's door.

By the time the door opens he's about ready to walk away-

"What do you want?"

Cale doesn't say it like he's upset, just tired. Basen tries and fails to suppress a flinch.

"C-can you help me with some problems I'm having trouble with?"

There's a short pause. His palms are sweaty.

"Sure." 'huh-?' "Get in."

Cale opens the door wider while Basen stays still like an idiot.

Cale moves to sitting on his couch, waiting.

"Well?"

"R-right!"

Basen is nervous and excited at the same time. Is it really that easy?

Cale spends a while explaining each question, doesn't once mock him, and right now? He oddly feels- Happy.

When they're done and move to get up, Cale ruffles his hair affectionately and they both freeze.

"Oh- Sorr-"

"No no! It's fine-"

They both leave the room in opposite directions (it was a bit awkward) and Basen has never felt lighter.

He heads towards Lily's room and reluctantly admits that "yes, his headpats do feel nice- you win"

After this, Basen also understands the anger lily feels whenever he hears servants talk badly about his brother. And he has a scary realization that Cale hears this all of the time.

[The next time Cale and Lily go to the gardens to play with the flowers, they invite Basen and there he learns that people really don't know anything about Cale. Even their parents.

Basen can see the soft smiles directed at him and Lily, the patience he has when they make a small mistake, and there he feels happy]

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Deruth is confused.

Lily has taken up a rebellious streak, seemingly starting fights with other children for no reason. The first time this happened, He asked lily why she hit the kid first and when Lily spoke, she teared up a bit and spoke, anger still present in her voice.

"He was saying stupid things."

Violian was shocked and so was Deruth.

They grounded Lily for the first time and both had a talk after. Deruth didn't want to admit it, but the possibility of Cale influencing her was high. Lily was still very young.

When Deruth asked Basen about this, he looked at Deruth in disbelief.

"..Are you sure?"

"I'm not saying anything is certain, just a possibility. Lily is still young."

"I... suppose so.."

(Later Basen would come into his office and take back those words.)

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Deruth had just finished the paperwork for the day and went on a walk in a garden. There he found two of his children making flower crowns on a blanket and the oldest guiding them. They obviously hadn't seen him yet and Deruth paused for a moment. Cale was... smiling. That smile that he got so many compliments on, that everyone said could light up a room.

'when was the last time I've seen that smile...?'

Deruth felt his heart lighten and decided to walk up to them.

"I see you all are having fun."

"Father!"

"Hello"

Cale stopped smiling and looked tense.

"...Hello father."

Lily, noticing the awkwardness, quickly said something.

"Cale's teaching us how to make flower crowns!"

After a bit of small talk between the three (Cale staying silent), His oldest got up and placed two identical, well made flower crowns on Lily and Basen's heads.

"I just remembered I have a bit of work to do, you guys have fun"

And with a couple of headpats, Cale began to speed walk away.

"Ah- And there he goes.." Lily was pouting.

"... I think you should have told him to stay." Basen also seemed upset.

Deruth just looked helplessly towards the direction Cale walked off to. An unfinished flower crown left where he was sitting.

(The next day before breakfast, Basen handed him the flower crown from before and told him to give it to Cale during breakfast.

Contrary to Deruth's belief, Cale did show up

Near the end of breakfast, Deruth got up at the same time as Cale and nervously walked towards him. The table was silent, seemingly waiting.

Deruth held out the flower crown.

"You forgot this yesterday"

A pause, Deruth got even more nervous.

Cale hesitantly took the crown.

"..Thank you."

When Cale left, Deruth let out a shakey exhale. Lily was excited.

"Did you see his ears!?! He was happy!"

Later on, Deruth would get a report from Hans stating the usual but with a comment from Hans that would also make Deruth happy.

"The Young Master was seen wearing a flower crown all day! It was very odd.")

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If anyone wants me to, I'll make a part two :>

(I also kind of want to make one- I didn't put Violan here as much as I would have liked)

#cale henituse #tcf #trash of the count's family #basen henituse #lily henituse #deruth henituse #tcf deruth #og!cale henituse #henituse family #tcf fic #tcf fic idea #did i miss anything?#tcf hans #flower crowns are great #i hope you like this-

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