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ashwhowrites · 7 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a billy hargrove x reader where they’re at a party (i’d like the whole crew to all be friends robin, steve, nancy, billy, eddie) and reader wanders off for a minute. she somehow gets in the middle of a fight and someone hits her. she comes up to billy crying and he goes into super protective mode? idk i thought it sounded kind of cute i love your writing!!

I miss Billy. And thank you so much!!! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Bodyguard

Billy and Y/N have been together for almost two years. They met when he moved into town, she was swept away by his charming smile and blue eyes. She was a grade younger, now finally in her senior year alongside Eddie and Robin. Billy graduated with Steve and Nancy, but they all still hung out. And since Y/N was in high school knew the popular crowd, and was King Billy's girlfriend, she got invited to a lot of parties. And the group was always happy to tag along.

Billy, Steve, and Eddie were hanging outside, passing around a cigarette as they leaned against the back of the house. Robin, Nancy, and Y/N were inside, dancing and getting drinks. The boys were chatting among random things, then Robin came rushing out. She stood by the back door and searched the crowd. Once her eyes landed on Billy she screamed for him.

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"JASON! RELAX!" Y/N yelled, Jason was yanking Chrissy around the party, another fight that Y/N didn't know what about. She wanted to protect her friend, Chrissy.

"This doesn't involve you," Jason growled, his grip still on Chrissy but he got in Y/N's face. Robin and Nancy watched nervously, a bad feeling in their gut.

"Y/N, just leave it!" Nancy tried, a crowd forming around the arguing couple.

"She's not going home with you. She said no and that means no." Y/N snapped, she didn't back down, holding her head higher as Jason looked down at her.

"She's my girlfriend, so butt out," Jason said, turning around as he dragged Chrissy with him. Y/N stepped in quickly, grabbing Chrissy's other arm. Y/N yanked her back, Jason lost his grip and his hand flew back smacking Y/N right in the nose. Y/N yelped and covered her nose, feeling warm blood dripping from her nose.

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"BILLY. ITS Y/N!" Billy, Steve, and Eddie all jumped into action, Billy smashed the cigarette under his shoe and raced to Robin.

Steve and Eddie knew if it involved Y/N, Billy wouldn't think rationally.

"WHAT'S WRONG?" Billy yelled, following her into the house. Robin didn't try to explain, just racing to the bathroom.

Billy felt nervous, was she sick?

Billy walked in to see Nancy holding ice to Y/N's nose, the front of her dress had spots of blood. He softly pushed Nancy aside, grabbing the ice as he held it for Y/N. Chrissy was silent in the corner.

"What happened?" He whispered, gently rubbing her cheek as he looked at her nose. It wasn't broken, which he was thankful for.

"Nothing, I'm fine, baby," she said, rubbing his arm. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were soaked. Her lip trembled as she silently cried.

"Baby, you have a bruised nose. Did you slip or something? Nothing to be embarrassed about." He joked, a smile on his face. But the atmosphere told him it wasn't anything that would be funny in a day from now.

"She was helping me and Jason flung his arm and he smacked her in the nose," Chrissy said, drowning in the amount of guilt she felt.

Billy's expression went hard in seconds. Steve and Eddie immediately blocked the door as Billy started to breathe heavily.

"He hit you?" Billy snarled, dropping the ice in the sink as he took in her face.

"It was an accident, Billy! Just relax. I'm okay!" She tried, but all Billy could focus on was the fact that she had blood on her dress because of Jason.

"You're okay? You have a fucking bloody nose! I'm going to kill him!" Billy growled. He turned and glared at Steve and Eddie.

"Move." He demanded, but both boys shook their heads.

"Billy, not a good idea. She's okay and she doesn't want you to get involved with it." Steve explained. But Billy didn't care.

"Move or I move you." Billy tried again.

Steve and Eddie looked at each other, knowing the result would land them in pain or Jason. Both boys moved away from the door, Billy yanking it open as he raced out to the party.

"BILLY!" Y/N screamed, running after him. The gang followed behind, all rushing to see what was going to happen.

By the time they caught up, Billy had Jason pinned against the wall. His blue eyes were dark as he growled at Jason.

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! SHE PUT HER NOSE WHERE IT DIDN'T BELONG. MAYBE KEEP YOUR LITTLE SLUT OF THE WEEK ON A TIGHTER LEASH!" Jason yelled, barely realizing his mistake until Billy landed a knee to his stomach, over and over.

Jason screamed in pain as Billy dropped him, his body crumpling to the floor as he held his stomach. Now on his knees, Billy landed a punch right across his face. Blood poured out of Jason's nose as he dropped completely to the ground this time. He wrapped his arms around his face as he tried to surrender.

"Enough" Eddie demanded, stepping in front of Jason as Billy went to land a kick to his stomach.

"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HER OR EVEN TALK ABOUT HER AGAIN!" Billy screamed.

"Hey, hey!" Eddie said, snapping his fingers in Billy's face to catch his attention. Billy finally looked at him, breathing heavily as he tried to calm down.

"He got the message. Y/N is fine and needs you now. Okay? Walk away."

Billy listened to Eddie's words and took a deep breath. His body relaxed when he felt Y/N's hand slip into his. She squeezed it gently as she stood next to him. She gave him a look and he understood everything. He nodded and walked with her. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her nose as they walked to his car.

"My bodyguard." Y/N swooned, giggling as she snuggled into his body, reaching his car.

"Precious things like you need extra protection," Billy said, smiling as he leaned down to peck her lips softly.

The gang races out, Robin laughing as she held empty bottles of beer, along with Nancy.

"GET IN! GO GO!" Steve yelled, Eddie running behind.

A soaked Jason came limping out, his white shirt now drenched as he held his nose. Cursing as the gang raced into the car and sped off.

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jaebeomsbitch · 4 days

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Not Another Werewolf Romance Story (E.M.)

Summary: Eddie finds you reading a werewolf romance book in secret and decides to make your fantasies come to life.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, kissing, fingering, vibrator, nsfw, cursing

A/N: I wrote this so long ago in the middle of the night. Not edited. Sorry for being gone so long, thanks for the like hundred new followers while I’ve been gone.

You lay in bed with a book in your hand as Eddie brushes his teeth in the bathroom. The faint sounds of the water running fill the bedroom as you read quietly. You push your reading glasses up higher on the bridge of your nose as you become more engrossed with the story. Your eyes glued to the page missing your boyfriend walking into the bedroom.

It isn’t until he presses a wet kiss to your cheek that you snap out of it. Your eyes widen slightly as you close the book.

“What’re you reading, baby?” He asks, pulling the duvet back.

“Nothing too interesting” you say trying to sound nonchalant as you place the book on your nightstand.

“Oh really, s’that why your nose was buried in it?” He asks, eyebrow quirked.

He leans over to see the cover, playfully tugging on a lock of your hair. "Let me guess, another one of those sappy vampire romance novels?"

“No!” You protest, cheeks flushed pink. Fuck wrong answer. You see the immediate way his eyes sparkle mischievously.

"Then what is it? Something naughty I need to know about?" He asks with that stupid smug smile on his face.

“Something ‘naughty?’ What are you eighty?” You scoff trying to play it off, you try to be stealthy as you press your thighs together underneath the sheets. Trying to hide how wet you got from the book.

Eddie raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, his gaze lingering on your closed book. "Now you've piqued my interest," he says, crossing his arms over his tattooed chest.

“How, I haven’t said anything!” You protest again trying to get him to drop it.

Eddie chuckles and climbs onto the bed beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. "Well, you're blushing like a school girl caught with her first Playboy," he teases, nuzzling against your temple. You whine with shyness, not wanting to open this part of yourself up to your boyfriend yet. Unfortunately for you Eddie’s fingers grab the book quickly, yanking it off your nightstand.

Eddie's fingers trace the spine of the book curiously, feeling its weight before flipping it open to the page you were last reading. You gasp trying to grab it out of his hand but Eddie lifts the book up.

“Oh God,” you groan covering your reddened face as Eddie reads the werewolf romance you picked up at the bookstore.

“His strong hands grab my thighs, it sends a shiver down my spine. All I can think about is having his knot inside me” Eddie’s voice drops low and husky as he begins to read aloud. You feel like you could cry at the humiliation.

Eddie laughs harder now, finding your discomfort endearing as he looks down at the page with mock seriousness in his eyes. He finally stops reading and sets the book aside. Your cheeks are bright red along with your neck and the tips of your ears. It’s not often Eddie sees you this embarrassed, you usually have some sarcastic remark to make except when it comes to sex. He never knew something like that would get you horny either, it seems so… juvenile?

Eddie looks over at you with an amused expression. "A werewolf romance, huh?" He says before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your temple. "It's cute."

You stay quiet feeling humiliated beyond belief it’s like he just read your dairy out loud. There’s something very intimate about him knowing this other side of you, one that you’ve tried to keep hidden from him. There’s a certain shame that comes with opening your sexual side to your boyfriend.

Noticing your discomfort, Eddie pulls you closer and whispers in your ear, "You don't have to be ashamed, baby. I love knowing what gets you going". He plants small kisses along your jawline, hoping to ease the tension. You stay quiet, squeezing the hem of the negligee you’ve just become comfortable wearing around him.

He nibbles on your earlobe softly, his breath warm against your skin. "Do you want me to keep reading?"

“Not if you’re gonna keep making fun of me” you murmur, eyes trained on your lap.

Eddie rolls his eyes playfully and snuggles into you further, resting his hand on your hip. "Okay, okay, no more teasing," he assures you, planting another gentle kiss on your cheek. You lean back against the headboard your body tense with mortification.

Eddie watches you closely, sensing your tension. He realizes he might've taken the teasing too far. He strokes your hair softly. "Come here, sweetheart." He pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms securely around you.You bury your face in his neck trying to hide from him, maybe if you hide you’ll disappear into him.

“Princess," Eddie coos, nudging your chin up with his finger so he can look into your big doe eyes. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad. You know I love you, right? And everything that makes you happy." He kisses your forehead tenderly.

You sag against his chest, your knees digging deeper into the mattress on either side of his hips. Eddie caresses your cheek softly, trying to wipe away any remaining embarrassment. "Why don't you tell me what happened in the story that had you so turned on? Maybe I can make it better..."

“That’d be even more humiliating” you groan.

Eddie looks at you, his expression softening. He brushes your hair out of your face and kisses the tip of your nose. "Alright, how about this...I'll turn off the lights and hold you while you read it to me?" He offers, running his thumb in circles on your back.

You swallow hard, he’s already seen it. There’s no hiding from what he saw, it’ll only lead him to more questions or to think something bad about you and it terrifies you so you begrudgingly murmur “okay.”

Eddie turns off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness save for the dim glow of streetlights filtering through the window. He adjusts his position so you're comfortably sitting between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. You try and relax against him but you feel so high strung.

Saliva pools in your mouth as you grab the book, cracking it open to the last page you were on. You can barely see the words with the dim light coming from the window. You clear your throat, eyes scanning the page, face flushing hot instantly. Eddie squeezes your waist trying to reassure you and get you to loosen up.

“Take your time, Princess,” he encourages, pressing a soft kiss on your hair. “I’m right here with you.”

You swallow your spit

“H-he… he splays her out on the bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow as his lips press against her throat. It’s been so long since he’s shared a bed with a woman much less his mate. She’s beautiful better than anything that he could imagine. Her smell, fuck her smell is addicting. He can practically taste the arousal pooling between her legs. He aches to claim her, fill her with pups” your voice trembles shyly as you read, your face flushing with more heat.

Eddie’s heart races hearing you describe something so intimate, not accustomed to it yet but he fucking loves it. He resonates with the book, you’re the most gorgeous creature he’s ever seen, he doesn’t believe in a God but everyday he prays to whatever is out there thanking them for bringing you to him.

He grips the fabric of the nightgown between your thighs gently. "Keep going, baby," he rasps out, his breath hot against your ear.

Your breath hitches, fingers shifting in the book before it falls.

“H-he buries his face in h-her…” you stop feeling a wave of discomfort but Eddie reassuringly squeezes your thigh.

“C-cunt,” you squeak, your body sets ablaze.

“-Her panties soaked all the way through. She probably soaked through her jeans if he was paying attention. He breathes her musk in deeply, it sends a shiver down her spine as she moans. Her fingers curl around the bedsheets, she’s too shy to ask him what she wants but he can sense it. His tongue darts out licking a thick stripe over the cotton of her panties” your voice grows more steady as you read to Eddie. He realizes how closely the two of you resemble these characters… well, besides the lycan part.

Eddie’s fingers move to lightly graze the inside of your thigh, your breath catches in your throat as his fingers brush against your soaked panties. You gasp softly, your back pressing harder into his chest while flip the page.

“He teases her with his tongue, the tip just grazing over her slit nowhere near the spot that’ll have her seeing stars” you say, voice trembling as his hand moves under the waistband of your panties, cupping your sex. You moan, toes digging into the mattress. You’re not sure if you’re supposed to continue or not, your mind in a tizzy.

“His fingers finally move the fabric to the side, he growls as he sees her glistening pussy. ‘Mine’ he growls.” You continue reading.

Eddie can't resist anymore. His middle finger dipping between your folds, sliding easily through your slick before circling your clit lightly.

“F-fuck” your grip on the book slacks as your head falls back on his shoulder.

He keeps his movements slow and deliberate, matching the pace of the story unfolding in front of him. He leans forward, whispering into your ear, "Your pussy is so wet for me, baby."

“Fuck,” you groan, it’s the only word you can manage to grasp.

He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of your skin. He slips a second finger into your pussy, curling it to find your g-spot.

You gasp, the book falling from your delicate fingers onto the mattress, you moan, your back digging deeper into his chest. He removes his hand from your pussy and picks up the book, flipping to the next passage. "Continue," he urges softly in your ear.

You whine when he stops, your thighs already trembling. Eddie's heart skips a beat at the sound of your neediness. He guides your hand back to the book, encouraging you to continue reading. "Go on, my little vixen," he says seductively. If this was any other context you’d find it cringy but there’s something so fucking hot about his whispers against your ear.

You breathe heavily as you look down, grabbing the book from Eddie in one hand. Your thumb and pinky holding it open.

“His tongue darts out, he moans as he tastes his mate for the first time. It’s like something inside of him snaps, he buries his face in her cunt. Tongue moving wildly as he switches from tongue fucking her to sucking on her clit. Her moans fill the room, her nails digging into her palms as she scents the room with her pheromones” you read.

Eddie’s fingers slip back inside of you, his thick digits thrust in and out, restricted by the fabric of your underwear. His thumb finds its way to your clit, moving in tandem. You feel like you could just turn into a pile of mush, already turned stupid by his fingers alone.

“Oh fuck!” You keen, fingers gripping the book harder.

“Her voice gets louder and it’s like music to his ears. He can’t wait to hear what symphonies she’ll create when he’s fucking her” you heave for breath like you’ve just ran a marathon.

Eddie's fingers pick up speed, mirroring the action in the story. "You're doing so good, Princess," he praises, nipping at your earlobe.

“Oh God,” you moan.

He reaches for the nightstand drawer and fishes out a vibrator, placing it against your clit as his fingers continue to work your sopping pussy. The squelch of your cunt filling the room along with the hum of the vibrator.

“Honey” you let out a high pitched shriek.

Eddie whispers encouragement in your ear, "Read more for me, baby."

You hiss in protest but Eddie quickly shuts off the vibrator. You practically sob when he stops, struggling to catch your breath. You were so fucking close to coming already you feel the tendrils of your lost orgasm loosening their grip on you as the seconds tick by.

You finally look down, your voice strained as you read on “Her pussy clamps around his tongue, his thumb rubs over her sensitive nub quickly. Golden eyes trained on every little detail of her face trying to memorize her pleasure. He wants to burn the memory into his brain and never forget it. She’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen especially when she’s screaming his name. Her back arched beautifully as she twitches and squeezes his tongue coming all over his face with a wail”

He turns the vibrator on again with a click, holding it firmly against your clit. He’s almost desperate to hear your moans as you come on his fingers.

“Fuck— ” you let out a strangled cry, you can feel the intense vibration deep inside the root of your clit. Eddie’s doesn’t let you think, his fingers entering you again but this time he shows no mercy. His fingers curl pressing into the spot he’s found since the first time he fingered you.

You let at a garbled mess of desperate filthy moans. His lips press to your ear whispering “look at you taking me so well, Princess. You think ‘bout me knotting you, huh? Touch this pretty little pussy thinking bout me fucking you until you were locked together, yeah?”

You choke on your spit, your boyfriend has whispered dirty things in your ear before but nothing like this.

“Yes— yes, yes, yes,” you chant

“Wanna be stuffed with your cum again and again and again,” your tongue loose with the amount of pleasure Eddie’s giving you. It means so much that this man is willing to play into your stupid fantasies. You grip onto his wrist scared he’ll pull away again. Moaning in a way he’s never heard before, it’s loud and wailing, it’s purely you. It’s you running on instinct.

"Cum for me, princess," Eddie whispers against your ear, pinching your clit between two of his fingers and slamming his fingers deep inside your pussy, curling them in a come-hither motion.

“Fuck- ohh fuck” you moan, your head falls back on his shoulder , hips rolling into his fingers, hands digging into his skin. You wheeze for air as your skull digs into his shoulder, pussy fluttering around his fingers pulling them in deeper and squeezing. It isn’t until his teeth press into the juncture between your shoulder and neck that you practically scream. Coming on his fingers making a mess of the vibrator, thighs shaking as you babble nonsense.

He shuts the vibrator off when you whine, pulling your sensitive clit away, and throws it somewhere in the bed. His tongue traces the indent he’s left of your skin.

“You’re crazy” you rasp

“But you fucking love it,” he grins against your neck pressing a soft kiss there.

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sw-33-ts-stuff · 1 year

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She Don’t Wanna Marry Me

Lorraine Day X Reader

A/N: I would like to apologize and thank everyone for the likes comments and reblogs. You guys are awesome and I suck 😭 having some writers block but I’ll try to get to those requests and finish what I started for now here’s a random one shot I wrote in the middle of the night

3rd Person POV

7 years old

You watched as a snot nosed boy pushed a pretty little girl with a pony tail, overalls and freckles into the sand.

It wasn't until teary big brown eyes met yours that you stepped into action. You cocked your fist back and let it fly smiling as it made contact with the boys face. His cry catching the attention of your teacher who grabbed you by the arm dragging you to her office.

The brunette in the sand box sniffled as she sent you a small smile and wave.

It was after school as you sat waiting for your mom (who you knew wasn't coming anytime soon) when she came next to you.

You both sat on a bench you still as her feet swung from one after the other.

"My names Lorraine." You glanced to see her not looking at you but rather her shoes.

"Y/n." You mumbled.

"I'm sorry I got you in trouble."

"S'ok. Brian's a dick." The girl looked at you wide eyed.

"Daddy says I shouldn't say words like that." You shrug.

"He's not here." You smile cheekily at her. The girl stares at you for a beat before she continues.

"He said my voice was weird and my freckles were ugly."

"I like your voice and I think your freckles are pretty." The girl smiled as her feet kept kicking her eyes watching as her shoe laces would bounce with her.

"Lorraine!" An older woman stepped out of her car walking up to the two of you. The girl jumped up from the bench hugging the woman around her legs making her laugh. "Hey baby. How was your day?"

The sound in her voice was thicker than her daughters and she was very pretty. You looked back to the girl seeing the similarities between the two.

"I made a friend today!" She smiled up at the older woman before bringing her to you.

The woman looked down at you smiling slightly concerned as she noticed the quickly emptying parking lot.

"Well any friend of Lorraine's is a friend of mine! What's your name sweetie?"

"Y/n L/n, ma'am." She laughed.

"Don't call me ma'am it just makes me feel old." You nod not meeting her gaze. "Where's your parents sweetheart?"

You shrug. "Sometimes mom forgets to get me."

Her eyebrows furrow.

"And what about your dad?" You shrug again.

"I don't know him." Mrs.Day softly placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Do you know how to get home?" You nod. "Come on then I'll give you a ride."

You stand up slinging your back pack on your shoulder, grabbing Lorraine's as well. Her mom smiles at the action helping you in the car as her daughter bounced excitedly in the back seatbelt already on.

You tell her mother how to get to your house and she pulls up to see a car in the driveway house lights on. She notices besides the directions you were quiet as her daughter retold your meeting today. As you go to leave you thank her quietly almost reluctant to leave the car.

Mrs.Day waits until you get inside seeing a shadow greet you before you wave politely and shut the door.

"Rainey baby?"

"Yes mama?"

"I want you to keep an eye out for your new friend alright? Y'all stick together." The small girl nodded bouncing in her seat.

13 years old

"Say it again asshole." You grit your teeth pulling the boy closer to you. The boy in front of you trembling in your hold on his shitty t-shirt.

"Y/N!" A small hand grabs your shoulder

forcing you to loosen your grip. "Let him go. You can't get in anymore trouble."

You look into deep brown eyes sighing, pushing him away from you. "Beat it."

He doesn't hesitate to run from you quickly grabbing his bag as he flips you off. You scowl before turning back to his savior.

"C'Mon Raine." You whined. She crossed her arms over her chest raising one eyebrow at you. You huff grabbing her bag as the bell rings. "Alright." Your shoulders slump slightly. "Lemme walk you to class." She smiles linking her arm through yours as she laughs.

"Mama always said underneath that tough exterior is a giant teddy bear." Your scowl deepens but you say nothing as you keep walking next to her preparing for an hour of monotone voices and bullshit. "Remember the day I made you marry me?"

You glance at her lips almost turning up into a smile.

"I also remember a very demanding doll yelling at us to kiss." Olive cheeks bloom red as she pushed some of her hair behind her ear.

"Well I remember someone promising to love me forever and ever and never marrying anyone else." Mischief swirled in her eyes and she dug her fingers into your side: it was your turn to flush embarrassed as you thought back to the day you two had been "married". Her father and mother had a field day helping the two of you make Lorraine's dream wedding.

The backyard full of flowers a few chairs and her father even walked her down the isle to you.

You cough shrugging her off. "Whatever, I'll see you after class?" She nods smirking and taking the bag from you. Her smirk falls as she points a finger to scold you.

"I expect you to go to class after this Y/N you know how upset mama and daddy will get if they hear you're ditching...again." You nod, the girl always knew how to get to you. She smiled knowing she'd won leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

You turn quickly so she can't see your smile as you run down the hall. Your pace getting even faster as you hear the warning bell.

18 years old

"So everyone I would like us all to raise our glass to Lorraine who's going to university."

You raised your cup before bringing it to your lips, Mrs.Day's sweet tea tasting bitter as you watched everyone celebrate Lorraine's soon to be departure.

The girl in question saddled up next to you. "You know it's not too late right?"

You looked down at her wanting to tell her. It is too late, you tried applying to the same school as her but your scores weren't as high and you refused to take advantage of her parents. It was enough they took you in and cared for you since you'd met them. You'd never be able to repay them if they covered your college tuition.

You shrug. "You know I'm not meant for college."

Her eyes softened as she looked at you. "I know that's what your mom told you, but that doesn't mean she was right."

"So miss big shot...maybe I should get your autograph now before you become a big time author." Her smile grew wide as you said this but she shrugged.

"I doubt it." You shook your head.

"You're gonna forget about us small town folk once you get to the big city."

"I would never." She looked up at you, a comforting silence fell between the two of you and you felt the tension growing as her gaze went from your eyes to your lips. You leaned in pausing to see her reaction, and for a moment you swore she was leaning in too.

"RAINEY! COME GIVE YOUR GRANDPA A HUG!" You sighed licking your lips as you leaned back, the girl quickly regaining her composure before she went to greet her other family members.

"Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that they themselves commit." Mrs.Day appeared next to you.

"Shakespeare." She looked to you not surprised that you'd known where the quote came from, he was her daughters favorite author.

"It's not too late." You almost laugh at the irony. Like mother like daughter.

"She doesn't know but I tried." You turned to her mother. "I spent hours, nights, days studying but I just kept falling short." The older woman's eyes softened as your confession pulled at her heart strings.

"We can-"

You shook your head. "You all have given me so much I refuse to be more of a burden to you."

"Now stop right there." You straightened up as the usual soft tone in her voice grew harsh. "Mr. Day and I love you like our own and we never-"

"I know but.." you sighed. "You guys should focus on Raine and her needs, I made sure I got a job so I at least wouldn't be mooching off you too much by staying here."

You looked to see the girl smiling and laughing with those around her. Mrs.Day looking to you and then back to her daughter who'd always seemed to keep a close eye on you without you knowing. When one wasn't looking the other was. She shook her head after the day you two had met you revolved around one another like magnets the further anyone tried to hold you apart, the stronger the connection would pull you back together.

21 Years Old

Your foot bounced as you sat at the table with Mr. and Mrs. Day awaiting the guest of honor, their daughter. Over the years she'd visit home here and there but you'd always seemed to just miss her whenever she'd come by. At first you two would talk every day and night but the calls came less frequent, you'd be lucky to get a text on your birthday or if she'd heard good news through the grapevine.

Your breath caught at the sight of her walking through the front door and you felt a smile work it's way up, you went to stand but quickly fell back as a tall scrawny boy followed behind her. His nice attire and constant eye twitching telling you all you needed to know.

"Mama, Daddy I want you to meet RJ my boyfriend." She hasn't noticed you were there yet her parents insisted they'd surprise her with your presence. Mr. Day looked to the boy sizing him up as Mrs.Day just stared. You cleared your throat.

"Hey Raine I hope you don't mind me joining." The small girl looked up wide eyed and incredulous.

She threw her arms around your neck almost choking you in the process. Her mother still staring with a look of confusion as her father said nothing. Deciding to play nice you shake the boys hand.

"Nice to meet you RJ." He gulped smiling gratefully to you as he shook your hand wincing at the grip.

"You too uhh...."

"Y/n. I'm guessing Lorraine hasn't really mentioned me huh?" The realization stung as you'd gone to sit back down you'd happen to glance at the girls finger seeing a diamond catch the light.

"Umm baby is there something you want to tell us?" Mrs.Day had caught sight of it before you did and planted one hand on yours hoping to comfort you.

"We're getting married!" She squealed. Mr.Days mustache twitched as he stared in silence. You cleared your throat.

"This feels like a family thing so I'll just excuse myself. Nice to meet you Reggie." Mr.Day finally cracked a smile as Mrs.Day held back a laugh.

"It's RJ." He murmured. You nodded.

"Right, good to see you Lorraine." You nodded at her. Her eyebrows furrowed it was rare you called her by her name when addressing her.

"But Y/n-" Her mother cut her off to help you.

"So tell us how did you two meet?"the sounds of the restaurant faded as you quickly drive to the closest bar you could find.

Once you pulled into the parking lot you sat for a moment fists pounding the wheel.

"FUCK!"

22 Years Old

You read the same invitation over and over until the words were permanently etched into your brain. Their wedding was set just a few months from today, you felt numb as you thought back to the countless drinks and the one night stands you tried to have to erase the girls hold on you. Unfortunately for you it never left, not when you'd met girls who were the exact opposite of everything she was. Not when you'd move out of her parents house insisting it was time for you to stand on your own two feet, and especially not now when her wedding invitation stared back at you, taunting you.

Your phone buzzed as you'd received a text from Mrs.Day

Come to the house I know you haven't had a decent meal in months and Lorraine's here

Sorry Mrs.Day gotta catch up

On work

You put the phone down quickly immersing yourself in meaningless tasks.

"Hello?" The timid voice accompanied by the soft southern accent was unmistakable and you silently cursed to yourself when you bumped your head shooting up in surprise.

You grabbed a towel wiping your hands before following her voice.

"Hey Lorraine." You cleared your throat as you rubbed the back of your neck. The woman smiled softly at you as two girls next to her came closer.

"Ooooh Mouse you didn't tell me your childhood best friend was such a cutie. Hi baby I'm Bobby." Pearly whites shined at you as the next girl came closer eyeing you like a piece of meat.

"I'm Maxine." She purred holding her hand out, you shook it being polite before looking back to Lorraine.

"They're my bridesmaids and roommates. They wanted to meet you but mama said you were busy so she gave me the address." She looked around a proud grin on her lips. "You always had a thing for cars." You nod again a slight smirk to follow.

Bobby eyed the both of you nudging Maxine as she did so, the former already catching drift of what was going on. The two shared a glance before turning to the scene in front of them. Lorraine stepped closer looking at you up and down a mixture of interest and concern.

"You look good, mama said she's worried about you eating though." You shrug laughing.

"It's a physical job and you know how your mom is."

"We'll she's worried about you." A pause. "I am too." You look into soft brown eyes and feel your shoulders slump. You sigh beginning to slide your overalls off your shoulders displaying a greasy tank top.

"Ok, I'll go to the house to get dinner when I finish." The same look that made you cave in high school gets you again. You groan. "Alright Raine I'll go now and close up shop sound good?"

She smiles victorious as the girls behind her begin giggling. You follow them out as Lorraine makes sure you're right behind them. You climb the bike you've spilt blood sweat and tears on making Maxine whistle.

Lorraine feels odd watching her friend walk up to you and place her hand on your shoulder fingertips dragging slowly down before making their way up the path again.

"Hey girl you ok?" Bobby gets her out of her own head as she nods.

"YOU GUYS GO AHEAD IMMA CATCH A RIDE WITH GREASE LIGHTNING!" Lorraine hears you huff out a soft laugh. Your rev the bike twice before you pull up next to her.

"We'll meet you at the house Raine." She watches as you race to her house.

"Let's go." She says harshly to Bobby marching to her car.

She finds you standing in her driveway waiting patiently as Maxine lays across your bike trying to get to your attention. You straighten up as she gets out the car smiling slightly confused as to why she’s pouting. The only other times she’s done this was when you were younger and wouldn’t follow her plans. The door swings open warmth and familiarity wrapping around you.

Her mother greets you with a hug and kisses all over your face and it occurs to her maybe she wasn’t exaggerating, you haven't been home a lot either.

Mrs.Day smacks your shoulder. "You've had me worried sick."

The girls melt as they watch you soften up and hug the woman. "Sorry."

Mr.Day laughs seeing you get scolded by his wife. "I told ya she'd be coming for your hide. Now come here and give your old man a hug too."

You smile as you both try to crush each others spines.

"Now you..." Mrs.Day pulled you away. "Need to get ready, go shower that gunk off and be sure to wear something nice."

When you came back down Maxine let's out a slow whistle. "And I thought you looked good before."

You rubbed the back of your neck clearing your throat. "Thank you."

Lorraine stares hard at Maxine slowly getting more and more agitated by her behavior around you. This doesn't escape her mom or Bobby's attention. It also doesn't slip past Bobby that displayed proudly by the stairs is a picture of you and Lorraine in what seems to be a wedding as kids. She already felt Lorraine was out of RJ's league but to know she had someone waiting for her just solidified her predictions. She watched Lorraine walk up to you quiet as always. Church mouse was her nickname for a reason but at the moment she was anything but. Lorraine lays a hand on your shoulder effectively taking your attention away from anything that isn't her.

She watched as she used that hand to pull you into the kitchen and prepare you a plate of food. She cocked her head to the side as she gauged your reactions, she knew Lorraine well enough but you were another story entirely and yet she felt as if she may have already figured you out. The way you moved with her, gave in, and followed her she would've thought you were her fiancé. Especially with how attentive she was as you sat to eat, you going as far to give her some bites as you saw her eyeing certain foods on your plate.

"Rainey baby where are you?"

And just like that your bubble is broken, Bobby watches as you suddenly grow stiff and lose your appetite. The minute Lorraine leaves the seat next to you, she fills it.

"I got a question for you honey…”You look up surprised before nodding at her to continue.

"How long you've been in love with Lorraine?" She pulls out the picture of your first wedding. You smirk sadly chuckling a bit as you stroke the picture.

"I don't think there was a time when I wasn't in love with Lorraine."

"What happened?" You shrug.

"She don't wanna marry me."

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A Love Watered By Blood

Part one.

Enemies to lovers- Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader.

-£ Plot: No matter how much the two tried peace was never a option. Always insults, and never compliments. it was the middle of the school year, and a new adventure started. Could they be civil when the time comes. Or will the war between them get in the way.

-£words: 3k words.

-£Previous // Next (coming soon)

-£Warning: Fighting, Cursing, Blood, Death, Seeing horrible things, Angsty, happy ending, slow updates, New god, Percy being rude, enemies to lovers, New plot, Slight slow burn

“So,” the trio looked at the restaurant that glowed yellow, a old dinner style with big windows. it screamed 80s movie scene. they could smell the freshly made food coming from inside the diner, making their mouths water.

“This is the best day of my life.” Percy smirked as he looked into the window for the girl they had been searching for. the two beside him just looked at each other with a knowing look, that this was going to be a long couple of weeks.

“Percy,” Grover spoke and leaned his arm on his shorter friend, “don’t be rude. we need her to come along with us and we can’t stand you both fighting this whole trip.” annabeth nodded along and rubbed her forehead thinking of how the two argued often at every chance they got.

Percy looked between the two of his friends and rolled his eyes, “I’m not mean. She’s just rude and I have to defend myself, come on.” He pointed to the dinner, “How can she of all people be a waitress? She has the shortest temper.” they ignored him and walked passed him and into the diner. he let out a groan and followed behind them but his smirk returned quickly.

once they sat at a booth they waited for you to come out or see you. your mother said you were working here tonight. another girl was across from them on the other side helping a elderly couple. “she’s probably in the back.” Grover looked at the kitchen door waiting for you to pop out. annabeth looked at the menu to pass the time, plus she was hungry.

things were quite for a few minutes, them sometimes glancingaround. they couldn’t be patient even if their lives depended on it. Grover was getting hunger by the second that he could almost eat the counter underneath his hands. anything really.

they heard shouting from the kitchen and then the door swing open, a girl stepped out with a old waitress style outfit and her hair pushed out of her face. the group looked and found the girl they had come to see.

percy smirked and got too proud of himself when he spotted you, knowing you would hate him being here. when you looked over to see them your face dropped and your body froze for a minute, then you rolled your eyes and got out your notebook and marched towards them.

they see you throw on the fakest smile and suck your teeth before speaking, “Welcome to The Country Diner, what can I get started for you today?” the fake preppy voice made their ears scratch. you hated how he was looking at you. that same wide smile made you want to grab his neck and wait till he stops breathing.

“Oh, look at that! Our waitress is here,” percy cleared his voice and grabbed his menu, “I really just love that outfit, don’t you guys?” the two glared at him. annabeth kicked him under the table and gave him a warning look.

of course, percy didn’t judge against waitress because his mother was once on. but he knew that you’d never wanted to be caught wearing the outfit.

“y/n, it’s so good to see you.” You look at the satyr you’ve known for a long time. his hair grown longer and bushier, and his face more grown and facial hair started to grow. “hello Grover.” that was genuine. You nodded to annebeth before looking down at the notepad.

“Tell me what you want.”

“We want you to come along with us on a new quest.” she saw your eyes perk up and take a minute to register. huffing you look around you, the other girl who worked with was now out of sight and no manager around.

“And, why me? There is already three of you.” you raised a brow. the three looked at each other wondering who was going to tell you. grover shifted in his seat and slapped his hands on his legs.

“We need you on this quest,” you look at him with your head titled.

“Look, I can’t really take any quests at the moment. I have this test that effects half of my grade, I have money to make-” your voice was cutter off by the satyr. “It’s about your father!” His voice loud and made the couple on the other side turn their heads at the shouting.

shifting your weight you sit on the empty spot in the booth, and unfortunately it was next to Percy but you didn’t care at the moment. “my father would have said something.”

“he wasn’t allowed. you know how he is, I mean you must have felt something?” your eyes found the table as your thoughts brought up the memories of the past few days. your dreams were more vague and darker then normal, each night you saw at least three different people in hard problem. and each night you woke up drench in sweat and tears. you saw everything from their eyes.

he looked at you and at how you were deep in thought, making his theory correct. “what have you been seeing?” You shifted uncomfortably in the booth. looking to the side you check for any of the workers in case. sighing you open up,

“it’s been getting worse, I have at least five a night.” annabeth and grover nod while percy looks confused at what you are saying, he never listened to you or asked.

“then you know somethings wrong,” he leaned forward and placed his hands on the table. “The Episkopos has been stolen.”

they watch you freeze again and your eyes start to glare, mind running. “when?” You ask. Annabeth perked up and took over the conversation from Grover.

“A week ago.” You nod your head and place your hand on the edge of the table and slide out from the table. Percy’s eyes glares in confusion, “Where are you going?” looking back at him you give him a death stare.

“You think I want to go on a quest in this outfit? Or without anything?” Crossing your eyes. “Not all of us want to look like they put no effort in.”

“Clearly, I mean look at you.” he snapped back.

Grover sat up quietly and took you by the shoulders before you had the chance tackle him. And you have before. Pulling you to the side he hears you mumbling angrily and fight back against his hold. Once he gets to the end of the counter Grover lets you go and carefully, but ready to hold you if he needs to again.

“We need to leave soon. You know how powerful your fathers mirror is, I’m afraid of what someone might do with it.” The look in his eyes brought you back to reality. you hum and relax you tensed body. “If they are smart enough to use it.” You shrug at the thought of the thief. you pat his shoulder and give him a small smile before walking away to the kitchen door and wondering how in the hell you’re going to get out of working.

“So remind me, what exactly do you “see” when you sleep?” percys asks out loud as his fingers trace the posters on the wall. “you being wiped from experience.” the girl smirks as she places some clothes in a book bag. the boy laughed sarcastically and looks back at her.

“That’s funny, I’d like to say the same thing but you don’t even exist in mine.”

their friends sit on the bed watching the two throw insults knowing that this was what the whole trip would be like. “Can we just stop fighting? You two are so annoying.” annabeth looks at a magazine in her hands bored. “It would save a lot of time.” The satyr agrees with his friend.

“She started it this time.” Percy pointed his finger and then turn his head back around to snoop around your things.

“If you must know, beach boy, I’ve been seeing many things. Oh yes, like death of loved ones, some receiving horrible news, or maybe you want to hear of how I watch someone take their final breaths from their own eyes?” the girl faked beaming with happiness as she put on a happy face. maybe that was mean but he was asking for it. she didn’t want to talk about the things she was cursed in seeing.

the boy turned fully with all the sarcasm and sass leaving his body as he leaned against the dresser. “sorry.” the girl replied with a huffed and continued to stuff her bag full of stuff. a few bills she had been saving under her mattress and anything she thought she’d need.

now Percy hated her to the ends of the earth. everything about her made him annoyed. her breathing. the way she’d tease him. how she looked. how her voice sounded. no one hated her more then him. but seeing all that- he’d never wish that on her or anyone, not even the worst monster.

the room around them looks like a slight punk. posters of bands all over the walls, a few messy clothes laying around and jewelry spread around. a big mirror hung above the dresser with pictures stuck to it, mostly taken in camp.

“okay, after that lovely piece of information we should talk about what we should do.” Grover clapped his hands together once more and looked at each of them.

“The oracle says to go to the temple of the unknown,” Percy steps closer and looked at y/n. “Do you know?”

“It’s called the temple of the unknown for a reason.” She taunted him again and zipped up the bag.

“Well, as his daughter I thought you would know.” He stepped closer to her direction.

“Do you know everything about your dad?” she asked and waits for a moment. he goes to answer but he stops himself because he didn’t. “Exactly.”

the boy when to fight with her but he only made noises and then backed off with his hands flying in the air. he couldn’t do this, she was too much. y/n smiled softly in victory and threw the black bag over her shoulders, “I think I might know something but I’m not for sure..”

the three are now looking at her, “Even when I’m dreaming I knew exactly where I am. The last place I saw was a park in Minnesota, but every place i saw was almost like a road map. I think we should follow it.”

they look at each other to conform. they nod and stay up, “at least we have a plan.”

and it was a really shitty plan.

you stayed in that small town because of the waste of mortals. or in the diner that smelled of food that over powered your scent. now three demi gods and a satyr traveled together, a death wish just waiting to happen.

being a demigod always makes things so much harder.

The group didn’t even make it half way across the state without being attacked by a monster. and usually you could handle it but you had walked into a town filled with them. a nest of some sort.

you had to relay on fleeing and try not to get seen, and for annabeth it was easy. however, you and Percy found it hard when he kept bumping into you. you whispered at him to stop a little too loud, and he glared and whispered(yell) back. and they could only tell you both to stop a few times because you both could you guys caught.

“What is your problem?” Percy yelled at you after you guys finally got away, having to fight some monster and all of you getting a few scratches.and bruises. “Me? What about you. How clumsy can you be to run into me ten times? is your scull just filled with water?” You flicked his head and he hissed in slight pain.

“because you kept stopping for no reason, I had no choice. it was your fault we got caught.” his fingers pointed at you.

“Me? you are the one who squealed when you stumbled back, that was one hundred percent your fault.”

his mouth handing open as his eyes went up and his face turned angrily amused. “sometimes I can’t believe how stupid you sound sometimes. do tell, who trip and made us almost get eaten?”

you had been running away and your foot bent slightly and causing you to slipped, you put your hands out to try and stop yourself. percy was the closest one to you so he helped you up and made sure to get you in front of him in case that happened again. no matter how much he wanted to leave you. he wasn’t that kind of person.

“okay, really? it wasn’t my fault the ground was slippery. we would have more time if you hadn’t-” the yelling of the two drowned out to Grover as he covers his ears and blocked them out.

can’t they just say quite for a day?

“It’s both your faults! both of you did things wrong, and your yelling isn’t helping.” the boy shouted and pulled them both apart.

“please, just shut up! If you don’t have anything nice to say then not speak.” the two looked at him surprised. he didn’t usually do this but only when he got really angry or annoyed.

y/n looked away and kicked a rock on the ground, “sorry.” She mumbled quietly. percy did the same thing, “whatever.” he walked away from them both to cool himself off. he didn’t understand how she could always mess up and get under his skin, it’s like she was made just to annoy him.

after that the group barely spoke to each other. they traveled for a few hours until sundown and looked for a place to stay. luckily, they found a old house that was newly abandoned. when they set up the sleeping area y/n walked out, saying she would keep a eye out for any monsters. they all could see how shut off she was being and how clearly upset she was. and in this situation it was easy to let her be.

Annebeth was curled in the corner with her hands clinging to her dagger. Grover was spread out with his arm spread across his face slightly snoring.

percy tried to sleep.

he toasted and turned but there was something plaguing his mind that kept him awake. how you clung to his arm when he pulled you up. you looked so afraid as the monster nipped at your feet almost getting you, that you had no choice but to ask for help. he’s ever seen you so scared and for some reason, all he could see was the fear in your face when he blinked.

“don’t be a idiot, I’d never ask you for help.” he could hear the words ring in his head if he told you.

pushing the shirt thrown over him to the side he carefully stood up without waking the other two. he walked out the room and went to search for you. if he wasn’t going to get any sleep he might as well help with the lookout.

he found you sitting on the steps with your head leaned against the railing. humming a soft tune to yourself and for a second, he felt peaceful. but he remembered that it was you. cleaning his throat to make his presence know and walked across the porch boards.

turning your head you looked at him. it was a soft look of hate and not the full glare he was expecting. “what do you want?” He sat down on the same step away from you but as far as he could. almost afraid you’d bite him.

“couldn’t sleep.”

you hum in response and slight nod your head. you continued to look at the street and around the place in case something was to sneak up on you. a breath leaves your lungs and you lean back on your hands, pushing yourself back against the stairs above you. you throw you head back up and close your eyes to relax for just a minute.

“you know,” you began as his ears perked up. “I have no clue where the hell we are going.” You admitted with little confidence in yourself.

“it could just all be a trick and I’m leading us down the wrong path. but each time I feel-” you cut yourself off before you go to deep.

percy looked at you with your eyes closed. this was a actual conversation. no insults. he didn’t even feel angry as he stood next to you. for the first time it was a comfortable understanding.

“i know how you feel. when I search for the lighting bolt I knew exactly where I was in my dreams dispute never going to those places.”

he watched your eyes open again and look into his. “sometimes we are shown things. i trust you, for this quest at least. you’re the only one who could help us get there now.” you face grows and small smirk and your eyebrows raise.

tilting your head and sit up slight, “that almost sounds like a compliment.” you teased him. he rolled his eyes playfully and looked away from you, “never in a million years.” he chucked. you looked at him for a second longer then you normally do. this was the first time you saw him smile with you, it was new.

and kinda pretty.

shaking your head at the thought you looked away from him and let the thoughts get pushed back into your head. there was nothing pleasing about him and your brain needed to remember that. your both just to tired to fight and it means nothing. because never in a million years, will you ever be friends with Percy Jackson.

but, maybe you can get along with him for this quest at least.

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⋆‧₊˚ TEACHERS PET .7

summary: Reader has a new teacher and finds herself falling for him blahblahblah teachers pet by melanie vibes xoxo ouch.

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July became the somber conclusion. The spring, filled with the blossoming of love, now felt like a cruel illusion. Despite his professed love, I questioned the authenticity of our connection. Winter's usual melancholy paled in comparison to the new depths of summer depression. With school out, I languished in bed, nursing self-pity.

The school board granted me permission to stay due to my high grades and this being my first school issue. Yet, the purpose seemed lost without Matt. My room echoed with the loud hum of the fan as I scrolled through my phone - 2 missed calls from Madi, 4 from Mum, 1 from Dad, none from Matt.

I had no motivation or energy to go back home for summer break. I craved this town's familiar embrace, knowing Matt was still in the same place as me. Comfort came in waves, even though the worst part was that I didn't hate him - I still loved him.

Swiping off from calls, I checked the weather app - today marked a heatwave, the hottest in a decade. Amazing. I groaned and decided it was time to do something. Self-pity couldn't be my refuge. I texted Madi:

To Madi F What are you doing today?

From Madi F Hey girl!! Missed u <3 Some of the girls and I are having a little bonfire tonight. It starts at 7 if you wanna come? x

To Madi F I'd love to :))

Madi F liked your message

From Madi F Would you mind picking up some 6 packs, please? I'll send you the money. We're all just setting up rn x

To Madi F Of course, don't worry about it x

I sigh and get up, opting for a cold shower to refresh myself. The cold water soothes my weary body, and after that, I change into a crop top, shorts, and trainers. Walking through the familiar park on my way to the grocery store, I notice the leaves, once orange and crisp, have turned green. Birds chirp from the trees, the grass is lush, and the sky remains cloudless — a comforting sight.

Upon reaching the grocery store, I grab a trolley and head straight to the back where the alcohol is stocked. Loading up with a couple of packs and bottles, I make my way to check out, fanning myself as I wait in the blistering heat. After paying and bagging up the drinks, I exit to the car park, realising there's no way in hell I could carry all these bags home in this heat. Groaning, I push my trolley through the car park, undeterred by the curious gazes of onlookers. Sweating, I finally reach my building and head inside, trolley still in hand.

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"3, 2, 1, go!"

I smile, watching our friends shotgun their beers around the bonfire in the middle of our circle. Perched on a refurnished log turned into a bench, I swirl my drink in a red solo cup and take a sip. Madi wraps an arm around me, "smileee" she chimes, she holds up her digital camera. I oblige, looking at the cute photo of us – me in a white mini skirt co-ord and her in black shorts and a cami. Downing my drink, I decide to get a refill.

"I'm getting a top up," I tell Madi, walking back to the makeshift bar area she set up (a cheap, fold-up table and half-empty drinks). I pour vodka into my cup, attempting not to spill it in my drunken state, when murmurs catch my attention.

"Yeah, she was screwing her professor for better grades." "Damn, I would too, to be fair. He was fine."

I whip my head around, giving the gossiping girls a stern look. "The fuck did you just say?" I speak up, liquid courage taking control over my body. The eyes around the fire pit turn towards us.

"What? That you were sleeping with your teacher?" the ringleader says, cocking her head.

"What's it to you? Just because the only dick you can catch is from some lowlife frat boy with more STDs than you can count," I spit back, kissing my teeth. "So obsessed and for what," I continue, rolling my eyes. Others come over, standing between us to calm things down, pulling me away.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, bitch!" the other girl yells as they retreat. "Watch when I see you again!" I shout back before Madi pulls me inside.

"Y/n, let's get you some water, okay?" she says softly, leading me to the kitchen. I perch on the island, trying to maintain my balance. She brings me a cup of water, and I sip on it.

"Stay here for a second, okay?" Madi leaves the room briefly. I struggle to focus, my head spinning. I'm so fucked up, and all I can think about is how much I miss Matt. He doesn't even work at the school anymore. What are they going to do? Not let me speak to someone who has nothing to do with my college anymore. I take out my phone, wrestling to unlock it, eventually succeeding. I go to texts and send him a message. fuck it.

To Matt S I miss you.

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From Y/N I M IF DDD YOY

I gaze at my phone, attempting to decipher her message. She's clearly drunk. Is she alone? Is she safe? Is she with strangers? Shit.

For a moment, I stare at the screen, wrestling with the internal conflict. Ending things with her was one of the hardest things I had to do, especially seeing her in this state – shattered, pleading for me to stay. It was a sacrifice for her future, ensuring she could stay in school, earn a degree, and build a happy life. Not a day goes by where I don't think of her – waking up, reaching for her, preparing meals for two, driving past her building. She was my oxygen. I'd rather die than be the one hurting her. But I needed to.

Fuck it, I can't handle this. I dial her number. After three rings, she answers. Silence. "Y/n?" I say. "Hey," she replies. Her voice, I've missed it so much. "Are you okay?" I ask. "Why didn't you call me?" she slurs. My heart breaks even more. I sense the sadness in her words. "Y/n, where are you? Are you safe?" I attempt to steer the conversation. She sighs and sniffs. "I'm at a friend's, but I don't want to stay here. It's gone to shit. Everything's gone to shit," she mumbles. Sighing, I rise from my spot on the sofa. "Send me your location; I'm on my way."

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MOVIE NIGHT; C. MONAGHAN

CAMERON MONAGHAN X F!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT - this is rushed and boring, but cam posted that pic (yesterday, when i made this) and it’s so hot so i needed to write something even though nothing correlates 😭 pwp!! also, obvi you need a condom or be on the pill but this is a fic so.. go with the flow!!

WC: 4212

A/N: i am SO excited for halloween, so it’s (sort of?) set up during October!! - the pic im talking about is the middle one btw!!

SUMMARY: A sweet movie night with Cameron ended in something more

The smell of cinnamon wafted through the small apartment.

The candle was brand new as the flame on top was slowly burning down farther. The scent was relaxing as it overtook the room inside your living space, adding a nice aura to the interior.

Plastic pumpkins were spaced out on different tables, fake spiders were hung up on the walls, and small lights were hung up on the table that supported the tv. Decorating for halloween was always fun since you could go any direction you wanted to. Staying up late and watching horror movies or buying candy and using the excuse that you had trick or treaters at the door.

Tonight, you and your friend Cameron were planning a movie night. Whenever he was free, you both would message back and forth, trying to figure out plans to see each other. Last week, you both came to the agreement to binge scary movies and stay inside. You had been the one to suggest the idea and Cameron immediately accepted, saying that it would be nice to relax because of his work situation.

The both of you had known each other for years. It started as a school friendship when you two were little, occasionally having playdates or hanging out on the playground. Once you both started middle school, you both would hangout at each other’s houses and would walk around the neighborhood to buy some ice cream. Eventually, as more time passed, the both of you grew even closer and kept in touch frequently. Even with his busy schedule for his acting, he managed to sort out his plans and always made sure he had time for you.

You always tried to tell yourself that it was true and it was just a thought in the back of your head that just wanted attention. But as you matured, you dreadfully came to the conclusion that you had feelings for your best friend. You were in denial for so long, that only recently you realized. It was hard to push those thoughts away when you were with him, but he never seemed to notice. At least that’s what you told yourself.

Your phone vibrated against the coffee table as you rushed over to grab it. A smile graces your lips as you see the notification laying on top. Speak of the devil…

Omw! It’s my turn to pick the movie this time Y/N! Don’t think you can persuade me again.. ;)

A laugh bubbles up from your throat as you reread his text. The last time you both had a movie night, it was his turn to pick a movie he liked. When he ended up picking one you weren’t particularly a fan of, you managed to make him switch his decision in promise of you making his favorite food. It was quite easy to make him bend to your will, but you always told yourself that it’s just what friends do for each other. You would’ve done the same thing for him.

As you turn on the tv, it sits on the main menu, waiting for instructions. Setting down the remote, you make your way over towards the candy you had bought earlier that day and poured it into a bowl; resting it on the coffee table so you both could share the snacks while the movie played.

As soon as you reached out to grab your phone, there were two knocks at your door before hearing it open. Your lips curled up automatically at the sound. A glimpse of ginger hair was seen before he walks away from the door, towards you.

“Hey, Y/N.” Cameron smiles wide as he walks to you. He quickly wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you close to him. The close proximity makes your face feel hot, but you put your arms around his torso in response.

“Hey, Cam.” The smile on your face was heard through your words. You pull away and look up at him as you both take away your arms. His eyes scan around your apartment, taking in all of the decorations.

“Wow, you really went all out this year.” He chuckles, picking up a plastic pumpkin that sat on the small table in front of the couch. It looked almost miniature in his palm, his fingers engulfing the object.

“You know how much I love Halloween, Cam.” You smile and walk around him and towards the couch. Your hands wrapped around the small remote and you hold it out. “It’s your turn.” You hand it to him as you watch his pale digits put down the pumpkin and grab the remote from you.

He gives you a smirk before sitting down on the couch and spreading out his legs. He looked at your apartment like it was his. That was just one thing you liked about him; how comfortable he was with you. It made you feel fuzzy inside; a safe feeling.

Walking over towards the light switch you flick it down as the only light source is the tv and the small orange lights that hung on the small table that was supporting the electronic. Cameron was still scrolling through Netflix, listing off the pro’s and con’s of each one that he didn’t choose. An occasional laugh sounded from your mouth when he would say something bad about one every now and then.

You took a seat next to him on the cushion as your eyes swept across his face. His side profile was just as beautiful as the front; his perfectly shaped nose, his pink lips and his green eyes staring forward. Before he could catch you, your eyes averted away from him and towards the screen.

“This is why I never let you pick. You take forever, Cam.” You tease him, laughing softly. Your back rested on the pillow that was against the arm on the couch, facing the man that sat a couple feet from you. You nudge his thigh with your foot as you smile, holding back a laugh that wanted to leave your throat.

Suddenly, he grabs your foot and moves it away from him. “Watch where you’re putting that thing.” He teases with a smile. He sends you a wink before looking back at the screen, the bright light illuminating his features.

A light stubble graced his jaw and wrapped around his chin, trailing up above his top lip. His sharp jawline was still visible, even with the lights off. As your eyes trailed down his arm, they met with his hand that gripped the remote. Two rings held a finger each, the silver band grasping them tight.

The sound of a movie starting harshly ripped you out of your daydream. He leans forward and sets down the remote on the coffee table and then leans back on the couch, stretching his arm out on the back of it.

“What is this?” You says begrudgingly, but the smile on your face told otherwise. He looks over at you with a smirk.

“Scream, duh.” Before you could open your mouth, he puts a finger up. “C’mon, Y/N. It’s a classic. You can’t not watch Scream when it’s Halloween time.” Cameron teases and pokes your leg. He laughs when you swat at him, retreating his arm to rest on the back of the couch again. It didn’t take much convincing for you to agree, letting the title screen show.

Minutes into the movie, your position grows uncomfortable. Your side started to ache as you lie on it and your legs are started to cramp up as they’re pressed against you. Without your knowledge, Cameron notices your predicament. Startling you, a hand pats your leg gently. “You can stretch out your legs, Y/N.” He assures you, giving you that perfect smile of his. You swore that smile alone could make you melt.

You quickly accept his offer and move onto your back, leaning against the pillow. You straighten out your legs fully, before moving them back into the spot they were before. You were close with Cameron, but you didn’t want to push anything. Especially with the thought in the back of your mind that kept reminding you about your undeniable crush on him.

You hear a quiet sigh before hands grab your legs and stretch them across his lap. It catches you off guard at first, looking away from the tv to see what your friend was doing. You were leaning back on the pillow that rested against the arm of the couch as your body was facing Cameron, your legs now straight and laying on his lap. You couldn’t say you were upset about it.

He doesn’t say anything as he stares forward, watching Stu, Billy, Sydney and Tatum have a conversation. You try and swallow down a smile, looking away from him and back to the screen. A warm hand rested on your shin, a hot feeling running through your body.

Seconds to minutes pass by, his finger slowly starting to move back and forth, rubbing against the fabric of your pants. Maybe it was a subconscious thing, maybe not, but either way, it made you feel giddy. Other movie nights consisted of hugs, talking, sharing food, some times cuddling, but tonight felt different. The mood wasn’t the same, and the intentions didn’t feel familiar.

His other hand came down and rested on the same leg, starting to get higher. It sat on your knee, drawing small circles into the soft fabric with his thumb. Cameron still hasn’t taken one look away from the movie, whether that was on purpose, to add to the teasing, or just because he was too afraid to see your reaction.

The room started to feel warmer as the cinnamon smell of the candle still traveled through the tense air. As Ghostface talked to Sydney on the phone, the sounds of the movie started to get quieter. It felt like everything was changing. You weren’t sure if you were making up this whole situation and Cameron was just making a sweet gesture towards you, but you made it out to be the opposite; that he had the same feelings for you and that he wanted to act on them. At least that’s what you were hoping for.

The warm sensation of his hand gradually moved up, now landing on your thigh. Your eyes never left his face as he finally looked away from the tv and met your gaze. His eyes were as soft as ever, showing no hostility or aggression. He was being sweet, just as you thought earlier.

“Can I?” It came out as a whisper, his pink lips barely moving. Over time, his body grew closer to yours. Responding to him without words, you moved up from your leaning position and became just inches away from his face. You nodded your head fast as your hand gently held his jaw.

“Can I?” You whisper back, staring down at his lips. He nods softly, quickly leaning forward and meeting your lips together. His were soft, a little chapped as you suspected that he was biting them earlier. The pressure of your top lip in between his sent chills down your spine as you maneuvered your body to straddle him. He groaned into the kiss at your new position, resting his hands on the outside of your thighs gently.

Breaking away from the kiss, you both kept yourselves just inches away from each other. Your lips were hot with his breath as you stared into his eyes and vice versa. His pupils were dilated as he looked at you, never once taking his eyes off of yours. The eye contact wasn’t filled with lust, more so a hunger for each other. It was sweet and loving, something that you craved from him.

“Fuck, Y/N..” Cameron’s voice was deeper as he whispered, squeezing his hands on your skin. That was all you needed to pull him in for another kiss. It was heated and messy, tongues meeting and teeth clashing. Your hand traveled to the back of his head, clutching his bright orange hair into your hand. The groan that escaped his mouth could’ve made you cum on the spot.

His hands drifted up and rested on your hips and squeezed. The unexpected pressure made your hips roll forwards against his lap, moans escaping the both of your lips. Both of your hands cupped the sides of his face as you broke apart, keeping close to each other. Silent words were exchanged to the other, wondering what was happening. Neither of you tried to stop it.

“Can I take care of you?” Cameron’s voice was quiet, but you heard it perfectly. The room was quiet to you, the sound of the tv only becoming background noise. It was just the both of you, sitting together, kissing. It felt like a dream.

“Yes. Please.” Your words left your mouth immediately. Giving in to him was an automatic response, something that you would agreed to in an instant. It was like second nature to you.

A soft smile takes over his lips, leaning forward to press them against yours. The kiss was gentle this time, telling you how much he enjoyed this; that he wasn’t taking advantage of it. It was reassuring in a sense that you felt like you could trust him to do anything in that moment. You wouldn’t have to be on cloud nine for that though.

Feeling a hand wound up your back and applying enough pressure against you, he starts to lean forward and moves you onto your back. The kiss never breaks as your positioned back onto the couch with Cameron hovering over you now. Your hand moved up to cup his cheek as you deepen it, gently nipping at his bottom lip before sliding your tongue across it. Almost immediately, he accepts your offer. Your free hand traveled down his side and clutched his shirt tightly, signaling that you wanted it off.

You’ve seen Cameron without a shirt numerous times, whether it was going for a swim, on a show, coming out of the shower, but his perfect stature never failed to leave you staring.

He leaves your lips to bring his hands behind his back and throws his shirt off, absentmindedly tossing it somewhere neither of you cared for at the moment. Your hands raked down his toned torso, a small patch of ginger hair leading into his pants. His v-line was impressive, the sharp edges quickly catching your attention. His abs were flexed as he hovered over you, making sure not to put any of his weight on top of you.

His warm palms glided under your shirt, teetering at the edge of your pants. You lift up your arms, inviting him to take the fabric off of you. He follows through quickly as he takes it off and throws it in the same direction as his. He leans down and scatters kisses on your neck, traveling to your jawline and down. His lips kept getting lower, kissing down your collarbone and sucking on the skin. A soft moan was taken from your throat at the sudden pleasure, your hand returning to his hair and tugging gently. His lips vibrated against your skin, sending a new sensation through your body.

Moving down the valley between your breasts, he kissed over one before taking it in his mouth and sucking. A louder noise than before left your lips, your mouth agape. Your breathing got faster as seconds went by, silently hoping he couldn’t feel it. Though you were sure he could.

Giving the same treatment to your other breast, he eventually kissed down your body, reaching the top of your pants. With a look up at you, he accepted your nod of approval and slipped his fingers inside the waistband. Slowly dragging it down your legs, he tossed the fabric on the floor. His hands rested on your shins, patiently gliding up your legs until they landed on your thighs. He leaned back down and kissed above your panties. They weren’t anything special, normal underwear you’d get from the store for cheap.

“Cute.” He teases and hooks his finger in the top of them with a quiet laugh. Heat raises on your face as you smack his shoulder lightly, causing a chuckle to leave him. He was still your Cameron, the goofy boy you’ve known since pre-school. The realization that you were about to have sex with your best friend suddenly hit you as he squeezed your thighs once more. Your mind was telling you that this was everything you wanted and more, that he wanted this too. And you quickly followed that thought, living off of the thrill that your best friend, and crush, liked you the same way you liked him.

“Can I?” His soft voice cut you out of your thoughts. You looked down at him from his position between your legs as he asked for permission to take off your panties. You nodded in response. Hooking his fingers under the fabric, he pulls them down and throws them in the same pile as your pants. Without hesitation, he leans down and spreads your legs. One of his hands squeezes itself under your thigh and puts it on his shoulder. His free hand reaches forward and spreads you out before he leans in and licks a stripe up your slit. An involuntary moan leaves your mouth at the feeling, sensing his smirk against you.

“Y’taste so fucking good.” He groans before leaning down again and wrapping his lips around your clit. His freckle-covered hand stays put as his finger slides through your slit. You could practically feel your wetness slide down onto the couch. It was almost embarrassing how quickly you were aroused by the man, but he didn’t seem to care. And the large tent in his pants didn’t seem to mind either.

The hand that steadied your thigh dug his nails into your skin, leaving harsh crescent moon shapes in them. You were caught off guard, too focused on the feeling of his lips on you, when you felt his finger inside you. Your hand instinctively reached down to his hair and gripped it, trying to ground yourself. The groan he let out vibrated against you, stimulating your pleasure even more.

“Cam, I..” Your words were cut off as the knot inside you grew tighter. Another finger joins the one inside you, his pace getting faster as seconds pass. The cool sensation of his rings would tease you as they barely touched you. The sound of your wetness hitting his fingers filled the room as the tv grew quieter. His eyes never left your body as they altered between looking at where you and his fingers met to your eyes. He felt the strong grip you had on him as he leaned back down and took your clit back in his mouth.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me, wanna taste you.” His voice was quiet as he doesn’t even think about moving away from you. That was all you needed as one final suck and the feeling of his long fingers curling inside you brought you to your edge. Your back arched and your fingers tugged his hair harshly. Your thighs shook as you came down from your high, soft moans of his name leaving your lips like a prayer. Your breathing was fast and heavy, trying to gain it back.

Looking back down at him, you’re met with sight of him pulling his pale digits out of you and bringing them up to his lips. All of the air you just gained back left you as your eyes followed the way his lips looked around his fingers, slowly pulling them out of his mouth.

“So fucking good.” He groaned before moving back over you and pressing his lips against yours passionately. You quickly followed his lead and kissed back with fervor. Your hand moved down his body and rested on his belt. As your hand got lower, you cupped the bulge in his pants, feeling the groan he let out into the kiss. Your hands fumbled with his belt quickly, wanting it gone. He broke away with a chuckle, noticing your urgency. He takes your hands in his to stop you and lets them go before undoing his belt and fly, throwing his pants somewhere across the room.

Catching him off guard this time, you push him back against the couch and move down on the floor. You were kneeling in front of him as your hands met with the soft waistband of his boxer briefs. Cameron’s hand reached forward and rested on the back of your head gently, letting you take your time. You leaned forward and scattered light kisses on the print through the fabric, teasing him when you kiss his tip. His jaw clenched at the feeling and his hand grew tighter in your hair.

As you reached forward to move your hands into his boxers, he lifted up his hips so you could take them off. Setting them off to the side, you took in his naked body before you. It was better than your dreams and imagination. You were convinced he was sculpted by a god.

Wrapping your hand around him, he inhaled sharply at the quick action. Stroking up and down slowly to tease him, you keep eye contact with him. A whisper of a smirk graces the corner of his lips when he realizes what you were doing. You lean forward suddenly and take the tip in your mouth, moving your tongue around him. A guttural moan escapes him, sending a certain kind of heat straight to your core.

You started to move your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could. The hand on the back of your head encouraged you as you took him deeper, stroking what you couldn’t handle. Quiet curses and stutters were said from under his breath, just barely catching your ears. The thought of you causing him this much pleasure was exhilarating, a sense of pride overtaking you.

As you feel his hand get tighter and his body starting to stiffen, it was obvious to you that he was getting close. He pushes you back as his chest heaves up and down. A light string of saliva attaches from your lips to his tip, reaching his thumb forward to wipe it away. It only seemed to spur him on more.

“When I cum, I wanna be inside you.” His words made you moan, a sound that was unwillingly taken from you. His smirk grew wider at the noise, extending his arms to bring you back up on the couch with him. Back in the position you were before with you lying down on the cushions and him hovering over you, he grasps your thigh and throws it over his waist. “You sure you want this, Y/N?” His voice was hot as he talked, keeping eye contact with you. You nodded.

“Yes.” That was all he needed as he thrusted forward, seating himself fully inside of you. A loud moan was ripped from both of your throats, filling the apartment. Giving you time to adjust, he catches your signal and starts to move backwards. As the tip just barely stays inside you, he teases you before thrusting forward again and moving completely inside. More sounds were filling the air as he started a rhythm, hitting you perfectly.

It wasn’t entirely lust driven, it felt intimate and nice to have him so close to you. It was a safe kind of feeling, something you hoped to feel more of.

The sound of skin slapping skin started to get louder as time passed, his short nails digging into the same spot they were earlier. Cameron leans down quickly, smashing your lips together in a desperate kiss. Tongues battle and teeth fight, the both of you chasing your release. Your body started to tighten, the knot inside of you beginning to snap.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” His words were mumbled, so caught up with the pleasure he was feeling. He could tell you were close at the feeling of your walls wrapping tightly around him. It drove him closer to the edge, getting enough energy to thrust harder inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made you cry out.

As soon as your body shook with pleasure and mouth opened, he joined you, his nails piercing your skin and your name leaving his lips like a song. Once the both of you relaxed, his body slumped down on yours, his muscles tense and his body tired. A soft laugh left you and your arms enveloped around his shoulders, one of your hands coming up to brush through his hair softly.

The both of you lied there as seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours until you both ended up falling asleep. You guess tomorrow will be the day you guys figure everything out, but you have a feeling that everything’s gonna be okay.

Your best friend, and your crush, was laying in your arms. And that was all you ever needed.

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Chapter 4

Gojo Satoru x reader

Wc: 3980

Curseless au

Summary: Amidst the zombie apocalypse, your courage shines as you not only saves lives but capture the heart of Gojo Satoru. Together with his first-year students, you all embark on a perilous journey, not only for survival but in a quest for a cure that adds a poignant layer to the unfolding romance.

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"Is it—um fuck, is it bad?" Itadori stands behind the bathroom door.

"What?! You idiot!" Nobara yells from inside, scrambling noises could be heard, "Of course it's bad." She lets out a string of curses towards Itadori.

"Are you gonna pass out?" He looks around frantically, "What do you want me to do?!"

"Go find me a damn tampon, stupid!"

Itadori looks frightened when he accidentally bumps into you, you were just going to see what the ruckus was about.

"Oh— Itadori, is everything okay?" You ask, grounding him as you put a hand on his arm.

"No! Nobara's gonna kill me." He says and runs a hand through his hair.

"What?" You say confusingly, your heart drops at the thought of Gojo's students possibly turning into a zombie. "Did she get bit?"

"What?— no, she's on her period and if I don't find her a tampon quick she's gonna kill me for sure." He clears up and awkwardly stands in the middle of the room.

"I might have one," you say and grab your backpack from the room, you push aside some clothes and don't have any luck. "There's no way I don't have a tampon or pad." You think to yourself. "Itadori, look through that bag." You point to one on the floor.

He picks it up and starts to go through each pocket, "Is this it?" He holds up a tampon.

"Yes," you laugh, "I think that's my last one though." He quickly hurried to Nobara. You guys were quickly running out of food, water wasn't too big of an issue because it had been raining almost every night.

"What's that about?" Gojo says as he walks into the room after bumping into Itadori.

"Nobara needed a tampon." You quickly explain, "Speaking of, we need a couple of things."

He sighs, "I know. Today would probably be a good day to do it." Gojo went back to the first-years to tell them that you'd all be going to get supplies today.

You hadn't been to this part of the city, you were way across and didn't have time to really get out and explore. You were putting in a jacket and zipping it up to keep you warm, adding your bow over your shoulder and some arrows across your back.

"Where'd you learn to shoot?" Megumi walks in to put his boots on.

"I went to a fair and learned to shoot a few arrows for fun," you start, smiling at the memory of having a summer fair, "but I didn't pick it back up until this happened."

He nods, "You're good at it. I would've thought that you'd been doing this for a while."

You thank him, "It was either this or nothing, guns were the first things to go."

"Yeah, we had some at first, but then we got raided by Geto and his gang." He says, tying his shoelace.

"I'm not familiar with that name." You sheepishly smile, "did he work at the school?"

He shook his head, "No, he was student here with Gojo, but things happened and he got expelled. Now he just terrorizes us when he can."

"He sounds like an asshole." You scrunch your face, "I appreciate you telling me, Megumi." He gives you a small smile and leaves the room, you follow behind him to meet the others.

Gojo carried a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it, as you all walked outside you wondered what weapons the first-years carried. You made them drop them at your place, but you didn't pay much attention to them.

The gravel crunched underneath your shoes, you cautiously looked around you. It was still cold as ever, and the nights spent in the dorms were cold as well. You're surprised none of you had gotten a sore throat or sick.

"Turn left." Gojo tells the first-years.

When you saved Gojo and his group, he was the only one not engaging in the fight, you remember him saying he wasn't armed that day which confused you.

"What's going on in that head of yours, huh?" Gojo nudges your shoulder.

"That day when I saved you," you begin and he nods for you to keep going, "you said you weren't armed..why is that?"

He chuckles, "Well—since I'm the strongest and already know how to protect myself, I was giving a lesson on combat for them," he eyes his students, "And so I told them they needed to protect me."

"You trusted them?"

"Well yeah, I'm alive, right?" He brings his attention back to you.

"I was the one who kept you alive." You raise an eyebrow and he laughs, eyeing around you all, making sure everything was clear.

You two were lagging behind the group a little, Gojo placed his hand near your lower back, "Let's keep up, yeah?" You think you've been deprived of touch because his little gesture should not be giving you full body chills.

You quickly ignore your thoughts and the two of you get closer to the group. "There's a cvs pharmacy there," you point and Gojo looks. "Is it alright if I go? I'll catch up with you guys."

He chews the inside of his lip, he's not sure about splitting up. "Take Nobara with you. We'll be there." He points to a store two buildings away.

"Thank god. I can't even handle those two idiots when I'm not on my period. That was insufferable." She says and joins you.

You laugh, "I'm usually the same way." You two walk into the pharmacy and shards of class were crunching underneath you.

You motion for Nobara to stop and listen. It was dead silent, but you still had an arrow ready just in case. After a minute you two roamed inside walking down the aisles and looking for anything.

"Thank you for giving me your last tampon earlier." Nobara whispers. "I forgot that I'd be starting soon and it's kinda awkward to tell Gojo cause he makes a big deal out of everything."

"You're welcome." You laugh.

"Like last time I got my period he acted like I was dying and forced me to stay in bed, which only made me angrier." She furrows her brows.

"I know the feeling. Boys are a little dumb when it comes to anything to do with girls." You sigh, picking up some bandages and wraps on the shelf, putting them in your bag.

"Did you have a boyfriend before all of this?" She asks, zipping up your bag for you.

You eye her, "Why do you ask?"

She shrugs, "You're pretty, smart, and your personality has been the only one not to bother me. I figured some man would've swept you off your feet."

You chuckle, "I didn't have much time to be in a serious relationship," it was partially true, you also had high standards. "What about you, Itadori seems like a nice boy."

She gives you a disgusted look, "Have you seen how he eats? It's like he doesn't even breathe, just inhales the whole thing."

"I'll take that as a no," you laugh, "and megumi?"

"The first time I met him he only gave me his name, made it seem like he was too cool for anyone." She rolls her eyes. "Oh— do you think there's any left?" The feminine care aisle came into view.

"There better." You hold your breath and let it out immediately in disappointment. You bent down to look underneath the aisle and found one box of tampons. "We're gonna need a lot more than this."

"You're a doctor, don't you know any alternatives?" She sighs.

"I can only think of diapers." You say, "at least we got one."

"Let's check the back." She says and you follow, the door was surprisingly still intact, you listen carefully and it's still silent. She rummaged through some boxes and almost chokes on her saliva, "No way."

"What is it?" You drop an empty box and face her, "is that..ramen?"

"Yes." She almost tears up, "I've been craving this so badly." You put a hand on her shoulder and she sniffles, "damn hormones." She mutters.

You continue looking and find a few more scattered tampons, but other than that there was nothing else worth of value.

"I'm so glad we don't have to eat shitty soup from a can for a little." She says as you exit the store and the sky hurts your eyes from being in a dark room.

"So am I—" you stop and look to your left, a zombie was eating some dead animal. It hadn't noticed you, but you shush Nobara and force her to walk to the store the boys are in.

You walk back to back with her, she faces the front and you face the zombie, you had an arrow ready to shoot.

"We're here." She whispers in your ear and you both enter the store.

"Any luck?" Gojo's deep voice echoes and you cringe at the volume, "What?"

"There's one near the cvs we were in, it didn't notice us though." You say quieter and he nods.

"Ramen!" He whispers and his eyes light up.

"We got some tampons and bandages, but that was it." Nobara says and walks to the boys.

"We found a box of tampons too, and some medicine, but we don't really know what it's for." He motions for you to follow. He hands you a bottle and you choke, breaking into a coughing fit.

"That's for erectile dysfunction." You say.

He takes the bottle back, "I don't need those." And puts it where he found it. "Let me know if any of these are useful." He leaves you as he goes into the back to search for more stuff.

You take a few of the antibiotics in case of illnesses, but most of them were hair loss or cosmetic enhancements.

"Let's go a little further." Gojo says, "there's more stores we haven't hit."

This was the furthest you have ventured out ever, the buildings became less and less so you figured you were on the outside of the city. You eyed this building, you're wondering if this is the one Gojo was talking about that looked like military. You tug on his shirt and point.

"This is the farthest we've traveled," He says, "it also looks like military."

"We should check it out." Itadori suggests.

"At least the fence, see if it's on." Nobara joins.

"It wouldn't hurt." Gojo says as he walks up to the fence, he listens for a humming sound, but there was nothing. "Megumi, see if there's any lights on down there."

You step up to the fence with a stick in hand and lightly throw it on the fence. Nothing happens, "I don't think it's on." You turn to face Gojo.

"I don't see any lights." Megumi runs back, "The gate is over there." He points to the direction he came.

You all follow and come up to the gate, you're distracted as Gojo continues to inspect the fence, your eye catches a group of zombies coming towards you.

Nobara turns and sees what you're looking at, but she too spots another group of zombies coming from the other side. They're coming from all directions, you guys must've attracted their attention talking loudly about the fence.

"Find a way to get it opened." You say and draw your bow, hitting a zombie on the left in the head, Nobara pulls out a few throwing knives and begins to slow them down.

Gojo turns his head and sees the zombies, he knows you and Nobara are the only ones with long range weapons, so he continues to work on the fence with Itadori and Megumi.

"Are you running out of knives?" You say to Nobara.

"Yes." She clenches her teeth, "but I can use this, don't shoot me." She says and draws an axe.

"Hurry up, Gojo!" You say, slowing down the zombies from the left, Nobara seems to be doing well on her own on the right, but she begins to become circled by them. You worry about hitting her, she's too close to the zombies.

"You two keep working!" Itadori yells and he goes to help Nobara, he's wearing brass knuckles and fistfights the zombies off of Nobara, he's very effective and can take them down in basically one hit. He also draws a small knife and cuts them.

"Ready? Go!" Gojo says as he and Megumi use all their strength to move the gate open.

"It's too heavy!" Megumi yells, beginning to freak out.

"Stay calm," Gojo grounds him, "None of us will die, get ready to push again." It doesn't budge, not even after the third time. Gojo thinks quickly, "Let's jump it."

"You're crazy, there's barbed wire up there." He says.

"Just don't touch it with your hands, we have enough layers on to keep us safe." Gojo says, "I'll get you and the others up and I'll follow, okay?"

Megumi nods, stepping on Gojo's hands to lift himself up on the fence, he carefully avoids the barbed wire and makes it to the other side of the fence.

"We're jumping it, hurry!" Gojo yells at the rest of you.

"Go, I'll hold them off." You say to Nobara and Itadori, they reluctantly go and get a boost from Gojo then finishing by climbing. You're almost out of arrows, the zombies seem to be multiplying by the second.

"Y/n!" Gojo yells, you shoot one last arrow and run towards him, he boosts you up and follows right behind you, you're careful to avoid touching the barbed wire, but as you go to kick your leg over, you slip and your other leg catches the wire.

You bite your lip to keep yourself from making any noise, you let out a shuddered breath, you finally make it to the other side and the zombies are banging and doing whatever they can to try and get in.

You hold your left leg while you're on the ground, Gojo notices that you're in pain and helps you up, you use him to steady yourself as you all get closer to the building.

The first-years ran ahead to find the opening to the building, "It's okay." He says to you, "We're almost there." You groan in pain, it's hard to see the damage done when your eyes are filled with tears, threatening to spill, you try your best to blink them away, but the stinging hurts so badly.

"Fuck where'd they go." Gojo says peeling his attention from you to his students, who disappeared. You manage to wipe away your tears and see Itadori's pink hair.

"There." You point, Gojo turns his head quickly to see Itadori waving for him. "We can go a little faster." You say, "I can handle it." He reluctantly picks up the pace, the pain worsens, but your adrenaline is so high that you're able to ignore it.

Megumi shuts the heavy door after you enter, locking it and catching his breath. His palms rest on his thighs as he's doubled over.

Gojo lessens his grip on you and you sit on the floor, tearing open your jeans where the wound is. "Itadori, the med supplies is in your bag." You say.

He fumbles as he sees the amount of blood on your clothes, Gojo takes the bag from him and takes a seat next to you. You open the bag and grab a bottle of rubbing alcohol, Gojo's holding a small towel, ready to help.

"I'll tell you when to apply pressure after I pour this." You say as he nods, sweat falling from his forehead. You take a deep breath and take the cap off with your teeth, using your other hand to hold onto your thigh.

The second the liquid falls and touches your skin, you let out a strangled cry. Gojo flinches, watching your face. The multiple wounds begin to foam up, after a couple more seconds you tell Gojo to pat it down.

You bite on your hand as he increases the pressure with every pat, "That's good." You say and he removes the towel, you pour the rubbing alcohol again, it foams up less this time but the pain is the same. Gojo helps you clean the blood off of you and waits for your next instruction.

"Do you need stitches?" He asks.

You examine the wounds, only three of the cuts would need a couple of stitches, "Pass me the bag." You say and Gojo hands it to you, you grab the tools necessary and begin to stitch the first wound.

"I can't watch." Nobara says and turns away. Itadori has his hands on his head, pacing back and forth.

You try your best to not think about the pain, breathing steadily helped a little. You tied off the last stitch and rubbed some ointment on the other cuts that weren't as deep.

Gojo hands you some bandage and wraps, you carefully wrap yourself up and make sure it's secure. The pain is still there, but at least it won't get any worse.

Gojo grabs some ibuprofen and hands it to you, along with some water, you take two and swallow. Your breathing finally calms. "Thank you." You weakly smile at the white-haired man.

"You're welcome." He says, "Let's get you up." You finally look around you and see that you're all in a storage unit.

"There's a ton of food here." Megumi reports, his features soften once he sees you're all bandaged up.

"Where the hell did you go?" Nobara grabs Megumi's attention, "You just left."

"I went to make sure no zombies or other people were in here." Megumi furrows his eyebrows. "I found another door, though."

Gojo insists on helping you walk, he doesn't want the stitches to reopen, you know he's right, but it feels wrong to be a burden to him.

"We could potentially stay here. There's hella food and nobody else." Itadori says.

"Let's grab some of this just in case." Nobara says and starts to stuff her bag with food.

"I told you I heard something." An unfamiliar voice says, you all freeze in your tracks. "The gate wasn't broken so I don't think there's any zombies, Inumaki."

The four of them all turn their heads quickly, you're sure you heard a few pops as they looked. You're face to face with a panda and another boy.

"What're you— Gojo?" The panda says, the group of them all reunite and hug.

"Who's she?" The other boy signs, you knew a little bit of sign language so you understood.

"This is Y/n, she's a doctor and helped us a couple days ago." Gojo smiles as he signs and talks out loud at the same time.

The two nod and introduce themselves as Panda and Inumaki. You're unsure how he's an actual Panda, but nobody thought an apocalypse would happen.

"Is it just you two?" Megumi says.

"No, we have Nanami, Maki, and Shoko." Panda says and motions for you all to follow. "Is she hurt?" He refers to you.

Gojo stands by your side and is assisting you, "We got trampled by zombies outside the fence, so we had to climb over and she got caught on the barbed wire." He explains.

"Wait, you climbed?" Panda says surprised.

"Yeah.. the fence wasn't on." Itadori chuckles.

"It's supposed to be on." Inumaki signs and glares at Panda, the two argue as you all walk further into the place.

Gojo checks up on you every couple of minutes, you assure him the painkillers are kicking in and it doesn't hurt as much, but he's still worried.

"No way." A tall blonde man says. "I can't even get away from you in an apocalypse." He scoffs, but then brings Gojo in for a short hug. "How'd you get in?"

Gojo explained everything and introduced you to the rest of the group, Maki seemed a little suspicious since you're already injured, but Gojo assured that you'd be an asset.

"You run into Geto and his gang yet?" Nanami says and takes a seat back on one of the long tables.

"He's raided us twice back at the school, luckily both times we were gone." Megumi explains, "What had you all been up to?"

"We've been traveling to different radio towers, I'm sorry we hadn't came to look for you guys. We should've gone to the school." Nanami says, his deep voice echoes in the room.

"Don't sweat it," Gojo waves his hand, "How far do you travel?"

"Sometimes for weeks, walking is no joke now." Nanami sighs, "There's army vehicles here, but I've been hesitant to use them because of the attention it brings."

"I say fuck it and we just use them. We can protect ourselves." Maki says, "there's hella guns and ammunition."

"You guys have guns?" You say, "Why haven't you used them?"

"We do when we go to radio towers, but it's risky, gangs are getting tough so we try to stay here for safety." Nanami shortly explains.

You nod, the rest of the group catches up and some plans are made for the next couple of days. You excuse yourself to clean your wounds and change your bandages.

Panda kindly shows you where the restroom is, it reminds you of a dormitory, the showers are all in the same place, separated by walls and shower curtains but you can still see everything.

The restrooms are separate, thankfully. You limp and set down your necessities. You sit on the toilet seat and begin to unravel the wrap and bandages, you're a little startled when Gojo appears in front of you.

You raise an eyebrow at him, "I'm here to help." He smiles, "how're you feeling?"

"It's alright, still hurts, but it's not infected." You hand him a new towel and he prepares for you to spill the liquid over your wounds.

You grip the counter as the stinging intensifies, Gojo blows some air on the wound, it helped, but not much. "Now." You say and he lightly applies pressure, you go for another round on the rubbing alcohol, you lightly sniff, tearing up a little from the sting.

Gojo places the towel on your thigh again, you never realized how large his hands were, you already know they're freezing.

"Can.. you teach me how to wrap?" He asks, "in case I have to for the students or something."

"Sure." You grab the bandages first and show him where to place it. You explain the cleaning processes and everything.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" He stops before grabbing hold of your thigh, you nod and he continues, you flinch a little and he retracts his hand quickly, "I'm sorry—"

"No no, it doesn't hurt." You assure, "Your hands are just freezing." He chuckles, his fluffy hair falling over his forehead, it's quite long, you wonder how it looked before the apocalypse.

He carefully wraps your thigh, he asks about 50 times if it's too tight, but it's just right. "I could so be a doctor." He cockily says.

"Yeah?" You challenge and slowly stand, you're taken back from his height and size.

He eyes you, "Yeah," giving you a wide smile, "I'm good, right? I patched you up."

"Actually, you could've worn some gloves. And maybe wash your hands—oh and—”

He brings his palm to your mouth, covering it easily. His eyes were now aligned with yours, before he could respond, there was a knock at the door.

"Um, dinners ready." Itadori says. You both awkwardly smile and he assists you in walking back. Your heart was beating quick, you're not used to proximity anymore. That's why you're feeling like this, you just have to get used to his presence.

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gayaristocrat · 4 months

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Big Booty!Steve Harrington has M/N well trained. He'll text him in the middle of class to come meet him in an empty restroom and he obediently does so and gets on his knees to eat Steve's giant ass.

• One thing everyone knew about Steve is that he was a very demanding boyfriend and M/n was going to do any and everything Steve wanted at the drop of a hat.

• So imagine the group’s reaction to Steve managing to bag such a golden retriever boy like M/n. Steve demanded so much and M/n just happily gives. Some say it’s unhealthy, but that’s the way Steve and M/n like their relationship.

• Nancy would always ask why he would even stay with Steve, and M/n always said that if Steve was happy, then he was happy. But Eddie always joked around telling Steve that M/n ‘is such a good boy for being so obedient’

• And today was just another prime example as to how demanding Steve could be, even if they were in class.

M/n was in the middle of class when he felt his phone vibrate, letting him know he got a text from someone. Taking it out of his pocket he saw it was Steve and instantly got happy, but was confused by what Steve said.

❤️Steve❤️: Meet me in the bathroom ASAP!

M/n: But babe, I’m in class

❤️Steve❤️: Bathroom. Now! Not asking again

M/n was going to respond again to tell him ok, but before he could, Steve sent him another text. Not just any regular text, but an image of Steve’s bare ass with him looking down at the camera with sunglasses on and a black tank top (like the picture above). M/N quickly turned his phone off looking around praying that nobody saw and swallowed hard, his face felt hot as he felt his pants tighten.

As soon as M/n got permission he got up leaving class and quickly made his way to the bathroom Steve directed him to go. It was the one that was in the farthest corner of the school building and people rarely there anymore, so it’s a great opportunity for people to fuck or makeout in which gave all the more reason for people to avoid it.

As soon as M/n entered the empty restroom he was greeted by Steve leaning against the sink, arms crossed and only wearing his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, tank top, and white converse. Steve still had on his sunglasses that didn’t nothing but add on to his ‘douche-fratbro’ aesthetic.

As Steve heard the footsteps, he looks up and sees that M/n finally did as he was told. Letting out a silent laugh at how easily it was to get him here, he points his head in the direction of an empty stall and walks inside. M/n quietly obeyed and felt his heart rate spike at the view of Steve’s juicy ass being held by his boxer briefs, each globe displaying its thickness with the way it jiggles as he walks.

When they both get in the stall, Steve removes his sunglasses and hangs them on the neck of his shirt, locking the stall door behind him.

“Get on your knees?” He questions, but M/n knew it was more of a statement than a question. Steve took off his underwear and tossed them to an unknown corner of the stall as you get into position.

Steve then stepped in front of M/n, leaning over he grabbed the back of M/n’s head as he turned around and looked down at him.

“I haven’t shaved my ass in a few weeks, but it’s not like you care anyways.” Steve stated in a smug matter-of-fact tone before enveloping his ass on M/n’s face. M/n started running his tongue up and down the tight twitching hole, feeling the hair on Steve’s ass on his nose. Steve rolls his head back and moaned breathlessly at his boyfriend’s actions

“Played basketball in gym today, didn’t have time to shower” He says short and swiftly.

Steve finally moves away, allowing M/n to catch his breath before going again. “You better take a deep breath, I’m not letting you up for a while”

Steve pulls apart his fat cheeks and pushes himself against M/n’s face again, Steve then rests his hands on his knees so he can apply more pressure against M/n’s face. He was trapped between the cold tile wall against his head and Steve’s ass and his mind began to get foggy. He grabs Steve’s fuzzy cheeks in each hand wanting to taste more of Steve’s slightly salty hole. Steve groaned feeling the wet muscle wiggle and lap inside and around his hole, he started to slowly bounce on the other males’ face.

Steve didn’t care what anyone says about him and M/n’s relationship. Yes Steve admits that he’s pretty demanding and always gets what he wants, but M/n was never one to complain about it. And they’d never change it for anything or anyone

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sunlightmurdock · 2 years

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For Old Times Sake | Pt. 2

Just a short Drabble on the events that occur after Part 1 takes place <3

Warnings: Some angst, strong language and violence. Straight domestic bliss + fluff at the end.

…

“Just drive to the Hard Deck.” You had said. “He can’t cause a scene there.” You had said.

Rooster thought back to you saying that as he now stood with his back to his truck, the only thing standing between him and getting his ass kicked was you.

You were standing between him and your father in the middle of the parking lot, trying to mediate.

“Bradley, could you just wait inside?” you sighed, “I just need to talk to my dad.”

“You move one inch, Bradshaw, and I’m gonna knock you on your ass.” Maverick spoke past you, pushing against your hand on his chest. Bradley pursed his lips, nodding slowly and pushing his hands into his pockets. He was suddenly painfully aware of the fact he still wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“Yes, sir.” Bradley muttered, avoiding your gaze as you shot him a glare.

“Dad!” You scolded, “Just… calm down. This - look, this isn’t a big deal.”

“Not a big deal? Not a big deal,” Maverick pushed your hand off of his chest, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a step back. He began to pace as he considered what you had just said. Rooster considered making a run for it, instead just letting out a sigh and leaning back against the car. “It’s not a big deal that a kid I practically raised has been sleeping with my daughter?”

Rooster sighed quietly, that was a cheap shot. Even if his dad was alive, Maverick would still want to kick his ass right now — showing up to a couple of his baseball games as a kid in place of Goose didn’t change that.

“How long as this been going on?” Maverick seethed, stopping in his place finally.

“Just once.”

“Only twice.” Rooster answered at the same time as you. You closed your eyes, sighing softly. You didn’t even have to turn to look at him to know he was wincing at his mistake.

“Well what is it? — Once or twice?” Maverick’s voice was beginning to raise, making Rooster all the more nervous. He glanced back over his shoulder, relieved that those inside of the bar hadn’t noticed what was happening outside yet.

“Alright,” You breathed, taking a step away from Rooster and towards your dad. “If I explain you have to promise not to freak out.”

Maverick scoffed, “I don’t think you’re in the position to be making bargains. Just spit it out already.”

“We slept together in high school one time, that was it, until-“

Your father wasn’t listening anymore. Rooster’s eyes widened at the change of expression on Maverick’s face. He considered running again, more seriously this time. He didn’t like that look.

“High school?”

You winced, knowing that that yell would’ve definitely been heard inside.

“Dad, let’s talk about this somewhere else, please.” You sighed, pushing your fingers up into your hair.

Maverick lurched forwards, going around you. Bradley stumbled as he leapt out of the way, grabbing your arm and holding you in front of him. He knew your father wouldn’t lay a finger on you, even when he was this mad.

“High school? Are you fucking kidding me, Bradshaw?” Your father snapped, “Under my roof? I trusted you to look after her!”

“It wasn’t under your roof!” Bradley answered, like that would make things any better. You looked back at him, exasperated. Your father seethed.

“What was it? - In the car again? — yeah, what a fucking gentleman!”

“I’m sorry, Mav,” Bradley sighed, stepping out from behind you and towards your father. “It wasn’t like that though. She was my best friend, you know that.”

You looked between them, sympathising with the genuine look on Bradley’s face for just a moment. Just a moment, before your father’s fist smashed into the side of his eye socket.

“Dad!”

“Holy shit, Mav’s beating up Rooster!” One of the pilots called out from the doorway to the bar behind you, making a group of them rush out in time to see Bradley picking himself up off of the floor.

“Dad, stop!” You complained, pushing your father back and standing between him and Rooster again. Rooster pressed the base of his palm into his eye, squinting at Maverick. You already knew he was going to have a black eye tomorrow at the awards ceremony.

“Is that Mav’s daughter?” You heard one of the pilots ask from behind you.

Maverick seemed to have gotten it out of his system now, breathing heavily as he stared at Bradley, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?” Maverick whispered angrily, now more aware of the growing crowd of his colleagues on the front porch of the Hard Deck.

Bradley rolled his eyes. He had apologised, he had taken a hit — he wasn’t sure how much further he was supposed to let Maverick go. So, he bit.

“I mean,” You cringed as Bradley began to speak again. You just knew from the tone of his voice that he was over this conversation and ready to put Maverick back in his place. “Is there ever a good time to tell a man you took his daughter’s virginity?”

There was a lingering silence. Broken by someone that Bradley would later introduce you to as Hangman, a fellow pilot, as he giggled, seemingly thrilled by this confession, “Holy shit, Bradshaw.”

Bradley moved out of the way as your father lunged for him again, successfully dodging this time, even with his left eye beginning to swell shut.

“Alright, that’s enough,” You stepped forwards, grabbing your dad by his wrist and looking him in the eye, deadly serious. “I mean it, Dad.”

“Don’t, Y/N — I’m mad at you too.”

“I don’t care.” You retorted, rolling your eyes at the macho act your father was putting on. You had seen that man cry at the movie My Girl more times than you could count. Maverick furrowed his eyebrows, taken aback by your bluntness. You hadn’t spoken to him like this since you were an angry teenager.

“Frankly, dad, I could fuck the whole navy,” The pilots behind you found this particularly hilarious. Bradley chuckled softly at your side. A few hoots came from the crowd until Maverick glared at them. “And it still wouldn’t matter what you think. Because I’m not sixteen anymore. You missed your chance to be mad.”

Maverick opened his mouth to retort, interrupted, “You could put him in the hospital and it wouldn’t change the fact I slept with him.”

“Twice.” Rooster added, his lips quirking up slightly, still amused by your earlier comment. You elbowed him, driving the crook of your arm into his bare ribs.

Maverick was silent for a moment, swallowing hard and glancing at the audience that had formed. He straightened up, keeping his chin high. A muscle in his jaw ticked.

“Are you done?” He asked gently.

“For now.” You answered. Rooster looked between the two of you. It had never been more evident where you got your stubbornness from.

Maverick nodded, glancing between the two of you, “Well. I’ll see you both for dinner before the ceremony tomorrow, and you can explain to me what the fuck you two are thinking.”

You sighed softly, knowing that that was as good as it was going to get. So, you agreed and ended your little show in the parking lot. The next day, you and Bradley did attend the event together.

Bradley picked you up from your hotel in the Bronco, handed you back your freshly cleaned shirt. You had met your dad at a restaurant of his choice near the waterfront.

The three of you got through dinner by pretending. Bradley pretending he didn’t see Maverick’s flash of guilt when he saw the purple and swollen mess that Bradley’s right eye was. Maverick pretending he didn’t want to dive across the table and hit him all over again each time Bradley draped his arm around your shoulders. You pretending like you didn’t know exactly what they both were doing.

You made it through the next few months of your relationship with Bradley the same way. All details of your relationship were on a strictly need to know basis regarding your father — he didn’t need to see PDA, or hear about your lovey dovey dates.

Your name was also a banned topic at work. After Maverick had once heard two of the pilots talking about how jealous they were of Bradley, the rule began that the next person to say your name in his presence would do 500 pushups.

Things with Bradley just worked. For a few months, he drove up to LA on all of his days off, or you flew down to San Diego whenever you could. Then, after thirteen months of just dating on the weekends, your office gave you the opportunity to move down there, and that’s when you began living together.

Your father didn’t take that one well. However, he did take the news of you two moving in together much better than he took the news that followed that step. Bradley hadn’t even wanted to be there when you told him, he was so worried. He had stood in the doorway to the living room as you had told your dad that you were pregnant, ready to bolt at the soonest possibility.

Yeah, your father hadn’t taken that news well at all. But, they say that people humble with age and for Maverick, that was definitely true. He might have given Rooster somewhat of a hard time, but he was more than there for you for your entire pregnancy.

On the day that your child was born, Maverick and Rooster had hugged each other so tight, both of them shedding tears during their first time holding them. After that, Grandpa Mav and Rooster were pretty close buddies again.

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rinbowaman · 11 months

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how would Heethan react to a hickey prank??

my idea:

when dropping y/n off at school, he briefly spots something on her neck but doesn’t get a chance to ask her because she gets off the car pretty fast so when Heethan texts her, she plays dumb the entire time and to make it worse, says it might have gotten from a guy 👀

well damn anon….😲😲😲😲 RIP to you and all the other readers…..at this point, you all behind saving. Not even I, can stop Heethan. Lol

Y’all really want to just experience Heethan’s brutality don’t you? Lol 😈 as you wish. One shot, not proofread so pls ignore mistakes. But this was a fun one… hehehe

nice knowing you…

April Fools

The girls had introduced their traditional act of a prank draw for April Fools. Each person was to draw out a ticket from a fishbowl and commit to a prank against their boyfriend, and to your dismay, you drew out the worst possible one you could imagine, the fake hickey prank.

Your heart fell into your stomach upon seeing the ticket, and you begged to swap it out but the girls were relentless in seeing you suffer at the hands of your man, considering everyone knew how Heesueng was with you.

He LOVED you…yet you felt like your life was about to be cut short after conducting this prank.

In the girls bathroom, you became overwhelmingly nervous as it was closer to time when Heeseung would pick you up. The girls had collected a variety of purple, blue and even brown eye shadows and applied dabs of it on the side of your neck to make it appear as a real hickey.

“Voila!”

“Wow it really looks like a legit hickey.”

“Oh poor y/n hahahahahaha”

You stood there with your eyes closed, brows furrowed, and in complete fear as your hands began to shake.

Not only did the girls enforced you to keep your ticket, they also made you wear one of Heeseung’s favorite mini sun dresses to add a bit of sting once you reveal the fake hickey, and tell him that you got it from another boy.

“Okay, so you have to tell him that after he dropped you off, you skipped class with a boy. You’ll tell him that you were taking photos of you pretending to hug and cuddle with the boy as an “April Fools” joke, but then you got too carried away and let the guy continue in the midst of passion and he gave you a hickey. Got it?”

The girls scoffed and chuckled upon hearing the regulation of your prank.

“I…I really don’t think I can do this…” you softly spoke, your voice shaken from the chills at imagining Heeseung’s face.

“Come on Y/N, we all did ours. Just do it, it will be so fun. Well immediately tell and show him it’s fake after you pull his string for a few minutes.”

Nodding hesitantly, you reluctantly agreed. Suddenly H/N appears busting through the bathroom door.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Ethan’s here!”

Your eyes widened and you grabbed on to one of the girls arms for dear life.

‘No, no, no, no! God help me I’m going to die…’

They push you out of the girls bathroom, forcing you to make your way out of the exit. Seeing Heeseung’s car parked along the curb, you gulped. Unlike some of the other boys, Heeseung had so much on his plate that he didn’t even realize it was April Fools day. H/n made Jake promise to not reveal the date or the prank to him, since she had already got her fill and conducted her prank earlier in the day.

Walking slowly up to his car, you wished, for once, that his windows were not tinted as you couldnt see his face through the glass. You wondered if he was already looking at you.

Your hair laid down, it was his favorite way of you wearing it, just all natural and free as it frames your face.

Opening the door, you felt a chill run up your spine the moment you got a swift sniff of his cologne as you sat inside next to him on the front passenger seat. He was on the middle of sending out a mass group text to his peers to remind them of their assignments due date as he had assisted his professor with teaching and leading exam prep.

As he remained focused on the screen, he speaks out,

“Hey pretty baby, how was your day?”

You were so glad he was still staring at the screen, otherwise you would not have been confidant enough to answer right back.

“…fine…how was yours?”

“Good. Just sending out a reminder real quick. Had a busy day.”

“Oh?…”

“Yeah, my professor left early so I had to-“

He glances up to see as your hair was all swooped over to the opposite shoulder, with some shorter layered pieces near the front falling along your neckline as it subtly covers the fake hickey…but not enough to go unnoticed. The very second he lifted his gaze he went silent, yet his eyes remained on your neck.

Meanwhile, you tucked in your lips and stared out through your window, wincing your eyes shut as you took in the silence. You hear him put his phone down and as he continued to remain focused on your sight, you hear his hand lift up and reach over to you, in attempt to move the pieces of your hair away from your neck.

“Uh I forgot something I’ll be right back!!”

You quickly ushered as you got out of the car and ran back inside the building. What frightened you even more was the fact that he didnt even try to stop you, grab on to you, yell or chase you down.

‘He actually let me get away?’

Most times, Heeseung was quick to snag your wrist or your waist before you could even move an inch, yet this time, it appeared he was in such shock that he didn’t exhibit the viper strike speed of his hand like he normally did.

You saw up ahead and watched as the girls all laughed and pointed at you, knowing full well they had watched through the window and were waiting for you to bust in, yet upon realizing that Heeseung wasn’t coming after you, everyone grew confused, as did you.

“What the hell? Y/n, does he know it’s a prank?”

“No, I don’t think so…”

“Then why isn’t he coming for you?”

“I…I don’t-“

Suddenly your phone vibrates, a text from Heeseung came in…

You nearly started to hyperventilate as you read his texts.

‘Oh my God…I’m dead…’

The girls all peered in as they took a glance at the text, which enabled them to enthusiastically remind you of the format in your prank.

“Remember! You have to tell him it’s from a boy while you were skipping class!” They all issued out and laughed, knowing full well that you were scared beyond shitless.

You stopped texting at noticing that Heeseung didn’t go on a rampage or rant out with his interrogational rant. There was absolutely no text back.

After telling the girls of his lack of response, you began to tell them that the prank has to be called off, that you had taken it way too far.

Suddenly the door behind you opens, turning around you see Heeseung walking slowly over towards you. His hat covered his eyes in their usual fashion, but there was something very eerie with the way he looked compared to how he normally did. And it wasn’t just the fact that his Ethan side had emerged.

Not saying a word, his chin tilted down, he walks over, upon breaching you you noticed a pair of black, fingerless martial arts gloves adorning his hands. The sleeves of his black tanker jacket rolled a quarter way up, left completely unzipped as he displayed the semi-fitted white tee-shirt underneath, which subtly showed off his lean muscle. Earlier you thought he looked incredibly sexy with how his ensemble paired nicely with his straight jeans and boots. Now, you were terrified as he resembled a hit man for hire.

The girls all rushed over to cover you and began explaining the prank as they hurdled around, taking notice of the man’s fierce demeanor.

“Ethan! Ethan! It was a prank! It was a prank, we all did the fishbowl prank like in high school. Remember? Remember Vicky used to do it to you?”

“Yeah it’s all good Ethan. It was a prank, y/n would never…”

They all fell silent and their eyes widened with fear as he ignored their words and continued to walk through them, his frame and slow pace pushes them off to the side as he walked into some of the girls that remained steadfast in blocking you, yet in the end, they all cleared the path at seeing his tenacity to get to you, despite how slow he was walking.

You merely stood there with a look of fear and aloofness as your expression told him that you were flying the white flag of mercy. Your eyes began to start tearing up and getting glossy as he stood right in front of you.

He lifts his chin just enough to reveal and peek one eye from under his cap. The shadow still tinting his face as he looks into your eyes, a ghostly smirk appears from the side of his mouth. Reaching up, he gently placed his hand on the side of your neck, resting it on the corner of where the neckline meets the shoulder. With the extension of his thumb, he presses down on the mark, and drags it downward, smearing the eyeshadow, revealing that it indeed was fake, though it didn’t make you feel any better, especially at feeling the leather of those fingerless gloves, which you were deathly afraid at figuring what was going through his mind when he placed them on and came to find you.

Still displaying his devilish smirk, he finally spoke.

“You in a mood to play pranks today, babydoll? Hmm?”

The combination of the low tone in his growling voice and the pet name reflected that he had totally gone to his Ethan side, lacking all the softness, rationality, and gentleness of his Heeseung side.

You just stood frozen staring at him with the stinging moisture covering your eyes as you felt like you wanted to scream and cry. You felt scared…really scared. With your lips slightly parted, you watched as he slightly tilted his head to take a closer look at the fake hickey, before he shifted his shadowed eyes to you and grinned once more.

Upon hearing his question, the girls all started to rush in from behind him as they issued out words to explain yet again, that the prank was part of their yearly traditions. Yet the moment that Ethan snapped his head over, glaring a deathly gaze in his side eye to them, they all stopped, retracted, and looked away as they issued whispers of how great it was in knowing you.

Turning his face back to you, his smirk re-appears. It was sinister, eerie, and teasingly deceiving.

You shook your head and finally responded to his question.

“N-no…”

“Oh?” Here merely responds with his eyebrows raised.

He leans in and softly buried his face into your ear, softly taking in the scent of your hair surrounding it. You felt his mouth gasping open right over it, the vapor of his hot breath submerging directly into your ear canal as he softly kisses it in very slow motion. In between his soft and gasping kisses he finished his statement.

“I *kiss* think *kiss* you *kiss* are.” Each kiss was filled with a soft gasp, it was sickening and tenderly sweet with how his lips tapped on your ear as he softly and calmly spoke into it with his deep and alluring voice.

“Well since you’re in a playful mood, let’s go and…play.”

Quietly taking you by the hand, he leads you out of the building, still walking at a slowed pace, which made you feel even worse. His grip on your hand tightened the moment you exit the building. Guiding you into your seat, he walks around and seats himself, driving back to his room as if nothing had happened. The car ride was silent and awkward, all you could do was sit there and stare at the flooring of the car while your hands remained on your lap.

You tried to apologize, feeling terrible at how the whole thing turned out.

“I’m sorr-“

“Shhhhhh..”

His shushing cut you off as he stared at the road, yet the moment he issued it, his eyes widened and that sinister smirk re-appeared. Even though he was looking at the road, you felt ultimate fear upon seeing it from the side.

Finally, you both arrived at the frat house. Getting out, he walks over and takes you by the hand and leads you out of the car and into the house. Walking in, you shuddered at the fact that he was still walking in a calm, quiet, and slowed pace. The moment he started to lead you up the stairs, you heard him humming…

Whoa, whoa, whoa

다시 chaconne now

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Chaconne now

“Ethan, what song are you humming?”

He merely grinned and chuckles without looking back at you.

Entering his room, he guides you in first.

Reaching behind, without breaking his gaze on you, he locks the door, takes the key, and tosses it off the side without even looking at where it went. You hear the metal sound of the key bouncing off the floor, that was when you felt internal panic.

“Uhh…Ethan?”

Still humming and grinning, he passes you as he heads over to his closet, where he started to dig out something.

“Ah-ha. Found it.” He calmly stated, nearly in a whisper.

‘Found what?’ You wondered.

Taking out a gym bag, he pulls out something that you couldn’t make out.

“Here.” He calmly states.

Tossing the item to you, he follows on with “Put it on.” His tone still deep, low, and calm.

You looked at him in confusion as you held the piece in your hand.

“Wh- what is it?”

He smirks.

You’ve packed his gym attire and did his laundry countless times, never have you once seen this item inside his bag, he must have gotten it within the week while you were so busy with your class work, it was the only time you hadn’t gone into his bag to clean his clothes.

Upon hearing your question, he tilts his head and smiles yet again. His grin was so….

Scary.

“Ah, that’s right. You’ll need instructions on how to put it on, won’t you?”

Devilishly grinning, tilting his head, bearing a slight bit of teeth as he eerily stares his smile your way, he reaches into the bag…not even breaking that sinister gaze or smirk away from you. A chill stuns your spine.

Grabbing a piece of paper that was neatly folded, he tosses it to you.

“Now…go put it on for daddy.” He chuckles.

You unfold the paper, it displayed instructions on how to put on the item properly.

It wasn’t until you saw the image of the item in proper wear that your body was jolted with lightening bolts of fear and panic. Your breathing heightened to an unsteady state.

Looking up at him, you saw that he stood, still grinning and looking at you with wide, piercing eyes while the shadow of his cap hovered over half his face.

Chuckling, he lowly spits out.

“Let’s play.”

………………..

the next day….

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joellkeeny · 2 years

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✧*:･ﾟstolen kisses | s.h.

warnings: fluff. kissing.

— ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Slow days are not an unusual occurance at Family Video, the store not being that popular amongst Hawkins' residents, plus having the most desinterestered employees. Anyone who stepped inside of the red neon decorated store could tell you that the two young adults always at the front of the counter are not exactly the most hospitable hosts. And that would be true for you too if one of the employees, the one who always got complimented for looking like Maverik, boosting his ego impossibly more, wasn't your boyfriend. After school, daily trips to the store were a must, mainly to see him, but you wouldn't say no to browsing through some tapes either.

Your backpack hanging off one shoulder, you make a bee line down the street until you catch sight of the familiar slinging door, the dark green sign with red writing of the store's name and most importantly, your boyfriend. He was still going on about his shift, constantly checking on his wrist watch, knowing you were about to arrive. You always make his good days better and his worse ones easier to bear, and even Robin liked having you around when you would strike up a conversation with her mainly about school since both of you were still stuck in that hellhole.

Steve's eyes immediately light up as they land on your frame, walking around the counter to greet you as you push the glass door open with a smile. “Hi...” You mumble, colliding with his chest with a dull thud, muffled by his uniform and the dark blue polo shirt which he had on. You burrow your cheek into his body, practically rubbing your face over it affectionately, ready to start purring for him. “How was school?” He asks after mumbling back a greeting, swaying slightly in the middle of the store, careless of the people who are passing by that may be paying attention to your little show of affection.“Robin just went home, she said she'll come by in a bit.” You inform him per her request, knowing she promised to do so. She always needed the extra money, so she couldn't miss any work days, even if that meant skipping from last period or missing on some homework for the following day.

Taking in your features when you finally let yourself breathe after burying your nose and whole face into the fabric of his polo, he pouts slightly. “C'mon, don't be like that.” He urges, bumping his nose to yours affectionately before pecking your lips. “Don't wanna see my girl being all sad. What can I do?” He asks, his nickname warming your chest and is enough to pull a tentative smile out of you already. “Kiss?” And the way you look up at him, resting your chin on his chest while silently begging him with your eyes, has him practically melting at your feet. Without anything else to be said, he leans in and pecks your lips a few times, humming against then as you clutch onto his shirt, tugging him closer. “Steve– why'd you stop?” You ask confused and he just chuckles, shaking his head.

“You can't just walk in here and kiss me like that when you're wearing lipstick.” He chuckles softly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to remove any red lipstick which might've stuck behind before wrapping an arm around you and walking you to the counter. “I have some tapes that need to be sorted, want to help? They're in the back.” That grasps your interest, not knowing what he was insinuating by that so you just nod, following him into the cramped up backroom. The shelves are full of older tapes, a small desk with a computer one one side, a couch on the other. It looked pretty dusty and old, but you couldn't care less as he was stretching to reach the upper shelf, his shirt and vest riding up to expose that little happy trail of dark hair diving down under his belt. You swallow, shifting as he finally grabs one of the boxes stored up there, settling it on the wooden desk.

Showing the bunch of old tapes, he pulls out some that are older than yourself. You watch from under his arm, yours wrapped around his waist, as he maneuvers them with the utmost care out of the box, blowing the dust off before he's showing them to you. Spending some time actually working side by side, he's reading out loud the titles while you jut them down on his notepad before he's suggesting taking a break, not even halfway through. And how can you say no to such a thing when he's flashing his pretty eyes at you, lashes fluttering, sporting that intoxicating Harrington smile over his face. And in under two minutes he's all over you, his hands pushing you into the wall as they hold your hips, his mouth on yours messily, his pointy nose poking at your cheek while he hums. “Thought you wanted a break.” You retort playfully, your lips diving lower to his jaw and neck, careful not to leave marks on the soft, sun–kissed skin he's always sporting in spring and summer. Your head feels dizzy, both from the way his skin feels so soft under your touch and how he squeezes your hips as a silent warning whenever you reach or near a tender spot which usually riles him up.

Once your lips find the collar of his shirt, you move back up, beginning on your journey again, but on the opposite side of his face, eyes closed as you kiss down his cheek and to his lips where he groans before letting you nip at his jaw with a slight hiss. Leaning his head back for you, he mumbles something closer to a curse which shifts into your name at the end while his lips part from the minimal pleasure your lips are giving him. You know how easily Steve can be turned on, and you also know how fast his self control crumbles, so you pull back, looking up at him in time to catch his frown when his eyes open. “Why'd you stop?” He sounds offended, repeating your earlier words, but you know it's for the best. Patting his chest, you stifle a laugh as you notice the red smears of lipstick stretching across his lips, cheeks and throat and you're ready to reach up and clean them up before the bell clinks, Robin's familiar voice ringing through the whole store.

“Dingus, where are you? I leave you to look after the store alone for a few hours and now you're gone?” Her voice is teasing and light as she fumbles with her green vest, pulling it over her shoulders. You want to stop Steve from going out, but he just shushes you with a kiss before he's bolting out to greet her. You screw your eyes shut before you hear Robin's voice breaking out with laughter, slapping her knee and probably doubling over at the sight of him. As you walk out behind him, she points at his face, laughing again and Steve has to turn around and search your face for any tells which might point out where the problem is. “What? Did I do something?” He looks down at himself, seeing his clothes in place, swiping a hand through his hair to keep it out of the way, and you can't help but laugh slightly with her at the sight of your boyfriend's confused face and cute frown. “You uh- Steve my lipstick is all over your face.” You announce with a soft smile, licking your thumb before rubbing away the redness from his cheek and jaw, not having much luck with it.

His eyebrows basically dart into his hairline as you speak, quickly turning around and walking to the back of the store where a small mirror hung from the wall. He gasps as he sees the mess which was now covering his face, the back of his hand rubbing over his lips but the red pigment sticks behind, almost taunting him for his bad choice. You come behind him, soothingly rubbing a hand over his back while he tries to figure out how to deal with the situation. “Relax, I think I have some wipes in my backpack.” You tell him, taking his hand and dragging him into the back again, sharing an amused look with Robin as she shakes her head, going through the day's tasks.

“Sorry.” You feel the need to apologize, though knowing it didn't affect him in the slightest and a bit of teasing from Robin was inevitable. Grabbing your backpack, you pull out a pack of wipes, taking one out for him. Grabbing his chin, you angle his head down while you begin cleaning up his cheeks, moving lower to his neck. “Got a bit carried away, didn't I?” You chuckle, bumping your nose to his as he crouches down a little for you to reach his face better. “Don't worry, but don't think I won't get my revenge for this.” He warns playfully, poking a finger at your ribs, making you squirm away with a squeal. “Sure thing, hotshot...”

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jayfortheday · 2 years

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I really enjoyed your previous Vance hopper x reader so I was wondering if you could write a Oneshot where the reader gets bullied and Vance beats ts outta them when he sees them bullying the reader if that’s alright with you. I hope you’re doing well!

Not On My Watch (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic or platonic)

Word count: 945

Description: After Vance hears about Y/N getting bullied and the school refusing to do anything about it, he decides he needs to take matters into his own hands

Tags: language, violence, blood, bullying, no reader pronouns

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“Don’t you looked bummed out,” Vance chuckled a bit as he sat down next to you, crossing his arms. You know you did, you were never great at concealing your emotions.

“Yeah, I guess,” you replied, crossing your arms as well. Vance cocked his head slightly, waiting for you to tell him your woes. “There’s this kid at school and he keeps givin’ me a hard time when I walk home. Been makin’ my days kinda shitty lately,” you sighed. Vance looked at you with a small amount of concern.

“I know it’s probably weird hearing this from me, but have you talked to the school?” It was weird hearing this from Vance, he was usually was a much more ‘I can handle this myself’ kinda guy.

“I tried,” you replied. “But they definitely thought that this was something I had to take care of myself.”

“How about I walk home with ya tomorrow?” Vance offered. “Make sure everything’s smooth sailing.” You smiled.

“That’d be nice.”

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The next day, as you came out from school, Vance stood waiting by the entrance. His posture straightened as he noticed you.

“Ready, kid?” He asked, smiling.

“As I’ll ever be,” you replied. The walk home, for the first part, was uneventful. You didn’t even see the guy who had been giving you trouble. As you passed the Grab N Go, Vance looked longingly into the window.

“I’m gonna run inside and grab something. You gonna be good out here?” He gestured to the inside with his thumb.

“I imagine I’ll survive two minutes,” you laughed in response. Vance smiled and headed inside the store. As soon as Vance disappeared into the aisles, you felt someone push you from behind. Your heart sank as you turned around.

“Damn, I thought he’s never leave,” laughed the boy. In front of you stood Michael Cooper, the boy who had been bullying you these past weeks.

“Waiting for me to be alone? Kinda pathetic,” you sneered, trying to emulate Vance’s confidence, hopping it would help. It did not. Michael grabbed your collar roughly and slammed you into the brick on the side of the building. Pain surged through the back of your head as it hit the wall.

“Listen, you little bitch. I don’t know what you think is going on here, but you’re not in a position to shit talk,” he practically growled, anger visible in his face. You began to brace yourself as you anticipated what would come next. Just as you expected, Michael pulled his fist back and planted it hard in the middle of your face. You cried out as pain surged from the impact. You could feel hot blood begin to trickle down your face. You heard the doorbell of the Grab N Go ding, but the pain surging through your face stopped you from looking.

As you braced yourself for the next punch, you felt Michael let go of your collar. You cautiously opened your eyes to investigate. As you blinked your eyes open, you surveyed the scene infront of you. Michael still stood in front of you but now faced to your right. You turned to see what he was looking at to see Vance walking towards you, anger in his face.

“Fuck off, man. This isn’t any of your business,” Michael spat.

“Actually, it is my business,” Vance replied, stopping in front of Michael. Vance turned his head to look at you and his eyes grew angrier as he saw the blood on your face and the fear in your eyes.

Vance stepped forward to grab Michael by his shirt and push him to the ground with Vance kneeling over him.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to teach you a bit of a lesson, motherfucker,” Vance said quietly with venom in his voice. As Vance now had Michael occupied, you slid down the wall to sit on the concrete sidewalk. Vance pulled his arm back, but lifted Michael up in such a way that when his fist collided with his face, his head flew back and hit the ground. Michael cried out as his head collided with the ground. A small spot of blood appeared on the concrete.

Even as he saw this, Vance hit him again, and again, and again. The red spot on the ground grew bigger and bigger as Michael’s head continued to hit the ground. Bright red blood poured from his nose and ran down the sides of his face. You could see tears on Michael’s face. Vance only stopped his assault when Michael looked like he would lose consciousness with the next hit. Examining Michael’s face, Vance then let go of his shirt, allowing him to hit the ground one more time.

His knuckles caked in blood, Vance offered you his hand to help you up, which you accepted. Even as you stood, Vance didn’t let go of your hand, using his grip to guide forward, walking you home. As you walked forward, you lifted Vance’s hand to examine his knuckles. Most of the blood was Michael’s, but you could see cuts and scrapes on his knuckles.

“You ok?” You asked quietly, gently stroking his hands. He smiled kindly at you.

“Yeah, I’m more worried about you though,” he said, lightly running his thumb over the wound on your face, causing you to wince slightly.

“It’s not too bad, but it looked like it hurt,” he said, rubbing some of the blood on his hands onto his vest. You shrugged a bit, trying to downplay the pain you felt. Vance squeezed your hand lightly.

“Although, I highly doubt he will,” he smiled. “Let me know if he gives you trouble again.”

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A/N: Hope you like it, anon! I actually really like writing violent scenes, even if I'm not the best at it, I'm a sucker for gore. I was gonna work on this earlier, after work, but after I got home I literally conked tf out

Please continue to send your requests my way :)

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wheelcr · 2 years

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thinking bout . . . mikey's big big hands /nsx like when he put his hand on like the small of my back when guiding me up the stairs of the wheeler basement after a long night of (sitting pretty and watching them play) dnd, it literally almost fully covered it like that's how big his hands are

or like when we were sprawled out on the couch at my house, my head in his lap holding up some book i stole borrowed from the wheeler house as he watched ducktales. somewhere along the way he fell alseep i think and his hand landed on my forehead. was honestly gonna like push it off or bite him or something until i actually paused, realizing it was like bigger than my whole face i swear to god- it was warm too

i remember when we were younger and i would always compare pinky sizes with him, like grabbing his hand and positioning it next to mine, then i would laugh my fuckin ass off at the size difference since his was smaller. even started calling him 'baby hands' for a time. fast forward 3 years and i get a rush of deja vu whenever he gently picks up my arm and places my hand next to his. bony fingers, definitely a lot longer than mine now

mikey loves to be a dick about it, would intertwine his pinky with mine when walking through the especially crowded hallways of hawkins high school in the morning. me being me i would roll my eyes but like i'm dying on the inside please my best friend whom i also have a massive crush on is semi holding my hand what do i do what do i do?!!?@*!)

he is absolute dogshit at expressing feelings but he sure is damn good at gauging 'em. he sorta senses that i'm loving liking it (or just that it gets some sort of reaction out of me in general) so this bitch starts doing anything to accentuate his hands. started wearing rings and i fr wanted to smack this bitch when he first showed them off to me

would come to school fidgeting with a scrunchie / one around his wrist all like "hey i found this on my bed. must've left it behind last night." he would twirl pens or a strand of his hair between his fingers in the middle of class, or occasionally tap his fingers on his desk to some stupid beat. acts nonchalant about it but i know damn well he was staring at me for a good 5 minutes prior, waiting for even the slightest indication that i would turn to look at him so he can pretend like he's all clueless and innocent

he is such a fucking menace. though i do melt a little when he smiles at me and just asks to hold my hand and does the this thing where he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb there's a lot more i wanna say but like i need my afternoon nap so yes, i love mikey's hands

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noface-phantom7 · 2 years

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Merge: Always Be the Bigger Person

(Non - SCP Short)

I am roused in the middle of the night by the sound of my apartment door swinging open, followed by a slam that seemed to shake my walls. I almost wanted to jump out of bed, grab the bat that sat near my bed, when I heard a loud frustrated groan somewhere outside my bedroom door, followed by a loud thump—and I immediately knew who it was.

“Daniel?” I called out, throwing the blankets off as I reached for a shirt on the dresser beside my bed.. “Is that you?”

In response, I got a muffled answer against the door and another thud like palm against wood. I sighed, and pulled the door open. Daniel didn't even look up once it was open, instead he let his forehead fall against my chest and his arms wrapped around my shoulder; it was a common way of Daniel letting me know how he was feeling. I returned it, and patted his back as I led him towards the kitchen to get something, and he relented almost wordlessly.

“Bad date?” I asked him once he was seated, taking stock of the clothes he wore as he sat down on the chair, still not meeting my eyes. It may have been, considering he had been talking about it for weeks until a couple of hours ago; plus, Daniel has been my best friend for years, I know him like the back of my hand.

“Yes.” He almost whispers, just as I popped my leftovers in the microwave. Daniel lived across town but his date earlier was close by so I had guessed he would mostly turn up here after. I took a seat across from him, and tried to catch his eyes that were cast down. He didn’t seem to have cried yet, though he looked like he was trying not to. He rubs one hand against his eyelids, until I catch it and set it down—careful not to squeeze tight lest they fuse.

“Okay, then tell me.” I told him, patting the back of his hand. “How bad was it? He stood you up”

Daniel takes a deep breath as his eyes start to fill with tears, he shakes his head, and wipes them away before responding. “It would’ve been better if he just stood me up.” His voice cracked, though he did try to show a smile. “He was an asshole, he berated me the entire time.”

I stayed silent for a bit, recalling the guy he showed me a while ago: Eric McConnell, I knew the guy from my gym, never thought he swung the same way as Daniel until he showed me their conversations from some dating app. I had warned Daniel though, but didn’t discourage him and even gave in to the benefit of the doubt, because I could see how happy he was from the entire thing.

Eric seemed to be a high school jock still, but in the body of a twenty-five year old man. He would stride inside the gym with his ‘dudebros’ entourage, almost obnoxiously, yet no one could do a thing considering they were the biggest guys there. And I’d have to admit, he looked good too.

“And don’t say ‘I told you so’, okay?” Daniel added, feigning humor though he bites his trembling lips. I just sigh and offer a smile, but as soon as my hand lands on his shoulder, his own smile falters slightly as a sob pushes through despite him biting it back. “Aw shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t…mean to—I just—fuck.”

Daniel swiped at his tears as I reached for a roll of table napkins to offer him, as well as an apologetic smile as I grabbed the food off the microwave. I knew better than to make him stop, instead I took a few utensils out and slid the food close to him followed by a glass of cold water. He mutters thanks between each sniff, and I just sat there watching him stuff his mouth with spoonfuls of rice and fish—the same way he has done every time he was down like this.

A plan had been formulating in my head the moment he mentioned Eric; and it’s frankly something I’ve been thinking of for months ago even right as I took this current body. I’m sure Daniel wouldn’t mind, and I’m even banking on the fact that because of their last encounter, he might even encourage me to do so. I sat in silence whilst he finished every morsel of his food, and he didn't complain.

Once he was done eating, his tears have likewise stopped—and he drank the entire glass in a few long gulps. “Thanks, Alan.” He tells me after, smiling again followed by a sigh; until he sees my expression at least. “What? What are you thinking of?” I only chuckled, and leaned in forward as if beckoning conspiratorially. I grinned, and folded my hands together. “Would you like me to do ‘it’ with Eric now? I mean, he’s a dick so…”

Daniel’s eyebrows drew together in confusion for a moment, his head tilted a little to the side as he leaned in. Then once realization hit him, his face lights up as a mischievous grin permeates his lips. “Wait, that thing? Didn’t you just get that body nearly six months ago?” He asked, though I could see in his bleary eyes a hint of excitement.

He wouldn’t be wrong and I nodded with a wink. “I know, but I have been thinking of merging with Eric too way before Yuan came along.” I grinned, recalling how I ended up with this body from last April; oddly in a very similar situation with Eric right now, though I was in Daniel’s spot.

The aspects of my merging were very simple: I could merge with anyone once I either pushed myself into them or squeezed any part of their body hard enough until their body gave way to my own flesh. It’s an almost flawless process too—once I’ve slipped it, our masses would be joined and I would be able to immediately take control; it feels rather amazing to experience the euphoria of myself sinking into a bigger body and feeling my muscles swell in real time.

Though there was a catch; our faces would likewise merge to create a new visage, memories would intertwine too although mine would still be dominant—and that anyone other than myself and the person to witness it would know the merge even happened. In short, the person would cease to exist to the world, and everyone else would think I, Alan, have always looked like this.

I could only chuckle at the thought. I’ve merged with Kai, a guy I also met through an app. He was a nice guy, very smart too, though it was only after five dates and hookups that I discovered he had a girlfriend he was cheating on with me. I was furious, but I didn’t tell him until that night when I had invited him in for another night.

What Kai didn’t know was that it would be his last. As soon as I had told him to strip down, I had immediately rendered him unconscious by the use of a chloroform-soaked cloth. It was easy to incapacitate him, and by the time he had stopped struggling, his back had already started merging with my bare torso—slipping in through his smooth back and making my new body expand a little. Kai was pretty lean, as did the body I had at that time so the merging was relatively quick.

My favorite part was stuffing my member inside him, pushing it in until I had reached his own shaft as if pushing my length into a sheath that made it both thicker and longer. Kai would be my sixth body then, so I had accumulated a rather impressive length and girth that would seem almost disproportional with the body (though I was excited for Eric, because it would fit that body.).

And so once I was all in, I pushed my face through the back of his head, and felt myself sink in. My features had already started shifting at that moment, though more of Kai’s features shone through considering the previous guy I merged with before him, Yuan, had nearly similar ones. Once I was finished, I had looked a few years younger and even looked much more innocent.

Daniel had been there the entire time, of course, it was my second merge that he had witnessed and he had been awestruck. I remember flexing and flaunting my new physique to him at that moment, and I had fun teasing him about the way he had been staring at me.

Back to the present, I could feel from the tell-tale thumping on the wooden floor that Daniel’s knee was bouncing again—the same way it always did when he was excited. His tear-stricken face seemed to be glowing in joy now, and I grinned at this, especially as it seems to have put him in a better mood.

“Well if you’re sure, then I won’t say no.” Daniel tells me, a smirk already curling up a corner of his lips.

“I just needed your go signal.” I responded, offering him the same smirk as we planned what to do the next day.

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Daniel miraculously knew where Eric lived; he told me the night before that the man had the audacity to make Daniel walk him home despite making fun of him the entire date. I knew he lived close by, though I was plainly surprised to find out he stayed in an apartment just a street away from mine—I didn’t even need to drive to get there.

“This is the place.” Daniel told me earlier once we stopped on the steps of the four-storey building. Eric stayed on the third, the first room to the right. I nodded after, and he pushed the door to open to let us both in.

The plan was simple; Daniel went in first, knocked at Eric’s door, and then distracted him. Once the man’s guard was down, I slipped in and used my old trusty chloroform method. I was still hesitant with using other ways of knocking them out, yet this was the best one—of course I could just force myself into them to merge, but that would always be too much of a hassle not because they could fight back but because it could cause complications such as aligning a part on a wrong limb..

Nonetheless though, the operation was a success, and all that needed to be done now was to merge.

“There we go.” Daniel tells me once we’ve settled Eric’s limp body on a chair (pants still on), ready for me to jump in. He had grinned the moment I clasped the cloth over Eric’s mouth and nose (with minimal trouble, he was still bigger than me after all). “Do you need me to hold him for you?”

“I got this, don’t worry.” I told him, cracking my neck and stripping my clothes off right after. Daniel’s eyes lingered on me for a while, before he backed out with a sly grin and let me stand behind Eric’s body on the chair—his wide back seemingly calling to me already.

I rest a hand against one shoulder blade, massaging the spot in an almost sensual way until the spot felt soft. I could almost laugh; I’ve spent months staring at this muscular back and now I was going to have it for myself. With a sneer, I pushed my hand in and watched as my left arm started to sink in.

Eric’s back almost straightens the instant my forearm was in, though he merely groans as I watch his arm start to balloon and swell, the sound of rubber stretching filling the air as our entire arm merges. Once I had sunk my left arm, the feeling instantly returned and I clench my new fist, flexing my new biceps. I could see Daniel somewhere in my periphery, tugging at his pants, and I smirked at how he found this entire scene arousing. I did the same with my right arm. I flexed both of them, hearing groans and soft moaning from both Daniel and Eric.

With my new powerful arms, I undid the remaining buttons and zipper from Eric’s waist. Once it was all off, including his underwear, I smirked. I had him lean forward, my already throbbing member rubbing against his opening. I had no need for lubricant, my ability was enough for me as I drove it in. Eric halk-awakes as he lets out a cry of pleasure—something even I could feel as I thrusted in, felt my crotch and legs start to get sucked in as my mass contorted to fuse with his.

The experience was, as always, beyond blissful. I felt in every single motion how my length slipped into his; the length was already impressive, so was the girth, and I felt prec start to leak and get pushed out as my member fused into his with a slight zap of pleasure. In the background, I could hear Daniel cursing while breathing heavily.

I was almost there, I stood at an impressive height with my limbs almost doubled—so it was time for my torso to sink in. I pushed my chest into his back, my stomach too using my arms to push against the wall. I slipped in almost effortlessly, feeling our lungs combine and expand, likewise my chest started to balloon and push out. I had gasped the moment it was done, and I took the air in, felt my new body, and even grazed a hand over my member’s head. I turned back to Daniel with a smirk, who already looked like he was nearing climax.

With a wink, I pushed my face into the back of Eric’s scalp, earning a loud groan from him as our faces mixed and rearranged itself—his memories started flooding into mine. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, though most of the memories that played out themselves were off-putting so I pushed them out; not as if I needed them anyway.

The moment the merge was complete, I couldn’t help but thrust my hip out, moan, and felt as strings of white shot out of my tip—one that was worth a few men that immediately started to pool in front of me. At the same time, I heard Daniel likewise doing the same, I threw my head back and moaned as each shot brought me more pleasure.

Daniel and I finished at roughly the same time, though even once I stopped shooting, a steady stream still leaked out at every movement. By that point I was already smirking, flaunting my new body and running a hand over my hard muscle and much more impressive physique.

“Like what you see?” I asked Daniel once he was in his afterglow, back already on the bed while he tried to catch his breath.

“Yeah,” He replied, I could sense the smile in his voice despite his panting. I had put the pants back on at that point despite the leaking, and stared at my new form in the mirror. “Very much…” He adds, trailing off a little.

Kai and Eric had different features, and what resulted was an entirely new face. I smiled, it had been a while, so I inspected my new face and explored my new body. I stared for a few more minutes at my reflection before getting cut off by a soft snoring in the background.

I turned around and found Daniel, already dozing off from the pleasure. I could only chuckle and stare at the happy content look on his face as I slid onto the bed, sitting beside him before I let myself fall back into the mattress similarly basking in the afterglow.

The best feeling comes right after the merge—with our muscles and bones still fresh from stretching and combining, as well as my still hard member tenting against my pants. I debated whether or not to go at it again as I ran a hand over my tight chest and abs, fingers playing along my nipples. Instead, I stretched one hand to my side and found Daniel’s open.

With a sigh, I held his hand and clasped it tight.

In the end, pleasure and oblivion won out as I felt myself slipping into slumber with the soft mattress beneath me and a warm hand clasping mine—this was undoubtedly another great start in a new body for me.

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Fic based of the line from walk in the park “I just want somebody I can argue with”

Love/Hate relationship

Jack Harlow x reader

Angst/fluff

A/n: had to add the ornaments line

Synopsis: Tr is tired of their love, hate relationship with Jack

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It could be said you and Jack have a love, hate relationship by most. Which is extremely ironic considering you’ve known him since middle school (he was the kid who was a class clown and you just wanted to get your fucking work done). There’s been a couple of instances where the love was far stronger than the hate.

“You look…really beautiful, y/n.” Jack blushes.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Harlow.” You smile.

Other times, it’s flipped.

“Fuck you, Jack! You’re so full of yourself!“ You yell at him, so angry you could feel the heat in your face rising.

“You’re a bitch.” Jack scoffs.

“Stand on that then! Stand on me being a bitch! Cause whenever you get in your feelings and text me “oh, you’re the only girl I trust” “I love you so much” and “I want to get you pregnant” it’s never how much of a bitch I am then, though.” You scream.

Jack sputters as he tries to find a comeback to your all too true of words.

“I’m just not ready!” He finally decides.

You think to yourself how stupid he is, and you think hard. Your eyes focus on him slightly shutting just a bit as your eyebrows scrunch. You should take pity on him, it’s probably hard operating through life with no common sense.

“Jack, what aren’t you ready for? You do all the relationship shit, you don’t fuck other girls, you’re around me constantly, and we argue like we’re in a relationship.” You sigh.

“I’m not ready to be in love yet.” He admits.

“So what? Are we just going to argue forever?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Just wait on me. Please.” He asks, walking closer to you.

“No, fuck you, Jack. This isn’t fair.” You pull away from his touch.

“You’ve loved me since you sat next to me in Ms. Greenes' science class and now you’re trying to say all you want me for is to argue with you? I care about you, Jack. A lot. I don’t want to keep begging you to date me either. You let me know when you’re ready to be in a relationship and be in love. I’ll be around.” You sigh, getting one last look at him before grabbing your stuff and leaving.

Jack immediately sobers up to what you’ve said and decides on a talk with Urban.

“I just don’t get it. She’s pushing the relationship when at first she’s the one who wanted nothing to do with me.” Jack scoffs.

“Have y’all fucked or something?” Urb asks.

“No, we did some other shit but no fucking.” Jack shrugs.

“Do you want to be in a relationship with her?”

“I love her, I do. But what if everything changes? What if that’s when we fall apart?” Jack asks, sadly.

“You just need to grow some balls, man. Cause clearly you don’t have any. Anyone would love a shot at y/n, and you’re letting her slip through your fingers.” Urb says, blowing a cloud of smoke out of his mouth.

“My nuts hang like ornaments,” Jack mumbles quietly.

Even though Jack doesn’t want to admit it, he knows Urban’s right. That feeling won’t go away though, that feeling that when he finally gets you, it’ll fall apart. He’s been in plenty of relationships to try to cover up his feelings for you, but they all crash and burn. He’s decided that maybe he’s just not the relationship type. But what if, what if he’s just been waiting on you?

The thought leaves Jack knowing exactly what he needs to do. He grabs his keys and starts his car, beginning his route to you. So impatient that he finds himself speeding and having to duck the state troopers. Finally, pulling into your driveway Jack runs inside the house quickly, not worried about knocking.

“Y/n!” He calls out, searching for you.

You furrow your eyebrows at the sound of Jack’s voice in your house. You check your watch and see that it hasn’t even been an hour since you’ve seen him last. Before you could respond to him, he’s bulldozing through your bedroom door.

“Hi, Jack?” You ask, confused.

“I’m sorry. I do want a relationship, I was just scared and you know how I got into a lot of relationships previously that all failed, I just didn’t want that to be us. Cause I guess I love you.” Jack rushes, scratching the back of his neck.

“Firstly, slow it down. Secondly, you guess?” You cross your arms, teasingly.

“You play too much.”

“I love you and want you, stupid.” He laughs.

“Yeah, ya do.” You smile, as he walks over to you and kisses you.

“Just want me to argue with, my ass.” You giggle.

So, yeah. Maybe it is so that you and Jack have a love, hate relationship, but something tells you that there’ll be more loving going on than hating.

#jack harlow #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow smut #jack harlow fluff

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