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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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Dark! Yandere! Leon Kennedy Headcanons

Warnings: 18+ (just to be safe), Possessive Behaviour, Obsessive Behaviour, Mention of Plotting, Mentions of Smut, Non-Explicit Depictions of Smut, Mention of Dirty Talk, Mention of Overstimulation, Mention of Choking, Mention of Power Imbalance, Mention of Manhandling, Mention of Aftercare, Dominant! Leon, Rough Leon, Feral Leon, Paranoid Leon, Leon just wants Validation <3, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You'.

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Possessive doesn’t even begin to describe how Leon acts around you.

Territorial may be how you describe him to your friends – a compliment, really.

But the fact that he never lets you out of his sight and worries about you whenever you’re not in his immediate vicinity is…telling, to say the least.

Calls you every 30 minutes on the rare occasion that you’re not together.

“Are you okay ?”, “Are you hurt ?”, “Do you need me to come over ?”

Paranoid aaah Leon.

But he means well – you know that much.

Once, you joked that the two of you “Might as well move in together if we’re going to talk this much !”

And that started putting ideas in Leon’s head.

He does have the notion of staging a break-in at your current home address so that you’ll feel unsafe and be more likely to move in with him.

But he doesn’t want you being traumatised like he is. Not by his hand.

But can you blame his rather questionable behaviour ?

After everything he went through in RE2 and RE4, you’d have been surprised if he didn’t turn out the way he had.

Despite all that, he’s a good boyfriend :>

Does anything and everything you ask him to, without question.

Scarily loyal.

And he expects you to be the same.

That being said, he doesn’t get jealous, as such.

Rather, he believes that the guy who’s been glancing at you every minute or so is planning on attacking you.

Not on Leon’s watch.

Scary dog privilege. Though your ‘scary dog’ is rather pretty; he just has an intimidating glare and figure.

Due to this paranoia and constant anxiety about your health and wellbeing, Yandere! Leon prefers an S/O who’s reclusive, one that doesn’t venture beyond their home very often.

It makes it easier for him to survey you, makes him feel more at ease knowing that you’re tucked away someplace safe.

Well, not entirely safe. Leon firmly believes that you can never be entirely avoidant of disaster unless you’re with him 24/7.

Not sure if you’ve noticed, but Leon has a *sliiight* saviour complex.

He wants to feel strong and dependable – to counteract all that the events of RE2 forced him to feel.

While this manifests in his wild daydreams about saving you from some undead horror straight out of a zombie movie (or real life, in Leon’s case), this manifests in more subtle situations in your day-to-day life.

He’ll open a jar for you, or reach something off the top shelf (regardless of whether you can reach it or not).

Don’t ask how he knew you were going to have trouble opening that particular jar, or that you wouldn’t reach your favourite mug that was placed a few shelves higher than it was yesterday.

It makes his chest swell with pride and strokes his ego.

But, as much as Leon likes it when you’re dependent on him, he does want you to have a fighting chance if the unthinkable should happen – that he’s not around to save you.

He tries teaching you self-defence, which, while you appreciate the thought, you tell him is unnecessary.

Yes, you know (vaguely) about what happened during Leon’s missions (though he is typically quite scant on the specifics, not wanting to worry you or drive you from him, as selfish as he believes that desire is).

But when you tell him that “I don’t need to know self-defence,” and Leon, cautious, asks ‘why ?’ you hit him with an answer far better than anything he’s fantasised about. And trust when I say that Leon has fantasised about you. A lot.

“Because I have you to protect me !”

As well-intentioned and innocent as your statement is, something within Leon breaks. Snaps.

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He has you under him quicker than you can blink.

His territorial, possessive nature filters through into the way he claims you – marks you.

He doesn’t bite you, though.

Years of trauma with the snapping jaws of zombies has put him off the idea.

But he sucks bruises into your skin, goes harder than intended when he turns feral, gripping your thighs, your arms, your sides – anything accessible to him.

And though he tries his best never to hurt you, he does end up losing himself whenever he gets like this.

Not that you mind.

His lips dip beside your head, and you can hear him say “You’re mine. All mine,” as he holds your body hostage.

He has a lot of endurance and an abundance of excess energy (usually emotional), so he ends up overstimulating you a good deal of the time.

Just pounding into you long after you’ve finished, his face buried into your neck, breathing becoming uneven as he works another euphoric release out of the both of you.

Say his name and he’ll go wild.

“Say it again,” he pants, his chest to yours as he takes you. “Tell me I’m the only one who can protect you – the only one who– aah! –you love–”

I understand why people say Leon’s a switch with bottom lean, but consider that time in RE4 when he said that “Following a lady’s lead just isn’t my style,”

You can’t say that there isn’t at least a remnant of top energy in there.

Hence, Leon – at the very least Yandere! Leon – can be quite…dominant.

As evidenced above.

Also evidenced by the fact that he gets off on the fact you’re weaker or smaller than him.

Doesn’t matter how tall you are, how much muscle you have; Leon is stronger both mentally and physically.

Though, this is somewhat of a guilty pleasure. But he has no problem letting you know what he’s thinking.

“God, you’re so weak,” he says, voice straining with his release hanging over him.

“Say it – say you need me; that I’m the only one who can take care of you, who can make you cry like this,”

Maybe he grabs you by the throat. Maybe he chokes you a little when you’re taking too long to answer.

But, regardless of how rough he can get, Leon is a certified King of Aftercare™.

Feels absolutely abysmal if he thinks he’s hurt you, or pushed you too far.

And your part of the aftercare is purely emotional. You have to convince him that you’re fine, you’re happy. And maybe enjoyed being manhandled a little…

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vesora · 9 months

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is it a real problem or are you trapped in your mind?

this one goes to my anxious girlies

the past few weeks I've been extremely trapped in my mind, ruminating whether someone would backstab me or whether a friend would leave me and of course there is no evidence of that in real life, it's all in mind. that being said, deep down i know that nothing would happen and im sure deep down you all know as well that nothing would happen. but the what ifs are so strong that you can't handle yourself practising the law.

this doesn't mean you can't manifest during this time, we always manifest, just now you can consciously manifest things you want. e.g. I wanted a psychic message from someone and I received it; I got money when I needed it; I never wait for public transport even if the app shows that it is coming in like 30 minutes (because we don't pay attention to 3d). I've noticed my anxious and extremely intrusive thoughts never manifest, especially after learning the law so I don't want you to be scared of your own mind. You, as the supreme being and consciousness ARE your mind but your mind is not you. In the grand scheme of things, the mind is unreal so what would the "3d" listen to? Some jumble of anxious fearful thoughts that do not exist except from when you aware of it or the command of God themselves?

all in your (unreal) mind:

don't punish yourself, stop harming yourself by trapping yourselves in your mind. simply drop the thought. if you find that hard, you can work on it by eliminating the possibilities but from experience, that still never makes the fear go away. the fear is so primal, so noticeable that the only way it feels it can go away for me is if I end everything and thats not good right? why would God be a victim to her character's thoughts? Why wouldn't God just change the garment?

The hardest thing is to just ACCEPT. "Just accept you have it" was the hardest thing for me to apply because soras entire life was just finding every possible solution for the worst case scenario in case people hurt her or I am seen in a way that doesn't represent her (aka being misunderstood). See how i am using her and sora to describe things I experienced? It's because I have the POWER to completely eradicate any trauma or any pain by just choosing to adorn myself in another state. I am not sora but sora is me, therefore I have control over soras experiences. You are not a victim to your circumstance, when you find the law you have the power to create your own life, you create new circumstances by adopting a new version of yourself. You are in control no matter what the unreal mind says.

breathe in, breathe out:

Excuse my language but honestly fuck the mind???? It only knows what it has learned from its surroundings and you are above the surroundings so why would you listen to such a limited thing?

Do you think if you dismiss the thoughts you won't be prepared for what you think is about to come? Do you feel you constantly have to be on defense mode protecting yourself either from physical or emotional harm?

I understand, I was the same way and sometimes I still revert back to it. However the thing is, who is creating whats about to come? YOU ARE! Don't you get it? Nothing can happen without your consent (once you accept your power of course). You are not a victim to circumstances. You are never the receiver, you are always the creator. Bask yourself in lovely states with lovely thoughts. It is okay if you do not believe it or if your body is resisting it, just please persevere. We can't let anxiety win. What is anxiety to a God?

our negative beliefs falling after we disown them:

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maximumsass · 2 months

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Green Eyes of Envy Pt. 3

The Real Gif for the fanfic

The Top I’m Referencing

Synopsis: You and Mel have overcome all that you have to get to this night, THE FIRST DATE!! Will Melissa get you to that orgasmic bliss she’s been dying to see you in? Is it possible that you have your own little surprise for the gorgeous redhead?! Was choosing each other the right move?! All of these questions revealed and more!

Author’s Note: Hey my lovely fanfic village! I know I’m late with this but I literally fell asleep not once but two nights in a row trying to finish this sucker so I apologize from the bottom of my sapphic fanfic riddled heart! I was very excited to write this one because this is what both Mel and the reader have been waiting and longing for, for a very long time. And to create this just makes my sappy sapphic heart very happy. I hope you like all the cuteness as well as the hot steaminess! Please let me know what you think!! And please send me any requests that you beautiful people have! Sending all da love and hugs!

Warning: SMUTT!! And of course fluff!

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Word Count: 3.1k

You were jamming out as you finished applying your makeup. She said she’s only gay for me. And I don’t know what to believe. Yeah she said she’s only gay for me, gay for me! You belt out. You’re wearing a tight black v neck that shows just enough cleavage to tease her until she’s taking it off you. You paired that with a brown leather jacket and dark wash jeans and to top it off your mini black boots.

You hear a knock on the front door. That’s weird you think, you weren’t expecting anyone and you were Ubering to Mel’s and still had 30 minutes until you had to call the Uber. You finish applying your cherry red lipstick and then go to the door.

You open the door and there standing before you is Jessica Rabbit herself and is holding a gorgeous bouquet of red roses. She looks stunning in a short sleeve red top with a scoop neck that is accentuating her gorgeous goods, with her infamous black leather pants and red heels. You gasp.

“Oh my god! What are you doing here?!” You exclaim as you step aside and gesture for her to come in.

“If you really think that you’re Ubering anywhere if I’m available and know that you need a ride somewhere, you better think again.” She says with a big smirk.

You roll your eyes. “You don’t have to do that, you know. Thank you for the gorgeous flowers.” You say quietly as you take the flowers from her, set them aside and pull her in for a kiss.

When you break the kiss, she caresses your cheek. “I know I don’t have to. But I want to, I want to take care of you, make your life easier, that’s my job now. You my dear just need to let me. Can you at least try to let me take care of you?” She asks you gently.

“Fine. I guess I’ll let you be my personal chauffeur.” You tease her with a chuckle.

She smacks your ass. “You little shit!” She exclaims. “Now go finish getting ready. The sooner we get back to my house, the sooner we eat and the sooner we eat, the sooner I’ll be giving you the best orgasm you’ve had in your life.” She says with a huge smirk on her face.

“Someone’s confident!” You chuckle, you pull her in for a quick kiss and then you run to get everything so you can head out.

Once you’re both out the door, she takes your hand and when your fingers interlock, it feels like you’ve finally found your missing puzzle piece. She walks you to her truck, opens the door and holds your hand as you step up into the truck. As she shuts your door you scramble over to her side and open her door for her because she’s not the only gentlewoman between the two of you! And then you scramble back to your seat.

“You didn’t have to open my door, ya know.” She said as she slides into her seat.

“As a gorgeous woman told me tonight, let me take care of you, woman!” You say give her a look that says try me.

She pulls out of your complex and starts heading to her place. 80s ballads play quietly as you stare out the window, for the first time since you said yes to the date, you feel your stomach start tying itself up in nerves. You feel her hand on your thigh and you simultaneously get chills and feel a wave of calm wash over you. You place your hand over hers and interlace your fingers with hers.

“I know it hasn’t been easy to get to this point. But I haven’t felt so happy and excited about dating and being with someone in years. And I’m so grateful that we chose each other and decided to give us a chance.” She says with quiet vulnerability as she looks at you adoringly.

You take her hand and kiss it. “I feel the same way Mel. And I don’t know what it is, but I feel like it’s been a long time coming and we’ll find out that what we’ve been searching for is in each other.” You say smiling.

You get to her place, and unbuckle your seatbelt. “(Y/N), will you please let me get your door for you and help you out of the truck?” She asks gently as she takes your hand and squeezes it.

“Since you asked so nicely, I will, just for you.” You say as you lean over and kiss her cheek.

She gets out, comes around to your side, opens your door and takes your hand and helps you out of the truck. You walk up the steps, she opens the door and gestures for you to go in first. You step in and the smell of lasagna, freshly cooked, washes over you.

“Oh my god Mel, that smells so fucking good, if it smells that good, I can’t imagine how it’s gonna taste!” You exclaim as you wiggle a little with excitement.

The redhead watches you with a huge smile on her face. “I don’t think you know how cute you are.” She says with a chuckle. She walks towards you and pulls you in for a hug and then kisses you with slow burning passion.

She walks arm in arm with you into the kitchen. She takes out a knife and starts cutting into the lasagna.

“Where are your plates and utensils? I’ll set the table while you’re cutting the lasagna.” You say as you put your hand on the small of her back.

“The plates are in the cabinets to the left of the sink and the utensils are in the drawer to the right of the sink.” She instructs while still focusing on the lasagna.

You grab two plates and a knife and fork for you both. You set the plates down and put the knife on the left of the plate and the fork on the right. You grab a napkin and set it at her place and grab a few for yourself.

“Let me get the drinks too gorgeous. Where are the glasses and what do you want to drink?” You say as you lean on the island admiring how focused she is on dinner.

“I bought some wine at the store today, it’s on the counter by the fridge. And then the wine glasses are in the cabinet next to the plate cabinet.” She says as she finishes up with the lasagna.

You grab the glasses and find the wine and open it, thankfully it’s a screw off top. And pour hers first, and then walk it over to her, she’s put one slice on your plate and one on hers and she’s patiently waiting for you at the table. Looking at you with desire with those emerald eyes of hers but you also detect an ounce of shock in them as well.

“For you my gorgeous and amazing chef. Thank you for making this delicious dinner for us.” You say softly in her ear and then you kiss her head.

Once you are seated and ready to eat, you lift your glass. “To our first date, May it be better than either of us could ever imagined and a memory we cherish forever. Cheers!” You say with a smile and you clink glasses with Mel.

“Cheers, pretty girl!” She says to you mirroring your smile. “So this is my Nonna’s lasagna, and we used to have it for special occasions when I was a kid, and I consider this a very special occasion so of course I had to make it for tonight.” She says softly.

You put your hand on her thigh and squeezed it in appreciation.

You start cutting your lasagna and then blow on it before excitedly shoving it into your mouth. An explosion of flavors dances in your mouth, you might physically be in Philly right now but your mouth is frolicking through Italy currently. You can’t help but moan a little. It's so goddamn good!

Melissa gets this huge grin on her face. “See, I’m already making you moan.” She teases you.

“Shut up!” You exclaim playfully hitting her arm. “I will have to personally thank Nonna herself! You’ve seriously outdone yourself Mel, this is incredible! Top 5 meals I’ve ever had hands down.” You say beaming at her.

“I’m so glad you like it!” She says excitedly.

You focus on eating the delicious meal when you feel her looking at you. “You’re staring at me miss! Eat your dinner before it gets cold.” You tease her.

“You are always surprising me (Y/N) and tonight is no exception. Joe and I were married for 12 years and I can count on one hand how many times he helped me with dinner in any capacity. And of course there’s Gary and other guys who were never anything I considered serious but were around for months at a time and they didn’t lift a damn finger when we ate together. And then you walk in on night one, first date, and you jump right in and get everything ready while I’m finishing up with the food. And it’s mind blowing to me because this gorgeous little 29 year old girl is showing me how I should’ve been treated this whole damn time and I didn’t even have to ask you! What did I do to deserve you?” She says softly with a look of astonishment.

You wipe your mouth and then get up and sit on her lap and wrap your arms around her neck and lean your head against hers.

“First of all, every one of those guys were idiots. And I’m sorry that they didn’t help you, that is such a low bar and for them not to meet it is honestly pathetic on their part. We are a team and I want to make your life easier and if I know I can do something to achieve that, you better believe I’m doing it. You were right that this is how you deserve to be treated, and as long as you keep me around I’ll always treat you like the queen you are, gorgeous girl.” You say as you caress her cheek and gaze adoringly into her eyes.

She pulls you in for a kiss that’s long and slow and you feel yourself ache for her. Somehow her hands find their way to your torso and begin to go under your shirt, she looks to you for permission and you nod. She slowly glides her hands slowly over your stomach as if she’s trying to memorize what every inch of you feels like. You can’t help but shudder and hiss from her intoxicating touch.

“You’re being such a good girl.” She says in your ear in her deep husky voice.

And that just makes you stop breathing because you can’t believe this is actually happening.

While her hands are exploring your body, you make yourself busy by gently kissing her neck. And then you go from kissing to nibbling which produces a deep gorgeous moan from the redhead.

“Now who’s being the good girl?” You ask seductively in her ear.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” She instructs you.

You pull her in for a heated desperate kiss that both makes you moan. You then get up from her lap and walk towards the bedroom a little and then you turn and you make sure you have her full attention and then proceed to take off your shirt and dramatically toss it to the floor.

Melissa is now looking at you like she’s the lioness and you’re the cute little antelope she wants to devour. She comes at you so fast and before you understand what is happening she is pushing you against the hallway wall and is kissing you with such desire, teeth knocking, tongues clashing, she’s biting your lips, hands tangled in your hair making sure that your bodies are grinding on each other. She pulls you away from the wall and in one motion has somehow undone your bra clasps and is throwing your bra to the floor.

You gently push her away and then take her chin gently and lock eyes. “You better start stripping off your clothes baby girl.” You say in a low seductive voice.

She practically drags you into the bedroom. You both rip off the clothes that y’all are wearing. This is the first time you are seeing Mel in all her naked glory.

“Get the fuck on the bed.” You whisper to her.

“But I was supposed to…” She says and before she can finish you place two fingers on her lips.

“That wasn’t a suggestion. I promise you will get your turn to have your way with me. But you always put everyone else before yourself and tonight and moving forward that’s not going to happen. What you don’t seem to understand is that you are a literal goddess and you should always be treated as such. Your body needs to be worshiped. Let me worship your body Mel and please you in ways you didn’t know were possible.” You say softly to her.

You move close to her and with your hand you gently glide your fingers through her folds and lightly graze upwards to her stomach and finding its way to her luscious breast, over her nipple, and all the way up her neck until you finish with caressing her cheek. She looks at you astonished and speechless.

“Now be a good girl and get on the bed.” You say to her softly.

She nods and gets on the bed. Once she seems comfortable you get on and you start kissing her slow and soft, you can feel her desire to have you please her radiating off of every kiss. You start with her neck and you kiss every inch of her. When you get down to her breasts you spend extra time and attention on them. You lick her nipples softly at first and then you’re sucking them and then you are gently biting them, you feel her shudders, and hear her moans and praises “Fuck (Y/N)!, Yes keep going baby, You’re doing so good!”.

You know that she’s self conscious about her stomach but you need her to know that you think that every part of her is perfect. So you are gentle and kiss and trace and softly remind her of how beautiful you think she is.

Then you are at her legs, you kiss and graze your fingers along them as well as her feet. And then you turn your attention to her pussy, you’re about to do the thing that you’ve been fantasizing about for months. You slowly and barely graze your hands over it.

“(Y/N) please I need to feel you! I need you inside of me.” She says in frustration.

And that’s all you need to hear, you slide your fingers through her folds as you start gliding up and down with some pressure. She’s already glistening with her beautiful wetness.

“You’re already so wet for me baby. You’re doing such a great job.” You praise her as you look at her with a big smile.

You quickly find her clit and you start rubbing it slowly because you don’t want her to cum just yet. She’s practically levitating off the bed with how much she’s shaking and her moans and praise have only gotten louder. You slip your fingers into her and oh my god is she tight. You can tell that she’s about to hit that orgasmic high. You pump your fingers in and out at a good pace, not too fast but not too slow. She’s growing tighter and tighter around your fingers. You get down and put your mouth on her clit and lick her clit while you keep pumping and what feels to be a matter of seconds she screams out and a wave of cum comes flowing right into your mouth and oh my god does she taste amazing! You slow down your fingers and you watch her ride that high and you can’t believe how lucky you are to get to please her like this. When you know that she’s come down, you slowly remove your fingers.

You crawl up and lay down next to her and take her in your arms as she tries to catch her breath. “I want you to taste how delicious you are.” You whisper and then you softly kiss her. “I need you to know that you are so beautiful and seeing you in your orgasmic bliss makes me feel like the luckiest girl that I get to please you and get you to that gorgeous state. You really are my goddess Mel, forever and always.” You say softly to her as you stroke her hair.

“I can’t believe that I have you, what you just did to me was mind blowing. And this is coming from decades and decades of sex. The way you know my body and this just being the first time is unbelievable. You’ve wrecked me y’know, I will need those magic fingers and that gorgeous mouth of yours for the rest of my life.” She says as she gazes up at you in pure awe.

“I will happily be all yours for the rest of your life.” You say and then kiss her forehead.

“You mean it?” She asks quietly and you can see the vulnerability in her eyes.

You nod and then kiss her gently.

Then she rallies and you better believe delivers in full of getting you to that orgasmic bliss.

When you have come down from your high and caught your breath. You’re entangled in each other, not knowing where you start and she ends. You know that you would be so damn happy if laying with her like this is what the rest of your future held.

“You know what I just thought of?” You ask her with a mischievous smile.

“Do I want to know?” She teases you.

“I just realized that you’re my little florist girlfriend now.” You say and then you can’t help but giggle.

“Shut up!” She exclaims and playfully hits you.

“What?! I just speak the truth!” You tease.

“What am I going to do with you?” She asks with a big smirk.

“Lay with me like this every night.” You say with a smile.

“I think I can do that.” She says and then she yawns.

“Get some sleep and have sweet dreams my gorgeous girl.” You whisper softly and kiss her on her head.

And then you drift off to sleep yourself being held by the woman who has definitely stolen your heart.

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kayleighjennifer · 1 year

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Celebration (Claudia Piña x reader)

⚠️smut⚠️

You did it. You’ve finally won the champions league again. The crowd is on fire, everyone happy that barcelona got the trophy. Right now you’re just taking everything in, the amazing atmosphere and the proud feeling.

Both you and your girlfriend, Claudia scored the winning goals.

“Y/n, we did it! I’m so proud of you” Claudia jumps on your back, clutching onto your jersey. “Yes, you were amazing on the field” You smile up to her and bite your lips while remembering how hot Claudia looked and still looks.

“Oh yeah? When we’re home, I promise that we will celebrate properly” She smirks down at you. Before you can say anything, Jana and Bruna approach you, also congratulating both goals. Claudia, Jana, Bruna and you all grew up together, from the Barcelona academy to the B team and to now.

“Y/n, claudia, Jana, Bruna, are y’all in tonight? We’re going out and celebrate” Mapi asks and Claudia gets off your back, sliding her arm around your waist.

“Y/n and I will stay in, but thanks for the offer” Claudia smiles and you blush, knowing that the other catch on your plan. “Ew, use protection” Bruna groans out and waves goodbye, already going to the changing rooms.

“Alright then, but you know that you can fuck after the club right? Ingrid and me will do it” Mapi winks at you, making you hiding your face into your girlfriends neck. “Mhm, but I’ve been waiting since days, so we’ll pass on”.

Your teammates were shocked at first when they found out that Claudia was the top in your relationship. While Claudia was a real beast on the field, you were more of a jealous and more dominant person outside the bedroom.

Mapi and Claudia talk about something for a bit and you’re zooming out, hugging Claudia and still looking around. Camp Nou was sold out again and everywhere were barca jerseys, flags and merch in general. You already have signed more jerseys with your name on than ever before.

A kiss on your neck disturbs your daydreaming, “Ready to go home?” Claudia asks and pushes you even closer to her. “Yeah, but look around. It’s magical, so so many people are here just to see us”.

Your girlfriend nods but keeps her eyes on you. You’re absolutely glowing and even thought you’ve just played whole 90 minutes, Claudia was sure that you’re looking amazing and she was even more sure to show it when you get home.

You grab Claudia’s hand and lead her inside the changing room. Right now you don’t care that people would spread rumours about you and Claudia or make edits of you. You were just happy and grateful of being able to experience it after last year.

Both of you quickly change and say your goodbyes, being not able to wait any longer. Claudia gets into the drivers seat as always and puts her hand on your tight where she’s tracing forms and making you even more aroused than you’re already are.

After one of the longest 30 minutes you’ve ever experienced you finally arrive home. When you get through the door, Claudia has you directly pinned against the wall, harshly connecting your lips. You moan into the kiss and your hands find Claudia’s waist, guiding her closer to you. “I love you so much amore” You breathe out against your girlfriends lips.

She smiles and looks into your eyes. “I love you too, I want to spend my whole life with you”. You blush and connect your lips again, letting her guide you into your bedroom. There she pushes you on the bed and straddles you waist.

“You’re the prettiest human I’ve ever seen and sometimes I still can’t believe that you’re mine” She smirks at you and removes your shirt. Before you can say anything, her lips find your weak spot and suck a dark hickey on it, making you moan out.

“Look how beautiful you look with my mark. You’re mine and everyone should know it”. Claudia’s beautiful blue eyes are dark by now and full of lust. “Then tell the world that I’m yours and you’re mine, I’m ready” You smirk at her and roam your hands over her hips.

“Oh yeah? But let me first fuck you, so that you can’t walk tomorrow” You nod eagerly. Claudia kisses your whole torso, sometimes deciding that a hickey would look perfect there and sometimes just leaving a wet kiss there. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and every inch arches to be touched by Claudia.

“Please Claudia, I need you so much cariño” You whine and she smirks, loving the way the can make you feel.

She starts to massage your breast, making you moan again. “You know, when I scored that goal, all I could think about was you. I wanted to kiss you so badly” You blush at your girlfriend’s words and kiss her. “Oh yeah? It looked so hot. I wouldn’t have mind a kiss and you know, I honestly just scored for you”.

“Mhm I know, you’re doing everything for me, but I think we both know that I’m doing everything for you too, so it’s fine right”. Claudia’s lips find your breast and you just let out a shaky breath.

Her cold hands roam over you body, into your pants and underwear. “You’re already so wet and needy, just for me”. You nod quickly and try to grind onto her hand.

“Uh Uh uh, not so fast my dear. I bought a present for you cause I knew you’d score”. Claudia gets up again and walks to the closet.

“Close your eyes baby girl, it’s a surprise”. You do as you’re told and hear how Claudia undress herself and opens the closet. She pulls something out. She sits onto your hips again and you can feel some fabric against your stomach.

“Keep your eyes closed. Just trust me and tell me when it’s too much okay? Can you remember our safe word?” Her hands roam over your tummy and breast, pinching your nipples. “Hmh, it’s chocolate”. You moan out and your back is already arching off the bed.

“Good girl”. Claudia moves off you and inserts a finger into your pussy, making you moan loudly again. “Oh fuck, it feels so good”. Your girlfriend starts fingering you, making you ramble random words.

“Another one please”. You beg, needing more. If you wouldn’t be that turned on, you’d be confused as why Claudia would directly add another finger since she loves to tease you, but right now you’re too desperate to feel anything besides her body.

“Good girl, taking me that well, I’ll add another one, alright?” You nod happily, your body feeling amazing under her touch.

“I’m coming in a bit”. You moan out and arch your back again. Claudia looks at you adoringly. Your moans are music to her eyes, making her pussy drip.

When you’re nearly coming she removes her fingers from you. “What are you- ah fuck” You’re not able to finish your sentence due to Claudia pushing the strab on into your tight pussy.

“Relax cariño, you’re doing so good. Will you be my good girl and take my cock?” Claudia smirks at you and starts to leave kisses all over you again.

“Yes, I will be. I’ll do everything you ask me to”. You connect your lips with hers and she starts to thrust into you, holding your hips in a bruising grip.

“It feels so good Claudia”. By now Claudia is a moaning mess as well, the fabric of the strab on rubbing onto her clit with every thrust.

“Oh yeah? Do I make you feel that good?” You nod and put your legs around her waist, pulling her even deeper into you. “You’re the only one who’s able to make me feel so good”, You praise her.

“Good, I want you to come so hard for me amore, show me how good I make you feel”. She starts to rub your clit when she feels herself getting close.

With one harsh thrust, she pushes you off the cliff, coming shortly after you. “Thank you Claudia, it was so amazing”. She removes the strab on and is softly kissing your hips where she left some bruises from her firm grip.

“No problem amore, I love you so much. Do you still want to make us public?” She asks you and you cuddle into Claudia. “Yes, only if you want to. But I am definitely ready. I mean you were my first kiss, my first time and my first and last love”. She blushes at your words and kisses your lips again. “Alright, then let’s make a post.”

You choose two pics for your post, one when you and claudia were 17, holding a trophy and Claudia kissing your cheek and one from last week. It’s a mirror selfie of you kissing each other. You caption it with “sharing first crush, first kiss, first love, first time and first champion league trophy, love you @claudiapina”.

Claudia decided for a picture of you at the beach, where you’re sitting on her lap and you’re kissing each other again. Her caption is “always my first @y/n”.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso one shot #woso smut #woso fanfics #claudia pina x reader #claudia pina imagine

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justathoughtfulangel · 8 months

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Nothing But The Truth ~ Kai Parker One Shot

*not my gif

Pairing: siphon!Kai X witch!Saltzman!Reader

Word Count: 3,388

Requested?: Yes

This is a sequel to "I'd Rather You Lie." I've done my best to make sure this piece is readable as a one shot, but if you'd like to read the prequel, please read it here.

This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rosie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N :)

Description: Kai betrayed her trust, used her for his own selfish means. Now, he can't bear the pain and hurt he's caused her. Malachai understands now that he loves her, but is love enough to mend a broken heart?

Warnings: angst/heartbreak and minor mature language

The story begins after the break! I hope you enjoy reading it :)

“I’d rather you lie.”

It was easier for Rosalie when he lied. It had been easier to believe it was real. Now, she’d heard the lies so often she couldn’t possibly know what was true anymore. Kai’s ramblings came to a halt. Rose’s smile was more akin to a grimace. There were no tears in her eyes; there was nothing in her eyes as if there was no soul behind them.

Malachai had hurt many people in his life. He’d murdered his siblings, and he’d spent years torturing himself. Somehow, this emptiness in her was worse than all the damage he’d done combined. “Rosalie…” She just shook her head, walking passed him. There was still no emotion on her face as she hugged her winter jacket around her body. Kai watched her walk away, feeling the snow settle in his hair. The cold did not compare to all the pain that consumed him.

He tried to take a shaky breath. With a choked gasp and unbearable pain in his heart, Malachai watched her until she became a speck of dust in the distance. The worst part of it all? She didn’t turn to look back at him once.

Was it his fault for breaking her heart, or was it hers for allowing him to hold it in the first place? Her brain and heart grappled over this question every night, making it impossible to sleep. Thanks to Kai, she couldn’t return to the life she’d once loved. There was nothing left inside her that would allow her to love.

It wasn’t as if Rose was a stranger to pain. She’d been abandoned by people before. The people who brought her into the world had died. The ones who adopted her into their home as a child saw her as only a paycheck. Even Alaric was dead for a few years before miraculously coming alive again. None of those heartaches had destroyed her in the same way Malachai had.

Perhaps it was because it was her first time truly being in love. She couldn’t feel anything anymore, not even anger. Though her mind and heart disagreed on whose fault it was, they both knew feeling the agony of that betrayal would consume her.

For now, all she could do was continue existing in an endless cycle – school, work, Dad, friends, eat, sleep, repeat. ~

A new semester was starting after winter break, and Rosalie considered it a fresh start. She would put herself out there again; she’d try to come back to life. Rose was sitting in a large lecture hall, waiting for the professor of her creative writing course to arrive. She twirled her stylus around her fingers, making random doodles on her iPad. Someone sat down a few seats away from her, but she paid them no mind.

The hall continued to fill, and Professor Smith arrived ten minutes late. She was fun, and her quippy nature made up for the tardiness. Listening to a professor review a syllabus wasn’t boring for once. Rosalie was paying close attention, jotting down miscellaneous notes about due dates and assignment details.

“Your final paper, worth 30% of your grade, will be a writing piece: eight to ten pages long with attention to all topics and techniques we’ll review throughout the semester. Students who do best on this assignment never fail to present their learnings in a unique, refreshing way. Nothing should limit your imagination. Isn’t that right, boy who can’t stop staring at the girl in his row?” Rose was looking at the professor when she singled out the student not listening. As did the other students, she, too, looked around to see who the professor was scolding. Her grip slackened on her stylus as she heard his voice a few feet away. She would know that voice anywhere. “Y-yes, Professor. I’m sorry.” The professor nodded and continued. Malachai stole one more glance in her direction when the professor’s back was turned, and his eyes met Rosalie’s after weeks of not seeing each other.

Before he could talk to her, Rose rushed out of the lecture hall. Was he stalking her now? Swallowing away the bitter taste in her mouth, Rosalie instinctively made her way to her dad’s office. Glancing at the time, she knew Alaric was giving a lecture. Unlocking the door with magic and locking it behind her, Rose collapsed onto the couch. Her head fell into her hands, and her foot tapped against the ground anxiously.

Rosalie hadn’t yet asked her dad for Kai’s true story. She didn’t want to know it anymore; she told herself she didn’t care about him and whatever was causing him pain. Whether she would admit it or not, Rosalie was lying to herself, just as Kai had lied to her for weeks.

She stayed in the same spot for hours, finally looking up when she heard the door unlock. Alaric smiled at his daughter, unsurprised to find her here. This was a first-day-of-the-semester tradition for them – tea in his office and unpacking what happened in their new classes. Ric turned on the hot water kettle, pulling out mugs and tea for them. He only noted her troubles when she greeted him without energy, and his smile faded quickly. “Rosalie? What’s the matter?”

Rose sighed deeply, not knowing where to start. “I need you to tell me everything about Kai, Dad. Please.” The turmoil had been suppressed long enough; she bit the bullet and watched Ric’s expression twitch. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Hot water and honey were poured into their mugs. Rose kicked her shoes off, curled her legs under her, and claimed the steaming cup of tea. The silence was broken only when Alaric sat beside her on the couch.

He was torn about how much he should involve her but hiding the truth from Rose allowed Kai to hurt her. Ric wouldn’t hide things from her anymore. “Malachai is Josette’s twin brother.” A confused expression came over Rose’s face immediately. “Jo is in her early 40s. How is that possible?” To his credit, Alaric told her everything without biased embellishments, telling her the story exactly as Jo told him.

Of course, even he didn’t know the story from Malachai’s perspective.

He told her about how Kai was meant to merge with Jo and become the leader of the Gemini coven, how he was never worthy of the position. When he found out the thing he lusted after for twenty-two years would never be his, Kai snapped, murdering four of his little siblings in cold blood. Kai stuck a hunting knife into Josette and took out her spleen. Ultimately, he was after Lucas and Olivia. The Coven locked him up in a prison world, and he escaped when Bonnie and Damon ended up there after the Other Side collapsed.

Rosalie listened to everything, finding it impossible to believe that the guy she knew – the guy she thought she knew – was capable of all of this. Even as she left her dad’s office, Rose repeated the story in her mind. There had to be more to this story. No one was born evil. Something must have happened to Kai - something so horrible and cruel that his only choice was to protect himself this way.

Alaric had heard the story from Jo, but he hadn’t seen the tears Kai shed when no one was around to see them. Whatever caused him to snap tormented him even now, and no one should live that way. Despite this, Rosalie didn’t have it in her to forgive him. Maybe it was selfish, but he’d used someone who trusted him for reasons she could barely justify.

The door to her apartment closed behind her. Trying to push the thoughts away, Rose walked over to her fridge. She pulled it open, and the wave of cool air sent her mind reeling back…

Even on the drive back to Mystic Falls, her thoughts were consumed with Kai. He’d kissed her, and then he disappeared. What kind of decent person does that? Rosalie had begun to think that maybe she didn’t know Malachai at all. Her thoughts would be proven right a few minutes later. When Rose entered the Salvatore House, she heard the flames of the fireplace crackling and voices coming from the living room. “How do you know my daughter?” Her dad was threatening someone, holding them by their neck as he tilted the chair towards the fireplace. Damon forced him away, trying to calm Alaric down. “Easy, Papa Bear. Kai’s going to cooperate. Talk. Now.” Kai? Her Kai? No… “Didn’t you know? I’ve been dating her for a while. Here I thought she told you everything, Alaric. Of course, she thinks it’s real, which is sweet, really. At least someone among us has a heart.” Kai kept on talking, but she heard none of it. It was as if her senses had been disconnected from her brain. “She’s just so welcoming… it was so easy to step into her life. I could get into all of yours and take what I’ve always wanted. But you really didn’t need to torture me to get that out of me, did you? I think I’m an excellent communicator.” Damon and her dad had already seen Rose standing there, and when Damon forced Kai’s chair around, she registered the briefest flicker of remorse in his eyes. She didn’t have it in her to care, not right now. All she did was turn around and leave. The air outside felt so much colder than she could bear. It bit her cheeks as tears filled her eyes. Rosalie refused to let them fall. She would not cry over someone who was using her.

The tears that had refused to spill all those months ago came bubbling to the surface. Her knees buckled below her, and her hands rushed to cover her mouth as a pained scream came out. All the agony at his betrayal created burning trails on her cheeks, and as she curled up on the ground, her shoulders shook with each sob.

Rosalie finally let herself admit that she had loved Malachai: she probably still did. She’d put her heart into someone’s hands for the first time and this was what she earned in return. Nothing in her life felt fair. How many more people would hurt her before she could finally be free?

The anguish she’d failed to acknowledge and process now took over. It subsided hours later when the chill from the open fridge had coated her spine and the door beeped in protest. Rose gave it a weak push and it creaked shut.

She’d loved him, and now she didn’t think she could love anymore.

Caroline smacked a piece of paper down on the table in front of Rosalie. “The annual Whitmore Bitter Ball is on Saturday, and you’re coming.” Rose picked up the flyer, smiling without amusement at the clashing black and grey letters. “Come onnnn, you’re the one that’s most bitter in love out of any of us.”

Elena and Bonnie gave Caroline a withering stare, while Rose just shook her head. “Sorry… insensitive.” She cleared her throat, trying to dispel the awkwardness. “You should come, Rosalie. We all deserve a night out.” Elena was gently encouraging in stark contrast to Caroline. Rose didn’t know how she felt about it. “Okay, dance or no dance, at least come dress shopping with us? We need your opinions.” Truthfully, it sounded dreadful. After a long blink, Rosalie smiled and agreed. “Fine. It’ll be just like high school.” It wouldn’t be for her; it would be for her friends.

A few hours later, Rosalie was walking between aisles upon aisles of dresses. Some were gaudy and drew way too much attention. Some were too plain for a ball. Then again, maybe plain was best – something that could help her hide in the shadows as she attended the dance for the sake of her worried friends.

Rose ultimately chose a silken, black gown. It had an attractive sweetheart neckline and golden embellishments around the waist. The skirt didn’t puff out obnoxiously, and with a golden mask to abide by the masquerade policy, it was the perfect disguise.

On Saturday evening, Rosalie found herself standing in the corner of the grand ballroom. People were all over the place: some drunk, some dancing, some crying, and some doing all of the above. Rose watched people move about behind her mask, twirling the straw around in her gin and soda with extra limes. She’d promised Caroline she’d stay out for an hour, and thankfully, the hour was almost up.

Downing her drink, Rosalie walked across the dance floor. She had managed to artfully avoid the masses until she reached the bar. The glass clinked down onto the granite counter, right beside someone also attending this ball alone. He turned around slowly, setting down his own glass. They looked at each other silently for a few heavy seconds, neither saying a word.

Malachai’s eyes shined in the dim lighting of the ballroom, swimming with numerous feelings yet glistening with the joy of seeing her. Rosalie’s expression remained passive, unreadable. She’d cried her heart out already. What was the next step in the process of healing from heartbreak?

“I don’t know how a ball for the brokenhearted could be such a hit,” Kai said. Rose smiled without amusement, looking around at the crowd once again. “You never know, maybe lots of people have broken hearts around here.” Malachai swallowed away the knot of emotion in his throat, his eyes darting to the dance floor. “Maybe you’re right.”

He refused to meet her eyes, and it sparked something inside her. It was some convoluted mixture of rage, pain, desperation, and, most unexpectedly, a tinge of hope. “Dance with me?” She held out her hand to him in challenge. Kai’s gaze flit between her hand, the dancing couples, and the gleam in her eyes. Whatever brought it back, he’d missed it dearly. He took her hand, leading her to join the crowds.

Rose let out a soft laugh at the song change, wondering if Caroline had something to do with the music. War of Hearts played over the speakers as Kai’s hand came to rest on her waist. Their fingers linked together, and this time, everything else fell away.

Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you.

Both recalled the same memories as they stepped in unison. Their awkward first interaction in the coffee shop. The first date where Kai was trying to be charming but ended up spilling soda all over his shirt. His tears when the thoughts of his past tormented him. The devastation they both felt when Rosalie found out about Malachai’s betrayal.

“Have you been stalking me, by the way?” Kai almost smiled, his brow rising. “Would you believe me if I said I had no idea you’d be in the same section?” He twirled her around, pulling her back to him. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m supposed to believe, Malachai.”

She’d been the only one who could use his full first name without making him flinch. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Kai sighed, resigned with himself. “I don’t know what I can say, Rose. You have every right to not trust me. Let me just ask you one thing, and then I will leave you alone.”

I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to. I can’t help but want you. I know that I’d die without you.

“Do you honestly think I didn’t break my own heart when I broke yours?” His arms wrapped around her as Kai selfishly pulled her close. If this was the last time, he needed to hold her close. The back of his hand brushed her cheek, and he memorized the feel of her soft skin. He was close enough to see the reflection of his dark, satin mask in Rosalie’s eyes.

Rose didn’t know how to react. Her first instinct was to say no. He had sounded so convincing when he gloated to Ric and Damon about how he used her. How could that be the voice of someone with a broken heart? That same person stood in front of her now, looking at her with deeper affection and sincerity unlike anything she’d known before.

Rosalie held the hand brushing her cheek, wrapping her own around it before stepping away from Kai. “Malachai, I can’t do this again.” Kai had let her walk away once. He wouldn’t give up without a fight this time. “Please… I promise I won’t ever hurt you. I won’t lie to you. From now on, nothing but the truth.”

I can’t help but be wrong in the dark, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts. I can’t help but want oceans to part, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts.

With those words, Rose threw her arms around Malachai and kissed him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was just plain stupid. It didn’t matter. Not trusting him had been so unendurably painful; even if he played her again, it would be worth it.

Kai froze in surprise for a fraction of a second, not expecting her to give him the one thing he wanted most. He took her face in his hands, suppressing a sob of relief and joy. Malachai brought her closer, hugging her flush against his body.

People still danced around them, oblivious to the two souls who’d found each other and would never part again.

The end of the semester approached, faster than anticipated. Malachai and Rosalie had spent the last months together, and true to his word, he hadn’t lied to her… until tonight.

In his lonesome years in the prison world, Kai had honed his cooking and baking skills. Tonight, after a long week of finals, they were making Kai’s chocolate chip cookies – a recipe he’d refined and mastered over twelve years. Rosalie was whipping together browned butter and sugar, and Kai was chopping chunks of dark chocolate into shards with a knife. The apartment smelled like toasted sugar, and their playful banter brought them much-needed laughter.

“Where’d you put the vanilla extract I brought over?” Rosalie was looking in Kai’s kitchen drawers, and just as she reached one near the edge of the counter, he stepped in front of her. “Not in that one! There’s nothing in that one. Let’s move on.” Why was he in such a rush to get her away from that drawer?

“Malachai… what are you hiding from me?” He sighed and stepped aside, remembering his promise to her. Rose didn’t take her eyes off him as she opened the drawer. Looking down, she halted in shock at the only object inside: a small black jewelry box.

Kai grabbed it before she could, putting it behind her back. She gave him a look, raising her eyebrows in question. “What are you hiding from me?” She repeated her question, her voice even more pointed, now with curiosity rather than suspicion. Adorably anxious, Kai nipped at his lower lip and tugged at his hair momentarily.

Setting the box on the kitchen counter, Kai flipped its lid. Within it, tucked into cushioned velvet, lay matching silver rings. They were similar in style to the ones Malachai often wore, the metal bands thick and fairly plain. He removed them both, showing her the inscription inside the bands: nothing but the truth.

“This isn’t a proposal. Not yet, at least.” Kai’s nervousness didn’t help him get these words out, but when he looked up, looking into her eyes, suddenly it was much easier. “I wanted us to have something that reminds us of our journey and how far we’ve come. I want us to have these.” Before he said anything more, Kai slipped his ring onto his middle finger. Rosalie accepted his gift and put on her ring. She took his hand and laced their fingers together. “Thank you, Kai,” Rose spoke with tenderness, holding Kai’s face. “I’ll never take it off.” Their lips met in a sweet kiss, and the smooth metal of their rings clinked together quietly. They squeezed each other’s hands lovingly, now certain neither would let go.

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That's all for this piece! Thank you to the anon who requested I give them a happy ending; this story would not exist without you :)

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Until next time, JustAThoughtfulAngel

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bangtannies-stories · 2 years

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Running Away from Mafia! Yandere! SKZ (Hyung Line)

Disclaimer: These types do not represent the real SKZ in any way, and should be accepted as being part of an alternate reality.

Bang Chan

- You argued with him because you couldn't believe his paranoia had gotten so bad that he wouldn't let you outside anymore.

- He justified that it was to keep you alive and that everyone was out to kill you.

- So when he went to work, you took the spare key to the security room that you stole from him, and shut off the cctv he had in the house. You then took the chance and ran out of the house.

- About 30 minutes later, you reached a main road and started to hitchhike when a car came by you.

- You were so excited until the window rolled down to reveal a pissed Chan.

- "Where are you going that's not home, babygirl?"

- Needless to say, you wouldn't be leaving again for a long time. Chan locked you in your shared room and put bars over the windows.

Lee Know

- Cold, distant Minho is not as distant as he shows himself.

- He actually watches you very closely and cares about you deeply. Which is why when he got a notification on his phone that a certain somebody left the house and is running through the woods alone, he was coming right after you.

- You were terrified of Minho, so you figured you could leave when he wasn't home. Unfortunately for you, he had silent alarms on all of the doors so if anybody except him went in or out, he'd get a notification on his phone.

- After running for a while, you stopped to catch your breath. Your phone rang.

- "I can see where you are. You can either make it worse and keep going until I catch you, or stay there and accept your punishment."

- Out of fear, you stayed. And 5 minutes later, his car showed up, and he didn't even give you time before picking you up, putting you in the car, and driving off.

- His punishment was him being in dead silence, not talking as to not let you know the anger he was experiencing from your little stunt.

Changbin

- Changbin's mere presence made you curl up in fear. He was so fucking aggressive. Pushing, pulling, hitting, whatever you can think of.

- So when he left you to go to work, and you were all bruised after a morning of Changbin deciding you deserved to be hurt, you finally had enough. You had to escape this monster.

- You packed a large duffel bag, stole one of his emergency cards, and stole one of his cars. You couldn't be near him, he is gonna kill you.

- You checked into a motel in the middle of the city and began wondering if you should go farther. As you thought about a new life, you fell asleep.

- Your peace didn't last long, as you woke up around three AM to find yourself handcuffed to the bed and Changbin right beside you.

- "I guess I didn't love you enough. Let me love you harder, dollface."

- He beat you badly that night for leaving him, and then picked you up and took you home. He also killed the people at the check in desk since they let you stay there.

Hyunjin

- You were in the middle of arguing with Hyunjin about going on a date with friends when he punched the wall in anger.

- "YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITHOUT ME!" He shouted.

- Out of pettiness and anger, you opened the door.

- "Don't you dare take another step out of that door."

- What did you do? You ran out of the door and down the street, with Hyunjin right on your tail.

- You crossed the street and as you were running, you tripped and fell with your leg starting to bleed.

- Hyunjin approached you and picked you up.

- "Maybe some time alone will fix your behavior."

- He locked you in the spare bedroom without tending to your wound, which was stinging and in pain.

- I don't think you're gonna run from him again when this is over.

#skz han #skz hyunjin #skz changbin #skz imagines #skz #skz minho #skz felix #skz yandere #stray kids #skz mafia au

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Steady Heart

Chapter 28: Achilles Heel

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, angst

* Word count: 1,867ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: Okay, I lied. One more because I have an uneven number queued. Then I’ll follow the rules. Scouts honor lol. 🤓 Things are starting to ramp up, Kayce and Stella are finally coming back to some kind of normalcy. It’s been rough, but we’ll get there. Also, this is shorter than normal, but it worked well for splitting these events up. I hope y’all don’t mind, I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

“What! You told me you ran into him!” Ryan cried out.

“Okay I bent the truth! I’m sorry. I knew if I told you that 30 minutes ago, you would have burnt the whole state of Montana to the ground!” She defended herself.

All the men moved closer to her instinctually. Rip started in on her hard. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me when I picked you up?!”

“Because I wanted to tell everyone all at once, Rip!” Was he even listening?

He came back at her even angrier. “Bullshit! Were you gonna say anything at all?!”

“Yes! My god! I’m here aren’t I?”

Kayce targeted her next. “You’re only here because your brother and I made sure you’d come talk to my dad.”

John interrupted. “All of you quit!” He locked in on Stella. “What did he want?”

“I asked him and he said something about liking my property, yadda yadda, and got insulted when I asked who he was again and told me I work for a ranch that has started to annoy people. Then read me like an open book almost to every little detail about my life.” Stella crossed her arms and shook her leg. The memory of Malcolm’s unnaturally blue eyes staring into hers as he recited her information sent a chill up her spine.

“I told him I wasn’t interested in anything he had to offer. He said I was a soft spot for people here, which I beg to differ,” she focused on the floor, “but whatever. Then he said he would be seein’ me real soon. Whatever that means.” She looked back up at John and shrugged.

“So long story short, what I wanted to say was, I’m not sure Jenkins is our culprit for those cows being dead. Somethin’ about Malcolm and his brother doesn’t sit straight with me. He was fishin’ for somethin’, but I don’t know what.” Her cheeks were flushed by the time she was finished. Stella felt like she was on trial. Especially with the way everyone just looked at her angrily and didn’t say anything. “You can choose to believe me, or not, but I’m tellin’ you right now somethin’ ain’t right.”

“Damn it.” John looked to his son. “Kayce, what did you find out from Jenkins?”

Kayce watched Stella, who focused on John. She turned her body to face the patriarch, trying to pretend she was anywhere but in the room with them. He announced. “Wasn’t Jenkins.”

Rip mumbled a cuss to himself. That meant they were dealing with a different player; and that player was bigger, and seemingly interested in Stella.

“How do we know it wasn’t him?” John asked.

“I looked him in the eye and it wasn’t him.” Kayce made direct eye contact with his dad.

“I can also attest that he wouldn’t know the first thing about cows or how to kill them.” Stella added.

She finally locked eyes with Kayce. He looked tired. “You okay?” Everyone could tell there was something deeper behind her question. Even though it seemed like she wanted to be out of any room Kayce was in.

“It went fine.”

Stella scowled at him for ignoring her actual question.

“Let me talk to my son please.” John excused the three of them. Stella wasn’t sure what was going on, but if it meant she could escape, she’d take it.

Kayce stayed behind to talk to his father. At first they talked about something Kayce had done in war that had changed him forever. His heart raced just reliving the memory. If he could go back and have it happen differently, he would in a heartbeat. Kayce wanted to leave, but John stopped him.

“What’s going on with you and Stella?”

Kayce sighed. “Nothing dad.”

“Her looking like she was about to claw her way out of the window to get away when you went in on her says otherwise.” John leaned back against his desk smugly. He was almost certain he knew what was coming.

“There is nothing going on between Stella and I. Nothing.” He tried to be stern in his answer to get his dad to stop asking. He was confused as to what was going on himself. He had fucked up. Simple as that.

John stayed quiet and examined his son. Kayce’s face was flushed, and his voice let John know he was confused. If he didn’t know any better, he would say Kayce looked like he was going to panic. He looked like he was in love. That’s how he had looked when he found Evelyn.

Kayce couldn’t take the silence any longer. “Okay fine! We slept together. So what?”

‘Ah. There it was.’ John thought to himself as he breathed out a chuckle. This wasn’t when or how he thought this conversation would come up, but he knew it would cross him one day. “And when was that?”

Kayce looked down. “A few days ago.” He refused to tell his father that it was more than once.

“And you just got back from visiting with Monica? Now I understand why she wanted to leave so badly.” John worked out. He watched as his son squirmed. “How did things go with Monica, by the way? Especially with this new,” there was no real way for him to say this delicately, “development.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it dad.”

“But you’re gonna have to sooner or later.”

“She wants a divorce.”

“What for?”

“A lot of things.”

John crossed his arms. “What are you gonna do, son? Because that woman out there has stood behind you through thick and thin. Even after you broke her, she still made sure you were okay. Didn’t like that you ignored her actual question, but she still did it.”

Kayce got frustrated and slammed his hand against the door. “I don’t know! On one hand Monica is my wife, the mother of my son, the lov—,” he stopped himself. He didn’t know if he was choked up, or if he couldn’t actually bring himself to say it.

“— But?” John interrupted.

“I don’t know, dad. I just — I don’t know.”

Making it to the door, Stella started to pick up her pace. She thought she was home free when her feet hit the porch. She would have been if Rip’s rough hand didn’t grab her elbow. Her shoulders sagged. “Listen I know you’re both angry I didn’t tell you right away, but can one more person not be mad at me today?” She looked down at the floor of the porch. “I have Ryan double mad at me, you, probably Mr. Dutton. Kayce and I are weird right now…,” she trailed off. The list could go if she thought about it hard enough.

“Yeah we noticed.” Ryan informed her crossing his arms.

Stella pulled her lips in. She hoped she had hidden it better than that. ‘Great.’

“Was it really that noticeable?”

Ryan scoffed. “You looked like you wanted to be anywhere but where Kayce was.”

“You didn’t wanna be around him the other night. You were upset about somethin’.” Rip started to put two and two together out loud for Ryan. He didn’t want to be the one to spill the beans. “Somethin’ about you broke your own heart.”

“I was really hoping that you wouldn’t have remembered that.”

“What happened between you two?” Ryan asked. Stella remained quiet with her lips pulled in. “C’mon Stell. You gotta lay it out there at some point.”

She looked out along the dark horizon line and wished she could shrink herself. It was embarrassing enough to have the thoughts run through her own head, let alone say them out loud. Especially to her brother and a man she considered a brother.

“I thought something might have changed between us, but it didn’t. I was just a hopelessly hopeless romantic caught up in my own delusion.” She moved her hands in a ‘giving up’ motion. Her voice came out more quietly than before. “It doesn’t matter.” She stepped toward the stairs. “Can we be done here? Please?”

Kayce came out of the house looking flustered. His gaze landed on Stella and both of them seemed to stop breathing. “Can I talk to you?”

Stella breathed in. “I mean, no,” she blew the breath out, “but you’re gonna keep tryin’ until I let you. So I guess.” She crossed her arms and looked at the other two men. “Can you guys give us a minute? I’ll be right behind you.”

Ryan stepped forward and Rip reached out to stop him from getting too close. He threatened the man responsible for hurting his sister. “You hurt her even more, and everything else you’re going through will be the least of your worries.” Rip grabbed his shoulder to direct him to the horses.

Stella watched them trot off. Ryan gave her one last look and she nodded to him. It was quiet behind her, and she was half expecting Kayce to be gone when she turned around. Holding her head as high as she could, she pivoted around to face him. She fixed her glasses and sniffed. “Well, let’s have it.”

Kayce got a good look at her face. She looked humiliated. He had hurt her badly. He was afraid it was past the point of repair. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me too Kayce.” She looked down, sullen.

“I shouldn’t have come onto you like that. We shouldn’t have done it at all. I ruined a perfectly good friendship.”

“Yeah I know it was a mistake. Is that all you wanted to say? Because I could live without the embarrassment of hearing, let's just pretend this never happened.”

“No. I wanted to tell you Monica and I decided to co-parent, but we can’t go back to each other.”

“Okay that’s great, but now I feel dirty. Like I was just a distraction, which I mean I was. A distraction for you at my expense. I just don’t know if I can get past that.”

Unbeknownst to the two of them, John had snuck out onto his porch to hear how this would play out.

Kayce started, “I understand, but—,” and Stella interrupted him.

“— Do you really have any grounds to stand on to place a ‘but’ in there? I was blinded by the feelings I’ve had for you since we were kids and somehow, whether you realized it or not, you used it to your advantage.” Her eyes stung. “I thought I was always safe with you.” She said in a small voice. “And to find out I wasn’t, hurts. I let you past everything I had put up.” John tilted his head to the side. She had a point. “So I’m gonna go. I just wanna be left alone.” She spun around to make her way down to the bunkhouse.

Kayce stood there defeated. He knew he’d fucked up big time. If she ever talked to him again, he would be surprised. He heard footsteps on the porch. He turned and saw his dad.

“So how are you gonna make this right, son?”

“I’m gonna respect her and leave her be. I’ve already done enough damage.” He walked off and hopped in his truck.

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Episode 30 - Bonta Folie's (part 1)

This says: "COCO PEOPL PLAQU"

I wonder what this magazine is about, as someone who doesn't read magazines. Swimwear? Beaches?

Guys are we sure she was shaving "him" off, and not "it"? Because I'm scared, Mr submaker.

There are multiple things to point out here:

Simone is basically Joris's babysitter whenever Kerubim leaves. And by god, Kerubim seems to leave a lot.

Living/working across from Kerubim, Julie is familiar with him and Joris, and has a prior relationship. She is an ecaflip, and a fellow business owner, — besides that, being an ex-hairdresser, Kerubim probably has taught her a thing or two. So, she's very happy to see him. Cute.

She discussed Simone's hair, and how to style it with him, without Simone's knowledge.

It's so sad that Simone is trapped in a reality where at times Kerubim Crepin really is as cool and knowledgeable about everything as he likes to present himself.

Imagine if the world's most entitled person entered your coffee shop and turned out to be a 30-year-in-a-row winner of the coffee making competition. Imagine if this happened every day to you at every single place you went to, with the exact same guy.

He's recommended your girlfriend what dresses to put you in, and they're all amazing. Yesterday he forgot a knife on the table, his son began running around with it. You want to beat his ass for both.

The translation here doesn't really carry across that he's saying that he wasn't a male hairdresser, but a Female Hairdresseresse.

"I was a Girlboss, my Jojo! A girlslay, gaslight, gatekeep one!"

Here Julie confirms what I already supposed: that she knows this story, and that he's taught her things.

I want to believe this is Ecaflip's doing, because Kerubim slipping on a banana peel that evil fucking cat left behind twice, and it making his life better each time, would be the funniest brick joke to date.

"LOU PRESENTE

LA _RAIE"

It doesn't look like a V at all, but it would make sense if it said "La Vraie," and they simply didn't bother to add any detail to the letter under his finger.

I think Lou is bisexual, and told him repeatedly about the cool sapphic cabaret she went to, to him, and this man who has never before been interested in cabaret was like "yeah that's probably the best one, the most renowned coolest one." and never understood it's a., lesbian thing.

I think this is the easiest way to explain how he knows about it, yet knows nothing about it.

I will be real, it's heart-warming to see him drink something that isn't beer while in a bar. Though the little artistocratic pinky thing he's doing is... very distracting.

Thank you, ecaflip psychiatric ward, for making him a bit saner, yet insane in new, weirder ways.

Feminism.

(Eric Andre voice) Oh you think the Bontarian Sapphic Cabaret has girl power? Well then, do you think the Bontarian Sapphic Cabaret effectively utilized their girl power by propagating the Bonta-supremacist view among their viewers using their sex appeal, in service of the corrupt nobility?

God, redressing from that costume in five minutes sounds hellish.

A lot of shows would have made an episode, where their male protagonist cross dresses, and infiltrates a "female space", one filled with Goofs about him being a pervert, or uncomfortable, or would have him act visibly flustered. Because it's "funny", man in drag fails at being a woman, laugh.

...I am very happy this one doesn't go in that direction, for many, many reasons.

Realistically, after losing his fiancée, after weeks, or months, in a psychiatric ward, he really wouldn't have "this is a place full of pretty women", of all things, on his mind.

Beyond that, the whole concept of drag as a joke at the expense of the person wearing it, is, well, offensive, and to see it being something more than that, is quite refreshing.

His nerves come from how much he has to do, and how out of depth he is.

This guy has never worked in a high-stress environment like that, he's never done a girly thing before either! He just fucked up a woman's wig, and is about to burn a hole through these clothes. Things are bad.

The real Lili wasn't fucking lying: this really is hell.

Your daily reminder that, for all the jokes of Joris being a manlet, Kerubim is almost the exact same height as he, give-or-take like, ten centimetres.

The thing is that, he used to hate himself so much, that he developed 30-50 addictions and gave her magical amnesia about it.

Now he wants her back so badly that he's drinking tea in taverns, dressing up as a woman (despite, y'know, his incredibly fragile sense of masculinity), and he's chasing her despite knowing how badly he fucked up and that she may never forgive him, simply because he wants to try to make it work anyway.

What he hadn't solved, is his issue with lying, but it is a nice sentiment, — for him to be ready to toss aside his previous identity that used to serve as his shield, in favour of this more vulnerable, girlfailure-esque one.

He can't even muster it in him, to feel bad, when Lou's teasing him here.

I think it's also important to point out that this episode is, funnily enough, one where we see young Kerubim at his most carefree and happy, and his relationship with Lou at it's peak.

He isn't forcing himself to learn how to do make-up through gritted teeth just to get closer to her. He's learning that his girlfriend's interests are fun, and that he likes it. That he's been missing out all this time.

Yes, as an old man he views it as "forgetting who he really is," but to say this didn't affect him greatly, would be a big, big lie. He is still implied to, at times, do drag. He's far more emotionally open with his peers, and doesn't really view it as a weakness anymore. He knits, for god's sake.

Also, and I'm sorry for this., but he has an actual fucking Single-Mom Syndrome. A fatal case of it, in fact. So that's just one last nail in the coffin, proving that this really was one of the most profound thing to ever happen to him, and one that changed his brain chemistry forever, for better or for worse.

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Survivor's Remorse (XIX)

Part One | Part 11+

Peeta

After 30 minutes of more of his time wasted, Peeta let out a sigh so loud and deep, it shook the large table his cheek rested on.

"You brought me out of my room.... for this? Can I have my morphling and go back to my nightmares in peace now?"

"Peeta, is there something you'd like to add?", Plutarch asked chipperly.

Peeta turned his head so that his right cheek rested on the table and he was looking over the military and diplomatic officials of 13. All of which were looking at him with differing expressions., none of which he cared to decipher.

"No. Which is why I want to know why I'm here. I have no reason to be at another war mongering table, as it makes its plans, to do just what it was made to. So again....why am I here?"

"We would like to bring you in and involve you in the taking back of the Districts. Haymitch has informed us that you've agreed to become a part of the rebellion", Plutarch explains gesturing between Peeta's slumped form and Haymitch sitting directly across from him, trying not to appear as though he was sleeping for half the meeting.

"If Haymitch led you to believe I wanted any part in the planning of killing innocents, he lied", Peeta scoffed still refusing to lift his cheek from the table. "I've had my fill and unlike all of you, with your guns and bombs, it's a bit bloody and personal for my taste"

"War is never personal", the snow haired woman he'd come to know as Coin, spoke coolly.

Now Peeta was enraged and repulsed, his head lifted quickly from the table, eyes locking with the cunning leader. He hated how both she and Snow had such bright white hair, though hers had streaks of deep grey that matched her name. Peeta did not like this woman or her callous attitude towards life in the slightest.

"Murder is always personal", Peeta rumbled so lowly, it was practically a growl as his eyes held hers, refusing to break contact with their soulless depths. They were such a light grey they were almost as light as her snow-white hair. Even her lifeless eyes irritated him. "Just because you have the luxury of commanding other people to do it for you, doesn't mean it isn't personal. People aren't just numbers. Every. Single. Life. It was someone with hopes, dreams, family and love to give. You clearly have been underground with your perfect little soldier fucking fantasy world where everyone falls in line, living the life you designed for them. Come topside and join us in the real world, where the children are forced to kill each other and watch the life leave their eyes as your hands are covered in their blood, clawing at you to get just one more breath. Not with guns. Not a bomb that you can drop from miles away, to reap the fruits of your deadly gifts with no guilt as you watch it melt the flesh from women and children! No! We are forced to murder each other with our bare hands, while all of you sit here in your cozy little fuckin pods ordering us to do it for you!", Peeta roared now on his feet, having thrown his chair at the wall opposite him, Haymitch having long since ducked seeing this outburst coming.

When it hit the wall, Peeta pushed away from the table and stormed out of the room without a backwards glance, one hand in his pocket and the other tugging at his hair.

"I told you", Haymitch shrugs at the rest of the diplomats who were looking to him for an explanation. "A teenager he may be in age, but that is a man on the brink. And he is ready to burn the world to match the flames of pain it's dished out to him from day one. He doesn't give a shit about your battle plans. If it doesn't involve a way to get her, he could truly not give a damn"

"So, what do you propose we do to make him more amicable?"

"Stop wasting his time. It's only pissing him off. You want a voice for the rebellion that the people resonate with, you have it and you're wasting his time with strategy meetings about things he'll never need to know about. Use his voice. His intellect. Peeta isn't the type of person that revels in the killing of others. He wants peace, to be able to love and live free. That's all he's ever wanted for himself and everyone else. If it's not about that, he just Does. Not. Care", Haymitch shrugs, chewing on his lollipop and doodling on the paper in front of him, still not looking at the rest of the room. He was annoyed that he had to be at the meetings, he couldn't imagine what the pointless chatter did to Peeta.

"A voice. You want us to let him talk directly to the people? You think that would work?"

"He's had it with the bureaucratic politics. All a Victor cares about is action. Words have meant very little to any of us", Finnick tacked on, popping a sugar cube in his mouth, adding his own doodles to Haymitch's paper. "If you want all our cooperation, give us yours"

"Here, here", Beetee slapped his hand to the table in agreement.

"Then, what would you all suggest?"

****

Peeta sat on his bed and rolled the pearl he'd given you on the beach across his lips. He remembered with a deep sadness your last words to him when you'd placed it back into his hands that night of the Quarter Quell.

"Give it back to me when I come back. Remember, we protect each other?"

"Always" Peeta nodded, his hand on your hip and forehead resting against yours.

-Excerpt from

Survivor's Remorse

Chapter 19. Damn Diplomacy!

Available on Wattpad: MADDINK0318

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Tyler Posey- Insecurities

Being in the public eye has its positives and it’s negatives. Unfortunately some days the negatives seems to out way the positives. When I was asked to come back to film for the Teen Wolf movie I was more than excited to. I couldn’t wait to see my best friends, some who I’ve not seen for a while now and working with my boyfriend,Tyler, again I just couldn’t wait. But I know since we finished the final season I have put on weight which the media have picked up on. Tyler and I have been dating since season 4 of Teen Wolf and tonight is date night. We have both been busy today filming but knowing that it was only a day shoot for all of us we decided that today would be perfect. Weirdly Tyler has told me to get ready in my trailer.

So here I am trying on dress options I had brought with me. Trying to get ready for my date but I just can't find the right one. I'm looking at myself in my full length mirror. Sighing I sit on my couch and look at Instagram for ideas, maybe I can text Holland or Shelly to run to mine and Tyler’s hotel room and get me some more clothes. However instead I end up seeing different Instagram models. Stupidly I begin to compare myself to them. The extra skin on my stomach, my thighs, my arms. I sit there not realising that I'm crying until my trailer door opens

“Tyler wants to know if your nearly ready because…. oh my god YN what’s wrong?” In runs Holland, shutting the door behind her “Are you hurt? Feel sick? Has something happened between you and Tyler?”

“No” I shake my head

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Just in my head”

“About what?” Holland is now by my side pulling me into her

“Why does he love me?”

"What do you mean? YN Tyler loves the hell out of you, do you not realise how much he talks to the boys about you? God he doesn't shut up about you YN he loves you. What’s brought this on? You know he loves you”

“I know he loves me, but why. He could have anyone. A model for Christ sake, but he chose me” Holland then looks over at my phone and sees that I’m on Instagram

“You really need to get off social media if it’s hurting you so much. These bodies are fake, you are real and that what Tyler loves about you. So let’s get you dressed and redo your makeup because Tyler is waiting”

"I'm not in the mood to go out now. Can you tell Tyler I’m not feeling well”

“Not gonna happen because either way you have to see Tyler, you live together remember. And anyway he has something planned so come on we have got 30 minutes before the love of your life will knock on that door with a bunch of flower"

Just as Holland had said 30 minutes later, Tyler knocks on the door with a bunch of peonies, my favourite flowers.

Tyler takes us for a picnic on the lacrosse field, this is where we had our first on screen kiss together, but also where we had our first off screen kiss. Where we both fell in love

"Babe are you ok? You've been really quite"

"I don't want to ruin our date"

"Talk to me. We can have more dates but I can't help you if you don't talk to me and tell me what's wrong"

"It's just..." I sigh placing my head on his shoulder "I see these girls on Instagram and then there's me. I'm nothing special and I just don't understand how you could love me when I look like this. I know you love me, but you could have anyone, the media tell me enough that I’ve started to believe them”

"Hey, look at me” I lift up my head and look into Tyler’s eyes “you know what I see. A beautiful, caring, sexy woman who puts other people before herself. I love you YN YLN"

"Even though I'm not stick thin with huge boobs and perfect flowing hair"

"You are perfect to me. Everything about you, I'm not with those Instagram models for a reason. I will do anything to show you that it's you I want. I never what you to feel like I don't want you so that why I'm going to do this" I look at him confused then shocked as I watch him shift and keel on one knee and pull out a box "I have loved you from the moment I set eyes on you. I don't care that you don't look like those Instagram models, your beautiful and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So YN YLN will you marry me?" I begin to cry

"Yes. Yes of course I'll marry you" Tyler puts the ring on my finger and then there's loads of cheers, I look around to see all our friends running to us

"I told you he had something planned" Holland tackles me to the ground in a hug me

“Carful don’t break my fiancé”

“Ahhh your a fiancé!” Shelly squeals with Crystal. I get up and hug Tyler, gently placing a kiss on his lips

"I love you YN"

"I love you too Ty”

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Two Sides of the Coin | Steve Harrington x reader x Eddie Munson (part 2)

Summary: You’re in love with two boys who were completely the opposite, but also had one thing in common; both were in love with the same girl. How would you choose?

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A/N: the long awaited part two. I’m sorry for the delay! It has been a busy couple of weeks and I actually had it written and ready to be posted but I felt like it needed more. This is more reader x eddie munson, but i may plan for the next to be more steve x reader. I’m not sure yet. I hope you enjoy this! x

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You hoped come that Monday, everything would be back to as it was before. You and Steve would partially ignore each other’s existence. You’d be the quiet outcast, read your book and get through the school day.

However, as soon as you arrived at the school and parked in your spot, Steve approached you. “why did you leave on Saturday before I could talk to you?”

You walk past him, hoping he gets the hint that you don’t want to speak to him, “I needed to go home and study.”

“bullshit. Y/n slow down. You’re like 15 minutes early for school! I had to get here 30 minutes early so I wouldn’t miss you walking in.”

“I have a long walk, Steve, I gotta go!”

He widens his steps and quickly steps in front of you, causing you to run into his hard chest, sending your frustration through the roof, “Steve! I have to go!”

You regretted every decision you’d made in the last 24 hours that was Steve related and wanted nothing more than to ignore him. You regretted going to his house to bring the cookies. You regretted caving and entering his house, and you regretted going to his basketball game. You partially regretted sitting with his mother, where the two caught up on everything to do with your life. She listened intently but also made sure to watch her son play. She even discussed how she wasn’t a fan of Nancy Wheeler and brought tears to your eyes when she said she wished the two of you had worked out, believing you two could still work it out if you both truly wanted too. It only confused your heart even more.

“No!” he says sternly, “We’re going to talk about this. I’ve made that mistake once.”

“You have a girlfriend, Steve,” you say defeated. “You have a girlfriend and this, us,” You motion between the two of you, “Is over. It has been for years. You broke my heart then and I won’t let it happen again.”

“There is something still between us, I know you felt it.”

“It wasn’t real Steve.” You say harshly, staring up at him, “It wasn’t real. We were kidding ourselves. So please, leave it alone. Leave me alone and let’s go back to ignoring each other.”

He shakes his head in denial, “No, I can’t do that.” As you sidestep him, he blocks your path.

“Steve!” You snap, growing impatient.

“Everything okay over here?” Eddie asks with an easiness in his voice as he approaches the two of you.

“Stay out of this, Munson.” Steve snaps at him, pointing an accusing finger, “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Well, it sounds like she asked you to leave her alone.” He steps forward, his back now to Steve as he stands between the two of you, “you okay?” Eddie takes in your tear-filled eyes. It’s the moment he tells himself, if he’s ever given the chance to love you, given the chance to show your worth, you wouldn’t be in tears. He wasn’t the one who caused the tears, but it made his heart ache, and he knew he never wanted to see you in that state again.

“She’s fine.” Steve answers for you.

“Dude.” Eddie faces Steve, “I wasn’t asking you.”

“I’m fine. I need to get to class.” You use Steve’s distraction with Eddie to your advantage and head toward the school, tears blurring your vision that you almost run into a bystander.

“Mind your damn business, Munson.” Eddie rolls his eyes and heads toward the school, leaving Steve standing in the parking lot, fuming about how that conversation went.

Eddie realized when he walked into the cafeteria at lunch time, you weren’t in your usual spot, but had picked a far corner and was leaned against the wall, your legs pulled tightly against your chest. You were tucked in a hoodie with the Hobbit opened in front of you.

Eddie wasn’t stupid or blind. He knew what a broken heart looked like. He knew what it meant to keep a guarded heart and he promised himself, he wouldn’t push you. He would wait until you were ready. You would be the one to let him know. He respected you enough to be patient.

He headed your way, greeting you with a soft smile, “hey.”

“hey,” You say softly sitting up to engage in the conversation and letting your feet hit the floor.

“may I sit?” He asks about the seat across from you.

“yeah yeah of course.” You shut the book, bookmarked placed snuggly on the page you were reading.

He takes a seat and for a moment there’s a silence drifting between you. Your mind was somewhere else. “Are you busy after school? I think I have the perfect place for you.”

“And where would that be?” You lean on your elbows, intrigued.

“It’s a surprise. You have to trust me. Can you do that?” He leans forward on his elbows, mimicking you. He places his chin in his hands, earning a smile from you. He was so cute.

“I trust you, Eddie Munson.” You match him, placing your chin in your own hands. Your faces weren’t far apart. You could see he had the tiniest freckle above his lip. “But we have to skip after lunch and go.”

“What?!” He broke into a large smile, “you? Skip school? I don’t know. My bad influence might be rubbing off on you.”

You laugh, “I mean, if you don’t want to-”

“No I do!” He taps the table with his hands, “let’s do it.”

You grab your bag, “Let’s go then.”

He watches you stand, “Wait, now?”

“uh yeah?” You laugh, “Why wait until the end of lunch.”

“Shit, okay.” He stands, “let’s go.” He holds his elbow to you, “My lady.”

You happily loop your hand through, “why thank you kind sir.”

He drove you to woods, parking off the road. You raise an eyebrow at him, “Eddie..”

“Oh god. It’s not what it looks like! I promise. It’s only a little walk to where we’re heading.” He turns the van off and hops out, but you’re hesitant.

He leans back in through the opened door, hands on the driver’s seat, “If you don’t want to, we can go hang somewhere else.” He grabs the small lunch box from between the seats.

What did you have to lose? You did trust him. He wouldn’t take advantage of you. “No I trust you.” You exit the vehicle and meet him out at the front of the van, taking his arm once more as the two of you make the trek through the woods.

“Do you want to talk about what happened this morning with Steve?” He asks, glancing down at you as you both walked.

You shrugged, “It was nothing.”

“It didn’t look like anything. You were pretty upset.” He points out.

You grow quiet and he decides to add, “Screw Steve. Let’s move on to more important conversations. Like my wonderful Whitney Houston cover the other night.”

You let out a laugh at the memory, “it was perfect.”

“The band doesn’t know this but we’re going to become a Whitney Houston cover band.”

“Stop it!” You gently smack him in the arm.

“And you’re the reasoning behind the change. You inspired me.”

“Stop!” You laugh, “They will hate me! They already do for you making them play the song for me.”

“They adore you. Couldn’t stop talking about you after the show. They enjoyed having their number one fan there.” He bumps his shoulder against yours, “They said if you hang out more though, I have to get you to listen to real music.”

“I do listen to real music!” You defend. “I love Whitney Houston.”

“Yeah but she’s not real music. Real music is Metallica. Or Iron Maiden.” He argues.

You sigh in defeat, “Fine. You’ll just have to show me their music then. What if I don’t like it?”

“Oh you’ll love it. You liked that first song we played didn’t you? I saw you bobbing your head to the beat.”

“it was okay.”

“Okay?!” he shrieks, “It’s only the best song on this universe!”

You stare up at him in adoration, the way his face lights up as he talks about music. You let him go on and on telling you about the band and the songs they play.

He slows his talking when he sees you staring up at him, “What? Am I talking too much?”

“No you’re just.. you’re so passionate about music. Your face lights up when you talk about it.” You smile, “I love hearing you talk about music.”

“Oh,” His head tilts downward, shifting his gaze to the left, “Yeah I love music. It came to me at a really difficult time. My parents passed away when I was about.. 10 and my uncle took me in. I was in a really bad place, mentally. Even at 10 years old. It was rough losing both parents at the same time. And my uncle, he’s the reason I love music. He introduced me to most of these bands and he bought me my first guitar, worked two jobs to pay for lessons. I guess they paid off because now I have this awesome band and play every week at the Hideout.”

You gently squeeze his arm, “I’m so proud of you for finding your passion, even in such a difficult time. You’ve turned it into a great talent.”

“Thank you,” He doesn’t meet your eyes, suddenly embarrassed at the praise. It wasn’t a normal thing for him, “well, it’s through these trees and we’ll be where I was talking about.”

As you two ventured through the thick trees, it cleared to a large lake surrounded by trees. “Don’t hate me, but it is called Lover’s Lake.”

“You sly guy.”

“I didn’t name the lake!” He takes a seat on the edge of the lake, patting the spot next to him and opening his lunch box.

“You know I see you carry that thing everywhere, but never open it for food.” You purse your lips, peeking in the box.

He holds out a bag of joints, “To make our worries go away.”

Your jaw dropped and your eyes went wide, “oh my god, is that weed?!” You quickly pressed his hand down to hide the bag surveying your surroundings, “Eddie Munson we could get in trouble with that!”

“God, I hope you’re not a paranoid smoker.” He opens the bag, “No one ever comes back here. There’s no fish, the lake isn’t safe to swim in and too far off the road to even know we’re back here.”

He holds a joint to you, “Now, I usually charge $25 a joint.”

You hesitate to grab it, “Eddie..”

“But for a first timer, the first one is always free.” He winks.

You press your lips together to stop a smile, “Eddie, I’ve never even smoked a cigarette before!”

“You just inhale, let it sit for a moment and then exhale.” He takes his lighter out of his pocket and places the joint between his lips, lighting it, “Like this.” He inhales, holding it for a moment and then exhales. He holds the joint to you, “If you really don’t want to, I will not pressure you. Please know that.” He’s truthful in his reassurance and you can tell, knowing all you had to say was no, he wouldn’t ask again.

You bite your lip, a sudden feeling of rebellion surging through you, “Okay,” You huff, “No I’m going to do it.” You take the joint and with shaky hands place the joint between your lips, inhaling deeply, but you couldn’t hold it long, exhaling in a coughing fit.

He’d be lying if he didn’t say he was slightly turned on at the sight of you with a joint between your lips. “It’s okay to cough, you’re not use to it.”

He takes it from you as you continue to cough, waving your hand, “That was not good at all,”

He takes another hit of the joint.

You hold you fingers out for the joint but he skips your fingers completely, placing it directly at your lips. Your eyes lock on his as you inhale, holding the breath for a moment and then exhaling. There was less coughing.

“You know Steve would kill me right now.”

“Why’s that?” He finishes the joint, discarding it safely.

“because we took an oath to never smoke. He HATED smoking. Cigarettes, joints, whatever.” Eddie shrugs, ‘I did too, but look at me now.”

He sets the lunchbox aside and leans back on his elbows, “And you know Steve doesn’t own you, right? You’re your own person.”

“Oh, yeah I know.” You place your hands in your lap, “Sorry I don’t know why I brought him up.” You divert your eyes elsewhere, gazing out at the lake.

“Never apologize for that. It doesn’t bother me if you want to talk about it. About him.” He places a hand on your knee, squeezing softly.

You chew on your lip, “No.” You look back at him, “Nope, we aren’t going to talk about him.” You lean back on your elbows next to him, “So when will this hit me?”

You two stayed out there for hours, talking about anything and everything. You two were lost in conversation and hadn’t even noticed as the sun began to set over the lake, giving the gentle yellow and smidge of red in the sky.

“God, I love sunsets.” You sit up, leaning back on your hands as you admire the sunset.

Eddie is leaned on his right side, facing you. His hand cradling his head as he stares up at you, the tiny glint in your eyes as you stared at the sunset above you.

You point out the smidge of red, now turning a pink, “My favorite part is the changing of colors. It could be this bright red and only a few minutes later could be pink mixed with purple.” You glance down at him, to see him staring at you with the matched adoration, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “What?”

He shakes his head with a smile, sitting up, “I’m currently kicking myself for not speaking to you sooner.” He takes a moment to rub his hands together, getting the dirt off.

“And why’s that?”

“Because,” He nervously wipes his hands on his jeans, “oh god, this is going to sound so cheesy,” he chuckles nervously.

“come on, tell me,” You encourage, placing a hand over his knee, “no matter how cheesy.”

“nah.” He shakes his head, standing, “I can’t.” He wipes the dirt off his jeans, “you ready to go?”

“no.” You stand, “I want to hear what you have to say. You can’t say that to a girl and then not follow through!”

“okay look,” He kicks at a rock, “I’ve had a crush on you for years.” He glances at you, standing nearby contently listening, “And you may have not known me at the time, but I was jealous of Steve for being with the most beautiful girl in Hawkins.” He can see you’re still listening and so he continues, “Anyways, after he broke your heart, I could see a difference in you. You lost a piece of you that day, that spark.” He clenches his fist in front of him, then releases it, “And I wanted nothing more than to help you find it, but I was terrified of talking to you. I knew I wouldn’t be good enough for you, how could I be after you were with Steve Harrington, the king!”

He stops messing with the rocks on the ground and stares over at you, “Anyways, I guess what I am trying to say is, I finally had the balls to talk to you and I want you to know,” He takes a step closer to you, “if you give me a chance, I will never hurt you. I will never betray you, betray your trust or your heart. I will wholeheartedly love you with everything I have, with my whole being.” Another step, you’re close enough to touch him, “You deserve to be happy,” He gently runs his finger on the corner of your lips, “And have that smile on your face every minute of the day. Not that soft smile bull shit, but the one where you get the dimple.” He gently points out where the dimple is, “Right here.”

“Oh Eddie,” You take his wrist in your hand, slowly pulling it from your face, both your hands becoming intertwined, “You couldn’t have spoken kinder words and I know you mean every single one of them.” Your y/c/e blur with tears, “but I can’t, not yet.” You place a hand over your heart, “I can’t open my heart for anyone right now-”

“And I’m willing to wait.” He reassures you with a smile, “I’ve waited this long. What’s a little while longer?” He brings your intertwined hands toward him, pressing a soft kiss on your hands, “Just don’t wait 3 years like I did, okay?”

You laugh and nod, “Deal.”

He wipes a stray tear, “Say the words. I’ll be waiting.” He slowly lets go of your hand, “Now, you ready to head home?”

Steve knew you’d skipped the second half of school. You didn’t show up for your shared history class at the end of the day and when he asked one of the girls you called a friend, she said you left early, with Eddie Munson.

He was furious, fuming. Eddie Munson wasn’t someone you needed to hang out with. He’d corrupt you into someone you weren’t.

He kept glancing out his window, waiting for you to pull into the drive, but your car was still no where to be seen. It was getting late and he only grew more worried with every passing minute especially when the sun had set and night settled in. He couldn’t believe it when he saw Eddie’s van pull into your driveway and you step out.

“Thank you for today.” You tell Eddie as he closes the passenger door behind you, “I needed it.”

He slips his hands in his jean jacket, “It was a killer evening.”

You motion to the garage, “I actually don’t have my car,” You laugh, “So, I have no ride to school.”

He nods, “It’s a good thing I do.” He motions to the van, “I’d be happy to take you to school in the morning.” As the two of you walk side by side to the door, unbeknownst that Steve was already heading your way.

“You planned this didn’t you?” You say with an accusing smile.

“You know,” he shrugs, “some things just happen in my favor.”

“What the hell, y/n.” Steve is fuming, “It’s almost 10 o clock and you skipped school today?”

You and Eddie exchange a look, “Eddie, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“I’ll pick you up around 7:50?”

You nod in agreement and Eddie begins to walk toward his van, reluctant to leave you and Steve alone. “Steve, what the hell is wrong with you!” You pull your house keys out of your purse.

He scrunches his nose at the smell, “jesus christ, you reek of weed! Now he has you smoking weed? What the hell is next, cocaine?”

You unlock your door, “Steve, you aren’t going to do this. You have no right to even come over here, judging me of my actions. Not after everything you’ve put me through. You’re not some saint either. It’s not a secret what you and Tommy do on the weekends. Smoking and drinking while your parents aren’t home.”

Steve wears a shocked expression, “That’s not even-”

“Yeah Tommy doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut. So don’t even come at me with the judgement.” You open the door and he catches it with his foot before you can close it on him and places his large hand on the door. “Let me take you to school tomorrow.”

“Eddie’s taking me tomorrow.” You shrug, “I already have a ride.”

“he’s the last person you should be spending your time with. He’s the local drug dealer for god’s sake!”

“Funny, how was that weed Tommy had last weekend?” You raise an eyebrow at him, “Tommy bought it off Eddie, and from what Tommy said, you enjoyed it too.”

“He’s bullshitting, I didn’t even smoke any.” He tries to defend, “that’s not even the point.”

“Don’t act like you’re Mr. Perfect. Now get your hand off my god damn door.”

“He’s only going to end up hurting you.” He moves his hand but not his foot.

“Then he does, it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had my heart broken!” You fire back and he finally moves his foot so you can slam the door in his face.

Not sure how I feel about the end with Steve and reader? I added it after I wrote everything else and I don’t know about the flow, but decided to keep it. Let me know what you think.

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enchantedchocolatebars · 4 months

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Gorillaz Teacher! AU Headcanons

🍎 Original headcanons ✏️

🏫 Ao3 version 🎒

Murdoc:

• Wait, how did he even get this job and why hasn't he been fired yet?

• Teaching is honestly just a shitty day job for him. Once he earns enough, he's quitting to become a famous rock star with his own band! He could see it now: fame, glory, girls. It sounds like a dream come true. But until he had the money to make that dream a reality, he was stuck as the school's social studies teacher.

• When he quits his job as an "educator", it's going to be very similar to the fuck you scene from the movie "Half Baked".

• He is disliked by the students in all of his classes.

• He has a habit of arriving 30 minutes late to class. Sometimes he'll show up completely sober, while other times he'll show up drunk.

• The pickle has WAY too many political views that he refuses to keep to himself.

• If Murdoc falls asleep at his desk, one of the kids might try to either draw a dick on his forehead and take a picture of it, or they might try to put a 'kick me' sign on his back. But they have to be EXTRA careful or they might wake up the grumpy goblin!

• If he does wake up, he'll be extremely mad and end up giving the whole class a pop quiz first thing tomorrow morning.

• He finds grading papers to be too difficult, so he doesn't bother doing it.

• The only time Murdoc actually teaches his class something about social studies is when the principal or some other important staff member walks into the room to see what's going on. Once they're gone, he goes straight back to sleep.

• He believes that Stuart Pot, the new music teacher at school, is an idiot. He decides to give him the nickname '2D' because he feels that the man is too dense. Murdoc has walked by Stuart's classroom a couple of times before and has overheard him and his students singing while he plays the piano. To hear more, he would usually place his ear against the door. He had to admit that the guy had some really nice vocals. Plus, he's tall, pretty, has blue hair, and both eyes! Murdoc makes a mental note to remember to make that Stu-Pot guy the front man of his future band once he gets the money he wants and decides to quit.

• Murdoc only tries to 'befriend" 2D because he's a music teacher and also because he wants him to be his future front man.

• When he learns that the teacher of the class with the highest test scores will receive a large bonus pay, he decides to change his style of "teaching", forcing the students in his class to study intensely for the upcoming test. However, the kids end up getting low scores.

• He has been embezzling money from the 9th grade bake sale.

2D/Stuart Pot:

• He is the new music teacher!

• He quickly becomes well-liked by students and co-workers.

• Stuart is a nice teacher who carries himself off as a goofy professional who knows what he's doing.

• Believes that every one of his students will become a great musician one day.

• At times, he enjoys teaching while music plays in the background.

• He may accidentally give students test answers when they ask for clarification on a question

• He will write original songs for his class to perform.

• Has an after-school club where he teaches students how to play piano, keyboards, and melodica.

• I can imagine him being an actual teacher in real life.

• Stuart is a bit terrified of Murdoc because one time, when the two were on lunch duty together, Murdoc was explaining to him a dream that he had last night where he launched his car through a music shop that Stu-Pot was apparently working at and had knocked one of his eyes out! “ Oh, uh, o-okay… W-Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t actually going to run me over with a real car, right?…RIGHT?!”

Noodle:

• She has a full real name, but prefers to be referred to as Noodle, which was a nickname she received in her childhood.

• The children generally call her Ms. Noodle.

• She's the teaching assistant for Stuart's class!

• She's kind because she helps everyone in the class who needs it, even the spoiled kids.

• She's in charge of the guitar club after-school!

• She really likes the guitar club since it provides a safe and fun environment for students to come together and enjoy music.

• She's a master at playing acoustic guitar and ukulele!

• You'll most likely find her in the teacher's lounge playing on her pink handheld game player while drinking tea and munching on the candy and snacks that they have in there.

• The teacher's lounge is her favorite room to be in for obvious reasons.

Russel:

• He's a no-nonsense math teacher who will joke around with his students from time to time, but then gets very serious with them when it comes to their grades.

• Mr. Hobbs is skilled at making math fun with a capital F!

• They didn’t do so well on a test? Not a problem! Russel will happily allow a student to retake it, as long as they go home and study.

• He will greet each student by their name when they enter his class.

• Russel has a general concern for his students and desires the best for all of them.

• His students can count on him being genuine

• Will bring treats for the class if they did really well on a quiz or test!

• Allows his students to use their phones once they have finished all their work.

• When his students throw him a surprise party in the classroom on his birthday, he breaks down in happy tears.

• Murdoc's classroom is situated across the hall from his own.

• Russel doesn't know why, but he feels that Mr. Niccals is teaching for all the wrong reasons.

• He really doesn't think Murdoc should be teaching teenagers, or really anyone. Russel couldn't think of anyone less qualified to be a teacher.

• Whenever he's in the teacher's lounge, he likes socializing with other teachers like 2D or Noodle, but never with Murdoc. Russel tries to avoid him.

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channiesdelululand · 2 years

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제발

Part 1 Bang Chan x reader

NSFW Part 1 Includes: Preluding to sexual acts, cursing

Part 2 will Include: Rough sex, breath play, choking, begging, degrading kink, orgasm denial, edging, oral giving and receiving, marking, aftercare, cursing

벗어나기 위해 몸부림쳐 봐야 HOLYSHIT! Okay you’ve seen the music video a thousand times but now live in front of you?! The way this man moves, the way those leather pants and cut off shirt leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. How can I even focus on the music when all I can focus is the way the sweat rolls down the back of his neck. The curling of his lip as he sings the chorus. I never thought words could sound so sexual until I heard him growl 걸.

Shit.. How did the song end already?? The whole crowd is silent. Nows my y/n moment, just go for it. Kana looks over at you and laughs because she sees the panic of feral Y/N, she nods in agreement you should do it. She says “Quick yell it!” Your best friend knows you all to well! Its not like you haven’t talked a big game about wanting to shout at 찬 the one phrase he has cheekly deemed okay. Here goes! “찬 제발!!” Most of the members on stage hear you and stop goofing around to look at their leader who at first seems caught off guard. What really is 30 seconds in reality feels like an eternity as 찬 is now looking right at you.. .No into your soul. You can’t tell what his expression means but you feel a jolt of excitement coming from those beautiful eyes of his. They are all laughing on stage as he lifts up his hand in a Darth Vader using the force type of way and says well since you asked so nicely and mimics pushing you back. He does his adorable giggle and then the show continues on to the next song. Lord does this boy have a real hold on your heart.

Kana is shooting daggers as you almost pass out. Oh my god did I just live out my fantasy?! Both of you giggle and squeal that your time to shine had come. Not thinking a whole lot more of it because the next song was on and it was time to go back to feening over the boys!

Walking back into the hotel it feels so surreal. Feet are throbbing, your arm is DEAD from swinging the lightstick all night, but your heart is so full! As you reminisce the past 4 hours of your life a man wearing a black hoodie with the hood up grabs your hand and places something inside. As quick as it happened he was gone disappearing among the guest of the bar spilling into the lobby. Kana walks in right after and notices you frozen in your tracks. “What’s up babe?… Y/N you okay?”

“Yeah, no umm somebody just handed me this.” You hold up what you now realize is a room key with a small note. Are you going crazy? As you start to tell your best friend what just happened it hits you… That frame, the jaw line, the nose… And is that the lingering scent of Versace? No, there’s no way…

“Y/N if you don’t speak I swear to God..”

“Sorry, ummm this guy just handed me this”

“Well, what’s it say?”

You unfold the small note and read, in his unmistakable hand writing, “Meet me in room 1997 in 30 minutes. Don’t keep me waiting. -C”

“Kana, okay don’t think I’m crazy but I think… umm well I am certain that is 찬”

Your best friend has heard you say some pretty delulu shit before but this was insane. An idol wants you to meet him in his room?! Theres no way! Before Kana can check to see if you have some sort of concussion your phone dings. Its bubble, but more importantly its 방 찬.. “Better hurry 😏”.

“Okay, okay maybe I believe you… I mean he did have a hold on you during the concert. Oh my God he is going to have stayville in a whirlwind with that message. Here’s what we do FaceTime me from your phone until he answers the door just to double check. You know getting murdered would really put a damper on this vacation.”

“Hahahah I’d hate to make you lose me to a stranger. Wait I’m sweaty and gross. Oh but I did shave!”

“Y/N, GO! That man is waiting for you. Just you know text me at some point to let me know you’re okay and what you know, how he looks.”

“Shut the fuck up K!” You are both laughing it up as you head to the elevator. You part ways as you are going to the top floor…

An empty hallway but a head full of thoughts… There’s no way this is happening right? You finally reach the door. Do you knock? You have the room key? Shit Kana didn’t FaceTime me. Am I about to die? You put the key to the door and as the light turns green the door opens before you can open it yourself and there he is. Christopher Bang smirking at you. “Took you long enough, Princess.” Before you could respond he already has a very firm grasp on your waist as he brings you inside the room with a swift movement the door is slammed shut by the force of him pinning you against it. “This is what you wanted right? You asked so nicely I wanted to reward such good behavior.”

#bang chan #bang chan fanfic #bang chan smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #fanfic #skz #red lights #christopher bang #pin me against a wall

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