#eventually ill go back n group these together but not now

[talkdutchtome]

You Should Have Said No  Chapter Four- Fifteen

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / pierre gasly x reader )

summary . . . when your fiancé cheats on you, you strike up an unusual friendship with one of his closest friends, who just so happens to have had a crush on you since he set eyes on you. chaos ensues.

inspired by the works of miss taylor swift )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . fifteen - taylor swift )

warning . . . cheating, mental illness, angst, eventual smut, poorly translated french and dutch, swearing, mention of parent loss, emotionally abusive parent, slight social media au, kendall jenner as fc (potentially more i’ll add as i go along)

series masterlist . . . available here )

12 years ago 

“Surprise!!” the group in front of you call out, making you jump so much you screamed. After a few seconds to steady your breathing, you looked out at the crowd of people standing in your living room; three people stood at the front holding a banner displaying a picture of your face with the words “Happy Fifteenth Birthday Y/N”. Holding the banner was Lila –your best friend, Pierre –your boyfriend, and Charles –one of your closest friends and Lila’s boyfriend. Feeling tears come to your eyes, you struggle to find any words to react to the scene in front of you; you want to thank them profusely , you want to strangle at them for making you jump and scream in front of the whole school, you want to burst into tears that they love and care about you so much to plan a surprise party for you. Eventually you decide to just run to them and hug them, pulling them all into one big group hug. Since you and your best friend Lila met the two boys a little over two years ago the four have you have been inseparable; everything you did you did together. You and Lila would attend all of Pierre’s and Charles’ races, sitting in the stands no matter the weather, holding up signs and cheering them on. All three of them would attend any gallery exhibitions your photography would in, even if it was the poshest, snootiest thing ever they would all be there on their best behaviour ready to support you. And in the crowd of every one of the musicals that Lila performed in sat you, Charles and Pierre; the boys usually bored out of their minds, but it didn’t matter if you didn’t enjoy what the other did, as long as you were always there supporting everything that you all did.  

After a few hours the party had died down and they only people remaining at your house was the four of you. Swinging on sofa hammocks in your garden, you were all drunk from the alcohol that Charles’ managed to persuade his brother to buy for the occasion and talking about nothing but everything all at once. Charles and Pierre spoke about upcoming races, Lila spoke about the holiday she had that was coming up in a few months, and you spoke about your family. They all knew that your family wasn’t a topic you usually chose to speak about, but spurred on by the liquor in the system you told them all about how your family life had been since your mum died three months ago. You told them how your dad barely speaks to you anymore, how he can’t look at you in your eyes because all he sees is her. You told them how lonely you’ve been. You told them how your brother had only been back to the house once since she died. Before now you hadn’t discussed with them the realities of your life since your mum had been gone, you thought they didn’t know how alone you were when you walked through your front door, away from whatever activity you had been doing with them and back into solitude in the shape of a family home. But they did know. They knew you were affected more than you were letting on and they knew that your plans for your birthday were to sit in your room alone and cry, wishing that your mum would come back and fix the broken fragments of your family. So, they planned a party. Each of them asked for money from their parents to throw the best damn party they could, not to distract you from your mum or to make you forget about your sadness but to remind you that alongside that sadness is also happiness. That you still had people in your life that cared and would go above and beyond just to see you smile. Overwhelmed by all the emotion, you started to cry into Pierre’s chest. You were crying for your mum, for the family that you used to have, but you were also crying for the family that you had now, the family who knew how you felt without you even having to tell them; the family who would make up plans and errands that needed to be ran to give you a chance to get out of the house for a few hours.   

Eventually Lila and Charles retired up to the spare bedroom of your house and left you and Pierre in the garden, looking up at the stars. It was that moment where you realised for the very first time that you loved the boy sitting next to you. You loved Pierre Gasly and from the way he was looking up at you, you knew that he loved you to. You weren’t ready to tell him yet; you knew more than anyone that the worst part about love is what comes after it, remembering something your dad told you the day of your mum's funeral- “Love is short, forgetting is long.” 

Present day 

“So Y/N where are we watching qualifying from today? I mean I’m sure you don’t plan to sit in the Alpine garage and I’d rather not sit in the Ferrari garage if it’s all the same to you, it was bad enough speaking to him on the phone the other day.” Lila questioned you as just as you were parking your car at the track, making you laugh at the pettiness of your friend before realising that you didn’t have an answer to her question, making you curse yourself for not thinking about it before.  

“Oh shit I’m not actually sure. I mean I guess if I told Rebecca what happened I’m sure she’d give me somewhere to go but I don’t really want to have that conversation with my boss yet.” You answered getting out of the car. Lila opened her mouth to speak but another voice came through, stopping her.  

“Y/N! Hi, how have you been?” a Dutch voice called out, causing you to turn around to find Max walking towards to you.  

“Hey Max, yeah I'm goo-” you started before being interrupted by Lila, very eager to meet the man who had been looking after her best friend in her absence 

“Oh hi I’m Lila, I’m Y/N’s oldest and bestest friend” the girl said sticking her hand out for the dutchman to shake, looking him up and down, checking him out unashamedly. You laugh at your friend's boldness, never been one for shyness.  

“Hi Lila, nice to meet you” he chuckled awkwardly, slightly taken aback by the forwardness of the red-headed girl stood in front of him. 

“So are you two excited for qualifying today” he asked. You were about to tell him yes wish him luck and then walk away into the building, but Lila got there before you. 

“Yeah, I would be if we actually had somewhere to watch it from” 

“Oh you should come and watch it from the Redbull garage, I’m sure Christian wouldn’t mind.” 

“Ohh yeah that would be great thanks, I bet it would be great for Y/N to sit in a garage that actually wins something for a chance.” 

Lost in Max’s eyes, that you didn’t even know you were looking in, you only realised what had been said between your best friend and the Dutchman until it was too late. Max had already walked away, chuckling to himself at your best friend's snide comment about Pierre. You smacked Lila around the head, not enough to hurt her but enough to convey your annoyance.  

“Now why in the fuck would you say that Lila?” You asked her, genuinely impressed by the stupidity of the girl who was laughing beside you.  

“Because he’s hot and we needed somewhere to go, duh” she said still laughing. You felt your jaw tighten at her words, a pool of jealousy swirling in the pit of your stomach.  

Sat in the Redbull garage with Lila talking to Max and his mechanics, you wanted it to feel awkward and unnatural, but it didn’t. It felt comfortable, like it was something you had been doing all your life, like Max had been there all your life. The speed at which he went from someone who you barely knew to someone who you felt complete comfort in unnerved you. 

“So, Y/N, there is going to be a party on Sunday, and I’d like you to come. It’ll be mostly just Redbull but there will be others there. I think Lando and Daniel will be there.” Max asked after a while of being sat there quietly, almost like he was working up the courage to ask you.  

“Oh, Max I’d love to but Lila is going home on Monday, so I’d like to spend the last day with her, sorry” 

Lila smiled to herself, knowing what she needed to do. 

“Monday?” she asked with fake confusion “No Y/N, I’m going home on Sunday straight after the race. I told you this when I got here” She knew lying to you wasn’t particularly fair on you, and course she would have rather had stayed for the entirety of her trip, but whether on Sunday or Monday she would eventually have to go home and she would rather go home a day earlier and give you a reason to go to Max’s party, in the hopes your friendship with Max would grow further and you would have a friend after she had left.  

“Oh, really I could have sworn that you sai-” you started before being interrupted by Max. 

“So, you can come then?” he questioned. You looked up at Lila, completely unsure what to say. You really didn’t want to be alone on Sunday night, but you also weren’t sure if going to Max’s party would be a very good idea. She nodded her head slightly, encouraging you to say yes. 

“Umm yeah sure okay.” your response was met with a huge smile from Max and a squeeze on the arm from Lila, both very glad for your answer.  

The first thing Max did when he got out of the car after getting pole for Sunday’s race was look for you sat in his garage. During the session you had gotten pretty cold and the only thing nearby that you could put on was Max’s jacket, so with a lot of persuasion from Lila, you put it on. You made eye contact with him and seeing that you were wearing his jacket caused him to smile. It was a smile that, in the entire time you had never seen from him before; not when he won either of his world titles, not any of the times you had seen him around the paddock with his ex-girlfriend. It sent a shiver down your spine.  

You were getting ready to leave the garage and head back to the hotel when Max walked in, heading straight towards you.  

“Hey congratulations, you did so well.” you looked up at him smiling and couldn’t help but realise how good he looked after racing. His hair, usually neat and uniform was fluffy and messy. His cheeks were flushed red and his forehead slightly damp with sweat.  

“Thank you! It was a good session, but I think that might just be because I had a good luck charm waiting back here for me.” He responded and you giggled. Lila was stood to the side, almost completely ignored as you and the man stood flirting with each other, without either of you actually realising that was what you were doing.  

“Oh well if I’m your good luck charm then I’ll make sure I’m here tomorrow for the race, can’t have you having a bad race all because I’m not here can we” You spoke, suddenly getting a big enough burst of courage to make a joke. 

“Yeah, you might me right, you kinda have to be here.” he replied causing you to laugh. 

“Anyway, we should get going, thank you for having us both here, it was a good day.” you told him before turning away to leave the garage. 

“Oh wait I forgot this” you said, remembering you were still wearing this jacket.  

“No you keep it, you look better in it then I ever did anyway” he said before you had a chance to take it off. Suddenly, you thought about everything Max had done for you in the last week and you just couldn’t help yourself but to wrap your arms around him and engulf him in a tight hug. He was taken back slightly before he hugged you back, putting one arm around your waist and one on the back of your head, touching your soft hair. You rested your face in the crevice of his neck, enjoying the comfort hugging Max provided. Lila laughed, that was not a hug that two people who were just friends gave each other. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Pierre stood outside of the garage, watching the two people hug, this caused her to laugh more. She stuck here middle finger up at Pierre, making eye contact with him to ensure he knew he was the person her gesture was directed at. You pulled away from Max, and it looked like he was going to say something else, but you just waved before walking away from the garage, unsure what to say to the man who made your heart race faster than you had ever felt just from hugging you.  

Back in the hotel, you could tell Lila had something to say and knowing Lila, that meant she was going to say it.  

“I was joking the other day with what I said about Max, but after meeting him I’m deadly serious when I say that you need to get with him.” Your mouth dropped open at her honesty. 

“Lila no don-” 

“No Y/N, shut up let me say this. I know you love Pierre; you always have, and I'll be honest I think you always will. But he cheated on you, no matter what happens now and how you feel about him you can’t be with him again. Max is the perfect gentlemen, he's been treating you well and looking after you, not to mention how stone cold sexy he is. I can see he likes you, and I think you like him to but you just don’t want to admit it. I know you’ll say that it’s too soon after Pierre, but you can’t pick and choose when love comes around and you certainly can’t say no to love because of someone who cared about you so much he went and fucked another girl whilst you were 20 minutes away waiting for him to come home.” She finished her rant and looked up and you, expecting you to argue with her, but you didn’t, you just sat quietly, trying to take in everything she had said. After five minutes, you finally knew what to say. 

“Do you remember my fifteenth birthday?” she looked at you confused and nodding, unsure where you were going with this.  

“After the party had finished and you and Charles had gone up to bed, Pierre and I sat and talked 

under the stars for hours. It was the first time I knew I loved him. From that day onward I knew I wanted to be with him forever, that whatever it would take I would spend the rest of my life with him. I don’t think I can live my life without him, I don’t even know who I am without him.” You told her, trying so hard not to cry. She looked at you with a sympathetic smile before bringing her thumbs up to your eyes to wipe away your tears.  

“Do you remember what my mum said to me when Charles broke up with me?” she asked and you nodded. 

“Well whether 15 or 27, it’s still true, okay?” 

12 years and 6 months ago 

Lila was sprawled over her bed, her head in your lap and her feet in her mum's lap, she was sobbing uncontrollably and had yet to tell either of you why she had called this emergency girls meeting. You stroked her hair, and her mum held her leg. 

“He broke up with me. Charles broke up with me” she managed to get out word by word in the gaps between the sobs.  

“What? No what are you talking about Lila? Why would he do that?” you asked her, completely shocked by your best friend’s words. 

“He said that he changed his mind! That he doesn’t want to be with me anymore.” she revealed again, it was hard to understand what she was saying she was crying so hard. You didn’t want to believe it, you thought that the four of you would be together forever, that you would have a joint wedding and that your children would grow up being best friends just like you all did. You wanted to cry too but held it in, trying to be supportive for your best friend. Lila’s mum just softly smiled longingly before saying 

“When you're 15 and somebody tells you they love you  You're gonna believe them  And when you're 15, you forget to look before you fall  But I've found time can heal most anything” 

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[4am-enha]

hiii I love your writes🫶🫶🫶

Can u write one where Heeseung is carsick during a trip to y/n's house. He has a fever when arriving there and it gets worse( it was more than carsickness) and y/n and the members take care of him ( he has a high fever during 2 nights)

I'm addicted to sick fics if u could write it I'd be so happy ❤️

cabin fever.

note: this idea was adorable, i had to write something for it. thank you and i hope you enjoy! muah xoxo.

description: basically the ask above! y/n and the guys go on a week's holiday at one of y/n's parents vacation homes far in the forest, but their plans become complicated when heeseung falls sick, hours away from home. comforting ot7 sick fic one shot.

genre: comfort, fluff, sprinkle of crack. maybe a little romance?👀

pairing: OT7 best friends enhypen x female y/n

warnings: mentions of illness and fainting, pills, strong language.

wc≈ 3.7k, ot7 one shot.

The trip had finally made its way out of the group chat.

After months of planning and anticipation, the beginning of their getaway together had now arrived. Nobody could wait- excited for the once-in-a-lifetime, unforgettable memories they would soon make together.

Y/N, Jungwon, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Ni-ki, had all come together to go on a week’s trip away from this all-too-familiar town, and into the countryside. Luckily, Y/N’s parents owned a few vacation homes here and there, making it easy to find a place where the entire group could stay.

The plan was simple; a week away into the forests of the countryside while staying at one of Y/N’s vacation homes together. A chance to reconnect with nature and each other. And, if something did happen to go wrong, there was a small town five minutes or so down the road where they could find everything they could possibly need.

Early this morning, everyone gathered at the two cars that they would be taking to get to the house. After a lot of arguing and rounds of the game ‘rock, paper, scissors’, it was decided who would be in each car. In car one, there was Y/N, Heeseung, and passenger Jungwon up front alongside Jay, who would be the one driving. In car two, there was Jake, Ni-ki, passenger Sunoo, and driver Sunghoon.

There was a lot of pushing and shoving things into the car, but it all fit eventually. Well, after everyone tirelessly convinced Sunoo and Y/N that they did not need multiple bags full of non-essential things each. Everyone had been on the road for a few hours now with a couple of pit stops here and there, but now they were down to just 30 minutes left on the road trip until they would finally arrive at their destination.

Everyone had managed to keep their energy up until now, except for Heeseung. Currently, car one was doing carpool karaoke, but Heeseung was not joining in at all.

Y/N turned to Heeseung, who was sitting beside her with his arms crossed and head slightly tilted back, “Hey why aren’t you singing with us? Do you not like the song?”

“Yeah man, If I gotta sing, you have to as well. Don’t make me do it alone with these weirdos,” Jay joined, looking at Heeseung through the car mirror.

“Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying it Jay,” Jungwon huffed, leaning against the car window and watching the trees blur by quickly as they drove forward along the lengthy straight road.

“Can we just open a window? I’m hella motion sick right now,” Heeseung grumbled in response.

Y/N grabbed the closest water bottle and handed it to Heeseung, “drink some water, it’ll help. We should have had Hee sit up front.”

“That helps?” Jungwon questioned.

“Yeah, I mean that's what my parents told me whenever I asked to sit up front. They said they got motion sick in the back of the car,” Y/N shrugged.

Jay laughed, “Sounds like they were just trying to make up something so they wouldn’t have to sit in the back.”

“Whatever, they wouldn’t do that,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“First stage, denial,” Jay continued to joke.

“Be quiet. Anyway, I wonder how the other guys are doing,” Y/N laid back into her seat again.

Jungwon pulled out his phone, “I’ll text them.”

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Meanwhile, Ni-ki and Jake were doing some intense thumb wrestling matches in the back of the other car, pulling each other around aggressively; the pair of them were very obviously cheating at the game. Sunoo peacefully scrolled through his phone up front, glad to be a little bit away from the mad duo in the back.

“Can you guys quit?” Sunghoon kept his eyes on the road as he scolded them.

“What?” Jake sassed.

“Quit bickering for the love of my sanity. You’re actually now making the car sway,” Sunghoon complained.

“It’s Jake's fat ass tilting the car,” Ni-ki snapped back.

“What ass? He has an ass?” Sunoo added, eyes still on his phone.

Jake threw his arms in the air, “I have an ass it's just not fat alright? AND I’M NOT TILTING THE FUCKING CAR!”

Ni-ki was in a fit of laughter, almost wetting himself right then and there.

Sunghoon shook his head, “seriously guys stop.”

Sunoo turned up the car volume, “Yeah shut up, my song is about to play.”

It was a cutesy song to which Sunoo somehow knew all the dance movements.

“Get Sunoo off of aux RIGHT NOW,” Ni-ki yelled in horror, covering his ears as if it was physically paining him. He reached up into the middle to grab Sunoo’s phone.

Sunoo began screaming, “LET GO OF ME, YOU CAN’T REACH UP HERE!”

Sunghoon suddenly swerved sharply for a half second, making everyone sit back and go silent in fear, “Is that seriously what it takes to get you all to shut the hell up?”

“Wait, Jungwon texted me,” Sunoo opened up his phone again after seeing the notification briefly light up on his screen, “apparently Heeseung is super motion sick or something. He said Heeseung really doesn’t look too great.”

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Heeseung had been asleep for a while now. The music had been turned down in order to let him rest for the rest of the drive. His head slowly fell softly onto Y/N’s shoulder, still sound asleep.

“Oh my god, I can feel the heat radiating off of him. He’s so warm,” Y/N whispered with a shocked tone to the two that were still awake.

Jungwon looked to the back of the car where Heeseung was with a concerned expression, “I don’t think that’s a normal symptom of motion sickness… maybe he should take some medication.”

“Shit, I left all the first aid and medication with Sunoo in the other car. How much longer until we arrive?”

“It’s just over there, I can see the house. I just need to pull up,” Jay answered.

As Jay pulled up to the vacation home and parked the car, Y/N slowly detached herself from Heeseung- gently propping his head back up to a natural, comfortable position. He was definitely one of the deepest sleepers amongst the friend group.

Everyone exited the car, reuniting with the other half of their friends who were getting out of the other car a few spots behind them. Niki and Jake came out of the car trying to headlock each other, but that wasn’t a surprise to anyone. In fact, you could probably get rich from betting on it.

Sunghoon approached Y/N and the others, looking absolutely drained.

“Oh my, what happened? Are you alright?” Y/N scanned him with worry that another one of her friends might be unwell.

“Now you listen to me Y/N. Don’t you ever leave me with them two ever again,” Sunghoon pointed toward the culprits, Jake and Ni-ki, who had finally let go of each other?

Y/N giggled, “So sorry about that. I forgot how they are when they’re left together for more than five minutes. I’ll rig the game of rock, paper, scissors for the journey home and make sure they’re separate.”

“Thank goodness,” Sunghoon sighed in relief.

Sunoo joined the conversation with wide eyes, “where’s Heeseung? Is he okay?”

“He’s still in the car. I didn’t want to wake him ye-“

Y/N paused when she looked toward the car again, spotting Ni-ki quickly approaching the car door, swinging it open while snickering, and taking goofy 0.5 pictures of Heeseung asleep. Then he started tickling him.

Heeseung woke up and swung at him, in which Ni-ki had only just avoided by luck. Heeseung grumbled grumpily at him, swearing under his breath.

“Caught you slacking,” Ni-ki teased.

“Just you wait,” Heeseung mumbled back while unbuckling his seatbelt. He took barely two steps out of the car and began to stumble over. Luckily, Ni-ki caught him before he made friends with the pebble-infested floor.

Everyone gasped and rushed over to help quickly, “Get him inside, right now.”

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A little while later, Jay came rushing back into the house with a doctor from the city down the road. He had left almost immediately to get some help for Heeseung.

The doctor placed his bags beside the couch where Heeseung was lying down, surrounded by everyone who looked worried sick for their dear friend. The doctor then knelt down beside Heeseung and took his temperature. He did some general checking, making sure Heeseung’s vitals were good and everything like that.

“Tsk, he’s got a fever alright,” the doctor examined the thermometer, “he will be okay though. He’s just got an aggressive cold right now. Just make sure to keep breaking any spontaneous fevers that may come back and make him rest a lot. Oh, and give him these,” he handed a bottle of specific medication to Sunoo as he stood up, “just call me if anything worsens, or if anything happens that you’re not sure about.”

“Thank you so much,” Jay guided the doctor to the door and waved him goodbye, thanking him one final time before the doctor left.

Y/N took the medication from Sunoo and took two pills out into the palm of her hand. She sat down beside Heeseung with a glass of water in her other hand, “You gotta take these Hee.”

Heeseung weakly sat up with a little bit of help from Ni-ki. He then leaned toward Y/N with his mouth slightly agape, who then placed each pill carefully into his mouth and helped tip the glass of water into his mouth.

Jake approached with some random bags of frozen things that he found last second and placed them against Heeseung to help him stay cool. Initially, the cold made Heeseung flinch a little, but he accepted it, “really? Frozen cranberries?”

“It’s all there was man,” Jake apologised, making Heeseung chuckle lightly.

Jungwon had run upstairs but shortly returned with as many pillows as his little arms could hold. Ni-ki and Jungwon worked together to make sure Heeseung was as comfortable as lying on a couch could be.

Muffled quarrelling could be heard from the kitchen. It was Jay and Sunghoon.

Jay was trying to make some comforting and healing food for Heeseung with his own cooking knowledge, meanwhile, Sunghoon made laps around the kitchen looking at his phone, and reading out overly fancy complicated remedies and recipes. He may have been trying to be helpful, but Jay had to deny everything he suggested and constantly remind him once again they ‘do not have the ingredients for that shit.’

After everything was more settled, everyone left Heeseung to sleep peacefully on the couch while they went outside the back and started setting up the campfire.

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Hours later, Heeseung awoke to the faint sound of obnoxious laughter and shouting from outside which travelled through the windows of the house.

He sat up, still drenched in sweat that his fever had graciously gifted him. He looked around for a few moments, processing everything. His eyes trailed across the empty glasses on the table beside him and a bowl filled with soup that had gone completely cold. He felt bad- Jay must have left it for him to eat when he woke back up, but he had slept far too long.

The sound of his friends having fun and enjoying themselves made Heeseung jealous. He was envious that everyone except him was getting to have fun and make the memories he so desperately waited for the second the plans were made. He couldn’t stand being so vulnerable, so he got up even if his body wasn’t ready yet.

Heeseung made his way outside the back, and toward the campfire where everyone sat casually talking about anything and everything that came to their heads at the moment.

“It’s your turn- oh, Heeseung’s up,” Jungwon announced upon seeing Heeseung approaching.

“You’re not supposed to be getting up and walking around yet Hee,” Y/N lectured him.

“I’m feeling fine,” Heeseung lied, taking a seat next to Sunoo, “what did I miss?”

Heeseung lasted about fifteen minutes before he began to feel lightheaded again, his body slowly tilting backward involuntarily every now and then. Except suddenly, he couldn't keep himself upright anymore and the next thing he knew, everything went black.

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When Heeseung awoke again, he was greeted by Y/N leaning over the bed he lay in, caressing his hair, while sitting in a random chair she had pulled up to sit beside him.

“How did I get here?” Heeseung sat up, taking in the room he was unfamiliar with.

“Well luckily for you, it isn’t a hospital room. We’re just in one of the spare bedrooms,” Y/N explained.

“Oh. Did I faint?” Heeseung couldn’t recollect any memory from just before he had passed out until now.

“Yes, you did,” Y/N sighed heavily, “and you gave us all a heart attack. You could have fallen forwards, straight into the fire Heeseung! You could have died, we could have lost you,” Y/N scolded him.

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mean to yell at you as soon as you wake up, but it was really scary. Promise me you won’t get up and do stuff when you’re not actually better,” Y/N calmed down a little.

Heeseung felt incredibly guilty, “I promise. I’m really sorry I put you guys through that.”

“As long as you keep your promise Heeseung. If anything, I’m partly responsible. I shouldn’t have left you unsupervised like that. I’m sorry,” Y/N shook her head in self-shame.

Heeseung reached for Y/N’s hand, holding it gently, “Don’t blame yourself.”

Y/N stuck by Heeseung’s side for the rest of the night, falling asleep upright in her chair, slumped slightly over herself uncomfortably.

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The next morning, Heeseung awoke to Jungwon and Jake by the side of his bed rather than Y/N whom he had seen in that spot last. It took him by surprise, making him jump a little.

“C’mon bro, Jungwon ain’t that ugly,” Jake joked.

Jungwon slapped him on the arm harshly, “I change my mind, I don't need you in here.”

“Where’s Y/N?” Heeseung asked curiously, ignoring them, and wondering where Y/N had disappeared to, and if she had spent the whole night there in the chair that was still placed beside him. He hoped that she had not sacrificed her sleep for him.

“She went grocery shopping about an hour ago. She should be back soon,” Jungwon answered.

“Yeah, and she put us on babysitting duty,” Jake added, throwing a slight verbal dig at Heeseung.

On cue, Y/N returned loudly through the door trying to carry all the shopping bags inside in one trip, “I’m back!”

After some time spent putting away the groceries, Y/N made her way into the main room where Heeseung was already sitting on the couch waiting. Jake and Jungwon had gone outside to join the others on a nature walk. Y/N decided it was probably better not to tag along- she would much rather hear about the chaos of a walk they created when they return, rather than have to be a part of it.

“Good afternoon Hee, how are you holding up this morning?” She sat in the chair opposite him.

He looked at her with an eyebrow raised, “Did you stay in that chair all night?”

“Is it a problem?”

“Y/N, you don’t have to do that,” Heeseung sighed, feeling guilty again.

“It’s okay. If I would have left, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway,” she assured him.

“I’m sorry I’ve basically ruined the start of this trip,” Heeseung hung his head in disappointment.

Y/N sat up with an angry expression, “Don’t be ridiculous. You haven’t ruined a thing.”

Heeseung began to cough a bit concerningly, earning a worried look from Y/N.

“Stay put. I’ll be right back,” Y/N pointed at her eyes and then back at him as if she were warning him that she was watching him.

She rushed around in the kitchen and returned after a few minutes with two mugs, one in each hand, and a packet of Heeseung’s favourite snack hanging from her mouth held by the clench of her teeth.

“What’s this?” Heeseung took the mug from her carefully.

“I got some of your favourite snacks while I was out shopping,” Y/N pointed to the mug in his hands, “and that’s tea with a spoonful of honey. Trust me, it helps when you’re sick. Drink up!” Y/N took a sip from her own mug, sitting down next to Heeseung now.

Heeseung smiled at her and copied her, taking a sip from his mug; he widened his eyes with the pleasant taste, humming in enjoyment.

“It’s good right?” Y/N watched him eagerly.

He nodded enthusiastically, and they both giggled.

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Later that evening, everyone gathered and agreed to do something in which they could include Heeseung this time so that he didn’t feel left out like he had felt the night before. Plus, the guys really missed him during the day. It just felt so empty when they weren’t all together, all the time.

It was decided that they would all do a movie night. It was a great idea, something everyone could enjoy, and something Heeseung could join without having to get up from the chair or out of the blankets the other guys had earnestly wrapped him up in.

They watched a few movies: comedy, horror, action. For the final movie, they put on a romance movie. It didn’t take long for almost everyone to fall asleep during it. Arguably, it was very late. But Y/N complained that she was the only one interested enough to not get bored and drift off to sleep.

Sunghoon was out like a light in the singular chair on the furthest side of the room. By his feet were Jay, Jake, and Ni-ki who had collectively fallen asleep together all huddled up in a shared blanket on the floor, knackered from the amount of yelling they all did during the horror movie. Light snores could be heard, but it wasn’t clear who was the one producing the snoring. It was probably Jake.

Sunoo and Jungwon shared one side of the couch. Jungwon’s hair was flopped all out of place, twinning with Sunoo’s hair beside him which was doing the exact same thing. They looked like two little pom-poms together.

On the other side of the couch were Heeseung and Y/N. Heeseung was fast asleep and had fallen asleep first out of everyone. It was excused though, because he must have been exhausted from the horrible illness fighting his body right now.

Y/N on the other hand, was wide awake. Her eyes threatened to close a few times here and there at the sight of all her best friends asleep so comfortably, but alas her eyes stayed glued to the TV. She refused to let the movie go to waste.

Beside her, Heeseung began to shuffle around and mumble to himself. From what Y/N could tell, he was still asleep. He must have been dreaming. She found herself staring a little at him, noticing his eyebrows furrowed together as if he were in pain. Before she could even tap him, his eyes fluttered open, meeting hers.

Y/N looked away quickly as if she wasn’t staring, and then looked back at him, “Are you alright?” She whispered, cautious not to wake the others so closely located to her.

“I’m alright, why are you still awake?” Heeseung asked, sitting up properly.

“The movie hasn’t finished,” she pointed to the TV.

Heeseung laughed, “How did we get to romantic movies?”

“It was my idea.”

“I mean,” Heeseung scanned the room of sleeping bodies, “I think I can tell,” he teased.

“Oh, whatever. It’s a good movie,” Y/N scoffed, diverting her attention back toward the TV.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable?” He whispered after a few minutes.

Y/N shrugged, “It’s not awful, but a little I guess.”

Heeseung grabbed Y/N’s arm and pulled her towards him, “come closer then.”

“Oh okay,” Y/N felt herself get a little shy at the sudden gesture.

Heeseung adjusted the blanket, snaking his arm around her and pulling her into the blanket with him, and smiled.

Y/N smiled back, “Thanks, Hee.”

Eventually, the pair fell asleep with their heads against one another.

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“Shut the fuck up you’re so loud.”

“You’re gonna wake them up.”

“Move, I want to take a picture too.”

“Ni-ki stop taking selfies with them, that’s just plain wrong.”

Heeseung’s eyes opened to the sight of the other guys hovering around him with their cameras in his face, giggling mischievously amongst themselves, “What the hell?”

Then it became clear as he felt someone’s arms suddenly move slightly around his waist. It was Y/N. They must have fallen asleep and somehow ended up holding one another on the couch. How it actually happened, he had no recollection of.

And because of Y/N’s reaction when she had finally sat up fully awake and realised- it was clear she probably had no recollection of this either.

“Oh my god that’s embarrassing,” she held her flushed face in her hands.

“Ni-ki I know you ain’t laughing like you weren’t all snuggled up with Sunghoon’s feet last night,” Heeseung teased defensively.

“WHAT THE HELL NO I WASN’T,” Ni-ki yelled back, clearly offended at such an insult.

“Don’t bring me into this,” Sunghoon rubbed the sides of his head, annoyed.

“Anyway,” Heeseung interrupted, “good news. I think I’m healed.”

“You better not be lying,” Jake squinted at him suspiciously, not believing it.

“No deadass, I feel so much better,” Heeseung beamed.

The guys cheered and jumped around in excitement, “We can finally start off this trip properly.”

“So, what are we doing today?” Jay asked amongst the sudden chatter.

Just then, a nasty-sounding cough came from beside Heeseung. It came from Y/N, and everyone looked her way immediately. She looked like she hadn’t even slept, even though she most definitely had.

Heeseung placed his palm against her forehead. It was very warm. She must have caught the sickness from him.

Heeseung laughed in astonishment,

“Actually guys, I think we got some other work to do first.”

🤒 end!! 🤧

note: all feedback is encouraged and any interaction is appreciated! thank you so much for reading! i enjoyed writing this. if there’s mistakes, pretend you ain’t seen NOTHIN. i got lazy with proof reading >< please let me know what you guys thought of this. was it okay?? also kinda unrelated but guess who got txt tickets for december! 😽 (it’s me)

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[isa-loves-you]

Telling People, You're a couple. | The Group Chat Head canons | Pt.1

I'm sorry this is late; I've been having too much fun fanaticizing instead of writing. I didn't include tanner since i included this in the last head canon.

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Isaac- It has been two weeks since you and Isaac have been together, you haven't really told anyone besides the boys in the house, but you wanted to take things, so you haven't told your fans.

One night you and some of the others decided to drink and stream an American truck simulator. You all were having a good time until Isaac became more tipsy than usual.

"Hold on, hold on, I need another sake. I'll be right quick, and tanner if you crash into me while I'm gone . I'll hide under your bed tonight.'' Isaac went to grab his drink and on his way back he passed your room where your door was cracked open.

You were laughing at yumi yelling at nick when you heard Isaacs knock at the bedroom door. "open the door or i'm gonna throw rocks in your window, you dumb whore" you laughed even harder . you made sure your camera was at a good level before telling him to come in so he didn't face reveal himself .

Isaac came and stood right next to your chair fiddling with his drink acting like he was gonna spill it on your keyboard. "Nah I won't do it, chat . I love them too much ""really because I don't love you" you said as a joke which he got surprisingly. "oh yeah?" Isaac then wrapped his arm around your throat acting as if he was going to choke you "chat ill do it, don't make me, i may love them but i'll do it." you couldn't help but laugh from his arm tickling your neck.

"Fine chat fine you brought this upon yourselves" Isaac let out a yell before reaching around your face and giving you a small kiss. Isaac than ran out of the room laughing like an evil villain. your chat went crazy with aww and asking if you're okay with what he did. "It's okay to chat, he's been doing it since we've started dating". you left your chat with that sentence and refused to retouch on the subject to make things funnier.

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Yumi- you have been staying at the group chats house for a month almost two, isaac and the rest were convincing you to just move into the house with them since you were  sorta a part of the group  and now that you're with yumi it makes sense to just move in. you decided that you would just fly home and to drive back to austin since you had stuff that you couldn't bring on a plane but not enough stuff to rent out a uhaul. You were only gone for a week so you could close out your lease with your landlord and pack things.

Even though you and yumi haven't dated for the longest and you were only gone for a week he still misses you, you were a part of his routine and now he doesn't know what to do with his days. He stuck with streaming to take up his time but he eventually would lose track of time and not notice that a week has already passed. 

You were so happy to see Blake again. You had to pull over twice while on the way out due to your foot bouncing on the pedal from excitement and not wanting to crash. As soon as you got into the driveway you jumped out of the car and ran into the house “Hi y/n '' tanner turned around in the bean bag chair. You just ran up the stairs not even paying attention to what he was doing “Hi tanner” you said almost already at yumies door. 

You had pressed your ear against the door to hear what yumi was doing. It sounded like he was watching car crashes on stream so you made sure to be quiet when you opened the door so you could scare him. You open the door lightly and as soon as your head comes into frame on the camera you put a finger to your lips to signal to his chat not to say anything. You got close enough to him without him noticing you until you wrapped your arms around his top half  “MISSED ME?!” you said out loud as he finally stopped screaming. “Fuck i though i was dead but yeah im happy your back” you said with a boom in his voice as he hugged you back, he was hugging you thight so you knew he was telling you the truth. 

“Here chat this is my i don't even know” Blake said has he used you towards the camera “partner?” you looked back at him to see if he approved “yeah sounds right”. For the rest of the stream, you and Yumi answered questions that his fans had about you and him and watched whatever YouTube had recommended.

#isaacwhy #larry croft #softwilly x reader #tgc #the group chat #the group chat podcast #tooyumi #yumi tgc #yumi #yumi x reader #bigt x reader #bigt #larrycroft x reader

[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Capitol Punishment X

Haymitch x Reader

Summary: The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships.

A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol.

Warnings: Canon level violence, rape (though never explicit), alcohol, murder, systemic poverty, exploitation, rebellion (?), more reliance on movie than book, suicidal thoughts, swearing, illness, pregnancy, miscarriage

Word Count: 3.1K

Part IX | Masterlist | Part XI

A/N: Sharing this because I think it’s kind of cute. Since the movies don’t dive into Annie super deeply I based her character off one of my friends because she’s literally the sweetest person in the world

“It’s a clock, with a new threat every hour, and every threat is confined to its wedge,” Katniss explained, leading the group to the cornucopia. “Where that big tree is, that’s 12, which strikes every night at midnight. Next is the blood rain, next to that is the toxic fog, and then monkeys. And then at 10, that big waves comes from over there.”

“Okay, so we just stay out of whatever section is active, should be easy enough,” you put together, resting against the cornucopia. You were all then interrupted by a gasp. Turning your gaze you saw Gloss pull a blade from Wiress’ neck and heard the canon go off. Katniss didn’t waste a second before launching an arrow into his chest, another canon.

The other careers appeared as members of your group began fighting them off. Cashmere ran towards Katniss, causing Johanna to move her out of the way before launching an axe into Cashmere’s chest, another canon.

You looked over, finding Haymitch in a sword vs spear fight with one of the women from two. “Duck!” you yelled, pulling out a knife. Just as the woman was about to stab her spear at him again, he ducked, rolling to the side, allowing you to put a knife in her chest. It wasn’t enough to put her down at the moment though, as she merely pulled it out, attempting to throw her spear at you now. But before she could release it Haymitch put the blade through her stomach, stopping her short. Another canon.

And another canon as the body of the other female from 1 fell into the water. District 1 was officially out of the games now. Katniss went to chase a fleeing Brutus and Enobaria but Haymitch stopped her, telling her to let them go.

We couldn’t even stop to catch our breaths as the island started spinning. You were pretty sure you screamed “What the hell?” as you fell, grabbing onto the rocks desperately.

Weapons were flying out of the cornucopia and all you could do was pray nothing would hit you. You could feel your hands slipping as you continued to be whipped around. Fortunately the spinning slowed just as you couldn’t take it anymore. Once it stopped you stood up, immediately becoming dizzy but you didn’t care, too worried about your husband. You spotted him, throwing up next to the water. Not far away you could see some of the others helping Katniss out of the water. You reached Haymitch, patting his back as he finished emptying his guts.

“Are you okay?” he asked, placing an inconspicuous hand on your waist.

“Yeah,” you agreed, knowing what his hand placement meant. “Everything feels fine.”

“Y/N! Haymitch!” Finnick called, “we have to go.” You helped Haymitch up, grabbing a spare sword for him as the two of you followed the others off the island.

You, Haymitch, Katniss, Peeta, Johanna, Beetee, Annie, and Finnick all settled in the tree line, Beetee informing you that he had a plan. But before he could explain it you heard a scream from the jungle. “Katniss!”

She stiffens. “Prim?” she yells, running off in the jungle.

“I’ll get her, stay here,” you tell the others, “no sense in splitting up the group more.” You run after Katniss, jumping over hazards on the ground. Eventually you find her, “Hey, what’s-”

You’re cut off by a deep scream. Haymitch’s voice was screaming your name? As you tan towards the sound you wondered if he had followed you and run into a tribute on his way to find you. You didn’t really care as you continued into the jungle.

“Y/N It’s not him!” Katniss called after you. “It’s a jabberjay.”

“Jabberjay’s copy,” you insisted, Haymitch and Prim’s screams getting louder. Another voice you recognized as Gale’s started screaming too.

“Get to the beach,” Katniss called as the mutts started swooping down. They were screaming in your ear, beaks pecking at your skin as you ran. Eventually you spotted the others, your mind not connecting why it looked like they were banging on glass. Once you hit the forcefield you understood. Haymitch was looking at you, yelling something but you couldn’t hear him. All you could hear were tortured screams. You crouched down low, Katniss doing the same, trying to cover your ears and protect your head from the screaming, pecking birds. You felt tears flowing down your face as they continued, Haymitch desperately trying to keep your attention from the other side of the forcefield. You knew he was okay, he was right in front of you, but his screaming and yelling were still torture.

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From the other side of the forcefield Haymitch was banging on it desperately. When he heard you shout for him he thought you may have run into another tribute. When he hit the forcefield and couldn’t get to you, that was the scariest moment of his life. Not when he was reaped, stood in the arena the first time, or even when he received an almost fatal wound in his first arena. Not when you got into fights your first games, not when you were taken from him the first time, and not even when the Quarter Quell was announced. It was torture to hear his wife scream but not be able to reach you. And when you came into view and reached the forcefield, screaming and crying, that was the most pain he felt. He was desperately trying to keep your focus on him but you were crouched in a fetal position, trying to protect yourself from the jabberjays. Unable to do anything, both he and Peeta sat down, trying to comfort each of you.

Haymitch wondered to himself whether or not the Capitol suspected or knew of your relationship yet. He wondered what the commentators had said when you reunited. It didn’t matter whether Snow was angry you both may have revealed the secret, Snow was trying to kill everyone from 12 anyways. After so many years of torture he wanted to send a “fuck you” to the Capitol, showing them that they didn’t own his wife.

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You had no clue how long it was until the jabberjays flew away but it was very suddenly silent and Haymitch collapsed next to you, having been leaning up against the forcefield. “Y/N!” he immediately cried, pulling you towards him. “What happened?”

“I heard you screaming,” you sobbed. “I reached Katniss when I heard you yell. I thought you ran into another tribute but it was just the jabberjays. They sounded like you, they were screaming for me to help you.”

“Hey,” he shushed you. “I’m okay,” he stroked your hair. “And so are you. C’mon let’s go to the beach with the others. The water may calm you down.” You nodded, standing up on shaky legs as he led you to the ocean.

You settled down on the sand next to Katniss and Johanna as Haymitch went to find Peeta who was getting water.

“You know Peeta was right,” Johanna told Katniss. “The Capitol won’t touch your sister. If they tortured her or did anything to her, forget the districts there’s be riots on the fucking Capitol.” She turned her attention up to the sky. “Hey how does that sound Snow? What if we set your backyard on fire?” Katniss looked appalled at Johanna’s dare to outwardly defy Snow. “What? There’s no one left I love. He can’t hurt me,” she informed cavalierly.

Finnick and the others approached along with Haymitch and Peeta each cupping leaves of water. “I have a plan,” Beetee informs. “Where do the careers feel safest? In the jungle?”

“Jungle’s a nightmare,” Johanna countered.

“Probably here on the beach,” Peeta guessed.

“And why aren’t they here?” Beetee asked. You felt like you were in school again.

“Because we claimed it, it’s ours,” Johanna stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And if we left they would come?”

“Or stay hidden in the tree line,” Finnick suggested.

“Which in just under four hours will be soaked from the 10 o’ clock wave,” Beetee remarked smugly. “And what happens at midnight?”

“Lightning strikes that tree,” you returned.

“Here’s what I propose. We leave at dusk, we head to the lightning tree, that should draw them back to the beach. Prior to midnight we then run this wire from the tree to the water. Anyone on the water or on the damp sand will be electrocuted.”

“How do we know the wire’s not gonna burn up?” Haymitch asked.

“Because I invented it. I assure you it won’t burn up.”

We all exchanged looks, everyone in the know about this plan except Katniss, Peeta, and probably Annie. “Well it’s better than hunting them down,” Johanna said, perfect in her begrudging attitude. “What do we do?”

“Keep me alive until midnight,” was all Beetee said.

~

Seeing as you all had a little while until you could set Beetee’s plan in motion you and Haymitch found a spot on the sand with Finnick, Annie, and Johanna. “Ugh everyone and their partners,” Johanna remarked in disgust. “Even District 1. Cashmere and Gloss were too close to just be sibling.”

Everyone laughed. “You could always date Beetee,” you joked, looking over at the man still fiddling with the wire.

She scoffed, “Not in a million years. Besides,” her tone became serious again, “I’m not gonna give the Capitol anymore ammo.”

“Fair,” you replied. “They didn’t have the chance to take anything from me.”

“What do you mean?” Annie asked curiously from Finnick’s arms.

“My mom died having me. It’s common in 12, there aren’t any real doctors. We have healers like Katniss’ mom but if you need surgery or something… you’re out of luck. And then my dad died when I was 12 in a mining accident. Also pretty common unfortunately,” you explained.

“You didn’t have any friends?” Annie asked, genuine concern painted on her face.

“No, not really. After my dad died I had to go to school and appealed to work in the mines. In 12 you’re supposed to wait until you’re 18 but because I had no way to get any money, I was allowed to work.”

“That’s awful, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. What about you Finnick? What’s your tragic backstory?”

He chuckled, thinking for a second. “Umm well, my parents had me, they’re both still alive. I had a lot of friends in school,” he shot a smug smile at you to which you rolled your eyes, “and then I was reaped at 14 and you all know the rest.”

“Better to be unremarkable than-” Johanna began.

“Excuse me? Unremarkable? I’m the youngest ever victor,” Finnick cut in with feigned offense.

“With a mommy and daddy who loved each other and plenty of food on the table,” Haymitch mocked.

“Okay Haymitch, what’s your story?” Finnick countered.

“I also grew up poor and then I was reaped for the deadliest Hunger Games. After, everyone I loved was dead so yeah,” Haymitch countered. It was all such sad, tragic information but the way each of you delivered it and framed it, it became a game to see who had suffered the most and each of you wanted to be the winner.

“Johanna?” you asked.

“Pretty much the same as Haymitch,” was all she said.

“Annie?”

She shrugged. “I was raised like Finnick,” she answered shyly.

“So I win,” Haymitch concluded proudly.

“I had the same fate as you,” Johanna scoffed.

“Yeah but my games had 48 tributes,” he countered.

“No I said backstory,” you interrupted, “which I win unless anyone else can beat orphan with no friends pre-their games. No one?”

“Okay fine,” Finnick conceded. “But if we’re talking post-games? I win.” You gave him a look. “Fine we both win.”

“Everyone I cared about was murdered,” Haymitch insisted.

“Yeah!” Johanna agreed. As they began to bicker you wondered if the Capitol was broadcasting this conversation. You doubt they’d allow the country to hear how they killed victors’ families and sold them into prostitution.

Finally Beetee interrupted the argument. “It’s time.”

~

You had helped Beetee wrap the wire around the tree and now it was time for you, Katniss, and Johanna to take it to the beach. “Make sure it doesn’t break, we need the connection,” Beetee stressed for the fifth time.

“Yes, Beetee, I know how electricity conducts,” you gave a sarcastic smile.

“Maybe I should go with them… as a guard,” Peeta interrupted.

You glanced at Johanna. Shit, you needed Katniss alone long enough to make the game makers think she’s dead. Fortunately Beetee stepped in. “No, I need you here to protect me. There are four tributes left, two of which are careers.”

“Why can’t Johanna stay?” Katniss asked.

“Look, it’s his plan,” Johanna interrupted. “Just do what he says.”

“Thank you,” Beetee said, turning back to the tree.

Katniss conceded, picking up the roll of wire. “Wait,” Haymitch said, stepping towards you. He then did the last thing that you expected. He placed a hand on our waist, the other on your jaw before pressing a kiss to your lips. You were surprised but returned the kiss nonetheless. when you finally pulled away Haymitch said, “Come back to me, okay?”

“Of course,” you agreed with a smile that he returned.

“Can we go?” Johanna called. “I don’t wanna be anywhere near the tree or the beach when the lightning hits.” So you complied, following the two girls.

You weren’t walking for very long when Katniss stopped. She tugged on the wire when it suddenly snapped. “Get down,” Johanna whispered, essentially tackling Katniss onto the ground. As she began cutting out Katniss’ tracker you spotted Brutus and Enobaria.

“I’ll lead them away,” you whispered. You threw a knife, barely scraping Brutus’ shoulder. He spotted you as you climbed out of the little valley you were in. Once you reached the top you ran off into the jungle, hoping to lead the careers away. Brutus and Enobaria were chasing after you as you ran around the jungle, gradually leading them towards the beach, away from Beetee and the others.

You were getting tired and you knew you couldn’t keep this up. Enobaria had become distracted by some other tribute but Brutus was still hot on your tail. As you reached the beach you found it extremely difficult to run in the sand given your legs that felt like lead. Brutus had the opportunity and he took it, tackling you to the ground. Hard. You didn’t notice anything at first, just trying to grab one of your knives as quickly as possible. Brutus had dropped his sword as he had tackled you, leaving him to try to get the knife from you. Fortunately you were quicker as you shoved the knife up into his throat, blood spilling all over you.

As you pushed his body off you heard a canon go off. And then you felt it. Intense cramping in your stomach like none you had ever felt. Tears began to slip down your face as you realized what was happening. You could faintly feel blood pooling in your pants as you rolled over, curling into a fetal position.

You felt sobs wrack your body as you realized you were having a miscarriage. You had made it through the games, you were almost to the end but it happened now? Why couldn’t Brutus have just not tackled you? How were you going to tell Haymitch? He so rarely let himself get excited over things but he was excited to start new and have a family.

Just then the entire arena went dark. Not even a minute later there was a hovercraft over you, the death claw scooping you from the sand. Had they accidentally grabbed you instead of Brutus? But before your questions could be answered you blacked out from blood loss.

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“Katniss!” Finnick yelled just as she released the arrow into the forcefield. Haymitch and he had been running towards her but were blown back as lightning hit the tree, causing the explosion. Fortunately for him and Finnick they were far enough away that they didn’t get hurt too badly but Katniss was still half conscious as a hovercraft appeared, lifting her out of the arena like on of the deceased. “Go!” Finnick told Haymitch as a ladder dropped. “I’ll get Beetee.”

“What about Y/N and Annie?” Haymitch asked.

“Annie is near the other pickup site, Johanna should’ve brough Y/N there too. We gotta go before the Capitol gets here!” So Haymitch reluctantly went up the ladder, following up after Katniss. He looked down briefly, finding Finnick climbing the ladder with Beetee wrapped around his shoulders like a sack of flour.

Once Finnick was a couple feet off the ground the ladder started to be pulled up automatically. As soon as Haymitch got inside, he turned to help Finnick with Beetee.

Once everyone was safely inside the hovercraft, Plutarch made his presence known. Finnick was the first to speak. “You got Annie and Y/N?” All Plutarch did was purse his lips and look down. Haymitch felt dread fill him. “What?” Finnick demanded sharply. “You got them out right?”

“There was an issue. The Capitol found out sooner than we anticipated and were were only able to secure this hovercraft and because you were all close to Katniss. The people on this ship are the only ones we were able to rescue.”

Both Finnick and Haymitch were angry and terrified. “You left them in there?!” Haymitch yelled. “Why didn’t-”

“You both knew the risks!” Plutarch interrupted. “You both knew not everyone was coming out of that arena and that Katniss was the target. I’m sorry but there’s nothing that we can do. We can’t get back into Capitol airspace and the arena is swarmed with Peacekeepers now.”

Haymitch was furious. More so than when he was reaped, his family was killed, or all those times when you were taken from him. If he and you couldn’t get out together, at least you should’ve gotten out. You and his child that you were carrying.

Part IX | Masterlist | Part XI

#haymitch #haymitch x reader #haymitch abernathy #haymitch abernathy x reader #thg #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games

[perfectlyperfectstranger]

Corey Cunningham x Reader

Gif is NOT mine

Note: No gender is specified for the reader im almost 100% positive.

This is my first time writing and this does end on a cliffhanger im sorry���� just so i can think the ending over make sure it goes how I want it to.

This follows Halloween ends storyline btw.

Warning: Slight cheating at the end but not really since Allyson and Corey aren’t confirmed to be together.

You and Allyson had always been close friends so when one day she calls you after a shift talking about some really cute guy with brown hair and glasses she worked on earlier in the day you had to joke. “He wasn’t like, dead was he?” You snicker while saying. “No he wasn’t dead, he was very much alive.” Allyson says and from here tone you can practically hear the eye roll. You chuckle “Thats great for you Allyson. Listen Ill call you later I gotta close up over here.” You both say your goodbyes.

As you are locking up each window you hear something. You raise a brow reaching for your phone and a heavy object near by which happens to be a wrench. Turning on the flash of your phone you start making your way towards the noise only to find a man standing outside the front door looking slightly frantic. You quickly walk over and open the door. “Is there something that I can do for you?” You ask the man who only stares for a moment trying to group together what he wants to say. “…You wouldn’t happen to have a cable jumper and a battery would you?” He says in a soft and quiet voice. You think for a moment debating your choices he notices your hesitance. “Please..? Even just a ride home would suffice. I could always just come back in the morning with what I need.” You sigh. “Alright let me just grab my things then we can get you home.” You step aside and let him in hurrying to gather your things placing down the wrench. He watches you move around grouping up your things. “So you’re a electrician huh? Im a mechanic ” He says attempting conversation his voice shaky and nervous. “Really? What shop d’you work at?” You say as you nod your head towards the door signaling ‘we can go now’. As you both open your car door he responds. “I uh work with my stepdad not many other places will hire me really.” You turn your head to look at him before starting the car. “I don’t see why not you look like you’re in perfect condition for some work.” He seems slightly surprised at your words but decides not to question how you live here and don’t know him. “Im Corey by the way..” You keep your eyes on the road. “Im Y/n, now then Corey. Wanna tell me where your place is?”

After arriving to his home you stop. “Thank you for the ride you really helped me out.” He says a little rushed you nod your head to him and smile softly. “Its no problem. You have a good night Corey.” After you say goodbye you drive off headed back to your own place.

A few days pass by and your working late once again a couple of minutes till close. The door opens and you don’t look up for a moment till the person stops at the desk in front of you. You look up from what you were doing. “Hey Y/n!” A slight smile spreads across your face as you roll your eyes. “Geez you’re coming to annoy me on the job now?” You say teasing as you look back to Allyson. She scoffs “Whatever you don’t know what you’d do without me.” You chuckle softly and ask her what it was she came by for. “Well…” She says reaching into her bag and pulling out a small poster promoting a halloween party at the near by bar. “I don’t know Allyson.. You know I don’t really care for these things.” But with how persistent she is you eventually find no point in further arguing. “Please.. Im gonna bring the cute guy from the hospital too.” You roll you eyes and smile. “Alright.. are we supposed to wear costumes?” She nods at your question. “You should dress sexy you never go out, jump at the opportunity.” She smirks.

The time for this small event at the bar approaches and you’re getting ready your hair and makeup done putting on your costume. You look at yourself in the mirror and shake your head with a smile thinking of how in the world Allyson convinced you into agreeing.

You get to the bar and call Allyson to see if shes already here. She picks up and says she coming out right now. You see her and step out of your car. She smiles “You look so good!” You look at her outfit “I thought you were dressing up too?” She shrugs with a smirk showing she never had the intention to actually wear a costume. You sigh and smile at your sneaky friend as she starts to drag you inside the bar. She takes you to the counter where a man is sitting with a scarecrow mask on. “Corey this is my friend Y/n.” You raise a brow curious if this was the same Corey that came by your work a few days ago. He has the same brown curly hair. Corey moves his mask to the side and shyly smiles, you softly smile. “Hey Corey.” Allyson raises a brow as to say ‘You know each other?’ You explain how the two of you met.

As the night goes on you feel yourself let loose. You all are having a good time when Corey heads back up to the bar leaving you and Allyson to dance. When you suddenly see him dart out the door Allyson sees too and starts heading for the door she asks you to come with her just in case he’s feeling sick. Once you get out he looks frantic like on the night you met but more scared and worried. You tune out there conversation deciding its not really any of your business that is till you hear a very upset Corey. “Im not your fucking project Allyson!” She tries to defend her words but he’s already turning and walking off seeming rigid. “Y/n.. Do me a favor and follow him. I wanna be alone and clear my head.” You look at her sad and nod giving her a hug before jogging to catch up with Corey. “Hey…” He takes in a breath trying to calm himself. “You doing okay.?” You ask softly. He nods, you see a car driving up in your peripheral as the car comes to a stop in front of you Corey seems to freeze. You narrow your eyes and watch as a group of teens step out of the car. They immediately start taking to harassing Corey talking down to him he’s holding his weight well for now so you don’t step in. That is until the boys start putting their hands on him after he said some stuff about the boys dad. You shove one away and try to smoothly knock him out not wanting to fight with a kid. But thats when you see that Corey has gone over the bridge thats when you stop fighting with them.

You immediately run to the slope connecting under and above the bridge you make it down and don’t see Corey. You feel yourself begin to panic when you hear something from the sewer tunnel. You reach for your phone turning on the flashlight before walking in. Then you see him leaned against some concrete out cold you immediately try waking him. “Corey.. Corey come one you gotta get up.” Shaking him trying to make him open his eyes you hear him groan. “Cor-“ Then suddenly everything goes black.

You start waking up groggily blinking your eyes. You look around at your surroundings looking to your right you see Corey still unconscious. The events of last night begin coming back and suddenly your in a rush to get up and get Corey up as well. “Corey!” You say getting up whisper shouting. “Corey lets go we gotta go!” You say shaking him awake with urgency in your voice. He starts to blink awake “Hey.. Come on lets go.” You say helping him up hurrying to get out of here. He walks behind you, You make it to the end turning to make sure Corey is still right there. Hes a little bit behind your about to call out to him when suddenly a hand reaches out and chokes him. You gasp and are sent into a panic looking around for something anything heavy to hit this random arm with. You see a wooden plank and grab it before immediately hitting this mysterious arm the plank breaks and you look over where the arm came from and lock eyes with the Michael Myers. You freeze and he drops Corey once you realize he let go of Corey you grab his arm and immediately rush out of there scared.

You both had been walking for some time not saying anything when a car pulls beside Corey the window rolls down the man speaks to him but Corey says nothing the man quickly drives off seeming startled.

The two of you head to your place. After getting there you ask Corey to go take a shower so the sewer smell goes away you walking to do the same after giving him a pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt. You exit your bathroom dressed and he exits the guest bathroom in the clothes you gave him. “Corey come sit on the couch.” You say softly. He does as you ask and you go to grab things to clean his wounds and wrap them. You kneel in front of him cleaning the scraps on his face. “How did you land.” He looks at you for the first time since getting out of the shower. “What..” You make eye contact with him. “How did you land?” Asking him slower than before. “M’back.” You stand asking him to lay on his stomach lifting his shirt to look at his bruised back. You take a ice pack and slowly place it on his back to sooth the bruises. Corey whimpers slightly “Sorry.” You say softly.

After all those events you didn’t feel quite normal. You don’t know what it was but it feels like theres this hunger when you get angry the need, urge. You try not to think about it much not hearing from Corey or Allyson. That is till you get a phone call. “Hello.” You say without much emotion in your voice. The person on the other end doesn’t respond for a moment. “Its Allyson I need you to come by Corey had earlier and I want to talk to you.” You make your way over there Allyson ranting to you about the odd things she was seeing happening with Corey. “Did something happen that night after the party?” She asks you, You make eye contact with her. “No we just walked and eventually got to his place and split off.” You lied, you aren’t sure why but you did. You soon enough leave Allyson’s place heading to your car not before Laurie stops you. You look her in her eyes, she seems startled immediately moving out of your way and deciding whatever she was going to say is no longer important. Once your in your car you start pulling out making your way to Corey’s. You knock on his door, a older woman answers. “Is Corey here.” You say nearly monotone. She seems to be slightly agitated with your question her husband stepping to the door and pulling her away before telling you Corey was upstairs. You open his bedroom door, he’s standing in front of his mirror with his scarecrow mask on you look around and spot a mask on his dresser. Examining it before pulling it over your head, looking in the mirror before looking over at Corey and moving the mask to the side. Leaning in unknowingly…

#halloween ends #corey cunningham imagines #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #halloween kills #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slashers #corey cunningham x you #halloween ends x reader #halloween kills x reader #perfectlyperfectstranger

[outro-jo]

you’re on your own, kid (pt. 1)

pairing: yang jeongin x gn reader

type: series

descriptors: enemies to lovers, soulmates, idol au

warning: reader is kind of an asshole eventually reader helps mother with undisclosed illness, time jumps, reader is supposed to be a little older than jeongin but no age is specified, i can’t think of anything else lmk shitty writing

request: yes

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2016

the air was thick in the practice room with anticipation. all the trainees were on edge, practicing their routines amongst each other but you sat quietly against the wall, bopping your head to the music in your earbuds. the dance routine had become like second nature to you so you didn’t feel the need to practice once again. suddenly, a body sits next to you and you recognize the smell of the body spray almost immediately. the pink haired boy gives you a smile and throws his backpack down beside him.

“you feelin’ ready, y/n?” he asks cheerfully in his thick australian accent.

“as ready as all ever be.” you give him the best smile you can muster which widens his before he looks over his sheet music again.

you know chan’s gonna do well because he always does. he’s pdnim’s “golden boy”and you’d probably hate him if he wasn’t so damn nice. it’d be kinda like kicking a puppy to be rude to him. he’s also been there longer than you have so you almost feel bad for him, especially when he was just about to debut with got7 only to see his dream slip from his hands. but it wouldn’t be long before the godfather would let him debut, you can feel it. your only hope is that you’d debut either with him or in a group of your own.

the trainee manager claps loudly to gain the attention of the room and you pull your earbuds out. next to the man is a young kid who you assume to be a new trainee. hell of a day to be joining the group when everyone is prepping for an evaluation. you can already hear some of the girls giggling together about how adorable he is, which to be fair, he looked like a little baby so they weren’t entirely wrong. there was something off about him… you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“everyone! gather around and meet the newest addition to the jyp team!” the manager called out, making your increasing headache worse.

“great,” you think. just what you need.

as everyone takes a seat in a circle on the floor, the manager continues, “everyone, this is yang jeongin. his specialties are singing and dancing. be sure to make him feel welcome… while he’s here.” the last part was muttered under the manager’s breath. of course by now the trainee team of managers understands that the trainee system is a bit if a revolving door mixed with survival of the fittest—only the strong survive here. well, see if this kid sticks it out.

“while he won’t be participating in the evaluation today, he will go ahead and perform the piece he auditioned with.” the manager explains.

chan starts off a round of supportive applause as the groups shifts to give the new kid the floor. he takes a second to center himself, looking down to the floor and taking a deep breath before looking up. the music starts and you have to admit that he’s not terrible. definitely needs some work in his pitch and stability with his dancing but it’s not the worst you’ve seen walk through the door. however, he did pick the worst song with an absolutely pounding beat.

“hey, you good?” chan asked when he sees you wince and grab your head.

“i’m fine.” you shake him off, trying to get back in the zone for your evaluation.

new kid finishes his performance and the group offers a scattered applause with chan once again at the helm. the manager asks everyone to now step into the hall as pdnim will be coming in soon to see the evaluations and they will call the first one.

once in the hall you put your headphones back in to listen to the song a few more times before you’re called. this time it’s jisung that sits next to you, his knee frantically bouncing. after a few minutes you put your hand on it to stop and give him a glare.

“sorry, *honorific*… i’m kinda nervous.” he gave you a sheepish grin.

“you’re always nervous, jisung.” you rolled your eyes.

the group falls to a hush as the ceo of the company comes strolling down the hall, singing a new melody to himself and doing the choreography at half capacity. the intense smell of strong cologne begins to announce his arrival, making you nauseous.

“hello, everyone!” he greets the troop of anxious teenagers. “fighting!” he says in a light tone, throwing up two fists in what he perceives to be encouragement and dances into the practice room.

everyday you contemplate if debuting with this company will actually be worth it solely because of that man. on the other side of the hallway, mirroring you, changbin seems to share the same disgusted look on his face as yours, likely contemplating the same sentiment. if this wasn’t one of the big three companies in korea, you might try something else. also if you hadn’t already put in 4 years of training.

the names start to be called and one by one trembling trainees go into the practice room. while your song continues to play, you watch how they all come out, either breathing a sigh of relief or with tears staining their cheeks—more of the latter than former seems to be occurring. in between, you see chan conversing with the new kid, trying to make him feel welcome and eavesdrop a little.

he’s apparently only 15, he was born in busan, loves singing trot, and his role model is bruno mars. typical. before long, it’s just you, chan, and the kid when chan’s name is finally called. chan leaves with the promise of showing him the dorms as soon as he’s done and then it’s just you two. he gives you an awkward smile accompanied with a bow and greeting, which you reluctantly return. you wanted so badly to be anywhere but here. you weren’t exactly the most welcoming when it came to new trainees.

in the four years you’ve been here, you’ve seen too many come and go to get close and you weren’t here to make friends anyways. when you debut, you might allow yourself that luxury but for now all of the trainees are competition for your dream and you weren’t giving up.

the seconds tick by excruciatingly slow. what was he performing a whole concert in there? with chan, it really wouldn’t surprise you. with a sigh, you dug your hand through your backpack for your cell phone and flip it open.

“good luck today! -mom”

you smile at the screen as you read the encouraging message, reminding you why you’re here. a squeaky voice chimes in, suddenly ruining the moment for you.

“did your mom send you a message? my mom sent me one earlier.” the kid finally spoke up for the first time in almost 30 minutes.

you gave him a look, not moving from your slumped position over your phone and he immediately cowers at your glare. the instant power you have over him goes straight to your ego and you have to withhold a smirk. he suddenly inhales sharply and hold his head with his fingers.

“hey, do you have like a tylenol or something? this headache is killing me.” he asks.

you almost feel bad for him, but, “no, i don’t. sorry.” your tone is less than sympathetic.

“you’re a dancer? you don’t keep any kind of pain pills?” his slightly irritated tone is now pissing you off.

“you’re also a dancer. carry your own damn pills. besides, your new bestie chan should have some.” you snark back and slump back against the wall.

he scoffs but you ignore him, pretending to be busy on your phone when the door abruptly opens, sending you upright.

chan of course, is in high spirits, likely getting a glowing review from the boss man.

“you’re next, y/n. good luck!” chan’s dimples form in his cheeks as his smile grows wider.

you nod, gathering your stuff and stand. the kid looks at you through his eyelashes as you walk into the practice room. your head begins to pound again and you chalk it up to nerves, dehydration, and lack of sleep. you try to push everything from your mind except the performance you’ve studied for weeks as you stand in front of your manager and ceo.

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[wordsarelife]

I love your stories! Whats your favourite so far?

I feel like theres not enough kipps fics so could you do one with the song paper rings?

—paper rings

pairing: quill kipps x reader

summary: you and quill have been together so long, you're practically married by now. all this time and quill is still trying to muster up the strength to ask you the question of questions

warnings: none

authors note: thank you so much! I think one of my favs is actually "peace", because I live for those private moments with a loved one (and sometimes a bit of angst too)

"hey!" you called softly upon noticing the group make its way out the huge house

"y/n!" Quill called back, walking forward and engulfing you in a hug, plastering a few quick kisses on your mouth he smiled, stepping back "what are you doing here?"

you smiled nonchalantly "I thought you guys could need something to eat" you looked behind Quill, noticing Lockwood walking out. his eyes searched the place and a smile entered his face upon seeing you.

"hi" he called, hugging you quickly

"hey, Tony" you smiled. you were the only one who was officially allowed to call him that. "I made your favourite" your hand went into your bag and you pulled out a packaged pb+j sandwich

"oh, y/n" Lockwood grinned "you're a saint"

you laughed at his expression. Quill grinned at you bitterly, but you could cheer him up a bit by taking out his favourite from your bag "thank you, darling"

Lockwood and Quill watched you go down the row of agents (Lucy, George, Kat, Bobby and Ned) handing each one their favourite sandwich and smiling upon the joy they send you

you had first met Lockwood when he was just twelve years old. you were seventeen at the time and had started dating Quill. Quill wasn't especially happy about your loving relationship with the younger boy, but he quickly understood that you loved Lockwood like a sister would.

Lockwood looked up to you and since meeting, you had become the only family he had left. visiting him and making sure he was save, caring for him when he was ill.

your care never vanished and eventually Quill understood the importance of your relationship. but..he still continued to dislike the boy.

"you better marry her" Lockwood muttered while eating his sandwich and Quill watched in silent happiness how you looked up from your bag and found his eyes across the yard, smiling at him.

"of course I will" Quill rolled his eyes at the boy, who had a bit of peanut butter stuck on his left cheek

"well, its taking you remarkably long" Lockwood shrugged

"listen, Tony. just because y/n's playing mommy for you doesn't mean you have a say in our relationship"

Lockwood raised his eyebrows in confusion "y/n isn't playing mommy for me, Kipps"

you had made your way back without them noticing, not really listening to what they were saying "oh, sweetheart, you've got something on your cheek" before he could protest, you had licked your finger and got rid of the peanut butter from his cheek

Quill's features grew into a toothy grin as his eyes found Lockwood's

"just this once" Lockwood muttered and Quill watched as he took another bite from the sandwich. Lockwood noticed Quill watching him and quickly wrapped up the sandwich "not that hungry"

"oh, that's weird" you exclaimed worryingly "you're always hungry after a mission. are you getting a cold?" you stepped forward, about to take his temperature with your lips, but Lockwood stepped back

"its fine, y/n" he said quickly, walking away from you both

"well, what's going on with him?" you asked Quill, who just shrugged

"as if I would know"

***

"do I really have to come with?" you were practically dragging Quill through the streets of london, while you listened to his pleading about being allowed to return back home.

"yes" you smiled "you're my-" you paused, thinking "assistant"

you unlocked the door with your key and went inside, waiting for your boyfriend to follow you "yeah, sure, assistant, as if i'm normally allowed in the kitchen"

"haha" you took off your coat and hung it up, walking down the steps to the kitchen, you ordered Quill to sit down at the table. "I brought a magazine" you took out the magazine and handed it to him, giggling as he rolled his eyes with affection

"if you need me, i'll be just sitting here, with absolutely no purpose"

"thank you, that's all I need from you" you started taking out your mothers old cookbook and began to search for the ingredients, luckily having brought everything you were sure, couldn't be found in the kitchen of portland row

you finished up cooking about two hours later, Quill having finished the magazine and started asking you unnecessary questions instead. eventually, he was helping you set the table as the front door got unlocked.

"hey" George smiled when he entered the kitchen "Kipps" he greeted upon noticing the older boy

closely behind was Lucy, who stepped around the bespectacled boy to hug you and give Quill an high-five

"hey" Lockwood smiled as he finally entered the kitchen as well

"how was the case?" you asked while you shooed them to finally sit down and start their meal. Quill and you were sitting across, beginning to eat as well

"eventful" said George

"and long" added Lucy, throwing a glance at the clock

"I'm sure you did great" you smiled encouraginly and Quill noticed how everyone seemed to switch into a little better mood at your words

"thank you for this, y/n" Lockwood smiled "...and Quill" he added "you really shouldn't have"

"you told me the case wouldn't be easy, so I thought I could at least make the night a little more easy for you guys. after you've finished I want to see you all go to bed. it's already super late and god knows you need the sleep" you immediately noticed the growing protests coming from the teenagers "I'll even do a bed control to make sure you've all listened"

"Kipps" the three whined at almost the same time

"oh now you want me to help you?" Quill grinned from ear to ear "nah, you've heard the lady"

so against all their protests, they went up to their rooms after dinner.

"I think some day you'll be a great mother" Quill smiled fondly

you turned your head and looked at him, intertwining your fingers across the table "so will you" he raised his brows "obviously a good father, you know what I mean"

he laughed at your annoyed expression, before he turned his arm, looking at his watch "it's been ten minutes"

"alright" you said, getting up and leaving the kitchen to do the previously announced bed control. Quill smiled to himself as he watched you leave

***

you were sitting in bed, reading, while Quill was lying next to you, just watching your face change it's expression every time the scene changed

"hey, y/n?" he asked softly and waited until you had put the book to rest in your lap

"yeah, Quill?" you pursed your lips smiling at the man

"will you marry me?"

you opened your mouth slowly, stunned by his words. he turned around to grab something from off the bedside table. it wasn't anything fancy, not a big ring or a shining diamond. it was a little self-made paper ring

"I know it's not nearly as good as the ones you used to make, but I thought you would like it"

you smiled softly, tearing up "of course I like it" you sobbed "and yes, obviously I will marry you" you outstretched your hand, letting him slip the ring onto your finger

you leaned forward, taking his face into your hands and kissed him softly

"this was more perfect than anything I could've imagined, Quill" you said, still stunned at what was happening

you were amazed at how well he knew you, not doing anything big or fancy or god forbid in public with loads of people watching. he knew that you liked those quiet moments, times you would spend alone with those closest to you

"I thought you would like this" he laughed

you both stayed up half the whole night, discussing how your wedding would be, who you would invite (Quill begrudgingly nodded at Lockwood being one of the first people you had suggested), how you would decorate the location and overall how big the festivity should be

"now we only have to get a real ring for you"

"are you kidding? i will never take this off" you replied cheerfully, posing your hand in the air. "you're the one that I want, I'd even marry you with paper rings"

"oh god, what have I started?" Quill asked, burying his head in the pillow. you laughed at his antics, still admiring the little folded ring

"okay, what if we get you an actual ring and we frame that one? so nothing will happen to it, what do you think?"

"sounds like a plan" you shrugged

you made yourself comfortable in his arm, you were excited to go look for a beautiful ring, but for tonight you would wear the paper ring, and that made your heart swell with joy

#lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #george karim #cameron chapman #netflix #ali hadji heshmati #anthony lockwood x reader #lucy carlyle #ruby stokes #ghost hunting #quill kipps x reader #quill kipps #lockwood netflix #lockwood and co netflix #long term relationship #paper rings #taylor swift #i love you taylor #taylors version

[haecien]

Secret Scent.

-Joshua x G/n reader.

Synopsis -- Fairies are roaming around, what is this calming charm? Joshua just opened a new Perfume line. It smells amazing, its just the effect it does that makes you weird.

Genre -- Smau(Some panels are written) , Fantasy, Fluff(?), Mysterious, Dark(?)

Warnings -- Cursing, reader being downbad in private, dark-ish themes(Murder, people going mental.. literally) , mentions of drugs

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512 words 2,778 characters 2-3 panels

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Late night walks

NOT PROOF READ!

Joshua put his phone down and switched it to silent, he got up from his bed and quickly changed his clothes.

He wore a black shirt with denim pants, with that he used a black mask to hide his face and a cap. God the world is so cruel to him, he can't even go out without getting harassed.

He hesitantly opened his door thinking if he should back down, going out has became a hassle Joshua. He'd frequently feel like others were watching or following him, no matter how many bodyguards he hires, no matter how strong they are. People will always find a way to hurt him

He sucked it up eventually and walked out of his home, he locked his door and kept his key in his pocket. He nervously clenched his fists as he started to walk along his neighborhood

Suddenly he started to think to himself, where were you? Are you safe? Shit. The reason why he went on the walk in the first place was to get you out of his head. Haha the more he tried to get his mind off you

The more you popped up.

...

He remembered the place he was at was near your company, he wondered if he should go in to see you. But it would be weird, he didn't want to bother you.

"Mm! " a hand covered Joshua's mouth making it difficult for him to speak at all, he tried his best to break free from the persons grasp.

Joshua tried to drag him and the person to a place where nobody could see them, what the fuck? That's the opposite of what a normal person would do in a situation like this.

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Cheers! You all cringed your glasses together. " This feels nice after working non stop. "

" Be lucky im paying, I feel like ill be broke by the end of the year if I keep doing this " he jokingly said

The waiter lightly tapped Cheol's shoulder, " Sir would you like to bill out? "

" Oh yes please. " " No problem i'll get the bill. "

" Oh yes pleaseeE~ " your voice cracked in the middle of you mocking cheol but now it was cheol mocking you which made everyone laugh.

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you all left the restaurant feeling stuffed, well no matter what time, day, week it is your friend group was always so lively.

Dokyeom was walking in front of everyone, suddenly he stopped dead in his stracks which made Jun bump into him " Yah! - what's the big deal why'd yo- ..... " Jun peaked in front of Dokyeom to see what was up ahead, big mistake. Your entire group went silent

Lying in front of you was a body, you were sure it was a guy. He wore a black shirt with denim pants with a mask that was covering his face

Cheol quickly went to see if the person was still alive... There heartbeat was faint but the person was still alive, realization hit Cheol like a fucking brick how could you be so stupid to not even realize who that is?

" Jisoo? "

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Cliffhanger/j im joking HELPEPEP anyways

Cien rambles

Got a bit lazy at the end so sorry about that💔

Taglist: @hipsdofangirl @amxlia-stars @lirtha97 @joshuaahong

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[fbfh]

rocks at your window pt. 4 - ricky bowen x reader

disclaimer: this series contains smut and chapter by chapter warnings, so as with all nsfw works, ricky is aged up to 18+!! ricky and reader are 18 and in their senior year

additionally, we're working towards a ricky x therapy plot so he's going to start expressing some symptoms of mental illness and bpd starting in this chapter but I promise he does get therapy eventually and has a good support system (he gets worse before he gets better yk) and obviously i'm not a professional and this is for entertainment so while I have done my research pls take this with a grain of salt!! or several!! /lh

!! contains some spoilers for season 1 of hsmtmts, and previous chapters of this fic !!

wc: 11k I know

genre: smut, slice of life/coming of age, one sided pining, fluff

pairing: ricky bowen x (afab she/her) reader

warnings: NOT PROOF READ AT ALL, more facebook messanger texts we'll politely pretend aren't facebook messanger, protecting carlos and seb during hoco (+ one use of the word homophobia), you're the dolly levi of the friend group, a LOT of hello dolly references??, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, ricky's falling HARD, antagonist!nina, one sided rina angst (like BIG gina angst), big red is ricky's temporary therapist, ricky has bpd, ricky kind of splits on gina??, ricky has anxiety too, dr phil and big red and natalie's emotional support hamster are the only consistant things in anyone's life, drama/general messiness, oral (m + f recieving), sneaky quiet late night don't wake up the parents sex, making out, ricky thinks you smell so good he has to bang you right now, "stay quiet or I stop", switch!ricky, switch!reader, calling ricky a good boy, praise kink, giggly sex, waking up the morning after to an empty bed but not at all on bad terms (and no ghosting)

summary: ricky works up the guts to ask you to homecoming. if you can navigate all the drama, maybe he'll get to rearrange yours after dancing together all night.

song recs: old friend - mitski, 10 minutes ago - cinderella (1997), dancing - hello dolly (1969), in love on valentine's day - paul sandrone, daniel farrant, james knight (spotify link bc it's literally not on youtube??? tracking down this song was a nightmare /lh), you turned the tables on me - billie holiday, born to be brave - nico iaciancio cover (bc that's what I think the original sounds like in canon), soulmate who wasn't meant to be - jess benko, perfume - new hope club

a/n: could I have split this up?? yes but I'm not going to. also congrats 2 me bc I'm officially in the 10k one shot girlie club!! this is the longest thing i've ever written and my eyes are burning. ricky has bpd, I knew from the moment I saw this motherfucker I was like "yup bpd and mommy issues" and I was RIGHT why is no one talking about this also go watch crazy ex girlfriend

EDIT: I FORGOT TO ADD THE LINK TO THE VAMPIRE DIARIES VIDEO YOU REFERENCE IN THE BEGINNING (obvious spoilers for vampire diaries lol)

tags: @yesv01 @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @hopefullhearts @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @matiere-detoiles @ifilwtmfc @uselesssapphickitten @nxstalgicnxbxdy @ggclarissa

There’s no reason to be nervous. Ricky has literally no reason to be nervous. You’ve been together practically 24/7 since… all this began. He ducks his head down and his eyes land on the smooth counter top of the booth you’re sitting in. Heat rushes to his cheeks as it so often does around you, as he remembers all the time you’ve spent together. He tries to pay as much attention as he can to your summary of the video essay on vampire diaries you’d watched while doing homework last night, even though his thoughts are racing, and all centered on you. On asking you something really important - but also like, totally not a big deal or whatever.

“So apparently they just regularly bring characters back from the dead,” you inform him with a laugh, and take a sip of your coffee. He didn’t think people could look particularly cute while sipping something until he met you… until he got close with you. 

“Yeah, that’s pretty crazy,” he agrees, hoping he sounds normal. You glance up at him to make sure he’s okay. You can tell he seems a little distracted, and he knows he has to ask you. It’s now or never. 

“So…” he begins.

“Yeah?” you lean forward, already invested in what he has to say. God, he loves that. He loves the way you care, really care about what he has to say. He lets out a small, breathy laugh, that you mirror when you hear his.

“So, homecoming is soon,” he smiles, and is pretty sure you know where he’s going with this. Your eyes widen in moderate surprise.

“It is? Already?” you ask, pulling out your phone to check your very messy calendar. “Jesus, I thought we still had a few more weeks…” you muse, and Ricky smiles. God, how can you make everything - even being a little scatterbrained sometimes - so fucking cute? 

You look back up from your phone, snapping him back to attention. His breath is shallow.

“So…” he says again, and rubs the palms of his hands up and down his jeans. Why is he so nervous? He has no reason to be nervous. You’re silent, waiting for him to continue in a way that feels patient, encouraging even, instead of critical like it would be from someone else. 

“...Do you want to go? To homecoming?” 

His heart is in his throat.

“Like, together?” You take another sip. He’s so choked up, so worried you’ll say no. He nods. You smile. 

“Hell yeah,” you lean back and pull out your phone to text your mom, who is currently at a PTA meeting, about dress shopping this weekend, biting your lip as you type. Relief turns to elation as you discuss plans, coordinate rides with your friends, and get a plan together. He bounces his leg, getting really excited for all this. He’s never been one for school dances, but with you… it’s a whole different story. He can’t stop looking at you. 

“So, what color is your dress going to be? You know, so I can get a tie to match.” A light, happy chuckle dances across the table and you hum in consideration, glancing down at the scone in your hand, your favorite flavor that’s become somewhat of a signature with you and Ricky.

“Peach.” 

You both giggle.

“Perfect.” he smiles. You’re going to look so pretty in a peach dress. At homecoming. With him. A burst of kinetic energy waves through him at the thought. The atmosphere is nice, comfortable. It always is with you. You finish the bite of pastry in your mouth.

“You know,” you start, “maybe you should go suit shopping with your dad. It might be nice to have a guy’s day together.” 

His mom has been gone for a few weeks now, and he told you how badly his dad is struggling. He means well, it’s just… been hard on him. It might be nice, he thinks, really nice to go out and spend some time with his dad, have some fun. He doesn’t remember the last time they had a day like that together. He’d really like that, if his dad wanted to.

“Yeah,” he agrees, wondering when a good time to bring it up will be, “that would be nice.” 

Around the time you’re ready to head home, your phone lights up with a text from your mom, informing you everything at the PTA meeting went great, and she’ll fill you in on the details at home, and you thank her, informing her there’s a hazelnut coffee coming her way. 

It’s Friday night, and you have less than 24 hours to homecoming. You’re not sure how you were able to find a dress you actually like in the right color on such short notice, but somehow you managed. You and Ricky have been texting all day, filling each other in on how last minute shopping had been going for each of you. He was shocked at how well today went with his dad. He was bracing himself for the worst for a lot of the afternoon, but the day progressed and nothing bad happened. They even got dinner afterwards. 

Now, you’re sitting at your desk, finishing some homework while you facetime each other and fill him in on the whole cast’s plan to be there for Carlos and Seb tomorrow night. 

“And, like,” you continue rambling as you wrap up your science worksheet, “it’s so ridiculous that that’s even necessary, you know? Out of all the living things in the world, humans are the only ones who thought to make up homophobia.” 

“Right? Worst idea ever,” he muses. 

“Exactly!” you exclaim in agreement, looking up at your phone. You mutter something about how stupid people can be, eyes moving down and skimming your paper, double checking your answers one last time. Ricky watches you do this. Your desk light casts a warm glow over you, and he can see some of your posters on the opposite wall from  where you have your phone propped up. He knows exactly which ones they are, too. He has every detail of your room - and of you - memorized by now.

He’s supposed to be finishing his english homework, that’s the whole point of facetiming each other this late, to keep each other company while you work. Instead his papers lay discarded on his desk as he watches you, a look of fondness dusting his face. You tap your pencil against each question on your worksheet, eyebrows scrunched, mouthing the answers to yourself as you go. Occasionally you’ll stop, turning to your book to check a chart or vocabulary word, then erase your answer and select a different one. 

“And that’s why we proofread,” you mutter to yourself, and Ricky giggles. You look back up at him, smiling, then back at your paper for one last once over. 

“Okay, I’m just about done,” you say, putting your homework in your bag to turn in later, with a satisfactory sigh. Ricky glances at the time. It’s getting late already. He’s torn between wanting to make sure you get enough sleep, and wanting to talk to you all night. He watches you rub your eyes, suppressing a yawn. 

“We should probably go to bed now,” it’s more of a question, but you agree anyway. You pick up your phone and walk into your bathroom, grabbing your toothbrush as you say your drawn out good nights. 

Ricky thought he was nervous asking you to homecoming? Turns out that’s nothing compared where he is now, waiting for you in your foyer. Somehow your house had become the unofficial get ready spot for the girls and Carlos, and meet up place for everyone else. So that’s where Ricky finds himself, barely unable to socialize or talk with his friends, all his thoughts preoccupied with you. He hasn’t seen you all day; you and the girls have been getting ready together, and he’s been trying to teach Big Red to dance all day. 

Ashlyn comes down first. Her bubbly presence immediately eases some of the tension in the atmosphere from Ricky and EJ having to wait together in such close quarters. She waits with them for the others while they finish getting ready. It doesn’t slip past Ricky how nervous Big Red suddenly gets when she comes down the staircase. 

Natalie is next - almost. Half way down the stairs, a snap resonates off the walls, and she freezes. She looks down at her left shoe, the heel of which has completely snapped off.

“Oh my god,” she mutters, and walks carefully back up to your room. A minute later, presumably after she informs you about her wardrobe malfunction, Ricky hears your voice, faint and bouncing off the stairwell. 

“It’s okay, that’s the risk you take with stilettos,” you say, trying to calm her justified panic. He hears you say something about how Margot Robbie broke a heel at an award show a few years ago as your bedroom door closes again. 

The door opens, and Carlos appears at the landing. His face falls slightly as he realizes Seb isn’t here yet.

“It’s okay, he’s probably going to meet up with us at school.” Ricky comforts. 

“Yeah,” he agrees with a laugh at his own nervousness, “yeah, you’re probably right.”  Carlos takes a deep breath, and Ricky notices the swirly, metallic red pattern on his suit. 

“You look great, man,” He says, hoping to take Carlos’s mind off the unexpected radio silence from Seb. The comment is appreciated, but seems to catch him off guard. 

“Thanks,” he replies, “dude,” he punctuates with a friendly - very awkward - punch to Ricky’s arm. It’s more of a nudge, but he appreciates the sense of comradery nonetheless. 

Footsteps echo down the stairs, and Ricky looks up, stomach twisting in anticipation. Natalie emmerges, much more carefully this time. She greets everyone, then starts talking to Ashlyn about the shoe incident. Ricky is trying really, really hard not to look like he’s waiting for you, but it feels almost impossible to focus on anything else. 

Finally, several painfully long minutes later, he hears the click of high heels approaching the steps. He walks to the bottom of the stairs, heart thumping as you round the corner, and all the breath is pulled from his lungs at the sight of you. You descend the stairs, hair and dress flowing and bouncing with every step, glowing under the chandelier light. Your dress, mid length and flouncy, a peachy champagne that compliments your hair and skin tone perfectly, shimmers subtly when you move, glistening like starlight. 

Your makeup is understated and glowy, bringing out every beautiful feature you have - which is all of them. Your hair is perfect, glossy and voluminous. Your earrings look like little pink silk flowers, and there are matching, larger silk flowers on the side of your heels. Your nails are manicured a soft peachy pink, with little sparkling accents. You even smell like peaches, he realizes, subconsciously taking a step closer to the bottom of the stairs as you get closer. You seem to descend in slow motion as Ricky takes in every detail.

Your expression mirrors his the moment you see him. You did not expect him to look that good in a suit. It couldn’t fit better, the cut and seams of the dark fabric perfectly accentuating his physique. His tie matches your dress, the same shade of peach, and you bite back a smile. The expression on his face can only be described as a breathless wow, and it’s something you'll never forget. Your cheeks are warm and suddenly it all feels real. You find yourself very excited to have fun at homecoming with him tonight. 

You finally float down to the bottom of the stairs, stopping in front of him. It’s quiet for a moment, as you take each other in, face to face. You’re both struggling to find the words, thrown off guard by the energy in the air, by each other. Behind you, Ashlyn claps awkwardly.

“Alright, everyone ready to go?” 

You and Ricky both giggle at the same time, and his chest warms at how in sync you are. 

“Yeah,” You confirm, smiling over at Ashlyn and grabbing Ricky’s arm in a way that makes his heart palpitate, “let’s go.”

Standing with you on the dance floor, his hand on your waist as you attempt to teach him how to waltz, Ricky is so thankful for homecoming, for an opportunity to be close to you like this. 

“I told you,” he laughs, enamored with your optimistic determination, “I can’t dance.” 

“Yes,” you smile, “you can. You just haven’t had the right teacher.” His cheeks flush at your words, the feeling of your hands on his, and he’s hit with the sudden memory of the last time your lips were on his neck. 

“I think you’re probably right about that…” he mutters under his breath. You bite back a smile, adjusting the position of his hand on your waist. You step closer, and his heart beats faster. He watches your face closely as you explain the basics of a waltz, a box step. 

“Like in ‘Dancing’ from Hello Dolly.” you smile, eyes widening at the blank look on his face. “Oh my god, it’s a musical classic! Carol Channing played Dolly in the original broadway cast in ‘64, then Barbra Streisand in the film adaptation in ‘69.” 

“Wow,” he smiles. He loves when you talk about theatre and Broadway, loves the way your eyes light up. “They’re like, really famous, right?” You let out a light hearted scoff.

“Broadway legends.” You smile, “The movie was directed by Gene Kelly, too, it’s amazing. We should watch it this weekend, if you want to,” you look up at him, eyes glittering under the soft twinkling lights. 

“Yeah,” Ricky laughs, “definitely.” 

After a moment, you remember why you brought Hello Dolly up in the first place. 

“Right,” you say, memory jogged, “there’s a song called ‘Dancing’ where Dolly is teaching Cornelius and Barnaby how to dance so they can impress these girls who work at a ladies hat shop-” 

“Cornelius and Barnaby?” he asks with a laugh. 

“It takes place in 1890!” you say, jokingly defensive. 

“Right,” he agrees, “so a… ladies hat shop…?” 

“Totally era appropriate.” 

You’re both giggling, trying not to be too loud. You lean your head forward, resting it on his shoulder. The sound of your laughter, the feeling of your head resting against him brings back that warm feeling he always gets around you. It takes you a moment to regain your composure. It’s been like this all night, the conversation flowing like a river, always making each other laugh over something or other. 

“So,” you begin, once again ready to dance with him, “put your hand on her waist and stand.” You recite, moving his hand from your back to your waist and adjusting your posture. 

“With her right-” you hesitate, making sure you have the correct hand, then continue, “in your left hand. And…” You step back with your left foot, motioning for him to follow, then back and out with your right, then together. 

“One… two… three…” 

You repeat the steps.

“One… two… three…”

And again.

“One… two… three…” 

You look up at him, your smile blinding.

“Look, you’re dancing!” 

He looks up at you, excited, disbelieving that he got it so quickly.

“Wait, that’s it?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah,” you nod, “see? I told you you can dance.” You start to move again, and he follows, hesitant but slowly getting the hang of it. After a second, he says your name, voice quiet and still watching the ground. 

“Can you keep singing? It’s making it a lot easier…” he chuckles, hoping you can’t tell how much he loves hearing your voice. 

So you do. You sing quietly, just enough for him to hear, about dancing and how it’s the perfect excuse to hold someone you like close to you, as you waltz carefully around the room. An electric, intimate feeling ties you together as you weave through the room. It's like something clicked, he thinks, because it makes sense. This, dancing, makes sense. He’s pulled from his epiphany by your melodic voice. 

"We should do Hello Dolly, it would be so fun!" You giggle.

"Yeah?" He asks, smile mirroring yours, "Who would you play?" You let out a light hearted huff, considering. 

"I would love to play Dolly," you admit. You had always hoped to portray the classic role, dreaming of being able to follow in the footsteps of other iconic actresses like Carol Channing and Barbra Streisand. You barely get the sentence out when Ricky nods, agreeing. 

"You would make an amazing Dolly." You laugh, cheeks warm, flattered by his response. 

"Who do you think I should be?" He asks, that playful energy flowing comfortably between you as he raises his arm, spinning you around. 

"Well," you begin with a laugh, "if you played Cornelius we’d get to waltz together. But if you played Horace and I played Dolly we'd get married at the end." 

His heart squeezes at your words, imagination already taking off like a wild horse. Again, your melodic voice pulls him back down to earth. 

"But playing Irene would be fun too…" you sigh, twirling in his arms again, your dress glittering under the soft lights. Your hands return to their previous position resting on his shoulder and your waist, free hands clasped together, and you begin to move in tandem. You twirl and float around the room, feeling the music wrap around you like a warm blanket in autumn. 

In that beautiful moment between the two of you, he doesn’t just understand dancing, he realizes, he loves it. Like, a lot. He loves this, being close to you. He loves the connection between you, and he wants to keep dancing with you all night. 

He giggles, twirling you around in his arms again. On your way around, you see Carlos behind you at your table holding up his phone, a smile on his face. You’re glad he seems okay; Seb still hasn’t shown up and everyone’s been worried about both of them. A split second later, you’re back in Ricky’s arms, and your heart soars at the smile on his face. You’d been hoping dancing together at homecoming might help him in rehearsals. Based on how well he’s doing - and how much fun he seems to be having - you can tell your hunch was correct. 

After a few more songs, you begin to make your way back to your table. Ricky’s hand settles on your back, guiding you through the crowd. Two more people are seated there than when you left, and your eyes widen. 

“Oh my god.” you say quietly, “Gina and EJ came together?” 

Ricky glances up, gaze almost immediately turning back to you as you get closer.

“Oh, they did? I didn’t notice.” 

Fighting to maintain her poker face, Gina’s stomach drops at his words. Her eyes dart between you and Ricky, the way he’s looking at you. She grips her clutch tighter. This is really, really bad for her. Gina barely had a plan for making Ricky jealous and freaked out so he’d quit the show to begin with. She definitely did not plan on you waltzing into the picture - literally - and stealing away all of his attention. He can’t get jealous if all of his focus is on you. A sinking feeling begins to invade the pit of her stomach. 

Ricky’s phone buzzes with a text from his dad. 

“Hey,” he says, showing you the screen, “which shirt do you like better?” 

He’s been filling you in on his dad’s hot date he has tonight, and you’re both very relieved to see that he’s doing okay, putting himself out there. You look at the pictures, and consider.

“Hmm… the second one.” you conclude. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” he agrees easily. He loves how you always seem to be on the same page. 

“Wow,” comes EJ’s voice from across the table. He sounds really stiff. “I had no idea you were each other’s dates to homecoming.” He states, sharing a quick look with Gina he hopes no one notices. 

“Yeah, we are,” Ricky smiles, “we’re each other’s dates.” He doesn’t think it would be too far fetched to say you’re… dating. 

“Yep, partners in crime.” You smile, showing off your plastic ring. Ricky holds up his, kept on a chain, sitting right over his heart. 

“Aw,” Carlos says, an almost bittersweet undercurrent to his voice, “you guys are so cute.” He gestures for you to lean closer to each other. “Let me get a pic for my story!” 

Ricky does not need to be told twice. He throws his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you hold his arm and giggle. It’s the perfect shot, the sincerity of the fun you’re having evident in the photo. 

Gina runs her tongue over her teeth. She really does not like that. 

Across town, sitting at a table in a shitty karaoke spot, Nina scrolls through instagram while Kourtney rants about the bitch who criticized her costume suggestions. Something about a lime green sweater? She’s not really paying attention, she’s too distracted by the hideous dress that Gina’s wearing. And the fact that she went to hoco with Nina’s ex boyfriend. 

“Look at this,” she says, showing Kourtney her phone. “She looks like she’s wearing a bedazzled tablecloth.” Kourtney looks at her phone, disapproval written all over her face. 

“And,” Nina says, gearing up to point out the obvious jab at her, “she’s with EJ.”

Kourtney knows where this is going. Before Nini can go off about how obviously Gina has it out for her, she takes a sip of her drink. 

“Is there anything on their stories?”

She taps EJ’s story and it’s just a boomerang of the food. 

“No, just-” Carlos’s story plays next and Nina almost pukes. Right there on her screen is Ricky, kissing your cheek, leaning into you like a cat. You’re in an unfortunately gorgeous dress, grinning so sincerely, your nose effortlessly scrunched. Next is a video of you two dancing. Like, really, properly dancing. She can’t believe you got him to dance - he doesn’t even dance in rehearsal when he’s supposed to! She watches the two of you ballroom dancing around the gym, breath speeding up slightly at the realization that he’s actually good. The sick pit forming in her stomach grows as she rewatches the video again. She wants to know why, after all the practice, all the failed attempts and his reluctance, why it works when you do it? Why isn’t she good enough? She dwells in the feeling for a few minutes. She scrolls through a few more hoco posts before finding one that has your account tagged. It’s private. 

“Kourt,” she says, showing her her phone, “you need to follow her.” 

“Why?” Kourtney asks.

“So I can see what’s on her instagram.” Nina says. She can’t let you know she’s lurking, so the obvious solution is to lurk through Kourtney’s account. Kourtney sighs. She requests to follow you. 

A few feet away from your table, Ashlyn gives you a look, gesturing subtly to Carlos, then to the hallway. Seb still isn’t here. 

“Hey,” you say quietly to Ricky, “I’ll be right back.” you smile, eyes flicking over to Ashlyn and Carlos. 

“Yeah, sure,” he says, watching you leave with them to give Carlos a pep talk. A soft smile kisses the corners of Ricky’s mouth, watching you in utter adoration. He lets out a small sigh, gaze lingering on where you stood even after you’re out of sight. 

Gina watches him watch you, his dark auburn hair glowing in the warm twinkle lights strung up throughout the gym. His eyes seem to sparkle with joy when he finally tears his gaze away, staring absentmindedly at the table. 

“EJ,” she says, “could you get me some punch, babe?” 

“Uh,” he says, clearly unused to the term of endearment, “sure… babe.” He heads over to the drinks, the tension between them thinly veiled. This seems to snap Ricky out of whatever his train of thought was, and he scoots closer to Gina. She watches him lean closer to her and begin speaking in a low, almost strangely intimate tone of voice. 

"Hey, you know EJ went through Nini’s phone before they broke up, right?” 

She raises her eyebrows. 

“Just… you know, be a little careful around him.” 

“I can take care of myself, Ricky.” She states incredulously.

“Yeah, of course you can.” he says, head tilted to the side with a little smile, like it should be obvious, “You’re so talented and ambitious, and - honestly, way too good for him.” He mutters the last part, but she definitely hears it. 

“You’re way too cool to get your heart broken by a guy who plays water polo.” He says, drawing a reflexive laugh out of her. 

“Just… take care of yourself.” he concludes, locking eyes with her before moving back to his seat. It’s only for a moment, but long enough for her to commit the color to memory.

“Right.” she says, working harder than she usually has to to keep her expression neutral. 

Later, between dances, you and Ricky catch your breath at the snack table. You take a sip of your drink, eyes landing on Gina and EJ, who are very obviously arguing. You nudge Ricky, motioning over to them.

“What are they saying? Wrong answers only.” 

He considers, then begins to narrate in his best EJ impression. 

“Ugh, Gina! Stop moving! I haven’t posted on instagram in 35 seconds and blurry so doesn’t fit my theme.”

You try to stifle the loud, beautiful laugh that brings warmth to his cheeks and a smile to his lips as your eyes lock, sharing a look so close he never wants to look away. 

“I said wrong answers only…” you say through muffled giggles. He stares at you, fixated. He’s blinded by your warmth, your beauty, and he can’t look away from you. His attention is snapped back to where it had been when you gasp dramatically, shock written all over your face. He follows your gaze to EJ, who’s dripping with punch, and Gina, who’s storming away from him.

“...Oh my god.” you say, already dissolving into laughter again, Ricky following suit. 

Soon you’re dancing again, pressed up against each other, swaying gently to the oldies playing softly over the speakers. Ricky can feel your body heat, smell your shampoo, and the way it mixes with your sweet peachy perfume. You smell so good, he thinks he could probably get high off you alone. His hand rests firmly on your back, holding you close to him, and his fingertips brush over the exposed skin peeking out over the straps of your dress. He traces your shoulder blades, your spine, feeling how close together your hearts are beating. One of your arms is wrapped around him, your head resting on his shoulder. Both your free hands are intertwined, and he loves the feeling of your fingers intertwining with his. He’s steeped in a hazy sort of ecstasy, spurred further on by your warm little breaths tickling his neck. 

He lets out a soft sigh, more content than he’s probably ever been. He feels you smile against his blazer when he traces the outline of the back of your dress. You hum softly to the music, singing along to a few of the words. He’s not surprised that you know this song, of course you would know a song this pretty and romantic. He hopes he’ll remember to ask you the name of it later. Dancing, he realizes, isn’t just fun - it’s amazing. He loves dancing. He loves dancing with you. After a few moments, he realizes there’s not many people on the dance floor. He doesn’t get why so many guys don’t like slow dancing; when you really love someone, isn’t any reason to hold them close to you a good one? He thinks it is. His heart flutters when you let out a breathy sigh against his skin.

You adjust your head on Ricky’s shoulder, watching Carlos across the room. He looks so… melancholic. You should go check on him. And Gina. And probably EJ. Christ, tonight has been a lot. You adjust your head again, facing towards him. 

“We should check on Gina,” you say reluctantly, murmuring into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He loves when you do that, loves how you know when people are hurting and what to do about it. But right now, he really, really does not want to let go of you for anyone or anything. Maybe it’s selfish, he thinks, maybe it’s selfish for wanting you all to himself like this, but he just can’t bring himself to let go of you yet. Maybe he deserves to be a little selfish sometimes. Maybe he should just give himself permission to do whatever makes him feel better. He holds you tighter, face burying into your neck. 

“After this song,” he breathes, eyes fluttering closed in your embrace. You nod gently.

“Okay,” you agree, voice so low he can barely hear it. 

Eventually the final piano chords sound, and he holds you tight as the last few, painfully bittersweet notes reverberate through the room. The song ends, and he lets go of you slower and more reluctantly than he’s done anything. 

You sigh, tracing your hands on his shoulders, slowly coming out of that cozy trance like state you’ve been in together.

“Okay,” you start, “let’s split up. I’ll check on Carlos, you can check on Gina, and I’ll have Ashlyn check on EJ cause they’re cousins.” 

He agrees, hit with a sudden wave of nerves about the confrontation. You can sense his hesitation.

“What should I say?” he asks, with a chuckle. He’d told you about how he warned Gina about EJ earlier in the evening, which you had agreed was totally the right move. He told you how she seemed irritable after the interaction, and wondered if he’d done anything wrong, if he could have handled it better. “I don’t think so”, you had said with a sad shrug, “some people just refuse to acknowledge the person they’re dating is kind of shitty.” 

You’re right, he realized, now ready to approach this with more compassion and less confrontation. You think for a second, then reply.

“You can apologize if what you said before came off wrong, that you didn’t mean anything bad by it.” 

“Okay,” he nods.

“And try to relate to her - you’re new to theatre, she’s new to east high, you gotta stick together, you know?”

“Right.” 

You send him a thumbs up as you part ways, looking for Carlos. After chatting with Carlos, he left to get some water. You see Ricky approaching you through the crowd, and stand up from your table, meeting him halfway.

“How’d it go?” you ask. He seems hesitant.

“She asked for a ride home.” Your eyes go wide with understanding. He knew you’d get what’s going on, you always know just what to do. 

“Oh, dude, the last thing she probably wants right now is to get in a car with EJ.” Ricky thinks that’s the last thing anyone would want. “If you want you can give her a ride, then come back and we can keep dancing.” He smiles, and agrees. Any plan that ends with dancing with you more sounds like a good plan to him. You quickly fill him in on how things are going with the Carlos/Seb situation in spite of its anticlimactic nature - no one can get a hold of Seb, and Carlos is really, really regretting this whole thing. You and Ashlyn are going to try and hype him up and turn the night around for him so it’s not a totally horrible memory to look back on, and Ricky agrees that’s a good plan. 

“I’ll be back really soon so I can help you guys out,” he says, hoping to extend the conversation a little, to stand close to you and talk confidentially with you just a little more. You smile, looking relieved at his support, and it makes his heart flutter. You touch his arm, sending him a knowing look.

“We need all the help we can get, so thank you.” you state with a chuckle. He tries not to be obvious, but he knows he can’t hide his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. He hopes you don’t notice. 

You really didn’t expect to be the glue holding everyone together tonight, but you love your friends, so you’re not complaining. After a lengthy conversation with Carlos about how amazing he is regardless of who he is or isn’t seeing, and that there will be so many guys throwing themselves at him after high school, you finally get him out of his funk a little. You were about to go dance together and have a good time, because he shouldn’t let anything ruin his homecoming, when Natalie scurried over to you holding the side of her dress. 

“It snagged on the back of a chair and my whole leg is out, Angelina Jolie style.” She says in a rush, clearly getting more freaked out. You and Carlos share a look.

“It’s okay,” you say gently, “I have a sewing kit in my bag and I can have you fixed up in two minutes flat.” You look over at Carlos again, making sure he’ll be okay. He confirms silently, nudging you two towards the doors. 

“You go fix this wardrobe malfunction,” he says, already trying to pull out of the funk he’d been stuck in all night, “I’m going to warm up the dance floor. When you get back, get ready to dance your heart out.” 

He’s not all the way there, but he’s trying. You both agree, and you send him one last encouraging look before moving carefully to the hallway, trying not to let Natalie’s dress rip any more than it already is. You look back one last time as you pass through the doors, and finally, Carlos is out on the dance floor. You smile, excited to dance with him once you get back.

“God, I wish I had my hamster right now…” Natalie mutters, and you know if she needs her emotional support hamster, it’s pretty bad. 

A few minutes later, you have your sewing kit and Natalie’s dress is back to its former glory. She has on a fresh coat of lip gloss, just finished showing you pictures of her hamster, and is ready to head back out. You stay behind to touch up your makeup a little, telling her you’ll be right behind her.  As you’re walking back out, someone turns the corner at the other end of the hallway. You freeze in place, eyes growing wide as they land on none other than Seb. He smiles nervously, raising a hand to wave at you. Before he can, you let out a shocked squeak, scurrying back into the gym. His heart sinks. He hopes you don’t hate him, and he’s really worried Carlos is going to. 

When you enter, you see Carlos dancing his heart out. You don’t have time to be relieved, weaving your way through the crowd to Mr. Mazzara. You slam your hands on the table, avoiding the sound and light equipment he’s managing. 

“Mr. Mazzara!” He looks up at you, startled, as you begin to explain in a rush. He looks at you, a pleading puppy dog look written on your face, and sighs. 

“I suppose that’s fine…” he says, making a few adjustments to the switch board in front of him. 

“Thank you!” you say quietly, before running onto the dance floor. Carlos is finally in his element. He dances beautifully to the music, free and expressive. Right when the beat drops, a circle of spotlights go up. One lands on him, the other lands across the room on Seb, and they lock eyes in a moment that can only be described as magical. Ashlyn looks at the scene, straight out of a movie, then over to you. You high five her. 

“Nice!” she whispers. You can see it between them, the energy, the chemistry, the electricity. You look at Ashlyn, nodding toward your table. You both sit down, giving them some time to talk and catch up. You try to be subtle as you watch them talk, not close enough to eavesdrop, but watching their expressions, gaging how it's going. They're smiling, then they're laughing, and soon they're dancing together. It's going well, you think. You can't wait for Carlos to fill you in later. 

Sitting in Gina's driveway, a surprisingly more comfortable energy in the air than either of them had expected, Ricky tries to think of how to say what he wants to say. 

"Not quite the evil mansion with wrought-iron and gargoyles you were picturing?" She asks, a hopeful playfulness to her voice. She almost sounds nervous. 

"What? No…" he says. The comment takes him by surprise, snapping him back to attention. "...Well maybe some gargoyles." His joking tone and comforting energy has her giggling. She doesn't remember the last time she giggled. She feels his eyes on her, and tries not to look over at him. She does anyway. 

"You're not that bad, you know." He muses. She tries to control her breathing. She doesn't say anything. 

"Also," he continues, looking back over at the windshield, "I should thank you for that night at the skatepark, keeping me in the show. It means a lot, it's… a really big deal to me." He looks up and left at the top of the car window, mind already wandering about how if he had quit, he never would have gotten close to you like this, never would have fallen in… your arms the way he had that night. He can't imagine you not being in his life, and he has Gina to thank in part for that. He feels a sense of gratitude blooming for her. They talk a little more, and the feeling grows; Gina really is not that bad. He can feel a friendly bond growing between them, a sense of comradery. 

"So… now is probably a good time to ask about the whole drink thing," he starts with a chuckle. She ducks her head, equal parts embarrassed at her actions, and that he saw her at such a low moment. She lets out a sigh. The gesture reminds him of something you might do. He thinks you two would be good friends. He’s already imagining what you’ll say when he fills you in on all this, he’s excited to get your opinion. 

“...My mom moves around a lot for work. Like, a lot…” 

Once she starts, she can’t stop, and it’s not long before she’s unintentionally spilled her guts and her life story to him. She wishes she could stop talking, but it’s like she totally lost her filter with him. She’s always been so reserved, so calculated, and now she doesn’t even have time to think before the words are already spilling out. It’s a new feeling, being so candid with someone, and an unsettling one. 

She risks a glance over at Ricky, who’s just… listening to her. Taking in what she says. That somehow makes her more nervous than if he’d just ignored her or told her to shut up already. She wishes someone would tell her to shut up, she wishes she could. She finally gets to the end of her never ending stream of consciousness, and she’s stunned as they sit in the silence, Ricky really absorbing her words, her feelings. He reaches over and grabs her hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze before letting go - a mannerism he picked up from you. Heat floods her chest, prickly and almost painful, hyper aware of where his skin just touched hers.

“You know, you-” She’ll never know what he was going to say, his words are cut short by the porch lights flashing through the windshield. Gina’s stomach sinks. She doesn’t want to go inside yet. She doesn’t want this moment to be over, but she has to listen to her mom. She reaches for the door, then hesitates. She turns back to Ricky, desperate to try one more time, to put herself out there, to plant some roots. 

“I meant what I said at the skate park… about you having your own style.” 

He smiles, looking down with a breathy chuckle. His leg is bouncing slightly, he can’t wait to get back to school and dance with you more, spend the rest of this magical night with you. 

“Thank you, that’s-” He’s cut off again, this time by the kiss Gina presses to his cheek. She’s out of the car and inside before he can look at her face. She holds her coat tight around her against the chilly rain beginning to drizzle down, and a second later, the front door closes and she’s inside.He lets out another chuckle, different this time. ‘That was weird.’ He thinks. He barely has the thought before his stomach drops, a sick, cold fear clutching him. What if you find out Gina kissed him? What if you find out and you hate him, what if he breaks your heart into a million pieces without trying? Or worse, what if you lose interest in him because you think he likes Gina? He can feel himself panicking at the idea, unable to stop the onslaught of all too real feeling anxieties wracking his mind, creating a pit in his stomach as he peels out of the driveway and makes his way back to school. 

No, no, that’s not going to happen. He’s not going to lose you because he’s not able to express how much he cares about you. He’s not going to let that happen. Trying to hold this panic at bay, he pulls out his phone as he walks through the parking lot towards the school again. How to show someone you love them. He types the words into google, skimming article titles, reddit threads, quora responses, until he finds himself at the gym doors. He sees you across the room, dancing in a group with Carlos, Ashlyn, Natalie, and Seb. ‘Oh, Seb’s here. That’s good,’ he thinks, a momentary relief that at least one or two fires had been put out tonight. He spots Big Red on the opposite side of the room, and makes his way over to him carefully, trying not to be seen by you. He can’t be around you until he figures this out, he can’t hurt you like this. 

Ricky approaches Big Red with an intense energy he has trouble reading, before Ricky starts to speak. 

“Dude,” he says, voice intense and hushed, “Gina kissed me on the cheek.” 

“That’s great!” 

“No, it’s not!” Ricky says, clearly very frazzled. Okay, that’s where this is going. 

“That’s awful!” Red course corrects as Ricky fills him in on the car ride with Gina. As he tells Red everything that happened, Ricky finds himself kind of hating Gina right now. Why would she do this to him, why would she put him in this position? Does she hate him or something? He thinks she must, there’s no other reason for her to sabotage his relationship with you like this. She must hate him if she’s trying to ruin the most important thing in his life. 

“Listen, I really, really like her…” his eyes keep flicking over to you, gaze magnetized by your presence, “like, a lot. How can I make sure I don’t fuck this up? Because I can not fuck up with her.”

“Woah, man,” Red starts, trying to help Ricky ground himself a little, “chill out. In all fairness, cheek kisses can be platonic.” 

“Right,” Ricky nods, starting to feel assured, and Red continues. 

“So, if Gina wants to date you when you’re… kind of seeing someone, she has to make that more clear to you.”

“Right.” Ricky states, agreeing. He really hopes she doesn’t. 

“I think you’re okay,” Red says, sensing his energy changing already, “just make sure she knows how much you like her. Make it really, objectively obvious.” 

Yeah. He just has to make it obvious. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” he says to Red, his eyes locked on you as you laugh at something Carlos says, making his stomach twist and tingle, “I just have to make sure she knows how much… I like her.” 

Red watches him make his way over to you, a spring in his step and a plan in his mind. Thank god for Dr. Phil, Red thinks, or else there’s no way he’d be able to help his friends navigate all their drama. He chuckles at the thought, watching Ashlyn fix the strap of your dress. 

Ricky checks his phone one more time on the way over, looking over a chart of love languages one more time. He’s not sure what your love language is, so he’ll just have to try all of them and see what you seem to like best. Gift giving and acts of service aren’t really options right now, so tonight he’ll focus on words of affirmation, physical touch, and quality time. If he has to drown you in all five love languages at once to make sure you know how he feels about you, he will. 

“Hey,” he starts, watching your reaction nervously, scared you somehow already hate him. You turn around at the sound of his voice, eyes lighting up. 

“Hey!” you smile, “You’re back!” you grab his arm, pulling him in closer to the group. 

“Seb’s here,” you say, and he smiles, relieved at your reaction. 

“Hey, man,” he smiles. 

“Fill me in later,” you say quietly, referring to giving Gina a ride, and he nods, a little bit ready to forget the whole thing. 

Now that all the drama, wardrobe malfunctions, and late entrances are out of the way, you and what remains of your friends spend the rest of the night like you intended; dancing, laughing, and taking great pictures together. Later on into the night, everyone’s just about had their fill of fun and the party starts winding down. You split up, most of your friends piling into the Salt Lake slices delivery van so Red can drop them off. After some more hugs and laughs, you finally part ways, climbing into the passenger seat of his orange Volkswagen Beetle. 

His heart is thumping as you grab his hand and squeeze it a little once you’re on your way back to his house, causing a fresh wave of heat to rise to his face, and god he's nervous right now. His mind is still screaming at him that you're going to hate him, that he has to prove his feelings to you. He lets out a small little laugh at the gesture. 

“Well,” you start, tired from the night, but thriving off the energy between you, “that could have gone way worse…” 

“Yeah,” he laughs, nodding in agreement. You talk for the whole drive back to his place. You’d planned on staying over tonight since Ricky was driving and you figured it would be late, plus your mom’s car is at the mechanic so she’s using yours until some time tomorrow. You exchange sleepy chuckles as he parks. He checks his phone one more time as you leave the car, opening an article of women submitting stories about how they knew a guy loved them in a new tab. He sees a text from his dad - the date went well, he hopes Ricky and you had a good time at homecoming, and he’s going to bed so try to keep the noise down when you get back. 

“My dad’s asleep,” he says softly, unlocking the door. He guides you inside, hand resting low on your back, and closes the door quietly behind him. Walking quietly from his foyer to his room shouldn’t have been a problem, but standing in the darkness with Ricky, you both suddenly find it hard not to start giggling. Hushing each other, you quickly sneak up the stairs past Mr. Bowen’s room, down the hall to Ricky’s room. He barely closes the door and flicks the lock closed before dissolving into giggles. You kick off your heels, glad to finally take them off, and grab a makeup wipe from your bag. He digs through his clothes for a second before handing you a big t-shirt to sleep in. 

“Thanks,” you say, throwing away the makeup wipes. He gazes at you, watching you transition from formal and made up to casual and comfortable, your beauty unwavering. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone as pretty as you before. You watch him take off his jacket and tie, and undo the first button or two of his shirt. The action sends butterflies to your stomach and heat to your core. You glance away. You stand up, seeing if you can reach the zipper of your dress. Before you can ask, you feel Ricky behind you. 

“Need some help with that?” He asks, closer to your ear than you’d expected and resting his hands on your waist. You both chuckle.

“Yeah,” you state, voice low and soft. He moves slowly, unzipping the back of your dress, careful not to snag the delicate fabric. You feel the bodice loosen around you, the end of the zipper stopping at the small of your back. He doesn’t move away. You can feel his breath fan over your shoulder, hand still resting on your waist. 

His face is so close to yours, and he mutters your name softly before pressing a kiss to your jawline, then another and another. He moves down, burying his face in your neck as he continues to press hot, open mouthed kisses against your skin. He breathes in your perfume, peachy and sweet and intoxicating. He nips at your neck causing you to gasp, his hands moving below the draping fabric and directly onto your warm skin. You sigh at the contact. He pulls you closer to him, holding you tight as he sucks on your neck. Your dress is slipping off your shoulders, barely on at all anymore, as he begins to feel you up, touching you and caressing you so tenderly. 

“Ricky,” you sigh. Your voice sounds so pretty when you’re like this. 

“God, I-” he breathes, barely catching the words before they’re out. He lets out a nervous laugh, causing you to giggle in his grasp. He shushes you through his own laughter, his hands never ceasing the way they rome over your body. 

"We have to be quiet," he says, turning you around in his arms, pressing himself up against you, trying so, so hard not to kiss you yet. 

"I can be quiet…" you state, a jokingly incredulous tone in your voice. You stare each other down, and he tries not to break first, tries not to smile or laugh, but god, it’s impossible not to smile when he looks at you. Before he can crack, before he loses all composure and bares his soul for you, places his heart eternally in your hands to do as you please with, he pivots. 

"Yeah?" He asks, and you feel the energy change, growing electric between you. "Is that a challenge?"

His tone is dangerous and he watches your eyes get wide. A second later he has you pinned against his mattress, pressing playful nips and kisses against your skin as muffled giggles and sighs escape your pretty mouth. His hands move down, grabbing your exposed skin as he kisses you harder and harder, riling the both of you up. You tear off the little remaining clothes either of you has on and he begins to roll his hips against you, grinding his hot, throbbing member against your heat. You let out a breathy moan, louder than before, as he continues to rock his hips against yours. 

“That wasn’t very quiet,” he murmurs into your ear between kisses to your cheek and jawline. Your chest vibrates against his, and a wave of relief washes through him. You don’t hate him. He loves that feeling he gets when he makes you laugh, he wants to make you do it again. 

“I can stay quiet,” you insist, already swept away by his touch, distracted by the warm kisses and bites he’s planting on your neck and chest. You’re even more distracted by the feeling of his fingers making their way down, brushing against your clit as they come into contact with the arousal dripping down your folds. He smiles, realizing if he can get you this turned on, this touchy, you must like him. He pushes his fingers in, finally met again with the cathartic feeling of your cushy, bumpy walls squeezing and folding around him. Arousal gushes, dripping down his fingers as he begins to stimulate the tight, sensitive muscles stretching around his fingers. He dwells on the feeling for a moment, maybe two, before you’re moaning again. It makes him laugh. 

“I sure hope you can,” he says, another dangerously playful look on his face, “cause if you get too loud…” He watches you for a split second, hanging on his words, anticipation written across your face, “I’m gonna stop.” 

Your stomach flip flops, exploding with butterflies at his words. Before you can look at his face, before you can gauge how serious he is about following through on his threat, his lips are on yours again. He kisses you, mouth open, tongue already prodding into your mouth. You’re lucky, you think, that he’s unintentionally muffling your noises with his mouth. You’re really lucky, because he quickly finds your g-spot, and there are a couple moans you couldn’t hold back if your life depended on it.

Every sigh, every gasp, every beautiful heart pounding moan Ricky elicits from you sends a fresh wave of relief and reassurance through him. You don’t hate him, and you’re not going to. You could never when he’s this good, this devoted to you. It’s impossible for him not to be when you’re so good to him. You’re so responsive to his touch, you’re totally on the same wavelength. 

You must know what he’s telling you through his actions, through the way he looks at you, the words he’s had to bite back from spilling out more than once. You wouldn’t be dripping down his fingers and moaning into his mouth and grabbing at him like this, you wouldn’t be in his bed if you didn’t feel the way he does about you - or even something close to it. He’ll happily take whatever you want to give him. Of course he wants it all, he wants to completely take over your heart, but just a little bit will keep him happy until he can.

“Right there,” you whine against his lips, “fuck, just like that… feels so good…” you mutter. 

‘See?’ he thinks, ‘You don’t say stuff like that if you don’t like someone a lot, much less moan it…’ 

It’s working. His plan to not lose you is working, he just has to make you cum so hard you can’t think straight, as many times as possible. And he’s going to, because there’s no way he can risk losing you. So he brings up his thumb, rubbing it over your clit as he curls his fingers against your gummy walls. It’s euphoric and overwhelming, and you barely have time to tug his hair before you’re cumming and pulsing around his fingers. 

You squeeze and clamp tight around him, and he can’t resist anymore. He needs his tongue inside you, he needs to taste you, feel you squeeze his tongue and cream into his mouth. So he pulls away, already missing the feeling of your mouths against each other, and gazes at you, breath fanning across your cheeks, eyes locked. He takes you in, thumb caressing your cheek while the other continues to fondle your clit. After a moment he’s able to break his gaze away, and he moves down, pushing your legs open. You heart thumps in your chest in anticipation as he begins to lick and suck on your heat, tongue flicking into your drippy hole. 

As soon as he gets a taste, he wants more. He stretches out his tongue, going to town on your cunt. Every sigh and tug of his hair, every attempt to muffle your moans makes him more eager to have you gush your sweet sticky cum all over him. This time he has some experience, and he’s making the most of it. He finds those spots inside you that make your eyes roll back, switching between them, bumping his nose against your clit, drawing stifled moan after stifled moan from you. One slips out, for real this time, and he pauses. It takes all his willpower; your scent is intoxicating and your taste is addictive, but the look on your face when you realize he’s standing by what he said is totally worth it. 

“I told you,” he murmurs against your core, the vibrations and tone of his voice sending electricity through you, “we have to be quiet…” Your hand is clamped over your mouth, and you nod. Your timing couldn’t be better, because you don’t have time to finish the gesture before he dives back in. After that, it doesn’t take much to send you over the edge. 

You give him everything he’s wanted all night, squeezing and gushing all over him while he laps up everything, holding down your hips while he shoves his tongue deeper inside you. It’s always surprising how far inside you he’s able to get it. You whine and moan, choking out praise as he already begins building up another high. He’s throbbing, desperate for anything you’ll give him, and he wants to make you say more shit like that. He wants to be good for you. 

“Oh god- fuck, Ricky!” you choke out in a whisper, one hand tangled in his hair, the other clamped over your mouth. You’re already close again, he can feel it. He knew this would work. He knew he could prove to you how much you mean to him. He doubles his efforts, squeezing your thighs and grinding his face against your pussy, still dripping from the last times he made you cum. His eyes are half lidded and locked on you, watching your face, the way you squirm below his touch, the way your tits bounce with every movement. You’re not sure how long it is until he has you absolutely gushing and convulsing around his tongue again, but every moment is filled with ecstasy. 

“Fuck you’re good at that…” you murmur, hand now playing with his hair instead of pulling it. “You’re one of the good ones, huh?” 

You probably could have knocked him out with a feather. Your words reverberate in his mind, and his cheeks flush. One of the good ones. Yeah. 

He’s throbbing harder than before, almost painfully turned on. He climbs back up over you, but before he can reach into his nightstand for a condom, you flip him over, straddling him. You look down at him with those beautiful eyes that hold every star in the night sky, biting your lip in that endearing way of yours. Your hands are warm on his shoulders, and he’s stunned at the suddenness of your action, and really eager to see where you’re going with this. He could watch you like this for hours, freezing this moment in time forever, eternally content with you, the way you touch him and look at him. You lean down closer to him, breath tickling his cheeks. 

“My turn.” 

You smile, the words coming out in a hushed giggle. Before he can blink, you’re grabbing his rock hard cock, squeezing it in your hands and teasing the tip as you spread around the precum already dripping down the side. He watches you, eyes wide and excited as you open your mouth, wrapping your lips around him. Your mouth is velvety soft, warm and wet, and he has to try not to cum on the spot. You pump the base of his cock, taking more of him in your mouth, and he tries not to buck his hips. He tries so hard not to move at all, tries to be good for you while you work your magic on him. He lets out a long, low moan. Suddenly you freeze, popping your lips off with a small wet noise as you look up at him. 

“Stay quiet or I stop…” you tease, throwing his own conditions back at him. He nods, panting at your words. “Good boy.” You murmur under your breath, but he definitely hears. Good boy. He can feel the oxytocin flooding his brain, and you barely get your lips around him and start bobbing your head before he feels it.

“I’m close,” he chokes out, and you look up at him. He watches a smirk appear at the corners of your eyes before you drag your tongue along the bottom of his cock. It’s more than enough, and he watches in utter awe as he shoots his load into your mouth, and you swallow all of it. The sight is enough to have him throbbing again. He bites back more moans, desperate for you to keep going, for you to call him a good boy again. You bob your head along his length, tongue dragging along the vein on the underside of his cock. 

One hand comes down to fondle his balls, and a choked moan slips out. He never knew he could feel this good. He never knew one person could make him like this. You continue to lick and suck, squeeze and pump and rub, and soon he’s fighting another orgasm, hoping to bask in the feeling of your mouth around him for just a little longer. His prayers are in vain, he realizes, as he shoots another load of sticky, salty cum into your mouth. You have no trouble taking this one either. You continue to suck and lick, riding out the last of his high, before finally releasing him with a soft pop. 

Thoroughly fucked out, he watches you climb up next to him, awestruck. You grab a blanket, pulling it over the both of you, and moving his face to press a few more kisses to his lips. Your tastes mingle as your tongues connect, and Ricky doesn’t think he’s ever tasted something that delicious. He wants more of it. It’s only when you eventually pull away that your eyes land on the clock behind him. 

“Christ, it’s late,” you murmur. You blink heavily, Ricky mirroring the action, and you trace your thumb over his cheek, just looking at him a little longer. You tug the blanket up a little higher, snuggling up next to him. He holds you close on instinct, still trying to process everything that happened tonight in spite of how exhausted he is. It hits him suddenly, and he struggles to stay awake so he can appreciate the kiss you press to his jaw, the warm feeling of your hand on his chest.

He tries so hard to stay awake, to look at you for a little while, because no amount of time with you feels like enough. He refuses to acknowledge the heavy way he blinks and squeezes his eyes, trying to force them to focus on you, but he can feel himself losing the fight against the deep sleep he’s about to slip into. This night was a success, he thinks. He did a good job.

Late morning sunlight streams through his window, finally dragging Ricky back into the waking world. He looks over, missing your presence, and finds his bed empty. As he rolls over, he’s struck by the sweet, intoxicating scent of your peachy perfume. It’s all over his pillow, his sheets, his blankets. His whole room smells faintly of your scent. He buries his nose in the pillow where you’d slept, breathing it in, taking him right back to last night. 

Eventually, he checks his phone. It’s later than he’d expected, but he’s greeted with a text from you, bringing an immediate, even bigger smile to his face. 

He sighs, lovestruck. He doesn’t want to get out of bed, doesn’t want the scent of your perfume to fade. He just wants to bask in it. 

#ricky bowen smut #hsmtmts ricky #ricky bowen x reader #ricky bowen imagine #ricky hsmtmts #ricky bowen #hsmtmts imagine #hsmtmts smut #hsmtmts #rocks at your window #also your moms pfp is lorelai gilmore cause shes cool not bc its a face claim or smth #yk

[ffsg0jo]

- a o t c h a r a c t e r s a s t r o p e s -

aot characters x tropes [reiner,, annie,, zeke,, porco,, pieck,, colt]

WARNINGS: following/stalking,, reference to sex,,   -- masterlist

a/n: you already know the drill. the hold this idea has on me i stg, it's peak. anyways this is the last part, thank god :))

part 1,, part 2,, part 3

REINER : forbidden love - you're his psychologist and he's your client. you two are part of rival schools and he rescues you from a douchebag and he's like ill take you to school every single day. typical wattpad romance.

it’s like modern day romeo and juliet tbh but instead of families it’s school. your schools have always been at each others throats. its dated back to a rivalry founded hundreds of years ago. there’s constant fights breaking out between your schools and even the headteachers are involved.

they absolutely despise each other. one day, when you’re walking home after class, in the dark, you can sense someone following you. creeped out, and wanting to go home you decide to take a shortcut. obviously that doesnt work out because now you’re lost and you dont know what to do.

you try and look for someone to ask for help but all you see is a group of people, underneath the streetlight smoking. you decide to take a chance and go towards them. immediately a boy with blonde hair and a slight beard sees your state and the guy following you and recognises what's happening. he calls you over, like you’re his friend and put his arm around you. 

the guy following you sees the stares he’s getting from the group of people and decides to walk away. i honestly could write a fic about this and i actually might. but just imagine romeo and juliet, but without the marriage and tragic ending. also there’s a maassiveeee fight between boyfriend reiner and ex eren. it’s great.     

ANNIE : friends to lovers - you were introduced to annie through pieck and you thought she was cool and wanted to hang out more with each other. and one thing led to another and now you're married :)

you and pieck were good friends having went to primary and secondary school together. so when she introduces you to her other friends you feel happy, like you’ve levelled up your relationship stats in a game or something. you’ve met everyone, except annie and they’re a nice bunch, and you decided to hang out with them more.

the next time you hang out, it’s a small party with just you guys and that’s where you meet annie. she seemed different from the rest and you really liked her company. believe it or not but you guys literally spent the whole time talking to each other and you exchanged numbers by the end of it.

from then on you two magically started bumping into one another more, by some sort of miracle. it’s like the world was trying to push you two together by making you meet more often. and of course, naturally this led you two to hang out more, without the others present. you’d get coffee together before classes, work in the library and have lunch together as well.

you eventually caught feelings for annie and decided to just go for it and ask her out. the worst that could happen was her saying no. so one day over coffee you asked her if you could maybe grab lunch sometimes and she was like sure, just tell me when. and you’re like no, as a date. and annie stops mid sip and she looks at you with a little blush and nods her head and says sure again.  

ZEKE : office romance - you and zeke work together and just casually flirt, nothing serious. but then you two actually start falling for each other and find yourself missing each other when you’re off work

on the first day of your job, zeke was the first person you met. and he was nothing but kind and welcoming, making you feel at ease jn the new environment. he knew what it was like to be the new person, so he invited you to have lunch with him and a few others to introduce you and get you started.

it became routine between the two of you and as you got more comfortable you both started joking around more and teasing each other and also occasionally flirting. he essentially became your work husband.

he’d purposefully take the long route when going to the break room just so he can walk past your desk and lean against the table and flirt with you and talk to you a little. and on the way back he drops off a freshly made coffee at your desk with a wink. 

this is making me wish i worked in a corporate office job with zeke goddamnit. 

anyways, you guys actually become good friends outside of work, going to get drinks together with his friends from high school and literally everyone sees the way he looks at you and thinks you’re perfect for each other. he even took you home once when he found out you weren’t doing anything for the holidays and his step mum, my baby carla loves you.

you also realised that good looks run in the family because holy moly they’re all so good looking. if carla wasn’t married, you defo would've hit on her more because she’s a milf and a half. you also met his half brother eren, who is, you know. hot af. it was actually eren that told you how much zeke liked you and how great of a couple you and zeke would make. 

he regrets telling you because for the next couple of days he hears banging and thumping coming from the bedroom on top of his, which just so happens to belong to zeke.   

PORCO : exes to lovers - with porco it was right person wrong time. you both weren't mentally ready or in the right space for a relationship and decided to break it off despite loving each other. but a couple of year later, when you returned for one of your mutual friends wedding, you find yourself looking at porco, and wishing it was you and him at the altar instead.

you and porco first got together when you were in high school together, and while your relationship seemed perfect, the both of you were under extreme pressure to perform well academically and make your families proud. with the added commitment of a relationship you both mutually decided to break up, thinking it was unfair to chain each other to a relationship neither could commit to fully.

that didn't mean you didn't love each other though. porco truly was the only person for you and the same for him. for the rest of high school neither of you dated, and when you got to university, you only had flings. nothing more. not a day went by without you thinking about porco.

after you’ve graduated and settled in to your new job, you receive an invite to a wedding, finding out one of yours and porco’s friends are getting married. immediately you respond saying of course you’ll attend! you’d be stupid not to. 

you arrive at the venue on the day when all of a sudden you bump into someone and as you look up and go to apologise you realise it’s porco. you let out a small gasp and appreciate the way he’s matured over the years and turned into a muscular, strong man. sis had a glow up frr

you both felt your love for each other rush back to you and you fell in love with porco once again. just as your about to say something you’re both ushered into your seats, with the ceremony about to begin.

during the exchanging of the vows you catch porco staring at you and you both wonder what would've been if you had stayed together all those years ago. would you and porco have been at the altar, exchanging vows and proclaiming your undying love for each other? still staring at him you smile, making a mental not to talk to him at the reception, to see if he was still single. 

PIECK : strangers to friends to lovers - i love pieck. with her it’s just a steady and gradual development into a beautiful relationship

i feel like ive repeated some of these but pieck just strikes me as a very dependable and safe person. she has really comforting vibes and is just someone you grow to love more and more, the more you get to know her.

everything about pieck is a nice surprise, like wow she has cats, could she even become any more perfect. the answer is yes, yes she can.

the two of you take things really slow and you kinda just let things happen and progress naturally instead of forcing it. you both know that if its meant to be then it will, and you both strongly feel as though you're eachother's 'one'.

just being with pieck is good vibes. she's so loving but teasing at the same time. she'll tease you and watch you get all flustered with a smirk on her face. she's hot af.

unrelated but do you guys remember when the jean x pieck ship was starting to gain more traction. that was actually amazing now that I think about it. i don't personally ship it but I can see why other people would. its cute.

COLT : brothers babysitter to lovers - i feel like im making some of these tropes up but it makes sense to me, let me just explain it.

your parents were always friendly with colt's so when your parents heard they needed a baby sitter for their cute little toddler falco, your parents offered to ask you if you'd be willing to do it.

having met the Grice's a couple of times and being familiar with them you agreed saying why not. you loved baby sitting, especially when they were calm kids like falco.

so you go over to their house and knock on the door and a guy thats around your age with blonde hair opens the door for you, with a little miniature version of him standing behind his legs. you recognised flaco but you no idea who this man was. luckily mrs grice saw you though and ushered you inside.

she quickly introduced him as colt, falco's older brother, who is visiting for the holidays, and then thanks you for agreeing to babysit falco and tells you to make yourself at home and feel free to take anything from the fridge.

she rushes out of the house with her husband, leaving you with colt and falco. colt, being the gentleman that he is offers to show you around the house and also shows you the emergency exits and stuff just in case something happens.

he ends up leaving to go out to see his friends and that leaves you alone with falco, who is just the most well behaved, good mannered child in the world. he's such a pleasure to look after and barely causes any trouble.

colt starts hearing more about you through falco who absolutely loves you. he thinks you're the best baby sitter in the world and even calls refers to you as his older sister. colt finds himself developing a crush on you and its falco that pushes him and encourages him to ask you out.

falco is adamant that you like colt as much as colt likes you, expecially since you're always asking about his older brother, and if he'll be coming home anytime soon. its cute <33

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Reverse Bang 2023 Masterpost (part 1)

Death by a Thousand Cuts

After Nathalie’s health began to deteriorate due to the use of the miraculous. She found herself stuck in another dimension…

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The King's Guard

The Kingdom of Lapia is strong and unshakable, just like its monarch. But under the surface, King Gabriel is consumed with grief. He masks it well, but this cold demeanor distances him from his son, leaving it Captain Nathalie’s job to bring them back together. Having known the king since childhood, this should’ve been an easy task for the captain of the royal guard. But will the growing threat of the Akumas -a magic-wielding group they’d both cut ties with- make it impossible? Or could this be what reunites the royal family, and, perhaps, reveal buried feelings? Though surely in this society, a knight could never love her king.

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Of Crisp Days and Crispier Cakes

Gabriel wants to not be sick. Adrien wants to make a cake. Nathalie wants a chill birthday. Maybe they can help each other. Maybe it’ll be a disaster.

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Painful Circumstances

As Nathalie’s illness caused by the broken peacock miraculous becomes worse, Gabriel realizes the lengths he is willing to go to for her and just how much she means to him. “It all began with a cough. It was barely a tickle at the back of her throat, one that could go mostly ignored as Nathalie went about her daily life. She didn’t think too much about it at first, believing that in a few days, it would pass. However, when it didn’t and instead only got worse, she still tried to ignore it. She had been doing so well lately, only having the occasional coughing fit. She was even able to walk about the Agreste manor with relative ease, although the robotic back and leg support Gabriel gave her definitely helped with that. But as the days turned into weeks, Nathalie couldn’t ignore the cough any longer. It was persistent, wracking her body with each hacking spasm. She tried to hide it from those around her, not wanting to worry Gabriel or Adrien, but eventually, it became too much for even her to bear.”

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La Nuit Blanche Sur Paris

During the White Night in Paris, the city is filled with art and the Agreste family will take the opportunity to analyze the past year and plan for the future. Together.

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The Ice Queen and the Tailor

When a simple tailor loses his beloved fiancée in an unnatural frost, only the mysterious Ice Queen can help resurrect her. But the cost to the tailor-and the Ice Queen-may be far higher than either of them realize.

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Mayura Blanc

Nathalie decides to have a discussion with Gabriel about his actions as Shadow Moth, leading to a series of events that cascade into a new villain, one more powerful than any other: Mayura Blanc. Hawk Moth and Chat Noir are sent by Bunnix into a world that has been ravaged by a destruction that neither of them understand, but slowly start to comprehend as they travel the wasteland.

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The Monster Inside Us

What if Gabriel’s cataclysmed arm reawakened broken magic inside Nathalie from her time with the peacock miraculous? Now they’re both running on stolen time as their curses feed off each other. With the damage spreading through Gabriel’s body and Nathalie’s transformation into a Mayura-like creature, will they find a way to save each another?

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A Wavering Conviction

As Gabriel gets closer to accomplishing his goal of bringing Emilie back to life, he begins to have second thoughts. Being Monarch is no longer as appealing to Gabriel as it once was, no matter how much power he has. Instead of denying these feelings, Gabriel instead wants to face them. With the help of Nathalie and the pig miraculous, Gabriel goes on a mission to uncover his true feelings and the reason behind them.

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On Ice

Gabriel wants to go ice skating for the first time after his wife’s death. but he doesn’t want to go alone, so he comes up with an impractical yet effective solution and needs Nathalie’s help.

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As We Fall

A crazed supervillain running around Paris? It’s the new general experience. But dreaming of falling to her death, and with her boss of all people? That’s a little further from normal than Nathalie likes.

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After Irritation Do Us Start

It was the most difficult decision of his life, but Gabriel did it. He let go of Hawk Moth. He moved on from Emilie. Now, all he wants is to enjoy life with his son and new wife. Unfortunately, a certain nephew of his seems to be determined to unearth what Gabriel needs to remain buried.

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three minutes till dawn

Outside, the evening sky glowed with the yellow light of the full moon, spilling over a canvas of black. The light illuminated the room through the skylight above the goddess’ head. It looked as if it were a spotlight made just for her. Or: Devotion was the only thing Gabriel had. Until it wasn’t.

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The Time Between Us

Nathalie Sancoeur never thought she would find two magical jewels while exploring an abandoned Tibetan temple with her boss, Gabriel Agreste, now imagine her surprise when she also got to see fragments of her future and the people in it. Will she want to change what she saw or will she accept her miraculously tragic fate?

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Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Nathalie doesn’t understand how it’s come to this. Technically she knows the entire sequence of events; how she’d been stuck as Mayura and then caught by the heroes. It’s just the part in which she’d ended up marrying Gabriel Agreste still makes no sense.

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Osiris Was Heralded by the Stars (You Were Raised by Them)

Nathalie Sancoeur— a long suffering artefact hunter turned talent agent— has always taken her career very seriously. Gabriel Agreste, on the other hand (a has-been singer with an odd penchant for fashion), relies almost entirely on the drive of other people to begin aspiring for greatness— leaving his few genuine prospects out to dry. This, surprisingly, is a very good combination. (In an emergency, at least— it’s not like she had any other choice.)

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A Melancholic Masquerade

Stuck at one of the parties of Paris’ most exclusive club as Gabriel’s…something Nathalie Sancouer is doing her best to get through the night despite the people, the gossip, and worst of all her own feelings.

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Is She The Reason?

The wealthy and popular Gabriel Agreste is struggling with his project for the upcoming art competition at his university. He knows the perfect person to help him, Nathalie Sancoeur, an artist whose work he admires. Gabriel wants her assistance, but there’s an issue; Nathalie can’t stand him.

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To Cry for the Moon Part 3 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)

Author's Note: Here is part 3 for you. I do not have dissociative identity disorder (DID) This is a fictional depiction of DID & characters are based on the Marvel/Disney's Moon Knight series. I own nothing. The story idea by @jupitersmoon167 (the original post I saw is here!)

Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV. Italics are the reflected alter talking.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Tagged: @rosaren2498, @yuugenmomo

Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader (It'll make sense eventually)

Content Warning: Mental Illness

Word Count: 1k+

WIP Series Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 3: The Alter

Since the outing to the pub with Y/N’s friends, Steven had easily been accepted into the small group of pals. She had been right, he got along great with them. Which led to the pair spending more and more time together. Sprite would tease Y/N that they were practically a couple in all but name. Sersi would shush Sprite and tell her to be nice. 

One night, Y/N says goodnight to the security team as she heads to meet Steven by the lobby doors. She smiles at him when she sees him, but she raises an eyebrow when she sees how nervous he looks. 

“Are you alright?” She asks when she finally reaches him.

“Me? Yeah, I’m great,” Steven says.

She narrows her gaze at him. She can tell he’s lying by the beat of his heart. It wasn’t a malicious lie, so she didn’t push. “Okay.” She nods. “So I have to run home and feed Bas, then we can go to Dinner?” She wraps her arm around his hoping to calm whatever has him so on edge. 

“Do not chicken out,” Marc said in the door's reflection. “The longer you drag this out the weirder it will be.”

“Yes,” he nods. “What about the dog?”

“Sprite took him out, she figured he needed some fun because I’m so very boring,” Y/N grins. 

“You’re not boring,” Steven states.

“To Sprite everyone is, the dog is the only one that rivals her energy. The cat hates it.” She chuckles. 

Sersi and Sprite are still out when she enters their home. She picks up Bas from where the cat had been brushing against Steven’s feet. “I’ll just be a minute,” Y/N says as she disappears into the kitchen. 

“Do it now, so we don’t have to do it in public,” Marc says from the reflection on the coffee table.

“Are you crazy? That will ruin the evening,” Steven says in a harsh whisper at Marc’s image. 

“We are crazy, look at us! You prefer to make a scene?” Marc counters.

“Fine, fine,” Steven relents. “We can do it now. Try not to scare her.”

“You sure you’re alright?” Y/N asks as she walks back into the living room. She’d heard his voice but he didn’t have his phone out.

“Yes, we’re fine,” Steven says.

“We? You got a mouse in your pocket?” She jokes. 

“Not exactly,” Steven lets out a nervous laugh, “can we?” He gestures to the couch. 

She narrows her gaze at him, to study his body language and focuses on his heartbeat. An old habit from the day of handing down judgments. No human can lie to her. They just can’t. It’s how the feather knows the truth. Arishem had seen to it. She shakes herself, takes a seat on the couch and waited for him to start talking. 

“There is something I need to tell you,” Steven starts.

“You can tell me anything, you know that it wont leave this room,” she assures him. 

 “I’m me, but I’m also not me,” Steven says.

“Okay?” She looks at him in confusion. “What does that mean? Are you going to tell me you have a wife and kids somewhere and like a double life?” It’s a joke but she doesn’t miss the way his heart rate spikes. 

“Ex-wife, no kids, and even that is not entirely-” He starts. She holds up her hand and takes a centering breath.

“Hold on, are you or aren’t you Steven Grant?” She asks, really honing in using her powers.  

“I am.” 

He seems honest. So she nods. 

“And I’m not, let me explain.”

“The weird thing is you’re not lying. I can tell you aren’t. So please yes, explain.”

"Have you ever heard of dissociative identity disorder?" he anxiously asks. 

"Like...like multiple personalities?" She asks for clarification. She didn't know what she was expecting but that was absolutely not it. Humans still managed to surprise her after 7,000 years.

"Yes, exactly that," Steven seems to relax slightly. "I really like you, and your friends are great but we didn't think it was fair to go much farther and not tell you."

"So when you say we, you mean you and another you," she says gesturing at him. "Both in there, in you." It wasn't the craziest thing she had heard. She knew literal gods that took over minds and bodies. She had felt fractured and broken minds and hearts be judged through the ages. She had felt their pain in a way. Part of her missed having Druig and Phastos there to help her understand these things. The human heart was easy for her to understand, the rest of it was harder. 

"Yes, that is what we mean." He smiles at the fact she was clearly trying to understand. They appreciated the effort. 

"Okay," she nods.

"You don't have to be afraid," Steven assures her. 

"Way to not be ominous," Marc says but his tone becomes less sarcastic as he adds, “Doing just great, man.”

"I'm not.” She could feel how genuine he was trying to be. He was trying to show her who he really was, or rather how they are. She chuckled to herself. “Have I met him? Them?"

"Marc? No."

"Marc, just the one?"

"Yes." She hears his heart rate change.

"That's a lie isn't it," she sighed, he had been doing so well. "I won't think any less of you. Just don't lie to me."

"How does she-" Marc starts but Steven ignores him.

"There is but he only ever comes out in absolute life or death and we know nothing about him."

"Okay, that sounds terrifying but okay."

"How are you so calm?" Steven asks her. 

"Because you have not met the rest of my family. Pretty sure one of them is a klepto, and another is in a cult." She knew that was an understatement, Makkari was easily bored due to her speed and loved collecting things. She’s just had several millenia worth of precious things. And Druig ran a cult, but that was a detail for another time. "Don’t get me wrong, I still love them. They are my family, but Sersi and Sprite are the more normal ones. Phastos too, but he lives in the states."

"Wow okay, so you aren't scared? Or angry?"

"No, can I meet him?" Her curiosity starting to get the better of her. She loved that she could still be so surprised, especially by Steven, and well Marc too she supposes.

"Fine," Steven agrees. She watches as his whole being seems to shift. Her powers pick up on how his body language, his mind, and his heart feel different. 

"And you're Marc?" She asks, only somewhat skeptical. 

"That's me, and I know it's weird but-"

"Okay, nice to meet you, Marc. We are going to have a chat about that wife thing but," She stands up and straightens her jacket. "But I'm going to need a drink and we have dinner plans in like 10 minutes? Don't care which one of you it is, but I lost half my lunch break to a kid nearly destroying a priceless vase, so we can talk about that over food, yes?"

Marc glances down at his reflection and Steven is clearly in shock. Marc shrugs. "Dinner works for me."

"Do you really have an American accent?" She asks as they head out the door. 

"Well I am American, so yeah." 

"Of course you are," she chuckles. 

"You're really not freaked out by this?" He asks as she locks the door. 

"Trust me, Marc, you are far from the strangest person I have ever encountered. Fractured psyche aside, just wait until you meet Kingo. He is something. And he will ask you more questions than Sprite and talk your ear off. But he is busy in Bollywood and I haven't seen him in ages." Another understatement but she wasn't even sure if she would see Kingo in Marc and Steven's lifetime. Not outside of one of his films at least. No need to overload him, them. Still weird to think about, but she'd adjust and balance as always. It was her nature.

"Huh," was all Marc replied. 

"You were expecting a different reaction?" She asks as they exit the building and start down the street.

"Honestly? Yeah. Layla didn't believe me, and she had already met and thoroughly confused Steven."

"Let me guess, your wife?"

"Uh, yeah." 

"Smooth," Steven says from a window. 

"So about that…" she starts to ask. 

"Drinks first, I am going to need lots of drinks," Marc admits.

"You and I both, pal. You and I both." She laughs, looping his arm through his as she does with Steven. 

The wind kicked up as they walked. Y/N could have sworn she saw a familiar silhouette crouched on a roof across the street but it was gone when she looked back. She squeezed Marc's arm tighter. If they noticed the figure or her actions, neither Marc nor Steven mention it.

#moon knight x reader #marc spector x eternals!reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x female!reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x female!reader #steven grant x reader #Eternals!Reader #Female!Reader #Moon Knight Eternals crossover #To Cry for the Moon fic

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Something Wicked This Way Comes ⚓︎

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader

A/N: okay so the Eddie fic did really well, thank you guys for that!! almost 7k notes T^T, love y’all, now I have the desire to write more so I did this Steve fic because I love momma Harrington, this is enemies to lovers because that’s my fave and I hope y’all enjoy it and leave feedback as always :)) 

Summary: Maybe if Steve Harrington didn’t pick on you in school, the two of you could have become friends. Maybe if you both weren’t so stubborn, you two could have made up when you worked together at Scoops with Robin. Maybe now that you’ve survived Vecna’s curse, will you and Steve admit that there’s a thin line between love and hate after he almost lost you?

Warnings: SMUT, fluff, slight angst, enemies to lovers, mean! Steve, sub! Steve, thigh riding, handjob, friends being matchmakers, cussing, near death experience, cursed reader, injury, mentions of blood, fucking RAUNCHY

Word Count: 6.3k

You absolutely hated Steve Harrington. 

Abhorred. Despised. Loathed. Detested. 

Yes, you’ve heard that you shouldn’t let hate into your heart and that it wasn’t worth the effort to put so much emotion into something so trivial and all that bullshit. It was just a boy and if you hated him that much, why bother? But, you got a kick out of fucking with him and vice versa, and the two of you shared a common friend group so interacting was inevitable. Dreaded, but inevitable.

It didn’t have to be completely boring, however. You could have your fun. 

The nemesis relationship began in ninth grade when you first moved to Hawkins, Indiana after living in New York with your mother. The entire uproot threw you for a loop and Steve’s friendly welcome certainly didn’t help. Not the teasing, not the arguments in class, not the trips to the principal’s office, not the races on the track field, not the yelling. 

One time, in tenth grade, he made fun of your mom for being poor (a way of old, insecure Steve to deter the attention from his own family) and you turned around, cold and collected, and punched him square in the nose. 

You were both suspended for a week. But at least you had something to show for it, bruised knuckles and a bloodied Harrington nose. 

You became fast friends with Nancy, on the other hand, and would go to her house whenever your mother was working one of her two jobs. So, because you were friends, when Steve started talking to Nancy, he was in your life more as a result. Nancy never wanted to leave anyone out. 

So, you and Barb had your thoughts about him, “King” Steve with big hair and a big ego, a big fucking douchebag. 

You’d swap insults and evil stares behind Nancy’s back. “Hey, ugly.” “Hey, dumbass. Pass Chemistry yet?” “Kissed a boy yet?” “No, but I found out your mom’s a pretty good one.” 

That kind of thing. Then sharing forced, polite smiles and pleasantries when she’d turn around. 

And when Barb died, tragedy brought you and Nancy closer than ever. Grief clung to the two of you and wouldn’t let up, but you had each other and eventually it dissipated only to a dull ache every other day. The Wheeler family, as a result, became your own and Mike’s friends kind of inserted themselves into your life soon after, making you an honorary member of the gang. 

You would watch on the sidelines with Max while they would play their DND and when Nancy was busy with the newspaper, spending your nights with the kids sometimes. Something you never expected, but weren’t really mad at either. They were kind of awesome, much to your surprise, and not that you would ever tell them. But they never treated you differently like your classmates, you were just let in with no judgement and no ill-will.

Then Nancy and Steve broke up and everything sort of blew up in everyone’s faces. It was messy. Fist fights and broken noses and even more broken hearts. And despite the fact that you thought Nancy was wrong in some things she did, which you expressed to her and she listened, your loyalty lied with her. It was easy to defend your friend and shit talk the ex when you already hated him. 

Steve fucked up big time in a few areas, he needed the wake up call, and that was the last time the two of you spoke for months. You were in New York for a visit when the Demodog incident happened, thank god. 

You got back at the start of summer and that’s when you got the job at Scoops Ahoy because your neighbor Robin Buckley recommended you for the position. But guess who was also up for it?

Steve fucking Harrington. 

Management conceded and thought the third worker would be necessary for the summer wave of sales, and helpful for shift change. But it meant you’d have to work together. It was a summer you’d never forget. What with the endless arguing, Robin’s chastising, and Russian spies and huge flesh-made monsters. 

Which brings you to now. Your favorite song, ‘Dreams’ by Fleetwood Mac, playing on repeat in your headphones and trying your best to evade your well-meaning but irritating friends’ (and Steve) stares. 

“Hey, guys?” you push down your headphones so they hang on your neck. “I’m not suddenly going to spontaneously combust if you take your eyes off of me. I’m fine. Seriously.” Steve looks away from you. 

Nancy frowns, rocking slightly in the cramped canoe that you, Eddie, Robin, Steve, and Nancy have squeezed into, “We’re just worried because we love you.”

“Speak for yourself,” Steve grumbles and earning a smack in the chest from you. 

He says this. But he was one of the most worried when you shut down in Nancy’s basement, going stock still and silent before levitating to the ceiling. You managed to escape because of their quick thinking by playing your favorite song. 

He had caught you when you fell to the ground, tugging you close and hugging you almost painfully hard as everyone surrounded you. You only allowed it to happen because you almost died and you didn’t have the energy to push him away. 

And because, just a little bit, it felt kind of nice.

“I, for one-” Robin glares at Steve before looking at you. “-am glad you’re okay. Who else am I going to ramble to with no judgement? You’re the only person that can keep up with my random trivia.” 

You smile softly. Eddie pats your knee, someone you met only a few weeks ago because of Dustin but already have grown fond of, “I haven’t really known you long, but I love you.”

“Shut up, Eddie,” you laugh, your song playing faintly around your neck. “Keep rowing. But I love you, too.”

You guys were following a lead that Dustin thought of with his old, wonky compass in hand, taking you out to the middle of Lover’s Lake and finally stopping when the compass was going haywire.

After only a few moments of deliberation, Steve began taking off his shoes.

“Steve, what are you doing?” you ask.

He sighs. “Someone’s gotta go down there and check this thing out. Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins high swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, it’s gotta be me. No complaints, alright?” he says, beginning to stand and tug off his sweater.

You roll your eyes. He always did want to be the hero.

“Hey, I’m not complaining. I do not wanna go down there,” Eddie says, peering suspiciously at the ominous, murky waters. He begins wrapping a plastic bag around a flashlight for Steve to use.

You look over his shirtless form, without much thought and it wasn’t like you could help it. He was just standing in front of you flaunting it, how could you not look at the only distracting thing in a sea of black? He didn’t look terrible either. 

“Hey... good luck,” Eddie hands Steve the flashlight. 

Steve nods, “Thanks.”

You clench your eyes shut and say his name before you could think about it more, “Steve?”

He turns around, not expecting you to be the one to speak up and say his name. But he knew it would be good. Some insult to spur his pride, or teasing remark to get his adrenaline going, it almost made him smile at the possibility. Always wanting to know what you would say next. 

But no, you look at him and say quietly, “Be careful.”

Nancy and Robin stare at you with their jaws dropped to the bottom of the lake. And even Eddie who hasn’t been here for the entirety of the feud, knew enough to have his eyes wider than saucers as he looked between the two of you. 

Steve stares back at you, searching you over with softened eyes, and he nods in understanding before diving in with a newfound sense of purpose. 

“Um... what the hell was that?” Nancy laughs, dumbfounded. 

You pinch your brow and look at your friends, all staring at you again, “Me wishing a friend good luck.”

“He’s your friend now?” Robin grins, looking at Eddie like she can’t believe she just heard you say that.

You pinch yourself, “N-no, sorry, the word slipped out. We... we are not friends. I was just being nice! Can I not be nice?”

“Sure, you’re super nice, sweetheart,” Eddie leans back, amused. “Just not to Harrington. Like ever. I’ve never even seen you smile at him.”

“You guys exaggerate.”

“We’re just saying...” Nancy smirks knowingly, voice laced with ulterior motives. “It’s a nice change of pace. I’m glad you extended an olive branch. I’m proud of you, y/n.”

“Hey, don’t get ahead of yourself here. Nothing was extended. If you guys are going to be like this whenever I’m just bare minimum pleasant to Steve, I won’t do it again,” you threaten your friends with pointed fingers and raised eyebrows. 

A voice startles you, “That was bare minimum?”

You jump at the surprise and it rocks the boat a bit, sending all of your friends into fits of laughter. You glare at each of them and move to smack Steve’s head. 

He catches your wrist with his large hand, grip tightening with a shit-eating smirk. Your skin tingles under his grasp. He tugs you down slightly, showing how easy it would be to pull you into the water with no effort. 

“Watch it, princess, I have the power here.”

You yank your hand back, smacking his head with the other, “Don’t call me princess or I’ll rip your chest hair off.” He runs a hand back through his wet hair and shakes it out like a dog, getting you wet. 

“Well, that peace was short-lived,” Robin shakes her head. 

“It was nice while it lasted,” Nancy mused with a small smile. “But what did you find down there, Steve? A gate?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s bigger than we thought, though, it’s actually-” He’s interrupted when he’s pulled suddenly beneath the water. 

“Steve!” you yell out, looking around the desolate, dark lake for any sign of him as you all scramble around the canoe to the edge.

He comes back up with a gasp, chest heaving, “What the hell was that?”

“Thank god,” Robin laughs with relief. 

But before you could all celebrate, he’s pulled back under and going towards the bottom, bubbles coming to the surface as you all scream out for him. Your heart launches in your throat and you don’t know when you do it, but you’re standing up in the canoe and ready to jump. 

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Eddie tugs on your blouse from behind you. 

“I’m going in after him, you guys just... just stay here,” you get in a dive formation and take a deep breath.

“What about the curse? If you’re in there, what’s stopping Vecna from taking you again?” Eddie says hysterically.

You grab another plastic bag from the boat, wrap your headphones and cassette player in it, and stuff it in your pocket. “I’ll just have to take that chance.”

“Y/n!” Nancy and Robin yell as you dive in and break the surface of the lake.

You’re propelled downward by your dive as you push yourself past the burning of your legs and arms and the popping of your ears, only thinking about getting to that bright red gate at the lake floor. You push through the portal and next thing you know, you’re being flung onto the hard ground of the upside down. 

Screaming and being attacked by some demo-bat fucking things, Steve is convulsing on the ground, trying to get free. You scramble up and run after him, realizing you don’t have a weapon until you hear your friends behind you, yelling your name.

“Here!” Eddie throws you an oar and you grab it before hitting the bats off of Steve and freeing him. 

The five of you fight off the bats, one by one knocking them out of the sky. Nancy and Robin go after one, chopping off its head, and Eddie stabbing one with the splintered wood of his oar, impaling another. One goes after you, attaching to your shirt and tearing. 

You move to hit it with your oar but can’t reach, panicking, but Steve grabs it off of you and throws it up in the air, slamming it on the ground. He steps on one wing as it desperately tries to wriggle its way loose and be free, but he tears it in half when he pulls it back, tossing it aside.

He spits out blood and lifts his chin, looking you in the eye, chest heaving with strenuous breaths. 

Wow.

“Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie shrieks and throws down his oar, stomping. 

You put your headphones around your neck and play your music so you can hear it quietly. You run up to Steve as the others collect their bearings and inspect his wounds, the gashes on his sides and the red lines around his sore neck. “Are you okay?”

“Obviously not,” he tilts his head up to look at you, but he’s smirking. You flash him a flat expression. “They certainly took their pound of flesh.”

You want to reach out and touch him but immediately think better of it. What good would it do? And why on Earth would he want you to touch him? He hates you and you hate him. But the urge was still there and getting stronger the longer he stares at you like he wants you to. 

“Hey guys,” Robin speaks up. “There’s more comin’.”

You guys look up to see a huge swarm in the sky, way more than the five of you could take on by yourselves. 

“Guys, the woods!” Nancy yells, pointing in the direction of the forest. 

The five of you run that way, retreating into the trees and out of sight from the vicious demo-bats. You guys keep walking, all in deep, contemplative, and fearful silence as you look for a place of shelter. You look at Steve in his disheveled, bloodied state and offer him your arm. You don’t know why you did it it, you didn’t want to help him, but he looked so damn pathetic and you weren’t an asshole. He would reluctantly help you too if roles were reversed, you think.

He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, running through his mind for some witty, smart-ass response, before deciding he’s too tired and lets you wrap your arm around his waist to steady him as he walks. 

Nancy, Robin, and Eddie stare at the two of you with narrowed eyes and knowing smiles like a bunch of gossiping schoolgirls. 

The five of you find a clearing in the forest, a rock formation that acted as a roof over your heads and a tunnel. Steve stumbles a bit when you let go of him and he grips his side, wincing in pain. You turn around and move him to stand against the wall.

“I-I’m fine,” he leans back, acting very not fine. “Really.”

“No, you’re not. Let me help you,” you begin to unbutton your blouse.

His eyes widen and face reddens, “Y/n-”

“Chill, shirtless. I won’t be naked,” you laugh at his bashful state, taking off your shirt and revealing a black camisole underneath, tucked into your jean shorts. 

His eyes inadvertently explore the new skin exposed, collarbone, chest, cleavage, and your wet see-through top. He can’t stop looking at you and he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know what’s changed, almost losing you has done something to his brain, not like you were even his to begin with. But you’re one of the few constants in his life and now he can’t stop looking at you. Can’t. And how you’re helping him selflessly. Something was different. 

“Good,” he looks up, chuckling under his breath. “I would have thrown up.”

“You would have fucking loved it. But if you’re going to see that, it’s not going to be free, that’s for sure,” you smile. His eyes crinkle in the corners.

You rip your blouse in half and tie the ends together, creating a long piece of tight fabric to use to stop Steve’s bleeding. You tighten it in your grasp and look up at his pained expression, lifting his arms to give you easy access. You try not to sit and admire his exposed skin and toned chest and arms. The tension between you two becomes static and thick, frequencies rapidly changing like Dustin’s cerebro. 

Something was different. 

You look up at him, “Ready?”

He nods and looks away from you, “Yeah, just do it.”

You reach around his back and wrap the white fabric around him, having to be pressed against him as you tighten it and tie it. Your chest just barely meets his when you accidentally look up at him. His eyes are already on you and watching you work. You look away with heat rising to your face and making your skin prickle. 

“This... uh, is this good?” you ask, voice quiet and unsteady. 

“Yeah,” he says, still looking at you.

You finish off tying him and tuck in the excess, brushing off nonexistent dirt from the makeshift tourniquet. You meet his eyes and flash a small smile.

You tilt your head, “Better?” 

“Better. Thank you.”

“Well, I’m not a nurse’s daughter for nothing,” you say and immediately regretting bringing up your mother. The taunting from school ringing in your head like an unwanted alarm. 

He looks you over, trying to find the right words, “She’d be proud of you, then. She uh... she must work really hard.”

“Thanks,” you stare at him, a bit dumbfounded. “And yeah, she does.”

The two of you are silent for a beat from his attempt at a compliment before he speaks again, “So, I guess you don’t want me dead then, huh?”

You cock an eyebrow, tying back your hair, “What?”

“S-since you didn’t let me bleed out. Ya know... saved my life and all,” he says, nervously and he gets an almost grin out of you. Why was he acting like this?

“Oh. Well... if anyone’s going to kill you, it’s going to be me,” you smile at him.

Robin and Nancy look at the two of you and smile softly. Eddie gestures a finger going into an hole with his other hand at you. You flip him off when Steve looks away.

You turn around to move your way back to the others when you feel a hand on your back. You turn to look over your shoulder at Steve who’s got his fingers brushing against your back and inspecting something with a furrowed brow. 

“You’re hurt,” he frowns, looking down at you. He unconsciously drags his gentle, calloused finger around the edge of the small wound. “You’ve got a cut back here from those bats.”

“Oh, I don’t even feel it,” you turn around to look at him. “I’m okay, really.”

“Are you sure?” he looks at you with those puppy dog, chestnut eyes like he’s really concerned. Your chest tightens at the care in his tone. It almost sounded sincere.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you say quietly and nod. What was it to him?

“Hey, Romeo and Juliet!” Robin calls over to the two of you, arms folded and her hip jutted with a small, satisfied smile. “Come on already.”

Eddie climbs up on the roof of a small shed in front of you guys, trying to find a clearing through the woods. 

“We need a way to get past those bats if we’re ever going to get out of here,” Nancy muses, thinking out loud. 

“Isn’t this place just like regular Hawkins except... with scary shit?” Robin turns around and asks.

Steve nods behind you, “Yeah, why?”

Robin behind pacing back and forth and gesturing wildly, as she does, “Then theoretically... we can just go down to the police station and get supplies and... and weapons! Like guns, ammo, and grenades and blow those suckers sky high so we can get outta here.”

“Well, I doubt that the Hawkins police station has grenades, but guns sure,” Steve says. You smiled at that.

“We don’t need to go all the way to the station, I have guns,” you look at the others and Eddie who hops down from the roof with his eyebrows raised incredulously in your direction. 

“You...” Eddie smiles widely. “You have guns? Y/n Y/ln... has guns?”

“Yes,” you chuckle softly. “A Russian Makarov and a .22.”

Steve moves to stand beside you and smiles, “You almost shot me with that one once.”

Eleventh grade party. Drinks and Truth and Dare were involved. Feelings were shared, it was a long story. But it made you grin at the unfortunate memory, nonetheless. 

“And you almost deserved it,” you look at him and he locks eyes with you, cracking a small smile.

“I have guns too,” Nancy pipes up. “We can split up and get all of them and meet back here to kill those shits.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Eddie smiles. He then moves to slip off his jean vest and throws it at an unsuspecting Steve. 

He shrugs, “For your modesty, dude.”

Steve smirks softly and slips on the vest, “Thanks.” Dammit, he looked fucking good.

“Me, Nancy, and Eddie can go to Nancy’s while the new best friends, Steve and Y/n can go to her house,” Robin tilts her head and looks in your direction, eyes twinkling conspiratorially. “We’ll reconvene here in an hour.”

You laugh uncomfortably, “Um... I don’t-” 

“Sure,” Steve’s hand brushes accidentally against your own and you jump slightly. “Let’s get going.”

You glare at your three friends, all waving goodbye with sickly sweet and innocent smiles. 

Ugh.

⚓︎⚓︎⚓︎

Seeing your house in a weird, alien alternate dimension was one of the weirdest things you think you’ve ever come to experience. Moving and swirling dark vines crawl around the walls and ceilings with floating ash and particles coating the atmosphere like dust on old, untouched wood. You and Steve slowly walk around the desolate, abandoned home. 

It felt like one big, rude metaphor for the way your hate for Steve has rotted away at your insides, poisoning your interactions and mood like this place. This prison. 

Steve stares at you when you’re not looking. Your dirt stained and ripped tank top and shorts, flushed, hot face, frizzy hair in a pony, scuffs up and down your battered arms, and headphones against your ears as you listen for the 200th time to your favorite song that was slowly becoming your least. You looked absolutely beautiful despite your frazzled state. 

He wasn’t just now noticing how beautiful you are though, he always noticed. Even if he didn’t want to, it just had a way of making him brutally aware at all times. From the first time he saw you, despite the arguing and the rivalry, you’ve always been beautiful. It was honestly annoying because he shouldn’t be thinking about how good you looked in jeans or how soft your hair always looked when you two were screaming at each other.

Or wondering f you were thinking the same things about him. You were.

“I’ll go look in my room and you can look in my mom’s. She might have some in there, too,” you start to move towards the staircase. 

“We shouldn’t split up, let’s just look in yours.”

“I’m sure I won’t need protection in my own house, it’s fine.”

“Vecna could be anywhere and you’re still cursed. You shouldn’t be alone, I’m sticking with you.”

You sigh aloud and look up at him, “Steve, I’m not made of glass.”

He pinches his brow, eyes falling over you like he’s had years of practice, “I didn’t say that-”

“Just go look in my mom’s room,” you plead with him. If one more person looked at you like you were going to fall apart at any moment, you’d scream. “Please, Steve.”

He doesn’t say anything and stalks off towards your mom’s room, memory serving him well from the last time he’s been here from the graduation party senior year. You watch him walk off before turning and running up the stairs, ‘Dream’s by Fleetwood Mac the soundtrack playing as you searched your bedroom upstairs. You begin to look in your closet and the safe your mother got you after letting you have these guns. 

After everything with Will, she came to the realization Hawkins was just as, if not more, dangerous than the big bad and vast New York City you grew up in. Scary times called for drastic measures and that meant throwing your morals aside and purchasing some fucking firearms.

You twist in the combination and pull open the door to the safe as you hear footsteps closing in on you and Steve walks through the door. You were only gone for a minute before he’s coming back, you knew immediately he didn’t look very hard. 

He leans against the doorway and watches you take out both of your guns. You check the ammo and see they’re fully loaded, twisting the barrels. You look up at Steve and see he’s empty handed.

“Did you not find anything?”

He looks at you with raised eyebrows and a blank stare that says Really?, “No, obviously not, y/n.”

You laugh dryly, stuffing the guns into one of your tote bags on your wall, and slinging it over your shoulder, “Don’t be a dick, Harrington, there’s more at stake here than your need for constant sarcasm.”

“Well, you jumped my ass when I tried to show concern for you, so what’s the alternative? Complete silence? Apathy?” he steps towards you with his arms folded over his bare chest. Thank god, it was so distracting. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, y/n, since you seem to have a problem with everything that I choose.”

You roll your eyes with a groan, “For fuck’s sake-”

He interrupts you with a loud wince of pain when he grips his side and his palm comes back up stained with scarlet, blood seeping through the bandage you created for him. Petty argument forgotten, you gently set down your bag and walk over to him to inspect his pulsing wound.

“I need to unwrap and disinfect this or it’ll get worse,” you lay your hand against his stomach and he stiffens at your touch. “Sit down on the bed.”

He breathes a laugh at your bossiness, “Yes, ma'am.”

You help him down and shake your head as you move to find your first aid kit.

You find it on top of your cabinet and stand up on the tips of your toes, sneakers bending to reach up and grab it. He doesn’t know if it’s the blood loss or his impending fear of death, but his eyes are glued to your ass in your small shorts, cinching your waist and making your legs look longer and thighs look grabbable. He wanted to punch himself for it, but you looked so good.

You turn around and are met with his flushed, red face. You brush it off as a result of his injury and sit yourself down next to him.

“Ready?” you brush your fingers against the tourniquet. “I’m going to unwrap you now.”

He nods and you gingerly untie his wrap, watching him stiffen slightly from the friction of the cloth against his wound. You look at the cuts on his sides and the red ring around his neck and frown. Even if you weren’t his biggest fan, you didn’t like seeing him in so much pain, it made your chest ache. While grabbing an antiseptic wipe, Steve’s watches your every move with softened eyes and a small smile. 

He liked watching you work and take care of him, it was a nice change of pace from the usual barbed words and insults. He knows he started it. You came into school, so kind and so sweet, and he stomped all over you because he was insecure and cared too much about popularity. After Nancy broke his heart, it changed him and left him without social status, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything. It was the brutal wake up call he needed, and your stubborn ass didn’t want to let go of the old him, but he didn’t blame you. Not when he didn’t want to open up and let you in even now. To extend the olive branch. To apologize.

“This is going to sting a bit,” you hover over his cut. He sighs and nods again. You dab the wipe against his cuts and he tilts his head back, holding his breath. 

You needed to get closer to him so you move to swing your leg over his, sitting up on his thick, denim clad thigh. You look in his eyes for what seems like the 1000th time today, memorizing the golden lines and flecks in his brown irises. 

“This okay?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, y/n...” he says all of a sudden, meeting your eyes. 

“For what, Steve?” you say softly. 

“For everything. For being such a dick to you in high school and an asshole still. You didn’t deserve... don’t deserve it. I’m sorry.”

You sigh, eyes stinging a bit at the surprise apology, and the direness of the situation, with everything going on you wanted to cry. But you don’t and instead force an easy smile and nod.

“I’m sorry that I um... that I never gave you the chance to be better. I shouldn’t hold grudges. You’ve clearly changed a lot.” Your easy smile slips into a more comfortable, genuine one that he returns. “So, we’re okay.”

You scooch closer as you wipe off the dried blood on his skin. He groans at you shimmying on his thigh and has to will his pants not to get tighter. His hands grip your waist and move you closer so you can get your better angle. You chest hits his shoulder and you let out a small ‘oomph’ at the impact. But your skin feels lit like a live wire, curling and coiling and licking your insides. 

He speaks with gritted teeth, laughing with his chin tilted up, “Just so you stop shimmying on my leg.”

You lips curve, “What? Is it bothering you?”

“It’s...” his eyes scan over your face. “It’s distracting.”

You grab a better wrap from the kit and begin tying it around his torso. You shimmy a bit again without thinking (or maybe to fluster him) and his grip tightens on your waist, anchoring you in place. The only sounds you hear being the soft music playing from your headphones around your neck and the thundering beat of your heart. Who knew heartfelt apologies could jumpstart feelings so much? Things that laid dormant for five years, now bubbling over the surface. 

“Too much?” you ignore his previous confession and ask. 

“N-nope... it’s fine.”

You tie it up securely in front of you, feeling his thigh tense between your own, and it send a jolt of energy to your core. You inhale sharply when he accidentally does it again and he notices, cocking an eyebrow at you. 

He smirks, mocking, “Too much?”

“You’re an asshole,” you huff, tugging at his bandage. 

He grabs your wrist, smirk intensifying, “Are you turned on right now?”

You pinch your brow, back to insults, “No, you weirdo. You’re the one over here getting a boner from me being on your thigh.”

He laughs dryly, “Like I can fucking help that. Why are you looking at my dick anyway?”

“I’m not!”

“You so are.”

“You’re literally a child,” you finish off fixing his bandage and inspect your work. You grin, amused, “Or a horny teenager.”

“Shut up, y/n,” he meets your gaze. 

You cock your head to the side, voice low and quiet, “Why don’t you make me?”

Your noses brush from your close proximity to him and you share one heated and bated breath. He smells like smoke and ash and cologne with flushed, pink cheeks and half lidded eyes. 

His lips brush against yours, “You won’t like how I’ll do it.”

Before you can disagree, his mouth is crashing against yours, full force and full of passion and years of pent up want and need for the other. You inhale sharply through your nose, finally kissing him back with your hands tangled in Eddie’s jean vest he’s wearing. His large, calloused hand slips to pull you in by the back of your neck, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging out your ponytail, letting your hair spill out. It’s all tongue and teeth and mouths dragging against the other, hate fueled and gasoline lit. 

You’re grabbing everything you can on each other. His hands falls to your waist and pull you closer and he’s gripping you so hard it’s almost painful, but the biting sting of his fingernails and the strength in them make you moan aloud into his mouth. He eagerly swallows it and groans in return when your arms wrap around his neck, breast pushed up against his hard chest. Two puzzle pieces trying to fit over and over but realizing you never will, making it more exciting, the challenge of it all. And yet there was a secret stability and peace from finally diving in the deep end instead of dipping a toe in the shallow.

“You actually seem to like it,” he mumbles into your mouth, smiling into the kiss. 

“You’re such an asshole,” you kiss under his jaw and down his neck, licking at his hot skin. He moans, his pretty noises in your ear, “You don’t seem to hate it either.” You start moving against his thigh without any thought and he cracks a slow, lazy smile. 

“For someone who’s hated me for so long, you sure are making a lot of noises,” he tugs you closer.

“Doesn’t mean I like it,” you kiss the corner of his mouth, his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose. “Cocky little shit.”

He grins. “You gonna ride my thigh, pretty girl,” he begins to rock his leg against your aching cunt, making you whine. “Make yourself cum on my jeans, you’re so fucking sexy. So good for me.” 

Fuck, he was so good at dirty talk. He always did know how to match your energy.

You nod eagerly and undo your belt, slipping off your jean shorts to reveal your lace panties. You sit back down gently on his leg, “This okay?”

“More than okay,” he grips you by the waist and helps you move against him. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck and sucks into your sensitive skin, whispering darkly,  “Come on and use me, beautiful. I’m all yours, I always have been.”

You grind against his thigh, the denim providing much needed friction against your swollen clit, making you keen against him. One of your hand falls to his lap, palming him through his pants.

“Fuck, angel...” he groans. “Shit, please.”

His hand grabs your neck and presses his fingers into your pulse points as he kisses down your chest. He rips down your top, your tits bouncing out of your tank. He scatters kisses across your chest, a constellation of love bites and marks, making his way to your nipples where he licks and sucks. His tongue swirls around the hard bud as he palms the other, going back and forth. Your slick stains his pants and the thought makes him groan against your neck. The way you were using him to get to your release fired off something inside him; the irredeemable need to please you. 

The coil in your gut begins to tighten as you continue to rut against his hard, muscular thigh. He looks up at you from between your breasts and smiles, cat-like and shit eating. Your hand slips into his pants as you pump his cock in your hand, thumb brushing over the tip that was already wet with precum. 

“This does something for you?” you whisper, kissing his temple. “Already so close from just pleasuring me...”

His eyes were glued to your lust blown ones, heavy lidded, looking under your lashes with swollen, red lips. He liked the way you spoke to him, praising him. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” you run your fingers through his soft, trademark hair. “I’m so close, baby. Fuck.”

His voice is whiny, needy, and it made you realize how much you liked it. His need to please and yours in return. Pleasing each other back and forth until both of you snap. 

“Cum for me, angel. Please,” he kisses you hard as the coil finally snaps in your gut, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. So hard, it was almost painful how good it felt. 

He comes apart in your hand, his face still nuzzled in your neck, sending goosebumps and thrills down your arms. You take your hand out and lick your fingers, locking with his eyes all the while. 

“We should probably get back to the others now,” he mumbles into your skin. 

“At least we have something to look forward to,” you run your fingers through his hair, a fantasy of yours finally blossoming into fruition. “Fuck, our friends are going to have a field day with this.”

“Probably so. But when we get out of here, I’m going to take you on a real date... and fuck you properly,” he kisses your throat. “How’s that sound?”

You grin, “Sounds amazing, dumbass.”

He kisses you, “I’m glad, ugly.”

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[oswlld]

AN ODE TO REAL RED (or, i didn’t wake up planning to write an analysis on storytelling through red but here we are)

look, im really out of my depth here. i really am not one to make these lengthy, wordy analysis posts that articulate what color means to me. (if it’s your kind of thing, pls go read everything @dribs-and-drabbles posts! i love it there and look forward to the episodic breakdown each week). and yet, after my first rewatch, it hit me how much the color red spoke volumes. it hits different because it really explored the color in the way traditional storytelling and filmmaking treats color: as a visual dialog; to draw out depth in a scene.

ive told @talays-portkey that i needed to turn off everything i learned in color theory (and production/post-production for that matter) when i go into each episode. why? this show pokes fun (and i LOVE them for it, to an extent) at using the concept of color to saturate the show: tess’ wardrobe, spotlights, set locations, the collective group at the assoc, and script all create this gorgeous, playful style that works into believing it’s a different universe. there’s specifics in the worldbuilding (ex: counting, flowers, the beer) and then there’s the production that makes it fun to guess how each episode will build on the last.

but i think Real Red really shines in bringing us back to their world. to me, it’s the show’s way of telling me, “hey, time to turn that brain on because it’s now a dialog. look at what it’s telling you now.”

it gets reallllly lengthy (literally an a-z on everything on red i found), see ya under the cut

let me preface this by saying that this has no merit beyond my own interpretation of the visual dialog and it consistently fell into two categories: 1) of course, Dang translates to Red (so, Puen) and 2) Red symbolizing STOP.

a. the first real hint at red in the ambulance scene (not pictured, the vehicle itself probably also red); but i find this show a nice set up when the reflection lines up with the red, where the reflection would line up with his chest, like yes bb you are Dang b. and then we know how this scene continues, with the medical gear in the bg; fits the scene, him thrashing about and begging to leave, but everyone is telling him to STOP and pins him down

c. since we flip back to the au, this red is serving the two worlds imo - it’s being playful as a set for the Red episode, while at the same time, it’s a dialog; here, it represents the vehicle that will bring talay to puen (the secret island) but also the tides are preventing talay from crossing; d. he’s wearing the lighter end of the red palette; the boat is turned over, a visual representation of a STOP

e. he’s playing with the red controller… i love a show

f. the overflow of fan support (which, aww! deserved) has a specified cubby in his apartment, in plain sight; it’s not organized in any particular way but still there for him to see (there’s something to be said about his character but this post isn’t about that) g. then we get the bucket hat callback (SOBS) and we have the camera lined up like so - not only showing how much his heart misses talay, but the oncoming divide that the fans will create between them

h. back to the au, where puen’s wish is written in red i. when i say this show has layerssss

j. (SOBS AGAIN) no but really, when i heard his mom’s voice and he just STOPS; i thought to myself, “is2g if she’s wearing red, i will never speak ill of this show ever again" (pending transaction); there’s plenty of other posts about the art in the bg that you can find in the tag

k./l. now we get into the push and pull of getting them reunited; this is when the push and pull comes in the form of green vs red; the universe is both trying to bring them together and keep them apart; nature/set is organically telling them where they will eventually end up (glass house), but the artificial inserts of red also is STOPPING them from letting it happen

m. STOP interviewing!

n. STOP and take a break (au version) o. STOP and take a break (ou version)

p. the green vs red continues (outside edition)

q. red vs green (inside edition), but this is where the visual dialog really stands out; here, the tim horton’s Red is evenly halved with the green wall, representing the turmoil talay is in r. we switch to where puen’s voice is coming from, where the green starts to outweigh the red

s. the close up now positions talay to have the plants in the bg as he hears puen’s speech confirm his true feelings for him t. without saying a word, talay rushes back to the theater and we see him physically abandon red

u. i love a good wardrobe choice; something something when a person embodies a house v. the lamp speaks for itself *shoves mic at it*

w. just wanted to point out that the last time we were in this glass house in the au, puen was sitting in that corner with his apology; intentional or not, i think it’s lovely that the hint of Red is in the same place x. he STOPS (and i CRY)

y. when doubt creeps in and he thinks it’s still tess, i love that red is still peeking through; literally STOPPING him from believing who is in front of him and almost leaves z. “ai DANG” (and then my soul left my body and the shell of user talaypuens writes this post)

bonus: this can be interpreted in two ways - either they are recreating a piece of the au in their own personal space or we treat it as the visual dialog (that it’s both Puen and it’s a warning… to STOP??)

… i’ve expended all my brain power for the weekend, welp

#vice versa #vice versa the series #viceversaedit #sea tawinan #jimmy jitaraphol #asianlgbtqdramas #mine: edits #idk who wants to read this so im tagging a few and see where it goes lol #listen i made this post for me and me alone fjsldk #pdribs #vishingwell #userbillkin #mjtag #usersarawatine #epiphanjins #tuserhidden #tonanons #userjaehwany #userconcrete #and im also making a web weave on top of this??? #‘im in danger’ meme.png

[cinnachaos]

ok so morgan lore (sorry this is so long , ive had lore cooking for these guys for a while and i never really fully finished it but here it is) (aslo i typed this all out half asleep i kight edit it later but maybe not idk)

warning for death and schtuff below

he lives on an apocalypse-ish planet where there are frequent lockdowns because of the inner monster stuff (refer to that other infodumping post) and unfortunately beth and jerry both got stuck in monster rampaging form and had to be exterminated/couldnt be found or anchored back into human form (they dont currently have a cure but later on with rick and morgan home they make one)

summer has a missing arm from a fucky wucky with a monster so she uses a robotic arm , she also has a shorter cut thats a bit fluffier and she doesnt wear a ponytail

rick has to leave the universe because he had a Monster Momento and fucked with a group of ricks so he wanted to make sure his morty and summer werent brought into it (his original family is all gone, it took him a LOT of tries to find morgan and summer so he cares a shit ton abt them)

morgan goes oh shit what the hell and takes a portal gun his rick stole and tries to find him but miami morty/mimi sees him thinking hes a rogue morty and goes can we keep him pretty please rick and even after he says no shoots a morty manipulator chip at him and drags him home like a wet cat

they go on adventures together, morgan usually wearing headphones and using weapons based off of games he likes because he doesnt like killing things so he does that to make it less AAAAGH for him (ill send my five thousand headcanons for the miamis and canon stuff about the monsters later)

one time he has a Moment with his monster form because unlike rick who at this point has most control over it bc hes coped with his trauma fairly well after mimi and rick get hurt and they have to heal him since his monster form usually damages him a lot (mainly through bruising, and if he uses his spikes or blades, bleeding)

they have a lot of fun unnttiiilll monster rick/his original rick comes to take him home and mistakes them for kidnappers even though theyve been taking good care of him so they both get into a fight and monster rick decides to take him home and keep him in the morty mind blower area of their house until he remembers which causes a huge freakout on morgans behalf

the miamis and monsters (summer and rick) go find him but go oh fuck its those guys and fight and then morgan has to go like guys what the fuck i like both of you and consider both of you family can you STOP FIGHTING so they go oh uh ok and now they have to share custody of morgan /lhj

also yeah monster care/research was prioritized in earth mv87 12 (theres more but i forgor) and it eventually calms down from a mass epidemic to just mildly dangerous

heres an old doodle of them since u got to the wnd of the infodump 🎉🎉🎉 (idk when ill draw sumker maybe later, just probably wont be soon cus im not hyperfixated on r&m anymore even if i still like it😭)

actually fuckit im putting my headcanons n shit here

ok so mv87/monster things

★ morgan wears headphones while on adventures to avoid hearing loud noises like gunshots, usually listens to splatoon music on loop

★ morgan has a habit of doing splatoon win animations sometimes when he successfully finishes an adventure

★ morgan was originally caught by mimi with pocket mortys stuff, he considers both the miamis and monsters his family, also very close to chaos rick and morty (another friends rick and morty) (hyperions-world chars!!!)

★ morgan is very close to his ricks but kind of scared of other ricks, he knows they can be really mean and devalue their mortys and him being really sensitive/fragile he cant handle that

★ morgan iscomfortable with miami mortys (/p!!!) kisses on the head to him and loves physical affection from any of his family members/close friends even if hes like eeeeeeeeehhhh from other people

★ morgan has a bad habit of getting extremely attached to ricks very quickly and is like a nice rick magnet 😭 hes befriended multiple ricks in the citadel like cop rick and enthusiastically waves at them anytime he sees them

★ morgan sometimes sways back and forth like an inkling/octoling idol position and has a few weapons a rick made him based off of splatoon/pokemon that he uses CONSTANTLY and will never go more than 5 feet away from him at all times

★ morgan can and will pull all of his family members into his hyperfixes/sp/ins. he will. hes done it with splatoon and pokemon . he will drag you in eventually/j

★ monster rick is really stoic/apathetic looking but really deeply cares for his family and he doesnt apply to the typical rick "idgaf about u haha fuck u u little pussyfart morty" /LHJ he tries his best to be a good grandpa and guardian even with his traumas and inner monster dealio

★ monster rick is always partially in monster form cus he thinks it looks cool, he also has a tooth gap between his front teeth

★ the mv87s do not know what sleep is. they constantly have eye bags except for sometimes summer because shes the most early bird of them all and she is very responsible

★ morgan is trans , i am heavily debating on making summer trans too. maybe. m a y b e.

miami headcanons

★ miami rick spoils the shit out of miami morty even though he wont admit it to anyone and if morty brings it up rick lectures him on the way home/lhj

★ MIMI FUCKING LOVES MONSTER HIFH AND YOU WONT BE ABLE TO PRY THAT HEADCANON OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS

★ miami rick goes by he/she with close friends/family but he/him or he/they w anyone else

★ miami morty isnt as smart as rick but just about as powerful when it comes to strength and fighting smarts? not counting weapons and stuff

★ miami morty acts like an absolute angel around rick for the most part but is menacing as hell to people behind his back LMAO. oh and hes an absolute girlboss, a diva who could and would throw you out a window like an empty soda bottle

★ miami rick is very protective of morty in the way that if anyone makes him feel uncomfortable because of his outfit or if anyone hits on him or just any creepy things in general rick will hate crime them

★ miami morty likes to jokingly flirt but sometimes will accidentally do it with other mortys and go oh wait thats me oops. well its still funny

★ miami morty also has a habit of platonically kissing his friends on the cheek/head like you would a pet or something and then has to awkwardly explain its not romantic 😭😭 (some fanart relating to pcoket mortys gave me this idea actually)

★ miami rick lets morty paint his nails sometimes, begrudgingly but it makes morty really happy so he acts like he hates it to keep up appearances but likes seeing morty happy

★ MIAMI MORTY USES HIS LOLLIPOP AS A SORT OF ORAL STIM, morgan would probably get him something that wouldnt murder his teeth to have in his mouth n stim with

★ mimi he/any moment

AGH. OK. FINALLY DONE. there. this is all like months old please excuse that i mostly am involved in like sploon and pokemon since theyre sp/ins not just hyperfixes lol

#rick and morty #rick and morty au #mv87 12 #morgan smith #infodump #my art #miami morty #miami rick #mv87 #my oc

[wonderwomanfantasy]

under the stars together (part seven)

part one/ part two/ part three/ part four/ part five/ part six/ part seven/ part eight/ part nine/ part ten(smut)/ part eleven& epilogue.(smut)

werewolf!OC x Fem!Reader

warnings: Daddy issues AND Mommy issues, mentions of illness and surgery, acts of violence, mentions of blood & gore, smut, werewolf smut,

word count: 1,400 (about)

summary: the sun is hot on your face as you ride into the unknown. home is to your back and you don't know what the future holds. Just how you like it. You've run here all on your own, and there's nothing tying you down, It would be so easy to pick up and start running again. It's freeing, It's terrifying. You could run, but you're choosing to stay.

You stood perfectly still in the middle of the cleaned office. You’d managed to digitize everything important and left only the essentials in the filing cabinet. That was the most amazing part, all that paper and mess fit into one filing cabinet now. It had taken you almost the entire three months of your trial period, with only a week left to your time limit. 

You fidgeted nervously at the mouth of the garage, Cole was busy organizing spare parts and hadn't noticed your presents yet. 

“You need help with that?” you finally asked, spurring yourself forward. It was just Cole, you had no reason to be nervous when it came to him. That reasoning didn’t calm your nerves. You’d spent so much time working on this project and you were worried he wouldn’t have the same enthusiasm that you did. Cole jumped at the sound of your voice and whipped around to look at you. 

“Oh it’s just you, sure, take this box and move it to the back,” he said, nodding toward a box.

“You’re jumpy, I keep scaring you,” you teased, Lifting the box and moving it where he wanted. 

“Guess I’m just still not used to having someone else in here with me, I’m used to getting lost in my head and not getting interrupted,” he said.

“What were you thinking about today?” you asked. 

“Would it be creepy if I said I was thinking about you?” he asked,

“Depends, were you thinking creepy things about me? You asked. 

“No, I’m just glad to have you here, you’re good to have around I hope you decide to stay,” he said, his words made your heart flutter. 

“Well you’re about to like having me around a lot more,” you boasted, Cole looked confused, then it seemed to click. 

“Are you finished with the office?” he asked disbelievingly. You nodded excitedly and Cole ran off to see for himself. 

“This is incredible!” he cheered. You breathed a sigh of relief at his praise. 

“Thank you, you better never let it get that bad again or I’ll kill you.”

Cole was so thrilled with the results that he offered you the rest of the day off, which you gladly accepted. Not that you had anything to do with that free time, you ended up just wandering around town. 

In the center of town, there was a big open park, lush green grass dotted with benches and shade trees. In the park, there was a Gazebo and a cobblestone plaza right up against each other. It was a nice little park, and something was going on there. 

You first noticed the people picking up trash. There was a group of about ten teenagers all wearing bright Blue shirts with VOLUNTEER written across their backs. You kept walking but you couldn't stop noticing the people at the park. After the trash patrol came decorations, orange and white streamers tied around trees, Bubble lights strung between branches and around the Gazebo, and the benches even got a fresh coat of paint. 

Then the flyers, “Come Join us for Sunfield’s Annual Founders Day Celebration!”

“What's Founders day?” you asked your mom showing her a flier you’d poached,

“You went once as a kid don’t you remember?” she asked. You thought, all your memories of visiting your mother as a child were fuzzy, you couldn’t tell one year from the next. Eventually, you gave up on trying to remember. 

“No,”

“Well the town gets together, meet up at the plaza and it’s a big plaza, Mike- the guy who owns that pizza place off on ninth and main? He caters to the whole thing and everyone brings their things like drinks and stuff it’s a big potluck, and then theirs a dance, supposedly it’s supposed to be for the folks who settled this town but that’s not the point, people like to throw parties I guess,” your mom explained, she had started her explanation with a smile, but it had faltered by the end. 

“I used to go every year before I got sick,” she said and her words hung in the air for a minute, “I didn’t thank you enough-”

“Stop, mom, You don’t have to keep thanking me,” you cut her off. You felt the scar across your stomach from the surgery tingle. “I was happy to do it.” 

The silence crept back into the conversation. 

“You should go this year, if you’re feeling up to it,” you said, breaking the silence. 

“I think I will, that would be nice,” she agreed, she looked at you in a silent question, 

“Maybe next time, I’m not much of a dancer anyways,” you said, the park was very pretty, you were sure it was even better in the dark, but you wanted nothing to do with it. You didn’t think you could stand trying to play nice with that many people. Your mom just nodded. 

“I didn’t think so, it’s not your thing,” she leaned in conspiratorially. “A lot of young girls bring dates to this kind of thing,”  she raised her eyebrows. 

“Scandalous,” you said. “What about you Mom? Do you ever bring dates to thins kind of thing?” 

“Not since your father,” you should have guessed the answer, but you still recoiled from her words a little bit. 

“Maybe you should find a nice man to go with you,” you suggested. She laughed and batted at your arm

“Oh stop, I’m too old to go out like that, what would the neighbors think?” she protested,

“Never said it had to be a date, I’d just feel better if I knew there was someone with you, it would be fun to go with someone else wouldn’t it?” you teased, your mother giggled and waved you off, 

“Don’t be silly,” she scolded. “I’ll think about it,” she added. You hoped she would. 

“Am I going to see you at the Founders Day Celebration?” Cole asked. He had to shout to make you hear him. You were under a car draining the oil, the pan filled, you put the plug back in and you pulled yourself forward out from under the car.

“Nope, my mom is going through, make sure you say hi to her,” you said. 

“That’ll be nice, she hasn’t been in a while,” Cole commented, helping you up. 

“Yeah that’s what she said, I think it’ll make her happy to get dressed up for a night and see all of her friends, It makes her happy to see her friends,” you said. 

“It makes her happy to see you happy too, I bet,” Cole added, “she talked about you all the time when you came,” you were surprised at that information. 

“When did you talk to my mom about me?” you asked. Cole just shrugged and focused his attention on pouring fresh oil into the car. 

“Her transmission crapped out on her, I toed the car over here and fixed her up, she was in a real rush, she said her daughter was coming into town soon and she needed the car running in case she needed to pick you up,” he said. You got a warm feeling in your chest at the story. 

“Didn’t know she talked about me,” you said, and turned away before he could see the embarrassed look on your face. 

“So if you’re not going to the celebration, do you have any other plans tomorrow night?” Cole asked. You paused, was he going to ask him out again? 

“I was planning on taking a hot bath, thought it might help with some of the knots in my shoulders, and then curl up with a good book I guess,” you said, your plans weren’t anything you couldn’t cancel.

“Sounds like fun,” he said smiling, “it’s supposed to be cold tomorrow night, good for staying in,” he didn’t say anything more about it. 

You felt ridiculous, you’d shot him down, and now you were upset that he had listened to you and was being respectful of your space? If you wanted to be with Cole you should ask him out yourself. You weren’t ready to take that kind of leap, you didn’t even know what you were more scared of, him saying no or him saying yes. 

You thought about the horseback riding, you could picture the two of you doing things like that more often. The thought made you happy, but then you thought about home, your real home, Cole and the life you wanted to live were things that couldn’t coexist. 

#werewolf x reader #werewolf boyfriend #fem reader #monster lover #monster x reader #monster romance