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thefanficmonster · 1 month

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Piss off your parents pt.1

PART 2

PART 3

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Friends to Lovers, Fake Dating, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: You just wanted to rebel a little, how did it get to this?

"Y/N, you're fucking insane." Colby grumbles, struggling as he unbuckles one of his best friends out of the backseat of his car. She, however, seems completely unbothered by him maneuvering her into an upright position. She's giggling, actually, a direct contrast to her mascara streaked cheeks. She's drunk, wasted. Three sheets to the wind, if you will.

He already had to put two other drunk messes to bed tonight, Y/N's his third. He should be getting paid per person and per difficulty. Nate was the easiest to subdue, followed by Sam who put up a brief 'I'm not even drunk, dudeeee' kind of fight. And now her.

The party was at Sam's house so the previous two didn't require any special treatment other than being dunked into Sam's bed. Y/N however...

She'd pleaded with Colby, the most sober one of the bunch, to just let her be. Let loose, get drunk, flirt around a bit. That being said, four hours later - two hours past her curfew - when he tried prying her away from the drink table she put up one hell of a fight.

"You have the balance of a newborn giraffe! You're done! I'm cutting you off!" He'd yelled over the music, hearing his own parents' scolding in his tone but he ignored it. He had to take on the parenting role with his friends, it was his turn after all. He knows they'd do the same - they've done the same - when he was plastered. He owed them the same curtesy. Especially Y/N.

She's usually on parenting duty, not really on the heavy drinker side. But after the fight with her parents she told him about earlier, he can't blame her for wanting to drown it out with a few extra shots.

A few too many extra shots.

He was planning on just safely storing her in one of the guestrooms for the night and playing nurse the following morning when all three would undoubtedly have a hangover. But that's when Y/N's cognitive thought kicked in.

"My parents are gonna kill me if I don't make it home tonight! I can't sleep here!" She was - and still is - heavily slurring her words but the thought of further pissing off her folks drove her into an almost sobering panic. "Call me an Uber while I find my shoes. What time is it?"

Colby had carefully dodged around answering that question, knowing it would send her into a full blown heart attack knowing she was running so late. He tried telling her on time but she'd blown him off, saying she didn't care about the stupid curfew or at least that's how much he'd caught from her string of slurred rambles.

"You're not getting an Uber at this hour. Come on, I'll drive you." He'd said reassuringly as he picked up one of her stray shoes.

They soon found the second one and her missing purse and within fifteen minutes they'd gotten in his car and were gliding down the road with the speed of a tortoise. At this point in time Colby was neither drunk nor tipsy but that didn't stop him from sweating bullets as he operated the vehicle.

"I don't wanna go to Barton!" He'd believed she was asleep after the long stretch of silence following their departure so her sudden exclamation was quite startling.

"You won't, Y/N. You're coming with us to LA, remember?" He believed in that lie as much as she did, but he needed to soothe her somehow.

"Not according to mom! I'm gonna be stuck here in Kansas all my life!" Her anger was now engulfed by sobs Colby gently offered tissues for.

He stayed quiet and let her ramble, only partially listening to the words spilling directly from her heart. He especially tried drowning out the part where she went on a whole rant abut her massive crush on Nate.

But, alas, he wasn't successful, seeing as how he was white-knuckle-gripping the steering wheel more than half the way to her house.

That's how they've ended up here - one a giggly and mascara stained drunken mess and the other a bitter and regretfully sober babysitter. Well, babysitter, Uber driver and therapist all in one. He really should start charging for his services.

He wraps one of Y/N's arms around his shoulders, securing it there by holding her hand while his other arm fixates itself around her waist to keep her upright and at least semi steady on her feet.

With a silent prayer, he tries pushing the front door open with zero luck. It's locked.

He's cycling through all the stages of grief as he comes to terms with the fact that he will, unfortunately, have to ring the bell and alert Y/N's parents of their arrival.

He does just that, although quite begrudgingly, sighing heavily when he sees a light turn on through one of the windows. The sound of oncoming footsteps follows.

His eyes are soon met with the unpleasant glare of Y/N's mom who - as he's picked up on from their handful of interactions - already isn't very fond of him.

Just him!

She's lovely to Sam and Nate, but he's not extended the same curtesy. You can visibly see the air around her get colder when she approaches him whereas she's always been so kind and welcoming to the other two people in their friend group. He hasn't been able to figure out why. Bringing it up to Y/N proved futile as she just shrugged and shook her head.

"No clue, Colbs. But don't take it personally. She's just like that." She had said, but it didn't sit right with Colby. It made no sense. And it continues to bother him.

And unnerve him, specifically now as he's being stared down by her icy gaze.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs. Y/L/N....just bringing Y/N home. She had a little too much to drink." There's no way in hell he could've concealed her drunkenness. She's hanging off of him with her head bowed, her hair forming a curtain over her face. He wouldn't be surprised if he were to find her already asleep.

"You know where her room is." There's an edge to her scoff that could slit a man's throat, but Colby chooses not to dwell on it. Truly, he can't, seeing as how she's already moving away from the doorway and down the hall into the living room, leaving him to deal with the mess she thinks he caused.

He can't find it in himself to be offended right now, although he probably will be later. He has bigger fish to fry.

And so, with his options limited, he opts to pick her up bridal style so he can easily carry her up the stairs. He hopes to God her parents don't see this and get the wrong idea.

Oh if he only knew what's to come...

As carefully as he can, he settles his unconscious best friend on her bed, tucking her in. He's murmuring reassuring words under his breath as he does so, not sure if they're meant for her or him but in the end it all works out.

"Night, Y/N." With that whispered in the darkness of the room and a gentle kiss on her temple, he makes his exit, briefly stopping at the bottom of the stairs to peek into the living room, "Good night, Mrs. Y/L/N."

"It's almost morning." Her reply is on-par with most of their interactions so he just pushes past it, shaking his head slightly before leaving out the front door.

As he does so, he notices the sky has taken on a brighter shade of blue, signaling Y/N's mom really wasn't exaggerating. With a sigh, he gets back behind the wheel, heading to Sam's house to check on his other two patients.

* * * * *

Her head is pounding but you'd never be able to tell from the giant grin on her face as she sprints through the neighborhood, skipping through backyards and hopping the occasional fence to cut the trip short. The strap of a duffle bag is slung over her shoulder, she's clutching onto it tightly. It has all her belongings in it, after all. It's of upmost importance she doesn't lose it.

That's be rather unfortunate right after spontaneously moving out, wouldn't it?

She wouldn't say she got kicked out of the house per-se. That would indicate that she was thrown out against her will. Quite the contrary actually. She was more than happy to leave. Had she known those were the magic words, she would've said them so much sooner.

She catches herself before she can make a face-first collision with Sam's front door, stopping to catch her breath and knock a couple of times. And a couple more times. And a few more times.

It's safe to say she's impatient. But with the news she has, you can't blame her.

"Stop! Stop!" A disheveled Sam finally opens the door, one hand partially covering his pale face, "Too loud..."

Y/N gives herself a moment to feel guilty and hug him apologetically before dashing inside. "Colby's here, right?"

"Yeah!" She hears his voice coming from the kitchen and immediately makes a beeline in his direction, dropping her bag in the foyer.

Upon entry, she finds Colby and Nate sitting by the kitchen island, both in different stages of 'the morning after'. Despite the crippling headache, however, the latter finds it in him to give her a genuine smile, sliding off the stool to envelop her in a hug.

"Aww, is someone hungover?" She mocks Nate, sneaking a sip from his Gatorade.

"Hey!" He complains, reaching over to snatch the bottle from her, "Give it back! I need it way more than you do."

Colby, unable to stomach their interaction - for reasons he doesn't want to get into right now - busies himself by looking down at his phone.

He's known of Y/N's little crush on Nate for months now. At first it was only speculation based off her demeanor around him. And then it was more like a punch to the gut when she tipsily confirmed it one night.

"Colbs?" Her voice snaps him out of his brief bitter spiral, forcing him to look up, "Can I borrow you outside for a sec?"

He's struggled with saying 'no' to her since the day they met. Not that he wants to turn her down, he just wishes he could.

And wishes she didn't. Without even knowing it. Turn him down, that is.

With a nod, he follows her out to the patio where the sun isn't kind to either of them, adding gasoline to the fire of their raging hangovers.

"Sup?" Try as he might, he has never been good at feigning nonchalance around her.

It's surprising to see her nervous. For once, he believes their playing field to be even. "So...I've got good news wrapped up in bad news."

Her words would panic him a lot more had she not come in like a force of nature with a gleaming smile adorning her face. Still, it's not at the top of the list of things he wants to hear on a Saturday morning. So, with an exaggerated sigh, he signals for her to continue, "I'm all ears. The last twenty four hours can't get much worse."

He watches her face twist as she cringes, well aware she's about to prove him wrong, "Well...." With a deep breath, she finally spits it out, "The good news is, I'm coming with you guys to LA."

Colby doesn't spare a second, momentarily forgetting the bad news she'd mentioned as he scoops her up in a hug, "No fucking way! Hell yeah! I fucking told you!" He can't describe the immense joy and relief he's feeling right now. "Kiss that Barton College shit goodbye!"

Giggling, Y/N kicks her feet, looking for solid ground beneath them. Not that she's in a rush to be set back down. In fact, for a split second, she wishes this moment could last forever.

But, she's aware it's impossible.

Suddenly, she feels guilt creeping in for even letting that thought run loose in her head. She doesn't even know how or why it popped up.

She just knows she's about to ruin it all.

"One problem..." It's actually far more than one, but they'll dissect that later on. She just has to get the main one out the way, "You see, how that came to be...."

"You have no shame! You get wasted at parties, break rules, come home past curfew." Mrs. Y/L/N's voice is shaking the house, echoing twice as loudly in Y/N's head as she's just trying to eat a bowl of cereal. "Random people are bringing you home at dawn!"

She has the gull to argue back, "Colby is not just some random person, mom!"

"Oh yeah, he of all people was the one bringing you home! What the hell, Y/N?!"

Her mom has never liked Colby. The problem is, no one knows why. Y/N isn't sure if her mom even knows why. She tried asking once, it didn't go over so well.

But that's when two and two click together into a four in her head - a bright idea. Actually, 'dim' would be better. Nothing bright is welcome within her proximity with the splitting headache she's nursing.

Without a second thought, she blurts out: "What's so wrong with having my boyfriend take me home after a party?"

Her words ring out like a gunshot in the quiet house. Yet they are nothing in comparison to the explosion of her mother's anger in response.

Colby's mouth is hanging open, his gaze piercing through more so than focusing on his friend.

She, on the other hand, is sweating bullets, anxiously waiting for him to say something and break the long silence that has fallen upon them. When he doesn't, she wills herself to whisper a mousy little "I'm sorry."

Finally, a voice leaves his parted lips: "Y/N, you're fucking insane."

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 3 months

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Yandere Frat Bro x Shy! Fem! Reader pt.2

TW: Spanking, masturbation, humping

When you wake up in Ben's bed, you are terrified, especially since you are naked.

"You awake, darling?" Ben asks, turning over to face you.

"Shit! I'm so sorry if we had a one-night stand. I probably drank too much, and now I'm in bed with you," You apologize, scrambling out of the bed.

"Oh, it's ok, darling. A girl like you couldn't have handled my drink anyway. Besides, we can always have sex sober whenever we want now that we're dating," Ben replies, grabbing your body and kissing your neck. "You're all mine, baby. Come on. Let's get dressed and get you that plan b unless you want a baby with me."

"No, no, I definitely don't want a baby. Ugh! My pelvis hurts!" You groan, holding your stomach for comfort.

"It's ok. I'll get you that pill and some breakfast. Stay here, and don't move a muscle," Ben says, kissing your forehead and pulling the covers over your body.

Ben gets dressed and leaves his room. You look around his room and see the posters of athletes and several pop culture movies. His pillows smell like cologne and sweat, and you relax as you start to fall asleep again. That was until another fraternity member opened Ben's door and found you there.

"Oh, look. It's the girl Ben is obsessed with. Did you two have a good time?" Some white boy with black hair asks, sitting on your side of the bed.

"I'm sorry, Ben is obsessed with me?" You ask, sitting up.

"You bet he is. He was so obsessed with you that it became bothersome. That's why he had the party last night, that's why we gave Ben those special pills, that's why we got your friend Cassidy to bring you. It was so Ben could finally have time with you, and he would stop rambling about you 24/7," The boy explains, making adrenaline pump through your veins.

"I'm sorry, but I have to leave," You say, ignoring the pain from sex and running out of the frat house with only the sheets.

You run to your dorm and lock yourself in your room. You change into some polka dot pajamas and hide underneath the covers. Your phone buzzes to life, and Ben is blowing up your text messages.

Baby, where are you?

Why are my sheets missing?

I brought breakfast and plan b for you.

Where are you?

Y/N, please answer me.

Y/N

Y/N-

You throw your phone to the floor and put your head on your pillow, ignoring the world. You close your eyes and hope everything that happened was a dream.

"Hi, Ben..." Cassidy says, unlocking the door.

You wake up and turn your body so your back faces the door.

"I'm pretty sure she's in there," Cassidy replies, closing the door and going back to her room.

Knock knock knock

You groan and put the pillow over your head, hoping it helps you ignore the noise.

"Y/N, I brought food for you. Y/N, I know you're in there. Don't you want your medicine?" Ben asks, making you get out of bed.

He is right. You do need that plan b unless you want to be connected to Ben forever. You open your door, looking at Ben with tired eyes.

"Just give me the plan b and get out," You say, making Ben's heart twitch in pain.

Your words hurt him, but he won't be affected by it.

"Y/N, you're not spending the day by yourself. I know you're in pain and need some relaxation and aftercare," Ben argues, barging into your room and locking the door. "Here's your food and your pill. Eat the food before you take the pill."

Ben hands you a Chick-fil-A bag, and you pull out your favorite breakfast items. He lifts you onto your bed and sits near you as he takes out his food. The two of you eat in silence for a while, until Ben asks for a pillow to put under your feet.

"Here. By the way, thanks for the food and pill," You say, handing Ben a pillow. "I'm still mad at you for making a campus-wide plot to drug me."

"In my defense, I didn't come up with the drugging part. That was my fraternity. I just wanted to kidnap you and take you on a date," Ben replies, rubbing and massaging your feet. "But I mean, you did enjoy the sex we had, right?"

"I won't be answering that question. I refuse to answer that question."

"Aww, please! I need to know if I satisfied you!"

"Nope. You won't be getting that secret out of me until my deathbed."

Ben groans and puts both of your trash into the empty bag. Then, he crawls next to you and kisses your cheek. He takes out a Tylenol pill and slips it in your mouth. You swallow and take a deep breath.

"I have the whole day planned out for us. Lunch is tacos, and dinner is Chili's. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ben asks, slipping an arm around your waist.

You feel strangely relaxed in his arms and turn to face Ben.

"Yeah, that's fine with me. Wait, you didn't drug me again, did you?" You ask, sitting up a bit.

"Nope. I just used my charm and kindness. Now, do you want a back massage or not?" Ben responds, his hands roaming your back. "Just so you know, I'll always give you an aftercare day after we have sex."

That was it for you. A day of food, relaxation, and massages was enough for you to overlook his yandereness. After all, you are a foodie at heart.

"Sure," You moan, turning over on your stomach and letting Ben massage your back.

Ben's hands feel up your boobs, and you look at him.

"Sorry, I can't help it. Your boobs are too cute not to grope," Ben says, lining his crotch up with your ass. "You don't mind if I hump you a little?"

"You're one bothersome horny dog," You answer, teasing Ben by rubbing your ass on Ben. "Just finish the massage, and we can sleep."

"In...a...minute!" Ben moans, humping your pajama bottoms faster. "Ggh!"

Ben cums in his underwear while groping your boobs hard. He takes off his pants and crawls into bed with you. Ben makes you the little spoon, kissing the crook of your neck. Suddenly, he flips you over and holds your head against his chest.

"Did you really think I wouldn't punish you for running away?" Ben whispers, his hands roaming your ass.

"Wait-"

Ben spanks your ass, making you hide your face in his chest out of shame. It's not your fault he knows all of your kinks.

"Look at me, baby. This is for your own good," Ben says, grabbing your face and making you look him in the eyes.

"Please, spank me more," You plead, blushing from embarrassment.

Ben smirks and takes the belt off of his pants. He swats it at your butt, and you moan. Your hands pull down your pants and twitch as his belt hits your bare ass.

"Oh yes, punish me like the bad girl I am!" You moan, practically melting in his arms. "Fuck, I'm gonna-"

You cum onto Ben's thighs, making both of you sigh. Ben kisses you and rubs your ass.

"I love you," Ben says, rubbing your head.

"I love you, too," You say, kissing his neck.

#yandere frat bro #yandere boy #yandere male #yandere smut #smut

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fandomwritingbit · 3 months

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Returned (Scarf pt.3)

(Perv)William Afton x (f) reader

Pt.1 and Pt.2

Warnings: Smut. Obsession, corruption, boss/employee, pervert behaviour, masturbation.

Notes: an idea for a continuation spawned, idk if it's a good one lmao. Hope it's not too bad.

He has quite the amusing collection now, the scarf, salvaged as much as he could from his last time using it, and now these pretty fucking photos. On your hands and knees, leant forward to look through lost property, your skirt agonisingly tight over the curve of your arse, riding up enough that he can see the tops of your thighs straining against the thin tights you wear. He doesn't need the picture. Your perfect body is burnt into his brain at the moment, so vulnerable with your back turned like that, you had no idea what he could do. But of course the photos help.

He inhales the scent of you from your scarf. He should wash it to get rid of the tainting he's done to it, but then he'd lose your smell. And right now with his cock in his hand that seems a fate much worse than his long dried cum. If anything, it's better. Your perfume and perspiration blended with him. Fucking beautiful.

He approaches his end quick, he can't help it, lost in the photo and the mental embellishment of him closing the cupboard door behind him, locking you in with him. Shushing your confusion with a hand between your legs, ripping your tights, and sliding under fabric to reach your centre. Hot and wet for him. He'd tease you like that, rub that sweet little clit until you're begging him to make you cum. Then he'd stop, tasting you on his fingers whilst he grabs his belt and-

Sharp, almost aggressive knocking on his office door makes him flinch. Fucking really?! He's so close, cock twitching when he takes his fist away, quickly redoing his fly and tucking your scarf onto his lap. Fucking ridiculous. Can't have a moment's peace.

Well, you are at work. A nagging voice in his head pipes up and whilst it has a point, now’s not the time for it.

The door knocks again, and he snaps, "What?! Come in then!"

His business partner does as commanded and opens the door, standing confused in its frame. Great, Henry. The only thing that could sober his still throbbing cock.

Henry's eyes are wide from Williams' unexpected anger. "Are you okay?"

"What do you want, Henry?"

It wasn't Henry's fault. He actually brought good news, but it's hard to have a serious conversation when your dick is begging to continue what was interrupted. He's pent up, has been for a while, wanking to you is his momentary respite, he's sure that the only thing that would cure him at this point is a taste.

He was forced from his office to help with some technical issues that he's probably not qualified to do. Snapping at Henry that he's "a mechanic not a fucking electrician", which is probably one of his catchphrases at this point. It's as he's sticking his hands into an open light socket that you arrive for your shift, looking like a fucking treat. The step ladders he's standing on lends him a nice view of your bra peeking out under your shirt.

And when you greet him as bright as you usually do, asking him what he's doing, he decides he needs more.

But what can he do? How can he get his hands on that bit more? He considers his options. He could just get you in his office and lay his cards bare, hope to god you're obliging. Or he could continue playing the long game, satisfying his carnal needs until you're there to do it…

The obvious option is obvious.

The day after you're doing close again, not that you mind really, it's not a terrible shift. Not as easy as open, but better than second, you'll take that as a mercy.

You arrive ten minutes early, like a good little employee, giving you time to locker up your stuff and hang up your jacket. Pocket empty of course, you've learnt your lesson about leaving stuff accessible. The restaurant looks pretty busy already, and you internally roll your eyes, another rough one looming over you. Least it'll go quick.

Making your way to the back, you see your boss standing with another waiter, his arm resting on the door frame as he talks to them pretty sternly. Probably getting a telling off for something or other. You watch the scene for a moment before reminding yourself that it's rude to stare.

You can't help it, though. Every time you see Mr Afton, you're confronted by how off-puttingly attractive he is. It's his intensity, you think, an assertive powerfulness that inherently sends warmth to your core. Though you don't think that employee is valuing his intensity right now.

He sees you, and you smile awkwardly, not wanting to be involved in the bollocking, he'd smile back if he wasn't involved himself. His plan springs to mind, distracting him from what he's doing, making him wave the member of staff away.

William follows you to the staff area, unable to contain the malignant grin on his face, how blissfully unaware you are of his eyes glued to your form.

He darts into his office while you busy yourself with your belongings, reaching for the garment that started this whole fucking thing. Such a flimsy piece of fabric, it was a nightmare to clean, but he managed it. And now it holds no trace of you, or him for that matter, it's a tool for lure now, not pleasure. He holds it in a firm grip as he heads back to the rest area, eager to catch you before you slip away into work.

The office door bangs closed behind him, and you flinch, imagining him angry with someone else and about to take it out on you. Not that he ever had before, but you've heard stories of how much of an arsehole he can be when he's pissed off.

But instead of being greeted by a tight jaw and fiery eyes, the man is smirking with a mischievous glint in his eyes that you find stirring your abdomen. He's kept the scarf behind his back, just out of your view.

"Hi Mr Afton, you alright?" You ask as chipperly as you usually would.

"Just dandy, sweetheart." His smirk spreads to a wolfish grin, and heat rises to your cheeks accordingly. "I have something for you."

He makes you wait a beat of silence, watching your lips twitch about to ask him what, and that's when he produces your scarf, an instant adorable smile captures your whole face.

"My scarf! Thank you so much-" You reach for it and he snatches it back, its playful, but it reminds you to restrict your excitement. But you are excited, bordering on overjoyed, it was a gift that your friend can finally see you wearing, the fallout of losing it now avoided. You last that scarf nearly a week ago, to turn up now just feels like the best luck. "Where was it?" You ask, watching him hold it, the fabric looking delicate and breakable in his big hands.

"Someone put it in the wash with the server's towels, no idea why." He finally hands it to you, making sure to brush your fingers as much as possible, the slight touch immediately addictive.

"Weird." You reply, wondering why the hell it ended up there, but happy that the smooth material is back where it belongs. That lie isn't William's best work, it's okay, reasonably believable and on his part, blameless.

"Thank you." You say again, really meaning it. "For uh finding it and remembering that it's mine." Your expression is very genuine, relief and contentment, it stirs him. He did that. He made you smile like that. And he needs to do it again.

"How could I not, that colour does wonders for your eyes." Cliché but effective judging by how you can't quite hold his gaze, every few seconds glancing down.

You giggle, not expecting that kind of compliment from him. "Thanks... I guess I owe you one, you'll have to let me know if there's anything I can do."

"There is actually." He makes it seem like the idea just sprung to his head, not like he had thought about it in detail earlier, he was going to ask you, but you offering a favour works even better.

"Oh?" You say in acknowledgement, a little surprised but willing, you do owe him after all.

He was just dying to get you alone, and this was a pretty perfect ploy. His tone is purely diplomatic but there's something not so professional about the fox-like glint in his eyes. "Accounts are going for audit soon, I haven't the time to go over inventory books myself- I'm up to my neck in other shite to do. You think you could help me with that?"

You blink, this was massively above your paygrade and that thought must appear on your face because he continues. "It's just comparing Henry's intakes with my records, checking they match."

"Uhh, I'm happy to help, I've just never done anything even close to that." You try to verbalise your doubts and how you wouldn't want to make a mistake that could see you holding a p45 and on indeed.com.

He grins at your reluctance, turning his persuasion up a notch. "I'll show you through it, it'll save you an hour or so of the carnage out there." He's right, sitting quiet in his office seemed better than running around in service, but you're still doubtful.

"I guess… I can have a go..." You give in and pretty quickly he's guiding you into his office, the door closed behind the two of you.

You never spend much time in here, you're good at your job after all. There are touches of your boss in here, a coffee machine, ashtray, a family photo, but it's mostly clinical; which you understand, you'd never want to start blurring the lines between work and home too much either. You stand stiffly a step through the door, watching his lean frame bend down to open a filing cabinet, taking what he needs then banging it shut with his foot.

"Sit." He gestures to the chair opposite his, keeping his tone sweet, you're clearly nervous of him and you absolutely should be.

"Yeah alright." You speak as you do as told, a tight coil in your core. It's quiet in here, you can't even hear the pot washer banging trays down, which you'd been certain reverberated throughout the whole building.

Soon two folders are in front of you on the desk, one containing near perfect cursive handwriting, notes on stock all nightly usages written in red. The other's was harder to comprehend, the writing more rushed, joined up in harsh sharp lines.

"This," Mr Afton's points to the latter book, his form towering over yours, "is the balance sheet, which is based on the system figures, what stock we should have. The other one is Henry's recordings of what we actually have." You nod, that doesn't sound too complicated, though you're a little put off by the numbers on the scruffier side, you assume that's the value deducted, or added?

"Sorry about the writing, I know it's hard to read." He grins, the handwriting was one bad habit he hadn't been able to shake. You are quickly becoming another. Sitting in front of him now, like an apple ready to be bitten he swears to God.

"Oh it's not that bad." You give him a small smile, you're sugar-coating it and he knows it. "Which figures am I comparing?" You ask, feeling quite overwhelmed, this seems like a pretty important job and you don't want to fuck up.

"Item figures. Checking that what we should have matches what we do have." He goes through an example, using a highlighter to cross through the bottled Pepsi figures, and you mainly get it.

He glances at your expression, finding great amusement in the furrowed brow showing your confusion. All of a sudden a heavy hand is on your shoulder, thumb reaching to the base of your neck, it's not overly invasive but it has your breath quickening. "It's just a formality, I usually don't even read it, it's just for audit."

"But what if I get something wrong?" You ask tentatively, very focused on his touch. There must be something wrong with you today because you’re reeling from it.

"It's fine, I'll sign it. Your mistakes are my problem then." That's some reassurance you consider, he brings his head close to yours and his breath on your skin has goosebumps all over you. "Have some faith, you're a smart girl."

God, you smell so fucking good, your perfume or shampoo, he doesn't know but it's fucking intoxicating. Something sweet, vaguely floral, his trousers are tight on his crotch and the impulse to bury his face in your neck is strong. He can see how your breath has changed, your heart rate is higher than before, you must sense that his eyes aren't on the open books.

"Do the next one." He tries to keep his voice steady but it’s low with intention and mixed with the close proximity, you're riddled with guilty tension.

"O-kay." You mutter, really forcing yourself to focus and only half succeeding. It's pretty much the same thing he did, just with Pepsi max this time, you're highlighting it in confirmation that it's correct but your line jumps crooked when you hear him inhale. Your blood runs cold and hot at the same time, the intimacy sending a pang of need in your core but at the same time it's creepy, gross even, and you have to stifle a shiver.

Your mouth is dry but you can't just say nothing. "...Mr Afton?" Your voice is tiny, as pretty and flimsy as that scarf.

He sniggers, you want to push the chair back but you daren't. "It fucking kills me when you call me that." Your eyes go wide.

He pulls back a little, turning the swivel chair to face him and he's something to behold right now. Arousal darkened eyes that conflict you with wanting them off you, but at the same time having them look at you is so thrilling.

"Sorry." You mutter, completely out of the driving seat in your own mind, you just look at him, so startled you can't do much else. This is what happens to the mice your cat catches, you think, their heart beats so fast it takes all their energy just to manage it.

He recognises that look and mentally scolds himself for going too far, restraint is becoming a real issue around you.

"No. I'm sorry." He stands back from you, a safe distance back you both think. And although you thought that's what you wanted, you immediately miss the flurry of tension you were just wrapped in. "I shouldn't have asked you to uh- you can go."

You blink at him so he repeats himself, "You can go."

But you don't, maybe you're still frozen. Maybe you're not. It doesn't matter, you stand up slowly and look down at his shoes, trying to think of something to say. You should just go, be content that he realised how weird he was being and backed off, but your core is ravaged by the way he seemed so lost in you. You can't help but replay the chill you experienced. No one has ever been that into you.

After a second of this god awful silence he laughs, you sweet little thing, if you don't get away from him right now he's going to fucking devour you. And even if you want that, he doesn't. He wants you to melt all pretty on his tongue.

You step a little closer, managing to glance up at your boss, "It's... okay." His eyes flick on yours quick and before you can have a second thought he's in front of you, kissing you. Shakily you let him, kissing him back, the implications lost on the wind. You can't explain what about this is so different, your heart is pounding as he takes hold of your jaw, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

It's brimming with intention and you're so unaware of how he could fucking explode from the taste of your mouth, the pretty gasp that leaves you, going straight to his cock. Your back is pressed into his desk, your hands tight on his shirt, overwhelmed with the impulse to sit on the surface and let him in between your legs, the idea of it seems correct. William groans when a hand finds your hip, squeezing the flesh there damn near mesmerised. Your lips are so soft against his it's maddening.

The shrill ringing of the phone is the only thing that stops him pushing you back onto that desk. He's begging for it and quite frankly so are you.

Maybe the caller is merciful for you both.

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I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) pt. 3

a nice long update for ya ♡ part 1 part 2

cw: internalized homophobia and projecting internalized homophobia (from an oc)

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June 1996, Chicago

Steve's first steps into his living room are not met with silence and sunshine; in fact, he is met with two surprises.

The first being Eddie Munson still in his apartment.

Steve rubs the tired out of his eyes, squishing his palm into his lids in hopes of shaking out a morning delusion. He is proven unsuccessful..

His second surprise is that Eddie is awake, staring at Steve in high alert, blankets folded neatly (he must have scrounged around for them in the night, not that Steve minds), sitting patiently as if he has been waiting for hours for Steve's arrival.

If the second surprise hadn't happened, Steve might have excused the first. See, Eddie, in all the years he had known him, had been anything but an early riser, usually choosing to sleep the day away. So if he had been asleep still, Steve might have let him being in his apartment slide.

Steve ponders how he doesn't really know Eddie anymore, so he shouldn't actually be surprised.

Eddie clears his throat, "So, how about that talk?"

Steve has to resist shutting his eyes to relish in the sound of Eddie's deep timbre. His voice has grown scratchy over the years—from singing or cigarettes, Steve can't be sure. It feels like coming home, either way, to have his voice brush over him.

Instead, Steve clears his throat back. "Don't have time; maybe try again in another five years." He moves to the kitchen to start making their morning drinks—hot coffee with cream for Robin and an iced dirty chai for Steve.

When Dustin had been working at a cafe back when he was in college, he made Steve try all of their new drinks. Surprisingly his favorite became a dirty chai—something which Robin finds hilarious.

Steve grabs the chipped green mug from the cabinet and begins pouring Robin's coffee. It had already been hot and ready in the pot, which probably meant Eddie had prepped it for him. Steve doesn't comment.

Eddie huffs through his nose, "C'mon Stevi—Steve. It's ten in the morning on a Saturday. You can't tell me you're busy right now."

Steve has to resist slamming Robin's mug down on the counter, already having being put together after the 1994 incident, he doesn't want to face her wrath.

Gently placing it on the counter, Steve turns. "Actually, I have somewhere to be at twelve, not that you need to know that. And don't act like you know what's going on in my life, Munson."

Eddie smiles, a little laugh escapes him. God, it is like a fucking drug after years of being sober that laugh. Steve wants to beg him for another hit, even though he knows it's bad for him.

With the smile never leaving his face, Eddie raises his hands. "Okay, okay. You're right."

"Why are you smiling? This isn't funny." Steve huffs.

Eddie's face softens, "Sorry, just even though you're mad at me. You're talking to me, and shit, sweetheart. I would take that over silence any day. It's nice to hear your voice."

Steve has to force himself to keep his shoulders tense, wanting to sag into Eddie. He's still mad at him, furious even. But some part of him agrees deep down, this is nice.

He can never let Eddie know that.

"Fuck off, Munson. I have shit to do. I'm sure you're too busy anyway."

Eddie shakes his head, hair falling in front of his face. "No, trust me I have nothing else going on. The band is on hiatus. And even if we weren't, trust me when I say this is exactly where I am supposed to be right now."

Steve can't help the snort that comes out of him, "Funny you're asking me to trust you, asshole. That went out the door with your bags five years ago."

Eddie flinches back, "Okay, I deserve that one."

Steve doesn't mention to Eddie how he knows his band has been on hiatus for over a year now. How he's kept up on the band, even after Eddie left. How he is curious why they went on hiatus at all, they have two successful albums, and supposedly were working on their third, when suddenly they all decided it was time for a break.

Peak of their career, and they chose silence. Normally, a horrible career move, but it seems it makes the rock community want them even more.

Steve can understand that partially. When it comes to Eddie, you can't help but want more, even when he disappears without a trace.

"I got to go get ready. Seriously, Munson. I know you think I don't mean it when I say leave. I think you're stuck on the Steve from five years ago, and how the Steve from then wouldn't really mean it. But this is the Steve now. And Steve from now means it when he says, get the fuck out. Go find someone else who could actually use your presence, like Dustin. God knows the kid deserves a phone call."

Eddie opens his mouth to protest, but doesn't get to chance to say his peace, Steve's already on his way back to his bedroom with their drinks in hand.

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Steve is running late.

It's not his fault, he has a fucking ghost haunting his living room, and it takes him ten times longer to work around it. Robin tells him to cancel his lunch, but Steve doesn't, even though she's right.

Robin's always right.

Steve can't help but feel a little smug when thinking back to leaving his apartment, though. He looks good, wearing his nicest Levi's and soft white button-up. Steve had made sure to keep the top few buttons undone, showing off his gold necklaces that landed perfectly on his exposed chest hair.

For Drew, of course, not for Eddie.

Still, Steve knows he looks good. So when he leaves his apartment and Eddie doesn't even bother to try to talk to him again because he is just too busy staring at Steve.

Steve makes it to the restaurant only five minutes late. It would have been on time if it had been in his athletic prime.

Resturant, Steve realizes, is a bit of a stretch. It appears to be a cafe--but not one of those cozy ones with crazy colors and a fun name. No, this cafe is incredibly fancy. Everything is so sleek and high up, the name in an Italian word he'll have to asked Robin to translate later.

Steve looks around the cafe in a huff, realizing Drew is nowhere to be found. He is momentarily flooded with relief, knowing he has beaten Drew to the cafe.

Steve finds a table in a corner and waits. His brief relief is quickly swept away into annoyance as he sits there for minutes with no signs of Drew.

It takes another thirty minutes, before Drew is finally at the cafe.

"Sorry, I'm late, baby." He says breath even. Steve knows he was in no rush to be here on time. He doesn't move to kiss Steve, not on the cheek and certainly not on the mouth. Drew isn't one for PDA, or so he says. Instead, he smooths down his dark blue Armani suit and sits across from Steve.

"You know, you could give me a kiss. I haven't seen you in a week." Steve decides to move past his being late; there is no point in arguing. If it had been him, Steve is sure he would never hear the end of it.

"Sweetheart..." Drew whispers and brushes his hand against Steve's knee. Steve's lip twitches; he doesn't like it when Drew calls him that. "You know it isn't safe to do that."

Steve wants to throw Drew's hand off of him, but he doesn't. It's always like this between them, Steve wants more, and Drew pulls back. It's beginning to feel tiresome, this game between them. They have been dating for a year and have made no progress in public. Steve's lucky Robin gets to know, seeing as basically no one else in either of their lives knows about each other. For Steve, everyone knows of Drew but not his name. For Drew, Steve is almost sure no one even knows he's gay.

Steve wants to hit himself for the thought. It's unfair of him to put these expectations on Drew, everyone comes out at their own pace. He would be a hypocrite if he pushed him; it had taken him nineteen years to figure out he was bisexual. Took Eddie leaving for him to come out to anyone other than Robin.

It feels different somehow with Drew, though. Like this isn't him scared to come out, but more like Drew doesn't actually see a future with Steve. It had taken them six months to even label themselves as boyfriends, moving from late-night booty calls to watching a movie together in Steve's living room in the middle of a Tuesday.

Steve rubs his temples instead of smacking Drew's hand away. Steve feels tired of this cycle. He knows this is the best he's going to get when it comes to dating. With women, they often want him to admit that he was experimenting, wanting to shun parts of himself away. That or they are convinced he's gay. Well, he is, but it's more than that, and they don't seem to get it.

With men, it's the opposite problem. Either they need him to admit being bisexual is just something he used to make himself feel better, or they are only looking for a quick hookup.

Hookups are nice, but approaching thirty, Steve wants something real and is perhaps sick of finding out the man he brings home from the bar is married.

He knows this is the best he's going to get.

"Maybe if we met a cafe in my neighborhood, we could be a bit more affectionate. The one down the block has a rainbow flag and everything."

Drew scrunches his nose, "Why do that when we can get nice coffee like this?"

Steve doesn't point out that neither Drew nor himself has ordered coffee. Steve can't afford the coffee here, and Drew was late. "I think that's your way of saying where I live isn't nice."

Drew grabs his hand under the table, "No, babe, I don't want to fight today. I've missed you."

Steve feels bad; he has missed Drew. Despite their ups and downs (and Robin's grumbles), Steve does care for him. "You're right, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Besides, I did want to have lunch for a reason." Drew smiles brightly. Steve can't help but stare for a minute. It's no surprise what hooked Steve the first moment they met at the club. He is a classic kind of handsome. Wavy brown hair cut to look proper, a shiny white smile, piercing blue eyes. Nothing about him is soft, he is full of sharpness that takes you from across the room.

He's the kind of guy Steve's parents would have loved if they were okay with Drew being a guy—if Steve was even talking to them at all.

"Oh yes, you've got me on the edge of my seat." Steve jokes.

Drew gives him a charming smile, "There's my funny guy."

Steve rolls his eyes.

"So I have a big question for you..."

Steve freezes up; oh no. Here it comes. The talk, the let's move into together speech. One he'll have to turn down. No one ever gets it. How he can't live without Robin. Literally and physically.

"....so Greg says there's an opening and I think you'd be a great fit."

Steve shakes himself out of his thoughts, "What?"

Drew levels him with a look. "A job? For you?"

Oh. "I already have a job."

It's Drew's turn to roll his eyes, "C'mon, Steve. A high school guidance counselor? You could do so much more."

"I like my job, Drew. We've been through this. Besides, you barely want to be seen together, and now you want to work together? I have no interest in working at a law firm."

Drew pinches his nose, "Just...just think about it, okay? I want to see more of you in any way I can."

Steve doesn't want to fight. The fight left him a long time ago. "Okay."

He doesn't mean it.

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Changes pt 3

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: finally what you've all been waiting for, I hope you all enjoy this was such a fun story to write. I feel like I wrote this well, especially the anxiety as I suffer hugely from it, a few techniques in there of how I deal with it if you also struggle <3

Summary: Ellies the bad girl in the school but she takes a liking to the reader, everyone's worried but the reader somehow changes her for the better ... or does she ?

Warnings: MDNI. Smut at end !! Implied rape from a past relationship, anxiety, pet names, SOFT DOM ELS ! mentions of drinking and I think that's it :)

Text: orange-ellie pink-reader blue-angela

The red text is flashbacks which is near the end !!

Masterlist || pt 1 ! , pt 2 !

"It's all an act. Dont fall for any of it."

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"She's gunna hurt you Y/n."

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"I'm not a completely great person, maybe I'm working on it I dunno. But I don't date. I can't it's just not in me."

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"Don't start anything with her, you're too pure for her antics."

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"She's not changing Y/n, she will hurt you."

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"We warned you."

It was spiraling in your brain, everyone's words including hers. You felt foolish for thinking you could change her in any way. An absolute fool. Why couldn't you of listened to everyone. All you had was hope. But that died that night, that hope was officially gone for good. You had been curled up in bed all of your Saturday. You hated to admit it but you were crying. Laying in your bed with cold tears staining your face. You had come home from that party in the exact same state.

"Oh, babe.." you heard Angela's voice softly say, bringing you into her embrace. You sunk into the feeling letting out tears. "What's up?" She asks pulling back a little. "Y-you were right. I'm such a fucking idiot." You sob. She was confused. "Woah what, slow down." Her hand rubs on your arms, bringing you with her to sit on the couch. "Me and Ellie. Well we were dating in secret, I'm so sorry for that. But we aren't anymore." She changes her expression to a more serious one. "That fucking wh-" But you didn't even want her to finish that. You knew Ellie had hurt you but it was fairly new, you still had some love for her. As troublesome that may be it was nothing but the truth. You had to get over that tho. You had to.

You were laying on your side, still mulling over those same sentences over and over again. It was like a tiny devil in your brain telling you 'you fucked up' but you soon hear your door creaking open. "I made you some sammies." Angie came in with a sweet smile. Your back was currently facing her and you didn't make any effort in changing that as you let out a dry hm. She lets out a sigh. "I won't watch you starve because of some silly girl who's hurt you. Please." You turn over looking at her. "I'll eat, just not as hungry right now." She walks over setting the plate down on your bedside table, moving to sit on your bed. "You're strong ok? I know you will get past this." You give her a tiny nod. "I might just take a nap." She nods in agreement going to leave. "Good idea."

A few minutes go by when you hear the door. You couldn't make out the voice so you continue to rest on your side. Holding the drawing she did of you in hand, staring at it. All of this, everything just wasted. You couldn't bare to look at it any longer, chucking it in a random direction, deciding to get some rest.

Ellies pov.

The night before:

"Oh this one's going to be a good one I can feel it." I say, examining the crowds of people. It was booming, that's for sure. I look at her, she looked so effortlessly pretty. It stunned me. "You're so silly." She speaks. "Come on let's get a drink." I then say, grabbing her wrist and dragging her gently with me. Her smile was brightening every bad thing in this world. "I'll be the sober help." I smile at her. "Not even one love?" She just shakes her head. "Alright, just make sure you're comfortable yeah?"

It had been maybe an hour into the party and I didn't feel completely with it. Y/n was sitting comfortably in my lap, just looking so beautiful. "Mmm I want another." I slur. And there it was, her gorgeous giggle. "You're so gone Els-" "your laughs so pretty, makes my heart warm." I blurt out suddenly. "Well that's very kind of you." She replies. But as I keep looking at her I could tell something was off, or was I daydreaming? Was the alcohol just messing with my brain. I decide to ignore it, not in my right mind. "Can you pretty please get me another drink my beautiful girlfriend." I watch as she smiles at me, probably replying but the music drowns out not only my thoughts but any formable words. Feeling her get off and leave, I could feel my brain going fuzzy too. But deep down something just didn't feel 100%. I eventually turn my head to look at her, noticing Kenny speaking to her.

That boils my blood. Why can't he just mind his own business? Stop it Ellie, you haven't been angry like this in forever, don't break that streak now. She comes back over handing me my drink, I give her a mumbled thank you. "Was he hassling you?" "Who, Kenny? Nothing I can't handle my love." As I look at her I notice her posture shift, i knew it wasn't her getting comfortable on my lap. Because if anything she looked uncomfortable.

"You alright mama?" I decide to just ask. "I'm just going to go for a pee." She states, beginning to get off. "Oh.. alright love." I'd be lying If I said I wasn't worried, but the other half of me felt dizzy, making me forget slightly what was going on. I shake my head going to get up and get another drink. When I eventually hear shuffling next to me. I turn my attention to see a dirty blonde girl. "Hey." She gently says. It takes me a moment as confusion washes over me. "Hi?" Silence. "You don't remember me?" More silence. Because no, I didn't know who the hell she was, until I take a better look. "Sophy." She smiles. "Ah so you do remember." I somehow felt awkward. "Uhmm yeah." Still really confused on why she's even talking to me. "I missed you." Stunned. "I- huh?" Now I was really baffled. "But- i kinda just left ya." It was bad, but it was the truth, why would she miss me. "Yeah well. You were still hot." I furrow my brows at a loss of words. "I- wha-" When I suddenly feel her lips on mine, I felt all too sober right then as my eyes widen. But before I could push her away- "Ehem." I hear someone clear their throat, I don't even need to turn around to know who it was.

"Fuck.." I mutter, slowly turning to face her. "Wait baby no i-" I began but suddenly my freshly poured drink was being dumped on me. I sigh. "No." She points at me. "Ellie what the actual fuck." I stare at her, saying nothing. Not even knowing what to say. Fuck, it's like it's happening all over again, speak you idiot. My eyes widen as she starts to cry.. ive never seen her cry before, safe to say I never ever wanted to witness it again. "Y/n no no please-" "After everything we've been through, after what you told me. They were wrong. You cant change for anyone. I should've listened to them." I immediately shake my head. It was all wrong. "Don't say that please- it was an accident fuck- she just-" But she cuts me off, shoving the cup into my chest. "Shut up Ellie." And I listen. I couldn't fuck things up any more then i have. Right...

It was silent, after a second or two she soon goes to leave. "Wait-" I start, but it was no use. She was gone in the swarm of people. "Fuck." I curse under my breath. I couldn't let this happen, not her. Not someone who I know I've fallen in love with. God Ellie you should've just told her. I wanted to make this right, after all she was my everything. I stride through the crowds when I spot her. I notice she isn't alone. God, does Kenny ever just fuck off. There's that anger again, but nothing was stopping me this time. I March on over there, pushing him to the ground ignoring all the fallen gasps. "Ellie what the fu-" "He touched you!" I retort. "You bitch." He starts to speak, getting off the floor and making an attempt to hit me, but he misses. "Fight round two then, you fucker." And it begun, the tiny fight between us. But I notice her going to leave. "Wait no- please let me explain!" I yell, grabbing onto her wrist. She immediately pulls back, with anger herself. "No Ellie. Don't ever touch or even speak to me again." "They weren't right, you have changed me i swear to you!" I plead, but she just shakes her head. "Once a dick. Always a dick. You. Have. Not. Changed."

And that was that. I watch as she leaves. I felt so empty like I had just lost my best friend. What the fuck was I going to do.

Missed calls. I called her so many times, I was freaking out. Think Ellie. God. This was suppose to be the one thing I didn't fuck up. I pace in my room, debating on what is the best approach. Nothing. "Come on brain. You can be creative, don't lack in that now!" There was one option. Going to her dorm and trying to talk to her, Angela. There needed to be a backup plan tho, I had no faith in the first one. I flop on my bed with a long sigh. "You made her cry.." it hurt to even look back on, her hurt features. Her anger, but most importantly those glossy eyes. I close mine trying to get the image out, laying on my back still thinking. "Fuck it." I get up and head over to her dorm. Knocking on the door hesitantly, when Angela is suddenly in sight. "Can I spe-" "No." She immediately cuts me off. "But-" "No Ellie you broke her fucking heart. Again. Why do you always do this to people." I stare at her. "This time was an accident I swear-!" She raises a brow. "You accidentally kissed someone? Yeah alright." There was no winning this. "Please just let me talk to her and explain." She looks at me, but not before shutting the door in my face. Great. What now?

It had been a few days later, and there was no sight of her in classes. Which was worrying, knowing how involved she was with the work. It was saddening to say the least. I decided to have a small wind down in the library, wanting to clear my thoughts in the safe space. When I spot her just sitting in a corner, reading. Was I dreaming? I haven't seen her in days. My feet felt like they were glued to the floor, staring. Do I go over? Talk to her? What do I say?

All these thoughts raced through my mind when I just stood up properly, beginning to head over there. I stand for a few moments in hopes she'd see a person's shoes and look up. As her head rises I notice her eyes. Tired. Worn out. Red and puffy. My heart breaks all over again, especially when her soft expression turns into a bitter glance. "I uh-" I sigh scratching my neck. "Can we talk?" There was silence. Not our enjoyable silence that we'd always share. A cold silence. "Nothing to talk about." I swallow hearing her voice for what felt like forever. And it hurt, the pain deep inside her. "Please." Pleading. I just needed to try say something. I bend down getting infront of her view, needing her to look at me. When she does I just pray she hears me out. "Go on." I soften my look, hearing how uneasy her voice was. I know I didn't mean for all of this to happen, but how could I. How could I of let her kiss me at all- my thoughts were cut off when I hear a faint cough. "She kissed me." Great going. "No really? I'm well aware." God damn Ellie. "I just- I mean, I didn't kiss back." "I saw you Ellie, that's such bullshit." I close my eyes. "Ok, well I didn't enjoy it." She scoffs. "So you admit you did kiss her back?" Now I was silenced. Shit. "Uhhh- well- fuck sake."

She shakes her head. "Just leave me alone." She says dryly, getting up from her spot about to leave. I go to grab her, but don't. Wanting to not repeat history. "Please just let me explain more." She bites her lip, and I know she's suppressing tears. "You've said enough." And so I let it be. Letting her walk off and out of the quiet building.

A few weeks. That's how long ago the library incident first happened. I hadn't seen her around since. Had she left.. like Noelle. "No, don't be silly she loves it here she would never. Not because of me, right?" I huff, that had become a habit, talking to myself. I was still on the mission to get her back or atleast explain things. But my brain was bone dry. It was currently the last class of the day, I rested my chin on the desk, still trying to think. "You know Ellie." Dina began. "Why don't you do something nice for her, give her a note saying to meet somewhere, maybe make her some food or-" I shake my head. "This isn't just some ordinary girl." Dina was honestly shocked. I turn my attention to her. "Shes more than that, I have to do something bigger." She pats my shoulder. "Maybe she has changed you Williams, cuz you've never spoken such things about anyone." It's true, she definitely did. "If this was you and Jesse had done this and you still loved him and such, what would you want him to do?" She ponders that question. "Well I suppose I'd want the truth from both. Him and this random girl." My face lights up. Genius! I smile wide going to hug her. "That's brilliant Dina! But- wait. How would I even do that." I ask. "I think you should figure this out on your own, if she really has changed you I think you should know what to do."

"I'm sorry for screwing you over." My words come out rushed, looking at Sophy with so much hope. She just looks at me. "Really?" I nod. "That's very big of you." She states. "Yeah well, just trying to mend past situations." There was a long pause, before either of us spoke. "Hey, I'm sorry for kissing you that night. I'm in no way that kind of person. Maybe when I'm drunk but I didn't even know you were seeing anyone, didn't even know the Ellie Williams ever could to be fair." The confession heals something inside me, letting that hope be reassured. "So you forgive me for being a complete jerk ages ago?" She smiles and nods. "Yeah we're cool." A sigh of relief escapes my lips. "So what's happening with her? Are you two speaking." I shook my head. "Shes mad and upset and to be honest I don't blame her. I did technically kiss you back-" "you didn't actually." I furrow my brows. "Huh-?" So incredibly confused. "But she said she saw it-" Sophy shakes her head. "Well I didn't feel anything. You must've been talking or something beforehand to make it look like you did, but you didn't. I remember most when I'm drunk and you never kissed back. Plus she caught it before it could progress."

Happy was an understatement. "That's incredible, oh my God I could just k-" we give eachother a look. "Yeah no, bad line to use." I let out a slight awkward laugh, making her shake her head with a smile.

She agreed to help me smooth things over and I was forever thankful. "How do we go about this?" She asks. I think for a moment. "Maybe you could knock on her door and ask to speak with her, and maybe clear the air. Might be best if I'm not there so you can talk properly?" "Sounds good, I don't see a problem with that." I let out a breath of relief. "Ok awesome, thank you."

And after an hour or so she was back. "So how'd it go?" I sit up. "What's something she loves?" I was incredibly confused. "Reading, painting, music. Why?" She leans on the wall. "Shes a kind person, I think she forgave the fact I had apologized, but I reckon you should now do something so she can forgive you completely." I let that sink in and I knew just the thing.

Readers pov

It had been a long day, stressful classes, tons of work. Thank fuck it was a Friday and you could wind down again. You were currently snuggled up on the couch, watching some random cheesy romcom on the TV. Considering it was a Friday that meant Angela was at her boyfriends, so dorm all to yourself. You're brought back out from your thoughts to a knock at your door. Odd. Who on earth. As you open it you spot a girl, not really even processing when you suddenly remember. "Hi, can we talk quickly?" You were shocked nonetheless. What was she even doing here. You let her in anyway, your intrigue getting the better of you. You both make your way over to the couch in silence. "I would like to apologize for kissing something that didn't belong to me." She begins. You on the other hand stay silent and let her finish. "I was drunk- and that's never an excuse, but I do, do crazy shit when I am, I'm not that kind of person sober." There was a silence for a moment. "Doesn't excuse how she acted tho. I appreciate your apology." She nods. "Well if it's any constellation, she never kissed me back." That just confuses me. "Wait she didn't?" She shook her head. "I can assure you. It was just my goofy ass's doing." It only makes you feel a little silly for not knowing the whole story. "I feel embarrassed-" "don't, if anything i probably would've done the same, besides she didn't have the best track record did she? It's no surprise you'd assume." You're now the one to shake your head. "I shouldn't of, I should've let her atleast try and explain."

"Thank you for coming to clear it up with me." You say, escorting her out the door. "Of course, only right thing to do." You nod, giving her a smile. "Although I would've liked her to of come to do so- I know she's tried but I dunno- you think shes given up on trying to fix this?" She lets out a tiny laugh. "Far from that, give it some time yeah? If you know Ellie she never half asses things she loves." You just hope that's true.

It had been a few days later. Two to be exact. And you were currently on your way back to your dorm room. You were about to get your keys when you realize it's already open. "Angie?" You begin, but once you open the door you're greeted by those green eyes. That pale, freckled skin. "Ellie-" You breathe out, setting your things down. Wondering what on earth she's doing here. You notice a few things, like her guitar, then you suddenly smell food. "What is all this." "My apology." You let her continue knowing you had been a bit hard on her. "I made your favorite meal, and I know you were busy today as it was a Friday, so let me take care of you. I'm going to play your favorite song as you relax." Your gaze softens. No one had ever done this for you. Ever. So it melts your heart completely. "Here, come sit." She gestures. You go over to the couch, sitting down as she prepares her guitar, situating it properly in her lap. She begins to play the song Fade Into You by Mazzy Star, your entire face lights up. It hadn't been this bright in awhile, and Ellie seeing that makes her truly happy. Once the song finishes she looks at you. That comfortable silence being back and better than anything. "I- that took me maybe a week to learn, and honestly it wasn't easy but its the easiest song I've ever had to lea-"

But she was cut off by you kissing her. She missed it so much, how soft and safe your lips felt against hers. She was happy again. You pull back to get a look at her. "No one's ever done anything like that for me." She smiles wide. "I've never done anything like that for anyone." She states. "Well I'm glad I was the one." Another comforting silence. "You are the one." Your heart skips a beat at her words, just hearing them makes you giddy inside. "You really think so?" She shakes her head, making you furrow your brows in confusion. "I know so." And that sudden worry was gone again. All you wanted was to kiss her, she got the feeling. Setting the guitar down and bringing you closer. Kissing you so sweetly. You both part. "Well let's eat I bet you're hungry." You nod. "Starved." Your hand reaches out grabbing the plate of pasta. "Smells amazing, I didn't know you cooked." She laughs. "Again with the assuming my love." You put your hands up in your defense. "Didn't say you didn't look like the type to! ... although." A cheeky grins spreads across your face. She lets out a chuckle going to lightly hit your arm. "You're a menace." You begin to eat the meal, and it wasn't too bad. Had all the good flavorings, the perfect amount of cheese which she knew. "No one knows me as well as this, it's quite special to me." She puts her plate down to speak. "No one?" You shook your head. "Not even my parents."

She looked shocked. "Well, glad I could be the one who listens properly. Even though it truly isn't a hard thing to do." You nod at her statement. "You are a good listener. You know how I can tell?" "How?" She leans back intrigued, you take a moment. "Whenever I talk about something and I forget what we were talking about, you always will remind me of the exact thing in best detail that I was speaking of. And always it rejogs my brain. That is how I know you're truly listening." She smiles at you. "You're so cute." The compliment makes you blush, hard. "I missed you." You blurt. "I missed you too angel, so much you have no idea."

That night had been the most relaxing night of your life. It ended with her sleeping in your bed cuddling you until you fell asleep, the safeness you felt was undeniable. It was a regular Tuesday, not too busy but also not so quiet. It all went down hill with the last assignment you got, since you had been a bit out of it recently. You must admit you were slacking. It's not like you at all but you were determined to redeem yourself. That is until the project was due in 2 days. A project this big, no way in hell you were getting it done by then. Not unless you stayed up all night and day. It didn't help that you had classes ontop of that. Stress started to arrive as you go over the assignment. You were currently at the library, skimming it over and over. You begin to bite your lip, chewing and searching for any loose skin as that seemed to help you in some way. It's like a calming technique you picked up through the years, although the consequences aren't so calming. You would forever get ulcers that prevented you from eating because of the infuriating pain. You needed to stop doing it truth be told. You were pulled from the slight manic reading when Ellie is heard. "Hey baby, whatcha doin." She sits down across from you. "Just this assignment." You give her a smile. "How was your day?" You ask her.

"Pretty boring, but hey. Not anymore." She smiles at you now too. "Wanna do something later, you can come over and we can just chill." God that sounded nice but you knew you had to decline. "You can do this and maybe I draw or practice guitar, whatever suits you." God she was so sweet and thoughtful. "That's such a beautiful offer, Els but I think I'm just going to go back to my room to try finish this." And Ellie being Ellie she was agreeing. "Ofcourse yeah! Let me know if you need some company at all." She goes to get up, but before leaving giving you a kiss. "Bye baby." You kiss her back. Once she's left you look back at the work. "Right, let's go." You say packing it up and heading to your dorm.

"Hey." Angie says coming in. "I made some food it's out there if you want it." You nod, focusing on all the papers on your bed. "Whats all this?" You look at her. "Just some work I needa catch up on." She looks at it, then you. "Ok, well please eat." "Uhuh." You didn't take your eyes off of the sheets of paper, scribbling a few words on it. She let out a sigh which you hadn't even heard her do. She leaves soon after, closing the door.

8:01

-Hey sweetheart, just checking in. Making sure everything's ok. :)

You had been so engrossed that you hadn't even felt your phone go off, let alone hear the damn thing.

8:37

-hey sorry, yeah everything's going fine.

-want that company?

-you know, yeah. I'd love that, that sounds nice.

-be there soon. <3

You stop for a moment letting out a breath, you were looking through everything when your face drops, realizing you had completely missed a whole section. "Fuck." You curse going to grab it. There was absolutely no way you were finishing this on time now, you hadn't even seen it how are you going to put this in all of a sudden. "God damn it." "Everything alright?" You jump at the sound of Ellies voice. She holds a hand out. "Woah- didn't mean to startle you it's just me." You shake your head. "Sorry- just a bit jumpy I didn't expect you yet." You reply. She looks at your bed. "This is alot of work." You sigh, trying your hardest to stay positive. You turn your focus on her. "You brought your sketch book." She smiles going to sit in your desk chair. "Sure did, needed to do some doodling." You nod at her, going to continue to figure out what to do with this crap. "What's all this even for?" She asks. "English. Kinda stupid but oh well." Her brows furrow. "You love English tho." "Mmm, I do. But not when it's like this.." you sigh again. "You alright tho?" You nod at her question, flashing a smile. "Yeah, I'm good." She smiles at your own, going to start to draw.

The next night was harder, the whole day was. Trying to find spare time to get more done. It was nearly impossible. Your stress was increasing, making your anxiety appear. You were tearing your hair out in your bedroom. "Hey, have you eaten today?" You hear Angela's faint voice. "Mhmm." You lie. She huffs. "Im worried about you." Your eyes never leave your page. "Well I'm all good in the hood." You slightly joke around by saying that silly saying. "I'm serious Y/n. You hardly have a break from that." That went straight over your head not even hearing what she's saying. She sighs going to close the door again.

-can you please come over.

-why what's up?

-she's freaking me the fuck out, she's not eating I don't even think shes fucking slept, I notice shes been acting incredibly off and it's very worrying.

-slow down, why do you think all this?

-the food from last night was still sitting out this morning. She said she'd eat it and she hasn't. Her eyes are so bloodshot I could see from the millisecond she looked at me. Her bags were prominent too.

-oh Jesus.

-please come over here, I think she really needs you right now.

-I'll be over right away.

Your breath was shakey as you talk to yourself about what you had to do. Your room was a complete and utter mess. Paper, pens, folders. Everywhere. You were so engrossed by it you hadn't even heard your door open. "Y/n?" You heard, you turn your attention to the voice. "Hm?" She saw. Ellie saw what Angela was talking about. "Angie said you haven't eaten." You wave her off. "Can't." She was confused. "And why not?" You pull your lip down to the unsurprising ulcer that had formed. You let your lip rest back, getting back to your studying. "Well I'm going to go reheat the food I'll be right back." You give her another hum, not focusing on a word that came out her mouth. When all of a sudden, the stress was just gone. Your face sits still. Uh oh. That stress had now been replaced with anxiety. Shit. You couldn't let her see you like that. You had to stay calm. But once a panic attack occurred. There was no stopping it. Your breathing became more heavier, taking in breaths to hopefully get that heavy feeling that was on your chest away. No use. It only made things worse, making you freak out again. You felt like you couldn't breath, grabbing onto your sheets feeling tears start to come. Your entire body shaking from the arising panic attack, but also from the lack of sleep. It was going to catch up eventually. It just had to be now. "It might be a bit too hot so just-" Ellie begun. But immediately put the bowl down on your nightstand.

Her movements were speedy coming to crouch down infront of you. She watched you cry your heart out, breathing as if there wasn't air. "Hey hey hey hey, look at me baby." You shake your head, never wanting her to see this. "Please." Her gentle touch makes you reluctantly do so, still letting out streams of tears, shaking uncontrollably. "Shhh." She softly let's out, rubbing your knee. "I-i can't. I can't breathe-" She stands up gently grabbing your hand and putting it to her chest. "Yes you can, youre ok I swear to you. See?" You look at her then your hand, still freaking out slightly, you can feel a ramble about to approach. "This stupid work- Its- suppose to b-be done by tomorrow and I'm nowhere near done. I can't fuck this up because I had been slacking because of everything- and then I messed up on this last night, I h-have absolutely no time during the day because of other classes everything's so messy and I don't know what to do." You sob more. Her heart shatters at your unsteady voice and sobs. She wants to hug you but also doesn't want to overwhelm you even more. "Slow down yeah, once you take a small breath you'll be ok, trust me?" She squeezes your hand reassuringly, letting you know she's right there. "Youre safe. You're going to be just fine. I'm right here." Her voice was so delicate, you let your mind listen to it feeling the sobs begin to slow. "That's it there you go. Can I give you a hug sweet girl?"

You nod at her kindness, wrapping your arms around her torso and resting your head on her chest. She softly kisses your head hugging you tightly. Your grip also tightens not wanting to let go. "Can we stay like this?" You mumbled into her hoodie. "As long as you need angel." Your eyes close, listening to her steady heartbeat. Feeling that tiredness take over. "Can you try eat a small bit before you get some well needed rest, please?" You nod sheepishly, pulling back but still keeping close to her. "Can you stay with me tonight.." Your voice was unsteady but you honestly didn't care you were more than comfortable with her seeing you like this, you thought you wouldn't be, infact you worried about it for nothing. Maybe that's the same for alot of silly things you stress over. "I still dunno what I'm going to do about this stupid work." Your head lowers, looking at your hands in your lap. She thinks for a bit. "Leave it to me ok?" Your eyes move to look at her. "No no, it's ok-" "Please baby. Let me help you." Her hands gently grab your cheeks, and you just give her a nod. "Good, let's get you to eat then some rest hm?"

It was probably a few months that had gone by, you and Ellie were stronger than ever. Doing so well. You were currently over at hers, her roommate being out, you two were just hanging about in her bed. Laughing, smiling, talking. It was a lovely way to spend your evening together. When she turns to you. "Hey pretty girl." She smirks slightly, glancing ar your lips. "Hello." You reply cheerful. You notice her eyes, wanting to kiss her, leaning in to do so. Her hands sneak to the small of your back as the kiss was slow but heated, with intense passion. "Have you." Kiss "Ever thought." Kiss .. kiss - it slowly moves to your jaw. "About sex." And your eyes go ghost. Your mind runs, your heart pounds. Because no you haven't and there's a divine reason why. "I know I have."

"Don't move you little bitch."

You swallow. "I uhm- I dunno exactly." You could tell Ellie was in the mood, and her kisses were so nice-

"Absolutely pathetic, and you're letting this happen."

You blink furiously. "You make me so happy." The kisses continue, and you freeze. Just like all those years ago. "Youre so pretty baby." Your heart rate picks up again. Your anxiety peeking. "E-ellie.." You wanted to try to tell her. Considering you haven't mentioned it yet. "Mmm?" Her kisses move down to you neck, everything was soft but..

"Dumb. Fucking. Cunt."

You could feel slight tears. "Is this ok?" She asks. And when you don't respond she asks again. "Baby?" Then suddenly she feels something wet hit her nose. "My love?" She looks up this time, seeing the small tears. "Hey, hey." Her voice was velvet, making more tears fall. If anything you weren't as scared to do sex all over again, you felt so incredibly safe with her, and remembering all those flashbacks just proved how new all this was. It felt foreign. "Talk to me pretty." She goes to softly stroke your hair. "Was it something I said?" You just shake your head wrapping your hands around her wrist gently. "You're perfect." A silence. "Then why are you crying sweetheart." Her voice was as tender as her touch and you knew you were in love with this woman. "Because you're perfect." She smiles brightly. "Years ago, I was with this girl. We were together for 2 years when near the end she got incredibly toxic with me. And she well in some words-" You didn't even need to finish your sentence, Ellie knew and immediately hugged you. You returned it tightly, like you always did. That silence came back and it was incredibly comforting. "I love you." You hear her voice whisper in your ear. Pulling back to look at her a little surprised. "You don't have to say it b-" But you cut her off bringing her in for a kiss again. "Yes." That confused her. "I've thought about it with you and yes." Then the smiles return, and so do the heated kisses.

After a short while she moved to be more ontop of you but stops briefly. You look at her, she looks way too good right now. "Can I eat you out angel." Her face was close to yours but the way she asked only turned you on more, the fact she's such an angel with this all is an even bigger turn on for you. "Please do." You breathe. Feeling her slowly take off your shirt, she looks at your breasts admiringly. "You're flawless." You felt heat rise to your cheeks, but not because you were anxious or anything, because your whole body felt like it was heating up, all because of how loving she was. She moves her lips to kiss one slowly turning into a gentle suck, around the skin and on your hardened bud. You breathe out, but even that sounded pretty to Ellie. Making her close her eyes at everything right now. She couldn't get enough of you. "You're so beautiful, so incredibly pretty." She blabs on. Her kisses move down your stomach. Keeping with her tender like touch. She slowly but surely pulls your pajama pants down along with your underwear. She takes a moment to take this all in. "Want to take my time yeah? Promise it's not in a teasing way. You truly don't deserve that especially not right now. Just want to savor hm?" You nod, biting your lip ever so slightly.

"You sure it's ok mama?" She rubs circles on the fat of your thigh. You give her a nod but she shakes her head. "Wanna hear you verbally say it, please?" Your smile grew. "Yes Ellie I promise its ok, please do it." Your soft voice made her smile grow. "Angel girl.." She began, gently stroking your clit. Your breath hitches at the feeling. "Need to make you feel good, gotta." Her mouth slowly comes down to you, licking softly. Delicately. That then turns into sucking and she did not disappoint. She in fact was making you feel good. Amazing even. She keeps the pace, eventually looking up at you and the way you'd react to everything. When you felt her tongue go in you, you lost it entirely. Your mouth hung open with so much pleasure everything felt so natural. It always did. "Mmm, knew you'd be as sweet tasting.. such a perfect girl." You let a moan slip. "E-ellie i-" "Mhmm, feel you clenching on my tongue. I got you baby. I got you." This woman didn't make you last long at all but in hindsight. You were not at all complaining. Because as you began to cum, you feel the most incredible orgasm approaching. You felt content, safe. Secure. "Thereee you go Angel. Atta girl." She mumbles letting you ride out your high on her tongue. "Mmm Ellie please I need you so bad." She licks her lips coming up to your face. "Yeah love?" You nod. She goes to take off her clothes, going to get back ontop of you.

But she stops again. "Why don't we try this." She goes to lay down on her back getting you to straddle her. "You be in control okay? I'm right here to help. Just want to make sure this is perfect for you. All I want." You look at her lips, leaning down to kiss them. Her hands tangle in your hair, giving you a tender scalp massage as the two of you kiss. You situate so your pussys directly on hers, not moving just yet, going to sit up a bit. You begin to move shortly after. Watching as you both open your mouths. Her soft grunt made your stomach do flips. "You're so perfect Els.." Your breath became uneven, in the best way possible. She looks down at the two of you then back at your face, your features. "God your ethereal." Another moan escapes you as you speed up. "Good girl, doing so good." The praise went straight to your core helping egg your orgasm on. "C-Can we cum together, please?" Her heart fluttered at your words. "Ofcourse my angel. Wouldn't want anything more than to do so." Your pace picked up again, letting more moans slip from your pink lips. "So well, so incredibly good. Fuck." You knew she was getting close you could just tell. And so were you. Her hands rest on your thighs, squeezing the flesh. "Ready mama?" You nod with her, cumming with moans. Grunts. Of eachothers names even. As you rode out your high making sure Ellies was met too, your body became weak. Flopping onto her torso. "I love you, Ellie." You say back from about 30 minutes ago. Her smile was like it was tattooed onto her face. "You truly have changed me, Y/n.. and for the better." You close your eyes. Feeling yourself drift of to sleep. She kisses your head, stroking your hair gently. "Wanna marry you some day even.."

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lavenderstobins · 9 days

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Wayne Adopts Robin | pt 2

[part 1]

Before anything else, Wayne needs to call Eddie.

Robin's still curled up on the couch, now barely visible under his jacket. Eddie's at band practice at Tony's place and has been for most of the day; there's still a few hours 'til he expects him home, but Wayne's aware that he might not be in the most... sound of mind.

'Band practice', Wayne has learned, covers anything and everything related to spending time with the band, whether they play or not. With no current upcoming performances, they're usually just hangouts, and hangouts that often have Eddie coming home red-eyed and giggly.

He doesn't mind it. He does think that if Eddie comes home stoned to find a random girl in their trailer he might have an aneurysm.

The number comes to him easily enough. Tony's Dale's kid, God rest his soul, and the phone number is burned into his memory from long-ago fishing trips.

The phone rings once before a voice answers. Linda, Dale's wife. A nice woman, known to be a gossip. They exchange pleasantries, then Linda's yelling for Tony to pass the phone to Eddie, and the background noise changes.

Tony, he can hear, is telling Eddie that he's calling, and Eddie, who is definitely stoned, answers eloquently with "Wha?"

"Dude, the phone."

"Huh? No thanks."

There's a snort, and someone else cackles. Wayne's pretty sure it's Jeff.

"It's your uncle, man." Tony's voice is higher-pitched than usual. Ah, to be a teenager again. "Mom's put it through for you. Answer... the... phone."

There's some rustling, and then—

"Wayne!" Eddie all but shouts. "Pleasant eve, my good sir!"

There's a giggle, then someone in the background says, "Oh, god, he's gone medieval again."

"Eddie?" He hesitates, glancing back to where Robin's sleeping. He lowers his voice. "You okay, boy?"

"Uncle Wayne, I could not be more magnificent." Another rustle and a quiet thud. Wayne dreads to think what's happening. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Ed," he starts, then stops, shifting. What even should he say? He needs to tell him about Robin being here, but as he glances back to her sleeping form, he can already feel that her presence ain't gonna be temporary. If her mom's kicked her out, she won't have anywhere to go, and he'll be damned if he lets a kid end up shivering on the streets. "You think you'd be okay with a sister?"

The other end is quiet. Then there's a loud thump, an even louder groan, and an explosion of laughter from presumably the rest of the band.

"Not soft," Eddie mumbles. "Fuckin— imposter rug."

Wayne clears his throat.

"You fucking moron," a voice chips in, feminine this time, which means it's Felicity. "That rug is almost as flat as your ass."

Eddie squawks indignantly. Wayne sighs, a small smile tugging at his lips despite it.

"Eddie." He waits for Eddie's answering hum. "Did you hear me?"

"Nope," he says, cheery as ever. "What did you say?"

"I said, how would you feel about havin' a—a sister of sorts around?"

There's a beat of silence. He's about to repeat himself, when—

"You're PREGNANT?" Eddie shouts.

Quieter, Wayne can hear Jeff's voice, "Wait, isn't he talking to Uncle Wayne?"

"No, Eddie—"

"YOU SLY DOG! YOU DIDN'T USE PROTECTION? AFTER ALL THE LECTURES YOU GAVE ME ABOUT IT?"

"Alright, that's enough, buddy." Jeff's calm tone takes over, growing louder a moment later. "Hi, Uncle Wayne. Uh, don't mind Eddie, he's..." There's a pause in which he seems to be trying to find the right words.

Eddie's voice booms again, far too close to the receiver. "Jeff, Jeff! Tell Wayne I want to name her Arwen!"

"... I don't know what he is," Jeff finishes. "Um, he'll be fine before he goes home, I promise. We, ah—We didn't expect your call."

"It's fine, son." Wayne stifles his own laugh. "I'll wait until he's home. You, uh, enjoy your night now."

"Yes, sir," Jeff says politely. Distantly, he can hear the sounds of a scuffle and more giggling.

Wayne hangs up, shaking his head fondly. He only hopes that Eddie does sober up before he gets home, or the conversation's going to be very difficult.

He's gonna need another coffee.

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heyhihellosworld · 1 year

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𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁! 𝐈𝐈

Pt 1 Pt 3

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: This is part 2 of 'He is not!'

Warnings: Smut x2 🫢, angst, fluff, slight argument

Notes: This may not make too much sense because it's jumping a lot. Also I got a bit carried away eheh. Always struggling with pt 2 of stories but loved writing pt 1 so I gave it a shot! And thank you for all the love on part 1, really thankful! xx

You were sat on the couch once again, but this time it was so much worse than this very morning.

Jack was yet again rambling but now you had done something, in his eyes very wrong and you couldn't really defend yourself. You'd tried but it wasn't very popular with your brother when your argument was that Mason was hot.

You swore you could see his eyes darken when you tried to reason with him that he was a good fuck and after that you'd just kept quite knowing it would be for the best.

"You promised!" he close to shouted, pacing back and forth in front of the couch you had slumped down into after he'd ushered you home from the club. You could still feel the remainants of alcohol in your blood even though you began to sober up and had been for the past couple of hours.

"Well I didn't fucking know he was in England! I was just happy I'd found a hottie who wasn't in City" you mumbled quietly

"Y/n" Jack whined, running his hands over his face.

He was done rambling now, never being able to keep angry at you for too long but sadly enough disappointment seemed to take longer to vanish. "Couldn't you've asked him?" he sighed out, sitting down in the love seat opposite you.

"What was I supposed to ask huh? Like hi i'm y/n you're really hot and I want to fuck you but firstly, are you possibly teammate with my brother?"

"That's one idea" he muttered, knowing it wasn't something you naturally asked someone but you still broke your promise and he would keep you to that for a long long time.

"It's not jack! I'm really sorry okay, I didn't mean to break my promise" you sighed, leaning your head back. You where really tired, it was late as hell, you'd been up early, you'd watched a very shaking game, you'd dranken a lil too much plus a good fuck on that, exhausting was a light word.

Jack sighed, looking at you with his deep brown eyes and a serious expression "Okay, okay just promise me that you wont do it again"

You closed your eyes, not wanting to promise that.

"Y/n" Jack glared at you in warning "no Jack, please"

"What, no no no. Never again" he argued, standing up again looking pissed.

"I'm not gonna promise that" you said lowly, refusing to meet his eyes. "What y/n! It was just a one-night stand, right?"

Your eyes fleeted around the floor trying to look at anything but him. "Yeah?" Realization dawned upon him and his eyes narrowed "He's already contacted you hasn't he?" he spoke darkly making you wince "What would you do if I said yes?"

"Show me!" he barked making you jump, snatching your phone tight in your hand. "Not a chance!"

"Y/N!"

"NO! He just said... that he... that he had a good time and wondered if I wanted to see him again sometime"

"And you of course said no"

"Uh... no?" you winced again, his look killing you.

"You've already said yes" he deadpanned, throwing his head back in absolute annoyance.

"Yeah" "Ah fuck you! And fuck Mason!" he grunted out, gesturing with his hand in the air.

"Come on Jack, it's already happened so the promise is already broken" you sighed "What's once or twice more?" He didn't answer your question but sighed instead, resting his eyes heavily on you

"Y/n If you see him again you're gonna make me really disappointed" he said lowly before gathering his stuff and walking out the door, probably going back to the club to find a shag. You heard him shut the door harshly behind him, leaving you groaning on the couch.

A week had gone and Jack had been in a little better mood since that day but he was still not as regular with you. It was strained and you hated yourself for betraying him like he felt you did.

Today you'd followed him to his England training, he was really reluctant to let you but when Mason mentioned he couldn't train with the squad because of a sore ankle he had said okay.

What he didn't know was that Mason still would be there, smirking at you as you walked past. He had been texting you all week, even calling a few times to just chat. Obsessing over you. (In a good way, not a perv/stalker way, just had to clear that up)

The training was a couple of hours but you loved watching them. They had a lot of fun and it was a good change from watching the serious games when it was die or survive.

You had only sat in the stand for about half an hour when Mason texted you.

You grinned at your phone before sneaking off, sending a text to Jack just in case he would see you not there to let him know you had gone to greet the staff and get something to eat. But in reality you where hurrying into the building and around the corner.

Mason stood with a huge grin on his face, leaning against the wall waiting for you.

He didn't even say hi before gripping your arm and pulling you into some type of closet or equipment room.

He immediately towered over you with a soft grin, his hand resting on your chin.

"We really shouldn't" you sighed, tilting your head up to look at him. he was standing so close you could kiss him if you wanted to but you restrained yourself, Jack's voice repeating in the back of your mind.

"I really couldn't care less about Jack right now" he breathed, his breath fanning your face, eyes literally boring into yours. It was impossible to resist him, to resist his gorgeous eyes and inviting lips. Something just dragged you towards him. "I should care... but I don't right now" you sighed before closing the space between your lips, attacking his with yours in a heated and desperate kiss. He met you with the same hunger, lips bruising as your tongues fought for dominance.

He pushed you against the door of the small room. A moan escaping your lips before you could stop it.

Both of your clothes were gripped, desperate hands grasping the items of fabric off, desperate to feel what was underneath. Your shirt was pulled up over your breasts, your bra pulled down enough so he could grasp at them without any fabric in the way.

Your jeans were gone just as his shirt, his jeans undone showing his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. His fingers were over your panties, rubbing your clit the best he could through the material. The touch made you whine, the lacy material causing even more friction against your sensitive nub sending your mind into mush.

"You like that huh? Can feel you soaking through" he whispered huskily against the shell of your ear causing a shiver through your body.

Your teeth chewed through your lip, trying to keep sane as he pushed his hand inside your panties.

He properly teased you, flicking one finger in and out of you, his thumb rubbing over your clit and back up over your thigh and stomach, creating a pattern to drive you crazy.

"Okay, okay" you breathed, reaching for his hand to stop his movements. He got what you signaled and stopped his fingers instead lifting you up by your thighs, pushing your back against the door further so that you were in the same height. Your arms tangled around his neck for support as he quickly swiped your underwear to the side and pushed his hips forward, teasing your slit with his tip. Anticipation coursed through your body, making you needy for him to just fuck you but Mason was a tease, and it obviously didn't matter if it was in a public restroom, an open cupboard or a bed.

Finally, finally you felt him slowly push into you, your eyes fell close as deep breaths escaped from your mouth. Your neck craned itself, resting against the door as he bottomed out inside of you.

You wanted to look at him so badly but it was hard as he began to move, instead you marveled in the small sounds he let out. Small huffs of air and small breathy moans left his lips whenever you pushed back onto him or clenched around him.

His hands were gripping you hard, nailing into your flesh as he pounded into you. It felt so much better sober, you could feel his every movement and ravel in it with a clear head. Your back hurt with every thrust as you were slammed up and into the door but it only made the whole thing better. His mouth was leaving sloppy kisses up your neck, nipping and licking over your exposed skin.

"Fuck" he mumbled into your neck as you squeezed around him again, "I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that" he breathed out.

You forced your eyes open only to see him looking at you. His lips where slightly parted and eyes shiny. He looked proper fucked and it made you grin, your hand coming up to his cheek to stroke over his scruff as he continued to pound into you. "Do it, cum for me" you whispered against his mouth. You loved the way his eyes closed momentarily, a deep breath coming out of his mouth before he started to move even harder against you, letting himself go and search for his release.

You reached down to rub your clit as you sensed he was close. Mason loved when you did that, his eyes moving back and forth from your eyes to where you were connected, watching your face contort in pleasure and your fingers brushing over yourself.

He couldn't hold himself back any longer, groaning as he came inside of you, letting himself ride out his high before slowly pulling out.

You were breathing hard, looking into his brown eyes as he kissed you slowly, sensually, intertwining his tongue with yours. We was still holding you up against the door with determination.

He searched your eyes but you weren't sure for what as he slapped your hand away that was still absentmindedly rubbing circles over your clit, replacing it with his own fingers.

You gasped at the contact, his fingers being much rougher and picking up the speed immediately, feeling much better than your own.

"Mason" you breathed out, eyes closing again "it's okay, you don't have to" you tried but he huffed out a 'no'

"If you don't want me to, tell me to stop but if not i'm not gonna let you go without making you cum."

You moaned at his words feeling the high almost snapping already. It was not like you had been far from coming before and now you where tethering over that delicious edge.

"I-I'm gonna" you tried to warn him but he already knew, watching your face and hearing your whining sounds. "I know, I know, It's okay, cum" he murmured against your jaw loving the look on your face as you let go, squirming in his hold.

Once you'd come down from your high he helped you down on your feet, both of you cleaning up as much as possible before zipping up and straightening clothing.

Masons lips were on you all the time, not wanting to let go, desperate to feel the taste and softness of your lips.

"I have to get back" you said lowly, brushing away the hair in his eyes. "Do you really?" he asked with a whine making you chuckle "I do Mason"

"Can I see you again?" he asked desperately, eyes staring into yours with need.

And just like that Jack popped into your head, a tinge of guilt settling in your stomach as you nodded slowly. "I guess" you murmured, not convinced but Mason seemed to be satisfied with that answer, kissing your lips once more "I will text you" he smiled before leaving the small room.

The guilt only grew as you slipped into the bathroom to clean up properly before grabbing something from the cafeteria and settling in the stands again. Meeting Jack's worried look turn into recognition as you waved the coffee and sandwich at him, feeling like crying at his smile.

"Bro"

Jack ignored his shout, looking the other way while walking onto the pitch, already in a sucky mood after ignoring you that morning, hating to argue and not be close.

"Bro come on can we at least talk about it?" Mason tried, jogging to catch up with his long strides.

"No Mason, don't talk to me" Jack gruffed, speeding up even more but Mason had no problems catching up while running.

"Please"

"Mason just fuck off!" he grunted out, making heads turn as they where close to the others by now.

"No I want to talk to you about this" Mason huffed stubbornly, not expecting Jack to fly around, aggressively bumping into him with force.

"I said fuck off" he grumbled warningly.

"Hey hey hey, what's going on?" John stepped in, holding a hand on each of their shoulders to separate them.

Either of them answering, Mason looked down while Jack stared daggers at him.

"What is going on?" John repeated, not asking this time.

"What is going on is that Mason here is fucking my little sister!" Jack close to shouted, all heads turning to them now.

"y/n?" John asked in confusion, Jack only getting more annoyed "Yes y/n!"

"Bro what the fuck" Kyle stepped in, looking at Mason. "You fucked y/n?"

"I didn't even know he had a sister called y/n!" Mason defended, he unlike John and Kyle didn't share the club with Jack meaning they didn't meet that often and he didn't know him as good.

"I didn't even know who she was" Mason sighed, tired of it.

"When was this?"

"At the club after the City/Chelsea game, she was there. I met her first at the stadium then again at the club and we fu-hooked up in the bathroom. I just knew her name, I didn't know she was Jack's sister" he sighed dropping his head. Kyle nodded, understanding the situation. "Jack, listen to him. He didn't know" "I don't give a fuck, if he hadn't been with her again maybe I could have thought about it but now no" "You slept with her again?" Kyle sighed, John just stood quite beside them, letting Kyle sort it out, he was better at it.

"Uh-yeah"

"Man what the fuck" Kyle groaned "Why would you do that, I get you didn't know who she was the first time but surely you must've the second time"

"He did, I saw them both after the first time" Jack grumbled, glaring murderer still.

"I did"

"So why again? You know the rule bro"

"I-I don't know, She-I" Mason stuttered, not knowing how to phrase it for Jack's ears. "She is just really intriguing okay?! I needed to check in on her after or... hookup and then we just kept on texting"

"When was the second time?" Jack groaned, not liking to hear about it at all. "When she came for training" Mason mumbled, looking down on the ground. "Fucking shit" Jack grunted "You fucked her in a fucking closet or something?"

Mason winced, giving the answer away. "Fucking shit" Jack repeated, glaring hard.

"Bro" Kyle sighed, closing his eyes like if he was dealing with two fighting children. "I get you okay, I do I would be pissed too if he slept with my sister but you gotta keep it civil at training" Kyle stated calmly.

"Ah fuck of Kyle" Jack scoffed, moving away from the group to continue with their training instead, fed up by Mason and the whole situation.

Mason felt defeated, he didn't know what he could do or say to make Jack talk to him.

You where sneaking.

You'd never sneaked with something in front of Jack before but you convinced yourself that you would hurt him more if you told him straight to his face that you were sleeping with Mason. Deep down you knew you hurt him even more by sneaking around and risking he found out about it but you couldn't stand to see the pain you would have to cause him face to face.

"Where are you going?" Jack huffed from the couch making you stop dead in your track, your brain racking for some excuse but nothing came to mind.

"y/n?"

"Uh-I'm going out..."

He raised his eyes from the tv to look at you with furrowed eyes "What's the matter with you?" he chuckled, studying your nervous stance.

You could see the exact second the penny dropped, his smile disappearing and eyes narrowing

"no"

"I'm sorry okay!?" you exclaimed, not being able to take the disappointment in his eyes as he rested his heavy look on you. "Why, just why. You know I don't want you to be with my teammates because it will stir things around in the team. How could I go there and act like nothing happened when I know he's been fucking my little sister." "I understand you, I do but just... why is it such a big deal?"

"Because!" Jack almost shouted out, frustration tearing on his every part of being.

"Because I know how he is! I know how they all are! Searching around for quick fucks, arseholes! All of them ar arseholes!"

You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your mouth at his outburst.

"I know that Jack. Come on, I know you and you are just like them but I am an adult, I promise I can care for myself. That first time I was just searching for a quick fuck and forget but then he reached out to see me again." "Don't trust him y/n, it doesn't matter if he texted you to see you again that's probably just because you were a good fuck.... oh my gosh I can't believe I just said that about my baby sister" Jack cried, rubbing his face with his hands.

You couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out from your mouth at his dramatics, patting his leg in a try to reassure him. "I can take care of myself Jack, I'm sorry that I fucked your teammate... twice but I can take care of myself. It's not like I'm in love with the bloke"

"I don't know y/n..." he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest like a stubborn child making you sigh at him, rolling your eyes which made him sigh too, giving up this argument. "Okay okay, you do you but please, I'm warning you now and I'm not about to pick up the pieces when he does what he always does"

"It's not gonna happen Jack"

"we'll see" he huffed, standing up and striding to his room. You collapsed back on the couch, you hated arguing with him, hated making him disappointed. You felt your heart drop as you heard his door slam shut and the lock turn, he only locked when he was seriously mad.

"I'm sorry Jack" you sighed for yourself before grabbing your wallet and exiting the house.

It wasn't long to Mason's hotel, maybe it was a little too close you thought as you stepped into the elevator up to his room floor.

You were excited to see him again but you couldn't shake off Jack's disappointed look and his pleas for you to not see him anymore. But as previously all those thoughts flew away as Mason swung the door open, meeting you with his charismatic smile as he gestured you into the room.

"I didn't think you would show up" "I'm sorry, I got into this whole thing with Jack" You sighed, slumping down on the couch with a grimace. "Oh, sorry" he mumbled, looking almost timid by the way he watched you.

You waved it off observing him as he walked closer to you "Don't worry bout it he is just dramatic" you smiled a small pang of guilt settling in your chest as you uttered the words. You knew how he felt about this yet here you were, in the middle of the night in Mason's hotel room for a booty call.

"He is really not okay with this huh?" You sighed, looking into his eyes "No, not really"

He looked down on the floor, guilt settling in him too. Jack was a good friend and it was well known that relatives was off market but he hadn't known who you where that first day and then he was hooked, obsessed with the way you felt, not having it in hm to stop whatever this was.

"But let's not think about him now huh?" You smiled at him, reaching out for him as he stopped right in front of you with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"No? So what do you want to think about?"

"Hmm" you teased, feigning thinking over the question.

Your fingers tangled together behind his neck, bringing his mouth down to yours. You let your lips faintly brush over his in a teasing manner, locking eyes with his. "Your dick?"

Mason groaned quietly at your answer, a smirk taking over your face. His lips melted into you fully this time, taking control and dominating the kiss despite your tries to put up a fight.

You were pretty desperate to get to the point, wanting to forget all rational thoughts and just get lost in pleasure but Mason stopped you before you could unbutton his pants.

"No way we are doing this in the couch when we for the first time have the chance to do it for real, in a comfortable bed"

You giggled at him, pushing him off of you and standing up. "Okay then"

You sprinted to the bed, Mason close behind you before jumping into it in a fit of giggles.

Mason quickly moved over you, hovering over your face with a foolish grin, hand coming to wipe your hair away from your eyes before meeting your lips hungrily, desperate to have you for real this time. Be able to take his sweet time and love your body for real, not just fucking you quickly and messily in a club bathroom or a closet at the training ground.

"You are so so beautiful" he whispered, mouth ghosting over your lips and down your neck, your body craning back to give him more access. His lips ghosted over your ear and down to your mouth again.

"I know you said you wanted to take your time but is that really necessary?" You whined, bucking your body upwards to get in contact with him.

Mason chuckled at you, pursing his lips "It is"

You couldn't help but whine, feeling the need to get some type of relief. "It's fine" he chuckled, sliding his hands up under your shirt to grasp at your boobs. Softly squeezing them over the material.

"Just fucking take it off" you grunted annoyed, pushing him up so you could sit before ripping the shirt of your body prompting him to do the same.

You almost salivated at his naked torso, flipping him around whilst he was focusing on tossing his shirt away, catching him off guard. If he was gonna take his time you would at least be in charge, not be the one getting teased but being the one teasing.

You moved down slightly, straddling his thighs as you slowly licked a stripe up his torso over his chest. His breathing caught in his throat, eyes closing as you littered small sensual kisses all over his chest, teasingly going lower before abandoning and working upwards again.

When you teasingly licked a stripe from the edge of his jeans up his navel he grunted, painfully hard at your ministrations.

"Okay stop it now, I get your point" he breathed, trying to reach for you.

You giggled against his skin, kissing up his body until your lips met his again.

"It was you who wanted us to take our time so that's what i'm doing love"

"Okay okay but I was wrong, let's just get to it" he rushed out, a light bubble of laughter escaping your mouth. "Aww"

You grinned before moving down again. Licking teasingly over his navel and down his small happy trail whilst you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Helping him out of them.

A sigh of relief left his mouth as he was freed from his jeans but he was still straining in his boxers as you teasingly trailed your fingers under his boxer band.

"Stop fucking teasing!" he grunted, sitting up and taking off his jeans and boxers as you chuckled at his impatience.

You leant down, looking up at him teasingly through your lashes as you licked a stripe up his dick. You slowly and teasingly licked his tip, kissing down the base before licking your way up again.

He could almost not contain himself, his erection only getting harder and harder at your teasing movements.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep going" he gruffed out between his teeth his hips moving on their own accord. You finally took pity on him, taking him in your mouth for real, bobbing your head and sucking at his tip.

"Y/n y/n, stop stop" he panted out, clawing at your hair to get you off his dick.

You grinned at him as you released him with a pop, kissing up his chest before meeting his mouth in a needy kiss.

Mason huffed as you moved back from his lips, moving you around in a swift movement, hovering over your face.

He mirrored your previous teasing, kissing down your body, stopping at your breasts to lick and suck over them. Your eyes struggled to stay open, you teeth desperately trying to keep your soft sounds in.

Soon your jeans and underwear where discarded and he was teasing one finger through your folds, teasing your hole before softly dragging them over your clit.

"Just fuck me Mase" you whined, bucking your hips up to prove your point further, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he moved up to your face again.

"Hm that's what you want?

"Yes Mase" you said lowly, rubbing your thumb over his scruff. He looked at you patiently, waiting for something more and you knew exactly what. Your eyes rolled as you clicked your tongue

"Please Mase" you muttered, slight sarcasm to your voice but Mason didn't care just narrowed his eyes at you before directing his tip to your entrance.

He didn't do anything else though, just teasing his tip at your entrance, rubbing it over your clit. His hands came to your hips as you tried to buck up to him, holding you still.

"Mason" you groaned, looking at him with a glare but that only got him to chuckle at you.

Instead of giving you what you wanted he started to tease you with his fingers again but this time he actually did something. Slowly pushing your walls apart he slid two of his fingers inside of you. Slowly moving them among your walls before hooking them to press on that perfect spot against your wall. Your eyes rolled back as your lips parted

"Yes Mase, keep doing that, keep going" you murmured, ignoring his smirk as he made you feel good.

He didn't do what you said though, stopping only a few moments later to your annoyance but this time he was done teasing, again running his dick against your sex but only for a few seconds before he slowly pushed into you.

The stretch was delicious, making your eyes shut close and breathing get heavier.

"Fuck" Mason grunted as he bottomed out "you just feel better every fucking time we do this"

You snickered at his comment, rubbing his chin lovingly as he slowly started to move, loving the way you pushed back against him every time.

He stuck to his words, taking his time. There were no desperate pounding, no messily sloppily quick fuck. He was slow in his movements, savoring the moment and you didn't mind it. Meeting his slow kisses and slow thrusts, bashing in the feeling of him. His strokes were firm, determined but slow, meeting your hips with an obscene sound.

His hands and mouth were everywhere, teasing your clit, twisting your nipple, stroking your hips, he was everywhere at the same time, overwhelming you with pleasure.

You lost track of time as you rocked together, both so into your own little bubble to think of anything else. Pleasure slowly building until it snapped, slowly dissipating before you came back to reality, your eyes opening to meet his.

You didn't wanna stay for long, a tinge of awkwardness settling as you sipped on your coffee, looking at him over your cup.

"I really should go" you said softly, his nod of recognition was pretty cynical as you stood up, placing the mug at the sink before grabbing your things.

"I'll text you" he said lowly, barely looking at you as you moved towards the door. You couldn't help the way your eyes rolled at his behavior, like he just a few hours ago hadn't cuddled up to you and told you how amazing you were.

"Bye Mason" you muttered, the whole thing really feeling like goodbye.

"Jack" you tried but he was relentless, pacing with such fury and determination you almost didn't dare look at him.

"How could he?!" he shouted angrily, his hands gesturing like they always did when he was angry.

"It's nothing" you tried but Jack was not giving in.

"What do you mean it's nothing y/n! It's all over the internet"

You sighed, looking down. Things haven't been going that great since you spent the night at his hotel. He had texted you to say sorry for his behavior the morning after and you'd started texting just like before. But then only a few days later there had been tabloids everywhere of him with some girl.

"Have you seen the pictures?" he asked, his voice lowering as he saw your face. It wasn't like you'd fallen head over heels for him but it still stung, it really stung.

"No"

"Ugh" he groaned "I said this was gonna happen, didn't I?" he sighed, sitting down next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you, your head resting on his shoulder whilst his rested on yours.

"You did" you said lowly

"But you also said you wouldn't be here when it did"

"I know" he sighed, kissing the top of your head. "But I lied, I will always be here, regardless of what I say" he said softly, making you smile.

"Thank you"

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 6🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 6 "Party Politics"

Timestamp: 00:32:30

Video Length: 4min. & 48sec.

Sumo Wrestling to talk to Ragh (‣Pt. 1 | Pt. 2)

Gorgug gets to the front of the line! 😂😆

Ragh is so tired.. undefeated crab king 😂

Gorgug asks if Ragh wants to take a break 😂

Ragh is so tired 😂😂🤣🤣💀💀

Ragh is out of rages 😭😭

Gorgug doesn't feel like raging 😭😭

Ragh adds a +10 to Athletics. He rolls a 19 and gets a 29! ;0

Gorgug has a +8 to Athletics 😭

Ragh pushes Gorgug to the edge. He's one step away from going off. 😭

Gorgug goes into a rage

Ragh and Gorgug trash talk 😂

Ragh is Crab King!

Ragh is gassed!

Gorgug: "If you're the crab king, I'm the fisherman."

Ragh: "Well, fisherman, guess what? These waters are restricted! You have to throw me back or you'll be fined!

Gorgug: "I'll throw you back. I'll throw you back right now. I'm not afraid to provide for my family."

Ragh gets a 21.

Gorgug gets a 22!!

Gorgug has Ragh right on the edge!

XD LOL POOR RAGH! 😭😭😭✋✋✋

Ragh: "If you're gonna push me off, just don't do it too hard, okay? I'm gassed"

Gorgug: "Do you want to push me off?

Ragh: "What's that?"

Gorgug: "Do you want to push me off?"

Ragh: "There could be talent scouts here, dude."

Gorgug: "How much bad milk did you have?" 💀

Ragh: "Oh, I thought that was just milk! I was doing it to carbo-load."

Gorgug: "It's milk."

Ragh: "What?"

Ally: "Carbo-load on milk!" 😂

Ragh: "I was doing it to carbo-load, dude."

Gorgug: "Well, it's bad 'cause it's got vodka in it, but milk is milk."

Ragh: "I think I ate some glass. That was vodka?!"

(NOT THE "I ATE GLASS" BIT COMING BACK! 😭✋)

Gorgug tells Ragh to throw him off so he can have a conversation with him 😭✋

Ragh gets a 24.

Gorgug chooses to fail 😭✋

Ragh hurls Gorgug off and pretends to have been bested by him 😭💀

Ragh: "Crab King is victorious. Gonna go lie down."

Ooooo!!! Sofas with golden skulls and crossbones as the studs everywhere! ;00

Gorgug explains the things that happened in the Synod Mall to Ragh.

Gorgug tells Ragh that Kalina's back and he seemed surprised about it like "-Kalina's back?"

But Kristen had already told Ragh before when they were talking about Tracker and stuff that Kalina was back.. that's not new info for him. 🤔 So... Idk 🤷‍♀️

Gorgug: "She[Kalina] said 'Ragh'"

Ragh: "She said my name? Like she's gonna come after me or kill my mom?"

The way that Ragh got SO DEFENSIVE IMMEDIATELY! 😭✋ I LOVE HIM SO BAD! 😭✋♥️

Ragh goes over to rally 💀

Ragh: "Gotta rally, gotta get sober. My mom's in danger! Gotta get it together, Barkrock! Why did you waste all your rages being crab king?"😭😭😭😭

Gorgug: "You never know when you're gonna need 'em."

Ragh: "You never know when you're gonna need 'em! That was stupid!" 😭😭😭

I love Ragh so much! He cares about his mom SO MUCH and I love him SO BAD! 😭😭✋✋

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My first confession pt.2 | drabble

A part of DEEP series

✧ Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader

✧ warning(s): explicit language, hinting of underage drinking, drunk kiss

✧ word count: 1.6k

a/n: part two to this drabble and the ending.

index | askme!

MIN YOONGI

she blew out the candles, jihye picked out her cake after I insisted on doing it myself but she wouldn't shut up so I had no choice. she smiled brightly as they took turns taking photos of her, going in pairs to take photos with her. It irked my soul when he stood next to her, his arm wrapped around her as he rested it on her arm tugging her closer to him.

"hey! smile!" taehyung yells refusing to take the photo without causing some sort of scene. I glared at him as he suggested them to get closer but how closer could they get. taehyung laughs as namjoon yells at him to take the photo, he glances my way which I mouthed "do you wanna die" and he frowned right away, turning to the pair and taking the photo. handing the phone to junho but the bastard didn't stop there, instead he leaned down and began whispering who knows what to her, I stared at her to read her reaction but all she did was smile and nod giving his arm a small squeeze as he moves on letting jihye step in his spot as she hugs y/n tightly for a photo.

"alright last but not least" taehyung pushes me towards the table, indicating it was my turn for a photo. "happy birthday" she automatically hugs me, kissing her forehead I squeeze her as I hug her back.

this is it, no matter what he does. he can't have this, our relationship.

my eyes glanced to him, he was sitting at the table taking a sip of what ever he was drinking, eyes on us. "smile" she says softly, my eyes tracing back to her as she gives me her bright smile "you don't have to tell me that" I smile, turning to the camera my arm wraps around her waist, holding her closely to me.

"we're finally 21" she whispers

"and? just another year" I shrug

"yeah but we can drink now, legally" she drags out the last word which i roll my eyes. "I'm still older than you" I pinch her waist which she slaps my hand "shut up, by what? two days? oh grow up already" rolling her eyes she pushes me away but I don't let her sit down as I grab her arm and pull her into a hug "still, happy birthday sweetheart"

"give her one more I fucking dare you" I grip his collar, leaning over the table. Y/n and jihye grabbing onto both my shoulders as they try to pull me back but couldn't. "alright alright, it was just joke" he yells back but was not terrified at all of my outburst.

"yoongi!" she yells, giggling like the rest of them but I knew she was starting to get tipsy and maybe this sensitive outburst is also cause I was getting tipsy too. namjoon finally gets in, gripping my fist as he tries to undo my grip on taehyung's shirt

"I wanna know my limit" releasing my shoulders she hugs me from my waist, releasing his collar I sit back looking down at y/n who was still hugging me almost crawling into my lap " later don't be telling me nothing" I grab her arms, prying her off of me as she sits back on her seat emptying her cup once more.

I sit back, cross my arms and just watch her. two bottles later she was starting to talk gibberish and glare at me intensely as she whispered something to jihye who decided to stay sober to not miss the chance of seeing her drunk.

it didn't last long, this stare off she was trying to have with me as her head ended up against my arm. I chuckle as I watch her, little mumbles coming from her lips every now and then.

"she's gone" jihye laughs, taking photos of the both of you with her phone. As a good friend I should've stopped her, save you some dignity but you didn't listen to me to stop drinking, these were you're consequences. typing into my phone I let them have their fun as I called for a Uber. "alright alright that's enough of that" I lift her head of my shoulder, turning my body as I called your name trying to wake you up but instead you face fell flat on my chest as I was holding your shoulders.

"yeah I think it's time to go home" I tried to hold back my laugh, but the smile creeping on my lips was unavoidable. sitting her up once more I called her name gently trying to get her to react and she looked up at me slightly but she was drowsy and definitely gone.

My smile disappearing instantly as he grabs onto your arm pulling you towards him as he gives me a cold stare "isn't jihye taking her home" my body reacting before I could think I wrap my around around your waist, pulling you towards me as I stand "and why the fuck would she" i scowl at him, I was close to losing my patience with this man, who the fuck did he think he was to tell me what I can and can't do with you.

"she's drunk" he stands, my brow arches as I scoff as his attempt to intimidate me. "junho" jihye chuckles awkwardly "sit down, they live next to each other...and they've known each other way longer" tugging on his shirt as she looks around at my friends as if telling them to do something but all they did was watch.

junho stared at me with daggers in his eyes as I stood smugly there your face was resting on my chest as I was holding you up with my arm around your waist. "alright alright, cut it out" namjoon finally steps in, putting his arm between the two of us from across the table. "yoongi just take her home, we'll explain to junho how shit runs here" I couldn't help but smirk as his hands clench into fists.

"i wasn't asking for permission anyways" crouching down a bit I wrap my arm under you as I lift you up into my arms, jihye quickly hands me your purse. moving in my arms your small eyes look at me for a split second before wrapping your arms around my neck. licking my lips I grin as I look at him one last time before turning on my heel and leaving.

she finally woke up once we entered her apartment, she'd stare at me as I was crouched down trying to undo her heals. "yoongi" she mumbles my name which I hum in response but instead of her talking I just hear her sniffle.

I stand quickly, tugging her hair behind her ear as I try to make her look at me but she kept looking down instead "hey..why are you crying" I couldn't help but almost laugh, so she's the type to get emotional.

I should've never talked, the moment she looked up at me. rivers of tears began to trickle down her cheeks and I lost it.

I began to laugh, which didn't help as it caused her to hit my arm with her small purse as she just cried "come on, lets get you cleaned up" I decided it would be best to just get her into bed.

she would stumble over her own feet but I held onto her as she walked down the hall towards the bathroom. "yoongi" she cries, tears in her eyes as I pat her back "stop crying" I held back another laugh.

"you just don't get it" she continues to hit me with her small fists. "then explain it to me, but stay still" I close the toilet cover and make her sit. If I didn't clean off her make up and make her brush her teeth she would be pissed the next day. she kept leaning on me as I tried to take out a make up wipe from the bag. putting it down I push her back slightly, finally being able to get one I wasted no time to wipe her face gently.

"do me a favor and keep crying so I can make sure to get all the mascara" I snort as she slaps my arm away "ouch" I exaggerate

"you're mean"

I caress her knee my thumb brushing circles against her skin, looking into her teary eyes that glared at me"babe, i'm trying to listen to you but all you're doing is crying. take a deep breath and talk"

"I love you"

"I really really love you" my hand freezes, my eyes meeting hers as she stares at me with anticipation in hers. I felt like kissing her, the way her eyes shimmered as the tears fell down her perfect cheeks.

fuck, i'm drunk too

pinching her cheek I smile at her "I love you too kid"

"yoongi" she whined, stomping her feet annoyed.

"okay, I understand alright. I love you too, we've known each other before we could even walk. I adore you, alright?" throwing the wipe away I get up from my crouch position "now brush your teeth cause you know you can't sleep without brushing your teeth"

grabbing her tooth brush I add toothpaste, placing it in her hand I make sure she grips the handle before I let go "i'll go look for something comfortable to wear, where did you put my clothes I brought over here? I don't wanna leave you alone just to find you dead cause you fell or something" I laugh walking down the hall towards her room as I hear her say "in the closet" slowly. entering her room I stop, leaning against the wall "holy shit" I whisper.

placing one of my shirts she had taken and her shorts on the bed I quickly change into joggers and one of my shirts. I step out of the room once she's back to give her space to change as I get her a cup of water.

I could feel myself getting drowsy and just wanted to sleep. getting back to the room I found her giving my side her back as she just hugged the blanket hiding her face. "you're sleeping" I still ask.

getting on my side I poke her back "come here" I say to her which makes her shift in her spot but she didn't avoid me and turned towards me, cuddling into my chest as I rub her back.

"yoongi" she mumbles"

"yeah"

"I said I loved you" swallowing I lick my lips "and I said I love you too" I give her a tight squeeze. "but you don't seem to understand" she props herself on her elbow as she looks at me, my arm still on her waist "what?" I mumble, enchanted by her.

She brushes my bangs aside as her hand then caresses my cheek. "y/n" my voice shakes, my mind in shambles and the alcohol in my system not helping me.

and what happened next I couldn't control.

she closed the distance between us, her lips pressed against mine. my heart did a somersault and reason was long gone. leaning against my elbows I held her nape, kissing her roughly as she moaned against my lips. nibbling on her bottom lip she couldn't get the hint which irritated me. quickly I lifted my hand to her lips, pressing my thumb against her lips as they part slowly I stick my thumb into her mouth "fuck" I curse as I shove my tongue into her mouth, our tongues tangling as I press her down on the bed.

her legs wrap around my waist, my hands on either side of her head as I hold myself up to stop me from crushing her. "yoongi" she whines, and it made my heart jitter.

she had my heart at her palm, she had me at her fucking palm.

I couldn't think, my tongue wandering every nook and corner of her mouth as I sucked on her tongue. slowly kissing her chin as my hands roamed under her shirt, inching closer to her breast as they itched to grope them. her hips grinding against my hard cock that was dying to be inside her.

"fuck--please y/n" I groaned against her neck as I groped her breast, pulling her bra down as I sucked her hard nipple over the shirt. "yoongi" she cried out, sitting up I pull my shirt over my head looking down at her disheveled hair, fast panting and her shirt was half way up her stomach. I could feel my dick throbbing against her clothed area. taking a deep breath I hook my fingers on the hem of her shorts, lifting her hips I was just about to pull down her shorts but she grips my hand.

my eyes jolt to her, I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to just have her but her grip was hard.

her other hand was covering her mouth "I feel like i'm gonna throw up" my breathing was fast as i stared at her holding her mouth. letting go of her shorts I sit her up "let's go to the bathroom" I tell her slowly, trying to calm myself down. "false alarm" she giggles against my chest

I shut my eyes, inhaling.

before I could say anything to her I began to hear her small snores. it's fine, this is good. I was about to do something crazy.

laying her down on her side I fix her bra and pull her shirt down. never ever ever drink and lay with her, I told myself.

"Fuck" she curses, my eyes open slowly as I feel her body jerk back from my chest. jumping out the bed as her hand covers her mouth she runs down the hall. automatically I go after her, picking up the cover seat she empties her stomach into the toilet, I quickly reach for her hair, pulling it back into a pony tail but not having anything to tie her hair with so I just held onto it.

"I fucking hate him" she cries

"I told you not to over do it, now you know what will happen" I chuckle, patting her back slowly.

"i'ma kill him" she throws up some more,

"I tried to stop him and you still didn't listen" I shake my head as she sits back. I hand her a hand towel as she wipes her mouth "all better?" she glares at me clearly caught that I was trying to hold back my laughter "fuck you" hovering over the toilet she throws up again and i couldn't help but laugh.

when she finally finished I took her to sit while I fixed her something to eat. "here drink this, it'll help you" I said slowly. she nods, taking sips of the honey water.

"yesterday" she says slowly

my hands freeze at the ends of the container "yeah" I say

"thank you for rubbing my back as I slept" she mumbles, taking another sip of the drink

"thats all you remember?" I turn to look at her

her eyes widening quickly "did something happen?" she sits up.

"well you almost barfed in the bed" i lick my lips, grinning. it wasn't a lie, she almost did.

"oh shut up please, I don't remember anything after you got in the bed" she rubs her temple "I really don't remember anything" she whines

letting out a bitter chuckle, I smiled at her "not even when all you did was cry"

"wait, I do remember the bathroom..a little" she shuts her eyes as if trying to recall "you made me brush my teeth" she says

"oh shut up already" I laughed

handing her the food she ate slowly and occasionally cursed at taehyung. but never mentioned what had happened last night, and I really hoped it was just that; that she simply can't remember and isn't choosing to just forget.

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lostbookreader · 1 year

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Drunk Kisses and Jealousy PT 2

A/N: The long awaited Drunk Kisses and Jealousy pt 2! Thank you for being so patient with me, work got busy and I definitely got a little stressed out with trying to make this perfect for you guys. Anyways please enjoy and I have a couple requests to get up but if you have anything for me please ask! I am having a lot of fun with this.

PT. 2

Waking up the next morning you were greeted by two things; a pounding headache and Colby’s arms wrapped around you. It’s not an uncommon thing for you and Colby to sleep in the same bed and cuddle but something felt different and you couldn’t figure out why. You laid in bed with Colby for a little while before the headache was starting to be a nuisance so you slipped yourself out of his arms and went to the bathroom to get some medicine. While you're in there, you go ahead and do your usual routine of brushing your teeth and skincare before getting some medicine ready for Colby. Setting it up on the bedside table for him when he wakes, you grab your phone to check and see if Sam or Kat ever got back to you.

Sam is still sleeping and I am very hungover so we won’t be getting to cleaning anytime soon so whenever you guys are up you can head over. Sent 9:48

Lol I didn’t think you would even be up this early. I’ll let you know when Colby wakes up. Sent 10:01

You pad your way down the hallway towards your kitchen desperately wanting something to eat and to see if it’ll help your hangover. Thankfully your luck with hangovers is better than others and it usually makes you want to cook more than when you are sober. While you are cooking, events and parts of last night slowly start jogging into your memory, starting as the random conversations but then the memory of the kiss between you and Colby hits you. A rock drops in your stomach as your memory slowly starts to retrace itself

“You have lipstick all over your mouth.”

“You’re always allowed to come get me no matter what.”

“The guy just wouldn't shut up and I kissed you”

The smell of burning waffles snaps you out of the weird trance and with a curse you quickly try to save it but have to start over. You try not to think too much about last night and just focus on making food for Colby and you, but you were not as focused as you thought because you didn’t even hear Colby walking up. His arms wrapped around your waist and he hid his face in your neck from behind and grumbled something which made you chuckle.

“Good morning sleepy head,” you say, placing a quick kiss on top of his head, “did you sleep okay?”

“I slept great. I always do whenever we stay together. Thank you for the medicine by the way, I didn’t even notice you getting out of bed.”

Your face instantly heats up and you are so grateful that Colby was buried in your neck so he didn’t see it, “It’s no problem. I woke up with a killer headache so I figured you were in the same boat. Breakfast is almost done if you're hungry.”

You weren’t going to bring up the kiss to him. At least that was your plan. You wanted to wait it out to see if he remembered what happened or if it was just something that you’d bury.

A few hours later, you are at the boys house cleaning up the mess from last night's party. The group decided to divide into pairs to help the process along so it was Colby and Sam and then Kat and you. The boys were in the living room while you and Kat decided to do the kitchen which was definitely the worst area in the whole house. Conversation was pretty minimal at first but once the hangovers started to go away you guys were more talkative, and from the sounds of it so were the boys.

“How was the party for you by the way? I never asked but assuming how hungover and tired you look, it went well?” Kat asks while tossing an empty can into the trash bag you were holding.

“It went fine. Drank way too much whiskey than I planned on doing. But you wouldn’t believe who came up and tried to start flirting with me last night.”

“Omg who? Was it an influencer?”

“Yeah! I have never seen any of his videos or stuff but I was looking him up earlier and he's way more popular than I thought.”

“No way. Who was it?”

“F/m/i. He came up super cocky and really flirty but I honestly do not remember much of what he said. I was super drunk and ready to leave.”

“That's the guy who hangs out with David Dobriks crew right? Or used too? He’s really hot please tell me you got his number or something.”

“Kat! No. Let's be real here for a second. He was probably just super drunk and just wanted an easy fuck and that would have been it. Plus he is so out of my league it’s not even funny.” you rolled your eyes while shaking your head at her, “Plus my chances are ruined anyways. Colby came and started acting all lovey dovey and made out with me in front of him. So if he remembered me, he thinks Colby and I are a thing.”

Not really thinking about her reaction, you had picked up a couple beer bottles and the sound of them breaking mixed with the sound of her scream.

“He did what!”

“Kat! Why would you scream? There’s glass all over the floor now.” As you bent down to start picking up the glass you heard the boys join in the commotion. Kat was the one who responded back with saying both of you were fine before coming to crouch down next to you.

“Why did you say that so casually? Am I missing something? When did you and Colby become a thing? Does Sam know? Why didn’t you tell me? Did he confess to you or did you confess to him? Or are you suddenly over your crush for him?”

“Kat,” You say while putting your hands on her shoulder, “slow down and take a breath. No Colby and I are not a thing. No confessions were made. As far as I know, it was just a kiss which isn’t anything new for us.”

“There’s no way. I thought you looked frazzled coming in here. You’ve had your deep thoughts all morning.”

“I do not have a look. Like you said, I'm just tired.”

“I don’t believe you. You’re definitely freaking out inside. Colby and you have only kissed on camera and haven’t since your crush started.”

“Would you be quiet! The boys are literally in the next room. No more talking about it, okay? He probably doesn’t even remember it.”

Of course what you two didn’t know is that Sam and Colby were having almost the same conversation. Sam had kept looking over at Colby and knew something was off with him but did not think much of it until he was not responding to Sam anymore.

“Dude, what’s up? You've been acting strange all morning and now I'm getting worried. Did something happen at the party?”

“What no man, I'm fine. Just thinking. But to answer your question, yeah something happened. Something good I think. I'm not sure.” Colby said while running his hand through his hair before he looked at Sam, “I kissed y/n and finally said some of my feelings.”

“Dude! That's great. How did they react? More importantly, what did they say? Are you guys going on a date or finally a thing?”

“Man slow down. No we aren’t. We were both very drunk and I avoided saying anything more after our kiss. I don’t even know if they remember, so as far as I know nothing has changed.”

Sam frowned and went to say something but Kat walked into the room so the boys turned their attention to her instead.

“Just wanted to check in on you guys. Y/n and I finished in the kitchen and they went to pick up the backyard. Do you need help?” She asks but narrows her eyes as she looks at the both of them, “What is up with you guys?”

Colby just shook his head but Sam blurted out, “Colby and y/n kissed last night and he finally confessed about his feelings for them but he’s too anxious to see if they remember.”

He just stood there frozen as he stared at Sam before Kat started laughing which caused him to look at her again. His heart was pounding and suddenly was not feeling the best.

“We literally just talked about this in the kitchen. When the glass broke that was when they told me. They just told me about the kiss, nothing about a confession.” Kat said while biting her lip, “Don’t panic though. They have had a crush on you for so long, Colbs. Y/n just didn't want to tell you because they thought you didn't feel the same!”

Chaos erupted between Sam and Kat as they started freaking out from excitement since they have been waiting for you two to become a thing for years now. Colby on the other hand, was freaking the fuck out. Why? He didn’t know. Kat literally said you have a crush on him. Excitement was definitely pulsing through him. Why wouldn’t it? His crush likes him back but at the same time anxiety was fighting that. What if you were lying? Or what would he do if he finally got to take you on a date and you changed your man. There were too many factors at play here.

Colby was brought out of his spiral by Sam and Kat standing in front of him trying to get his attention. He felt his cheeks heat up but Kat just smiled at him.

“This is going to be great.”

“If you really want to get your feelings out man, Kat and I got an idea.”

Colby took a second and breathed in before saying, “Let’s do this.”

You were finally on the last couple of cans in the backyard and you could not help but curse everyone who came last night. Everything in your body seemed to ache at this point but you were on the last can finally, which unfortunately was under one of the tables set up by the pool. Which is why you were on your hands and knees grabbing it so you could finally go back inside.

“Y/n!”

Your head banged into the table above you and you let out a groan, “Kat, we really need to talk about your yelling problem. My head can not handle any more of this.” Rubbing your head, you stand up and glare at Kat, “Why are we screaming this time?”

Kat just laughs and grabs your hands pulling you towards the house, “Sam and I are going to run and get pizzas for all of us since we pretty much got everything picked up. Colby wanted me to come get you, he wanted to talk to you. He’s up in his room.”

Nerves instantly shoot your way to your stomach and your body tenses up, “What did you tell him Kat?”

“Nothing! He just wants to talk. Now go,” She says once you reach the bottom of the stairs and goes straight to Sam at the door who yells a “good luck” before they bolt out the door.

Rolling your eyes, you make your way up to Colby’s room. Walking down the hall you turn towards his room and watch Colby pace back and forth, “If you keep pacing back and forth like that you're gonna have a trench in your floor.”

Colby stops in his tracks and looks right at you with a smile, “I thought it would spruce it up a little bit”

You giggle and sit on his bed, “I think the trench would clash with your theme here, plus it's very last year. If we are redesigning your room I think it needs more black.”

“Very funny. Did you hit your head? It looks like there's a bump forming.” He walks up to you and gently lifts your head to look at it and your heart starts pumping.

“Kat has a new thing for screaming. I was getting a can from under the table outside and she snuck up on me so I bumped my head into it when I jumped.”

He lets out a light hum before placing a gentle kiss on your head before he pulls away and you see the frown on his face. He sits next to you and the room suddenly gets quiet which makes your anxiety build.

“So”

“I was gonna ask”

You both chuckle and you motion for him to speak instead of you. Curious about what he was going to say. It took a second before he started speaking but once he did you knew where this conversation was going.

“Um so Kat told me something earlier and she and Sam thought I should talk to you. And I am so sorry that I’m nervous so bear with me. I guess I am going to start with this but do you remember anything from last night?”

“Oh I knew this was coming. I remember that we kissed and before you freak out I know it was our first kiss not in front of a camera. I I I wasn’t going to say anything to anyone but Kat got it out of me so I really am sorry for that. I didn’t want this to be weird and I really hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship because I don’t want to lose you. If anything I was just going to forget,”

“I don't want you to forget,” He quickly gets out, stopping you from your tangent, “Sorry I didn't mean to cut you off. Kat said you didn’t remember much just that we kissed but uh do you remember anything I said afterwards?”

Thinking for a second you shake your head, “No I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to remember. I remember liking the kiss, and of course wiping the lipstick I accidentally got on you off,” you say quickly trying to jump past the liking the kiss part.

He chuckles but nods. “Well I said something and I can’t stop thinking about it and I have to get this out before I explode,” He pauses for a second before starting again. “Sorry that was dramatic but it's true. Okay here it goes. I like you Y/n. I like you a lot and it drives me crazy. I know we have been friends for so long and I think that's why I kept my feelings for you from you I guess. If you hate me now I understand or don’t want to be by me that's okay. I just can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

“Colby,”

“Yeah,” He whispers and looks at you.

“I like you too. Like a lot. I have for a while now as well,” You say while you look at your lap, “Kat has known for a while which I think means Sam knew but like you I didn’t want to ruin what we have going for us now.”

He nods and you still feel him looking at you so you glance up at him, meeting his gorgeous blue eyes. Smiling you quietly as “what?” which causes him to chuckle lightly.

“You’re just very cute. Would it be okay if I kiss you?”

All you do is nod and lean towards him connecting your lips together. He gently puts a hand on your hip and the other on the side of your face pulling you closer. It wasn’t very long but it still made your heart pound and from the look on Colby’s face he is probably going through the same feelings.

“It may be a little quick and I know we haven't had our first date yet but I think we are past that stage. Will you be my girlfriend?”

You smile and kiss his cheek, “Of course I will. Since we are skipping the whole first date thing does that mean I can get another kiss?”

He laughs and nods his head. Putting his hand on your thigh he pulls you onto his lap and kisses you deeper this time. Colby bites your bottom lip gently asking for permission which you give him without a second thought. Your tongues brush together causing him to let out a low groan and pull you impossibly closer to him. You pull back from him to catch your breath and he takes that as an opportunity to slowly kiss down your neck. Giving special attention to the spot on your neck he knew was ticklish, you gently push him away and laugh.

Joining in on your laughing, he connects your lips again. Before it can get intense again, you hear Kat and Sam yelling that they were back with food which causes you to moan.

“There she goes screaming again,” you say, which causes Colby to laugh loudly.

“Come on, let's go eat.” He says while grabbing your hand and leading you downstairs.

As soon as the two of you walked downstairs holding hands and joking around with each other, Sam and Kat started cheering.

“Please tell us that you two are together now. We’ve been driving around for an extra thirty minutes hoping you guys would figure it out.”

The both of you look at each other and you hide your face in Colby’s neck while he looks at the other pair and nods.

“Yes we are.”

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good intentions pt. 2 - DABI

A young agent for the Hero Commission offers a hand to a scarred boy on the street, unaware that one act of kindness would come back to haunt her years later. After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x fem!oc ( feat. Hawks )

Warnings: mature language, implied smut (Hawks), drugging, kidnapping, stalking, voyeurism, dacryphilia

Why are the crazy ones so hot 😩

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Fuck. I'm never drinking again.

Kazuha groaned groggily, her head feeling ten times heavier than normal as she tried to lift it. Her vision was blurry, her senses dull and muted. Her body screamed with each subtle movement. A metallic sound rattled in her ear when she tried to move her hands, which immediately sobered her up. The cold bite of metal on the sensitive skin of her wrists made her heart rate spike.

She was handcuffed.

What the fuck?

The last thing she remembers before waking up was talking with Keigo on the phone. His patrol was almost over and he'd asked to meet up for drinks. She'd changed and gone to their favorite bar... that's it. She draws a complete blank for everything else after that.

Keigo will be looking for me. She couldn't feel the familiar tickle of his feather against her clavicle, but she wouldn't allow herself to panic. He'd given her the necklace after a particularly difficult mission with a joke about always wanting to be close to her heart. It was one of the things she loved most about the winged man. He'd seen the toll her job had taken on her and he'd jumped into action to lift her spirits. Keigo is her own personal hero. He saves her from herself on a daily basis.

If the feather is somewhere nearby, he'll find it. I just have to buy some time until he gets here.

"Sleeping Beauty is finally up, huh? And here I thought I'd have to kiss you awake." A deep, amused voice echoed through the room she was in. Her eyes darted around the dim room, looking for whoever just spoke. From what she could tell, she seemed to be in some sort of abandoned warehouse. It was mostly empty space with the exception of a few large crates up against the walls.

"The hell is this?" She jerked her arms, testing the strength of the chains. Her years of training had prepared her for situations like these, but the way her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton was making it difficult to focus. "Who are you?"

Footsteps filled the room coming from her left. She whipped her head in that direction, her eyes straining to pick him out of the shadows. "Just a precaution, princess." The man stated. "Until I can trust you to behave."

"Behave?" She scoffed in disbelief. "I'm not a fucking dog, asshole."

She thrashed her arms and legs—which were also chained—the veins in her neck visible as she fought the restraints. The chains were looped around metal rods that were drilled into the cement floor. Her body was lying on a mattress in the center of the four rods, forcing her body into a starfish position. There was little slack in the chains, allowing her limbs limited movement. Come on, she grunted, her jaw clenched as she tried to force her hand through the small cuff. She hardly felt the pain anymore, having had to deal with countless broken bones and dislocations for years under the Commission. Some of which had come from training scenarios just like this, where the objective was to escape and subdue her captor.

Except this time, the danger was real and she had no idea where she was or how she got here. Not to mention, her captor didn't sound remotely familiar. Why was he doing this? What did he want with her?

"No," he drew out the word, following it with a dark chuckle. "But I could make you my bitch."

"You're the one hiding," she tried to coax him out of the darkness. The closer he got to her, the greater her advantage would be. Her quirk would do all the work, she just needed to help it along. "I'd say you're the bitch in this situation."

The stranger chuckled again.

Slowly, his footsteps drew closer until black combat boots stepped into the beam of moonlight peeking through the boarded up windows ten feet above their heads. He revealed himself inch by inch until she could see all of him standing casually with his hands in his pockets. He wore a tattered, knee-length navy overcoat with large silver cuffs on each sleeve. Underneath was a white shirt and dark blue pants. His hair was black and spiky, a startling contrast to his turquoise irises. She noticed silver helix piercings on both of his ears, as well as a triple nostril piercing.

But what stood out the most to Kazuha was the man's skin. Purple patches of leathery skin covered his lower face, under eyes, neck, and forearms. The gnarled flesh was secured to the healthy skin with surgical staples. His scarred appearance unnerved her, but she couldn't risk taking her eyes off of him now that he was in view.

"Like what you see, doll?" She honestly didn't know how to respond to that, so she kept her mouth shut. The stranger took another step towards her. "You know, you're a hard girl to find."

"You've been looking for me?" Her eyes followed his figure as he paced in a slow around her. He hummed in agreement. "Why?" His boot scuffed against the cement as he came to a sudden stop by her head. He loomed over her, his crystal blue eyes almost glowing.

"You don't remember me?"

Kazuha raked her brain for answers, but nothing came to mind. She definitely would've remembered this guy if they'd met before. His face was pretty unforgettable. Which means she must've crossed paths with him before he received such devastating scars. They weren't fresh wounds, either. Think, think, think.

He must've picked up on her confusion. "What a pity," he tutted in disappointment, shaking his head. He walked until he was at her side and crouched down. "Because I remember you very well... Kazuha."

She stiffened.

No one—absolutely no one—outside of the Hero Commission knew her real name. She hadn't used that name in years. She was told to forget her life before joining, and that included everything that made her her own person. She was given the name Hebi, and was expected to answer to that name only. Keigo was the only person who still called her that. Speaking of...

Where the hell are you, Keigo?

She stared up at him in shock. "How did you-?"

Cerulean eyes burned into maroon as a long, pale finger hovered above her cheek, as if he was debating whether or not to stroke it. "I'm hurt you've forgotten me so easily, doll face." His voice was almost a whisper as he brushed the back of his finger against her skin. The stranger leaned down until their heads were mere millimeters apart. His was breath hit her cheek and smelled strongly of cigarettes and whiskey. "Because I've been dreaming of this moment for fucking years," he purred in her ear.

It took every ounce of willpower in the agent to not laugh manically in this man's face. He'd just damed himself without even knowing. Soon, he'd fall victim to her quirk and there was nothing he could do to stop it...

Whiskey. Her eyes widened. It was fuzzy, but she did remember a tall figure approaching her at the bar as she sat and waited for her date. The man, wearing a mask on the lower half of his face, had ordered a whiskey for himself, and another of whatever she was having. Kazuha had politely refused the drink at first, but gradually accepted the man's offer over the next few minutes of conversation. He was charming, laidback, and openly flirtatious. Keigo had been running late and the stranger was easy on the eyes (from what she could see, anyway.)

"You were there... at the bar."

He booped her nose with a smug smirk. "See? I knew you hadn't forgotten about me."

"But that doesn't explain these." She shook her hands, the chains clanking. The man himself had admitted just moments ago that he'd been plotting this for years. Plural. Why?

"Because you're mine... though lately you haven't acted like it. A brat like you needs a reminder of just who she belongs to." What the fuck is this guy on? She said just as much to him. The black-clad man rose to his feet slowly, his tattered coat swinging behind him on a gentle breeze. "Don't deny it. I saw you with him, Kazuha."

"With who?!" She jerked against the restraints once more. "What the fuck are you talking about!"

"That damn bird," he said in a calm, almost-bored tone. But the fire in his eyes spoke volumes. Whoever this guy is, he wasn't to be taken lightly. And right now, he was pissed. "For years, I've had a front row seat as he touched you, fucked you, cared for you. I heard another man's name on your lips as he pleasured you, made you scream. I watched you fall apart for another, when all this time, you were supposed to be with me."

Kazuha's heart was nearly beating out of her chest now. This perverted asshole just admitted to watching her—stalking her—for years. What else had he seen? What all had he heard? How many intimate moments had he intruded on? What other secrets of her's had he learned through observing her from afar?

"I. Don't. Know. You." She growled through clenched teeth. He loomed over her, his eyes near glowing in the dim light.

"'Will you let me be yours?' Those were your fucking words, sweetheart. Remember?"

That boy, she realized. The boy she'd found in the rain all those years ago. He'd been covered in burns, though they weren't as severe as this man's. In a moment of weakness, she'd introduced herself as Kazuha. The first and last time since she'd developed her quirk that she hadn't felt like a monster.

"That day... in the rain," she exhaled shakily. She'd never been able to get the boy's name. He was pretty tight lipped about that, his past, and how he'd ended up in that alley to begin with. She'd known better than to press a trauma victim for answers, no matter how curious she may have been. The stranger tilted his head in mock curiosity, lifting a brow in a go on fashion. He looked cocky though, satisfied. "That was you?" His smirk from before was now a full-blown grin.

"Bingo."

Kazuha observed the man carefully, looking for any signs of illness. His breathing was fine, not the wet, labored gasps she's used to. He wasn't sweating or coughing, and there were no tremors in his movements. Why is my quirk taking so long?

The blue-eyed man gazed down at her with the same curiosity, his lips still curled in that devilish grin. He tilted his head again, licking his lips. "You seem frustrated," he noted, crouching down to rest his elbows on his knees. "Are things not going to plan?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really?" He drew the word out with condescension. "You're not waiting for that birdbrain to barge in and steal you away from me?"

Yes, you psycho. "No."

He hummed, nodding his head. "Then you're probably wondering why your quirk hasn't effected me yet." Right again, freak.

"I don't have a quirk."

The man laughed. "Oh, princess." He shook his head. "Did you really think I wouldn't do my research? That I wouldn't take precautions against your quirk?" His pale hand reached out and tapped something on her neck. She hadn't noticed it before, having assumed it was the choker she'd worn to the bar. But around her neck was a thin metal cuff. "This," he leaned forward, "is a quirk-canceling device."

No, she panicked internally. No, no, no, no, no.

"As for your hero," he chuckled huskily. "Well, he won't be a problem." His finger slid down the space between her collarbones, where Keigo's gift used to tickle her. "I destroyed his little feather before we left the bar. We're safe here."

Kazuha went still, all the fight from before suddenly leached from her body. "He's not coming," she breathed, her voice small and melancholy.

"No, doll," the man sighed, running a burnt hand through her dark, silky curls. "It's just us now."

Her amaranth eyes, which he always remembered as sad, could only be described as devastated now. They shimmered with unshed tears, and the man felt his control slipping. The most beautiful things were always the most deadly, and his Kazuha was no different. Finally, after ten long years, they were reunited. He could touch her, feel her, taste her the way he always wanted to, and nothing could stand in the way of his desires any longer. Not now, when she is so close.

A single, silvery tear slipped down her cheek, and her captor couldn't resist any longer.

Kazuha gasped as a warm, wet tongue darted out and followed the trail of her tear up her face. The scarred man released a low moan, dipping his head to rest against her temple as he groaned. "You taste even better than I'd imagined," he whispered in his low, deep voice. His large hand palmed her breast. Kazuha bit her lip, clenching her eyes shut as his touch wandered. "I wonder what the rest of you tastes like."

His dreaded weight that she'd felt pressing in on her more on more suddenly disappeared. She opened her eyes, meeting his heated stare. He held himself above her, his breathing labored. The way he looked at her, with hunger and awe, made her feel important, powerful. Maybe she could use his obsession to her advantage.

She raised a cuffed hand, hovering beside his scarred cheek hesitantly. "What's your name?"

The man moved his head to lay his cheek against her palm. The sensation was odd, part of his skin warm and soft while the other half was a leather-like texture. She tried to disguise her disgust as fear and apprehension, which she also felt.

"They call me Dabi," he answered, pressing her hand further against him with his own. His metal rings and medical staples were a cool contrast to his skin. He was hot to the touch, like a human furnace.

Dabi. She knew that name. He was a villain, and a powerful one at that. He'd murdered a number of people in cold blood, his victims reduced to ash all around the city. Even the Commission believed that his fire quirk rivaled that of Endeavor.

Will that be me? She wondered. Will I be another casualty of his? Another missing persons case to be solved?

She knew Keigo wouldn't give up, that he would do whatever it takes to find her. So she couldn't give up, either. She would get out of this situation by any means necessary... quirk or no quirk.

"Dabi," she forced out his name through gritted teeth. If she wanted to stay alive, she'd have to play along with his games. Feed into his delusions.

"Good girl." He purred in his low voice, leaning down until there was no space left between them. "And this time," he nipped at her bottom lip hungrily. "I'll make sure you never forget who you belong to."

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