#for weeks she will talk about how smart her boyfriend is and how knowing another language can open so many barriers for technology

[myysaints]

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 — x. thorpe

XAVIER THORPE x f!reader

⌗︙・ summary — xavier’s into you. like into into you. but unfortunately, you aren’t quite on the same page.

contains — miscommunication, slight slight angst, fluff ending, pining from both ends... just dumb idiots unknowingly in love with each other <3

notes — i am so obsessed with this man and this gif you don't understand. also, requests are open!

You’re tired.

It’s been an exhausting past few weeks; Between helping Wednesday with her investigations, worrying about being a victim of untimely death yourself, and on top of all that, keeping up with your academics, you’ve hardly had the time to even so much as think about Rave’N.

“Wait, what do you mean you don’t have a date?!”

You shrug at Enid, who gapes at you in askance. “I just don’t. Really, Enid, it’s not that big of a deal.”

It’s a Saturday, and you, Wednesday, Enid, and Xavier are seated on a grassy patch - A brief respite from the flurry of school.

“I mean, it’s only one of the most important social events of like, the century!” Enid exclaims.

From beside you, Xavier snorts. “C’mon, Enid, it’s not that big of a deal.”

He turns to you now, eyebrows raised. “Though i am surprised that no one’s asked you out yet.”

Unbeknownst to you, satisfaction bubbles in the long haired boy’s heart. It's not that he’s happy nobody has asked you to the dance - It’s just that it means he still can.

But your nonchalant reply sends his heart racing. “I never said I didn’t get asked out. I just said no.”

Shit. Xavier frowns, avoiding your gaze. So people have asked you out. Of course, what was he thinking? You’re only the most beautiful girl in Nevermore. How could he even delude himself into thinking you didn’t have boys falling at your feet?

Of course, you’d turn him down too. Why wouldn’t you? You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re kind, you’re gorgeous… and him? Well, he’s just there. By your side.

Your best friend.

What would happen if you said no to him, like all those other guys? There’s no way your friendship could recover from that, no, not at all.

The only thing worse than not being your boyfriend was not being your friend at all.

“-I mean, I don’t… I don’t even know what to say!”

Xavier blinks, snapping out of his daze. He sees Enid shaking her head, at an utter loss for words as she says, “You turned down… all those guys? Why?!”

All you do is shrug, and Xavier swears you glance his way before replying, “I guess… I guess I’m just waiting for the right guy to ask.”

You don’t see Xavier much after that.

If you’re being honest, you're a little disappointed. It’s only five days to Rave’N, and you still don’t have a date. Not that it matters much; After all, you’re perfectly content going on your own. It’s just…

Well, you were hoping a certain long haired artist would ask you to accompany him. But you’re quickly realising that that wish was going to stay that way - Just a wish.

A hopeless, desperate wish.

You curse under your breath as you leave yet another class without speaking to Xavier. It’s almost as if he’s been intentionally avoiding you, though for what reason, you haven’t the faintest clue.

Did you do something wrong? Was it something you said? Something you wore?

Come to think of it, he’s been distant ever since Saturday. Saturday. What happened on Saturday? God, all you can remember is that picnic with Enid and Wednesday, talking about the Rave’N, and… and…

God, what is it?!

You have half a mind to walk over to his dorm and demand for him to open up, but what good would that do? Xavier’s made it abundantly clear that he has no interest in conversing with you, so why should you be the one putting in all the effort when he-

“Y/N!”

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

You turn, forcing an unimpressed look on your face despite the fact that your heart is beating a mile per minute.

To your surprise, Xavier looks nervous. Perhaps the most nervous you’ve ever see him - You don’t even think he was this anxious at the Poe Cup. He’s holding something behind his back, you note. Something pink. And green.

You eye him warily. “Xavier, what is it?”

He walks up to you, hands still clasped firmly behind him. “Look, I… Fuck, this is harder than I thought it was gonna be-”

You feel a sinking pit of dread in your stomach. Your head spins, and your voice cracks as you stutter, “Xavier, are you… Are you friendship breaking up with me right now?”

His eyes widen, almost comically so, and he’s frantically shaking his head. “What?! No, no, of course not!”

He tugs his hand through his hair haphazardly, one hand letting go of whatever he’s holding. You must be dreaming, because you think you see a pink petal float to the ground.

…Flowers?

You don’t mean for your voice to be so wobbly, but it is, as you say, “Xavier, I don’t… I don’t understand. You ignore me for days - No texts, no calls, nothing. You wouldn’t even look at me in the hallways! And now all of a sudden, you’re here… with flowers?”

He blinks, glancing down to the small pile of petals that have fallen off, and groans.

“Fuck,” he mutters lowly. “God, this is not how it was supposed to go-”

“hHw was what supposed to go?” you ask, perplexed.

“God, I knew this wasn’t a good idea, I knew it, I-”

“Xavier!” you exclaim, your heart lurching in confusion and exasperation and everything in between. “What is going on?!”

“I like you!”

And everything stops.

“I like you, Y/N, I like you so much it… it hurts, okay? And I wanted to ask you to the Rave’N with me, that’s what all these… The flowers, this whole thing was about. I just couldn’t stand being around you and knowing that you don’t have a date to the Rave’N ‘cause it - shit - it drove me crazy. But it was stupid, I get it, it was stupid of me to do this, and I understand if you wanna pretend like this never happened, but I just need you to know that I love y-!”

Your lips are on him before he can even finish his sentence. It feels like everything’s on fire; His hands are on your hips, and then they're moving around your waist, and you’re being lifted off your tiptoes, and he’s kissing you back, and it’s-

Xavier is breathing hard when you break away, his face flushed.

You smile, and he bites his lip, looking at you bashfully. “So... Is that a yes?”

You laugh, nodding as you thread your fingers in his. You blush when he raises your linked hands to press a kiss your knuckles.

“Yes, Xavier,” you mumble out, feeling him smile in between kisses. “A thousand times, yes.”

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier wednesday x reader #percy hynes white #percy hynes white x reader #wednesday fanfic #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier wednesday #xavier x you #xavier thorpe x you #˖⁺‧₊˚ 📂 ── my writing #꒰ ⁺‧₊˚ [🍰] miscellaneous

[corroded-hellfire]

Hi gorgeous a fic request idea it's my first time requesting so sorry if I'm doing it wrong! What about reader being insecure about herself and worrying she's not smart or hot enough for Eddie and it's just Eddie being confused bc how could she think that wen he's the town freak?? and then reassuring her and just lots of fluff

Ah, this is so relatable! I know I need Eddie to reassure me. Also, the only way to request wrong is by being rude and you most definitely were not 💕

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You’re not sure what caused the recent feeling of inadequacy, but you just can’t shake it. The last few weeks it feels like a storm has been rolling in bit by bit, always adding something new to the pile of things you already dislike about yourself. The little things that have always irked you in the back of your mind steadily keep making their way forward, pushing and shoving like there’s a clearance sale on your happiness and they want first dibs. 

It doesn’t matter that your grades are holding steady because you answered a question wrong in class today when the teacher called on you. You’re such an idiot. There’s a new pimple growing in like a second head near your lips. You’re so gross. The weather be damned, your hair is going to look a wreck rain or shine. You’re such a mess. The clothes the other girls wear are flattering and beautiful, making yours look like dirty dish rags in comparison. You’re such a loser. 

Despite trying your damnedest to hide how you’re feeling from the world, your boyfriend knows you too well for that. Eddie notices the way you lose focus, your attention drifting somewhere else—internally, he’s afraid. 

Your latest zone out is while the two of you are sitting on his couch, watching a movie. A part that you’ve laughed at a million times before comes on and Eddie can tell your brain hasn’t even registered what’s on screen. He keeps stealing glances at you from the corner of his eye, growing more concerned each time. Eventually, he can’t take it anymore. 

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

“Hmm?” You’re broken out of your stupor and meet Eddie’s gaze with glassy eyes.

“What’s going on?” he asks, concern etched deep into his brow.

“What do you mean?” You know your attempt at playing dumb won’t work either—on top of everything else, you’re a shit actress too. 

“You’ve seemed sad lately. Kind of…distant,” Eddie says, taking care to choose his words carefully. He doesn’t want you to feel as if he’s interrogating you but wants to convey his genuine worry and concern.  

Shame floods your body as you realize Eddie has noticed your change lately. Just another thing for you to feel bad about. You shift awkwardly, moving out from under Eddie’s arm, where you were nestled comfortably. 

“N-Nothing’s wrong.”

Eddie gives you a disbelieving look. You can’t blame him; that was some pretty shitty bluffing.

“Sweetheart,” he starts, “you think I don’t know you well enough to tell when something’s wrong? When you’re lying?”

“You do,” you admit, voice low and soft. 

It’s a mutual instinct, though, as you can read Eddie just as well. The sadness in his eyes cracks your heart in two, knowing you’re what’s causing it. 

“Talk to me,” Eddie says, taking one of your hands. He holds your hand in both of his and gently massages it. “What’s wrong?” 

“I don’t know,” you say with a shrug, trying to avoid his eyes. “I just feel…off lately.”

“How so?”

Embarrassment grows inside of you, blooming like a flower—or maybe a weed. It’s hard for you to bring yourself to tell Eddie the truth–it just makes you feel even more pathetic than you already are. There’s no use trying to keep it from him any longer, though. 

“Like I’m not…enough.”

“Enough? Enough of what?” Eddie’s brow furrows in confusion as he keeps rubbing his thumbs along the back of your hands. 

“Well, enough for you,” you admit as you feel your cheeks burn with the humiliation that the truth brings.

“Me?” Eddie’s eyebrows pinch together, and he shakes his head. “I don’t understand.”

You breathe out a defeated sigh that breaks Eddie’s heart and take your hand from his grasp. 

“I see all the other girls,” you say, anger creeping into your tone. Not anger at Eddie or at the other girls; anger at yourself for being so inferior. “They’re so pretty and smart and I can’t help but wonder why you want to be with me.”

Every word you say confuses and shocks Eddie even further.

“You…huh?” Eddie says, mind not able to comprehend what’s going on. In his mind, there is not a single dimension or alternate reality where you aren’t enough for him. It’s simply not possible. 

“I’m not hot enough for you,” you say with a sniffle and a shrug. “Or smart enough. Or nice enough, or funny enough—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Eddie says, waving his hands in front of him. “You’re not serious, are you?”

The look on your face and the tears about to spill from your eyes when you look at him tell him that you are, though. Eddie can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle and shake his head.

Your brow furrows at his laughter and a tear escapes your eye and makes its way down your cheek. Panic flashes in Eddie’s eyes when he sees your reaction and he’s quick to remedy the situation. 

“Oh, no, no!” he says. His hands come up to cup your face and his thumb wipes away your rogue tear. “I don’t think it’s funny. Well, in a way I kind of do. You think you’re not enough for me? Sweetheart, you really have no idea how amazing you are, do you?” When your only reply is another sniffle, Eddie sighs. “I don’t understand how you could think that,” he says. “You do know you’re dating the town freak, right?”

“But you’re not,” you insist defiantly. 

“And you’re not all those mean things you think about yourself.” He lets his hands fall down to your lap and takes your smaller ones in his. “Babe, you’re so insanely hot I can’t even believe you noticed me.”

Eddie chuckles and squeezes your hands. “And aren’t you the one always helping me with homework? Don’t I always get better grades when you help me?”

Eddie sighs and leans forward to rest his forehead against yours. You’re both quiet for a few moments. Eddie lets his eyes slip closed for a second before looking at you once again.  

“I hate that you’ve been feeling so down about yourself. I wish you saw yourself like I do. You’d see that you’re the most beautiful, wonderful woman in the world. Who is smart, who is kind, who is funny, who is everything she tells herself she’s not.” He leans in and presses a soft, sweet kiss against your lips. “I love you. I love you more than anything else in the world,” he tells you.

“I love you, too,” you reply in a whisper, tear tracks staining your cheeks. 

“Now, look at me,” Eddie says. He sits up straight and looks you in the eye.

“I am,” you say in a small voice.

“Am I lying?”

You know him so well, know when he’s telling even the slightest fib. But there’s no sign of that in Eddie’s eyes nor on his face at all. 

“No,” you admit.

“Come here,” Eddie says with a sigh, opening his arms for you.

Immediately you fall into them and nuzzle your face against his shirt. It’s your safe place; everything is always better when your head is on Eddie’s chest.

“Promise you’ll tell me when you have these thoughts, yeah?” he asks and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “And I’ll remind you that they’re not true. That you’re my gorgeous, brilliant girl. Promise me?”

“I promise,” you say, tilting your head up to look him in the eye.

He kisses your lips a few times, punctuating the message of his words. 

“You're my favorite,” he whispers against your mouth as you part. 

“Favorite what?”

“Everything.”

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[bleedingoptimism]

Steve only agreed to go out with Tommy after their parents set them up because he “owed” his dad for ruining a potential business partnership for him at a dinner party.

To the rest of the guests, the man had just tripped and embarrassed himself but he knew and Steve knew and Steve’s dad knew: Steve had tripped him. But the guy had groped his ass when he crossed him on his way to the bathroom. He had it coming.

And even if his father had agreed with him after Steve told him the truth, he still needed help landing another client since his most profitable opportunity turned out to be a big ol’ creep. A date with another client’s son. Young, rich, good-looking, a single dad. It didn’t sound that bad.

And so Steve met Tommy. 

At first, Tommy was… good. He was charming, cute, a praiser and a joker but the more Steve got to know the less he liked. After a while the compliments stopped and the commanding requests began. Get me this, pick this up, cook me, blow me, dress me, feed me, drive me, me, me, me.

But if Steve wanted or needed something? Tommy was sooo tired and busy. He hadn’t even made an effort to meet Steve’s friends yet. Plus he was always making Steve feel dumb and unimportant, saying his job was silly, even if Steve made almost as much money as him with fewer hours.

Telling him not to ‘worry his pretty head about it’ when Steve asked for clarifications or wouldn’t talk to him about work because Steve ‘wouldn’t get it’. He talked down on Steve all the time and offered him money to “buy himself something nice” in a degrading manner as if Steve was nothing more than arm candy for him.

The worst part was when he realized Tommy… wasn't funny. At all. All his jokes were based on making fun of other people. And he was the only one who laughed at them. He was no better than a bully. He… kind of sucked.

And Steve would’ve loved to never have to see him again. But the problem was he had fallen in love with Tommy’s daughter, Tarja. Because Tommy might have been a terrible boyfriend but at least he was a good enough father. So the weeks Tommy got Tarja, Steve spent most of his time with her. 

She was just a delight. Cute, smart, and actually funny. She had the most deadpan sarcastic humor a 6-year-old could manage and it cracked him up. She was also super creative and loved drawing, reading, bedtime tales, and coming up with stories of her own.

Her emotional maturity was impressive, better than her father’s actually, and one of Steve’s favorite things about her. He’d never forget the day he went to pick her up from school and she’d been upset. When Steve asked her how he could help she had calmly explained what had happened, how it made her feel, and what she could do about it… over ice cream, obviously. It made him wonder what kind of person her other dad was like because she had clearly not learned how to communicate like that from Tommy.

And the thing is, Steve had always wanted a kid, ever since he was young all he wanted was a family and even if Tommy wasn’t great he just couldn’t make himself leave the connection he felt with Tarja. And he couldn’t just come out to Tommy and say: ‘Hey I wanna break up, but I’d love to keep seeing your kid,’ that would land him at best a punch, at worst in jail.

There was also the fact that, no matter how much he tried to deflect, Tommy’s comments were starting to get to him. Maybe Tommy was as good as he’d get, maybe he was dumb and uninteresting and the only thing he had going for him was his looks, maybe this was his only chance for a family. So he stuck it out. Cherished the times when they were all together.

And then he met Eddie.

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[missuswalker]

A kinky smut session with Kai Anderson where the girlfriend reader kinda uses pain to cope with bad stuff in her life and Kai provides it to her every time she needs it by giving her a good spanking session over his knee? 🔥👀

𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𓃔 summary: kai can tell something is on your mind, and he knows exactly how to distract you

𓃔 warnings: smut, spanking, mix of degrading and praise, piv

𓃔 notes: marry me

“does anyone know why i’m telling you this?” kai asks, looking around the dimly-lit living room. there’s a thick silence, almost suffocating. “fine. y/n will tell you.” kai sighs, pursing his lips. everyone turns to look at you, though you weren’t thinking about them. you hadn’t even heard kai. you’d been caught up in your own head.

a fist slams onto the table, causing you to jump. your attention is now on kai, an agitated look on his face. “what?” you ask, eyes dull and unconcentrated. his annoyance is evident in the twitch of his eyebrow. “i was asking you to explain something, but you seem to be distracted.”

you glance around the room, eyes all on you. “sorry,” you mumble, sitting up straighter. kai says nothing, but his dark eyes bore into your soul. he soon moves on with his speech, wether it was encouraging or fear fueling, you didn’t know.

winter flashes you a look, silently asking if you were okay. you ignore her, continuing to half-listen to your boyfriends plans and threats. as soon as his little meeting was over, you left to his room, dropping down onto his bed. you’d been struggling to get things done recently, thoughts constantly creeping into your mind.

kai knew this, of course, he just wasn’t going to do anything about it. until now.

“get up.”

his cold voice was enough to make you obey, sitting at his side on the edge of his bed. he glances over you, narrowing his eyebrows. after a moment of complete silence, he holds his pinky out to you. hesitantly, you wrap your own around his. “tell me what’s been on your mind.”

you think a moment, ultimately shaking your head. “nothing,” you say, your voice soft. “don’t lie to me!” kai shouts, getting in your face. “you know how this works. don’t. lie.” you nod, flinching as his spit hits your cheek. “i’m just tired. i’m not thinking about anything specific, i’m just having a bad week,” you admit, not expecting him to care.

of course he didn’t care that you were having a bad week. he did care about you, though.

he takes his pinky from yours, jaw clenched. “you weren’t listening to me at all today. i’m going to have to punish you for that.” he stared you down. as soon as you blinked, he was pushing you down, stomach over his legs, knee right under your hips. he knew exactly what he was doing.

your pants and underwear were now around your ankles, a loud smack emitting from his hand meeting your ass in a quick spank, the sting bringing a small whimper out of your. “how many do you think you deserve for your behavior today?” he asks, though he didn’t intend listening to anything you had to say, his hand meeting your ass again in a clap.

this happened eight more times before he pushed you up, kicking you backwards onto the bed. “kai, i-” before you can finish, you feel a sharp burn in your cheek. he’d slapped you. “shut up. you don’t want to talk, embarrass me in front of everyone, then you will stay fucking quiet,” he growls, spreading your legs.

your eyes flicker to his hardened dick, pushing through the fabric restraints of his pants. “you’re so smart, why do you act like a dumb, clueless bitch? huh? you made me look stupid today.” he slides the sweats down to his thighs, as well as his boxers. his cock springs free, and he wastes no time, shoving it deep into your already-slick pussy.

the sharp pain of the stretch causes you to moan, earning another salad from kai. “i said shut the fuck up!” he shouts. you cover your mouth with a shaky hand, kai giving you little time to adjust, ramming in and out of you. your mind turned foggy, the pain turning to pleasure. “you like it, don’t you? need me to distract you with my cock,” he huffs, fingers digging into your hips.

your eyes roll back, reaching up to grab his arm, trying to bring yourself back into reality, but he was fucking you senseless. the sound of skin slapping and the smell of sex were the only two things in your mind at the moment, that and kai. he grunts as you squeeze around him, his hips rocking into yours at an ungodly pace.

unplanned, the two of you finish at the same time, your silence coming to an end as you call out his name, his hot seed filling you. he continues to fuck his cum into you, finally collapsing when he can’t go on anymore. he lays next to you for only a minute, and then he’s off again, throwing on his clothes.

“get some sleep. you’ll be fine.”

me after thinking i posted this yesterday but it was just in my google docs:

ALSO, BECAUSE I WROTE IT IN GOOGLE DOCS AND COPY SND PATED IT THE FORMAT IS WEIRD?? IGNORE IT FOR NOW, ILL KEEP WRITING ON THE APP FROM NOW ON

#x reader #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson #kai anderson smut #kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson cult #ahs x reader #ahs cult #american horror story cult #american horror story #evan peters smut #evan peters x reader #evan peters #tate langdon x reader #kit walker x reader #james march x reader #kyle spencer x reader #jimmy darling x reader

[munsonsprincess11111]

But he's my goof

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: Eddie has beeb dating you for 5 months.in his friend's eyes Eddie has no game.so one day Eddie walks over to the hellfire table and Gareth is sat batching about not having a girlfriend so he askes Eddie how he pulled u. Honestly Eddie doesn't know so he asks u.

You and Eddie have been dating happily for 5 months. He loves you. You love him. You go in dates. You go to his gigs at the hideout even stay after closing and help him out. You go to hellfire. But there's one thing the club can't get there head around. How Eddie actually managed to pull you.

Your grungy. Your pretty. Your smart. You like metal music. How did Eddie pull someone so perfect. The man walked into a mirror in drama class once. So how.

"I'm gonna die alone. Women hate me." Gareth complains for the sixth time this week about not having a girlfriend. It's only Wednesday. Eddie walks over placing his lunch box on the table. "What's he bitching about now?" HE askes.

"He's saying he's gonna die alone cause no girls wanna date him." Jeff answers. Eddie nods and looks at Gareth. "What about tilly she would date you." Eddie askes throwing a pretzel in the air trying to catch it in his mouth but missing.

"How did you pull y/n?" Gareth says not even noticing he'd said his thought. Eddie shoots Gareth a glare and the rest of hellfire look at Gareth. Everyone can see Gareth realise what he said. The instant regret in his face.

"NO fucking clue." Eddie says going back to throwing pretzels tryna catch them in his mouth. Failing again. Everyone at the table look at Eddie as he replied calmly. He looked up at there shocked faces.

"What I don't. I'm a complete dope. I'm known as the town freak. I'm als kid. No one in school likes me. I dress like I'm homeless. I smoke. I occasionally drink. I'm failing. N I'm really fucking stupid." Eddie says getting cut off.

"Who's really fucking stupid?" You ask walking up behind Eddie as he throws a pretzel not noticing you. You grab it in your hand and eat it yourself smirking at your boyfriend who has furrowed brows.

"First. I'm really fucking stupid. Second. MY PRETZEL!" Eddie says looking up at you. You kiss his quickly and then sit next to him.

"And why are we talking about Eddie stupidity?" You ask taking another one of Eddie's pretzels.

"Well she's y/n she can answer. Y/n? How the fuck did I pull you?" Eddie askes looking her seriously in the eyes.

Everyone's eyes are on you. "Expand..." You say looking at Eddie and only Eddie.

"Like Gareth can't get a girlfriend. However. The town freak who's failing school who everyone hates and is failing school manages to get the most perfect girlfriend in the world." Eddie says handing u a mini pretzel.

"Yeah what the fuck you see in munson?" Gareth askes. Everyone's eyes back on Gareth. Eddie throws a pretzel and it hits him in the head. You giggle at Eddie.

"First. Your the most perfect boyfriend eds. Second. I dunno he's hot. Funny. N is nice to me." You say looking at Eddie. Eddie smiles at your response. Then Gareth speaks again.

"But he's a complete dopey goof." Everyone looking at him again as he can not shut up. Your still looking at Eddie who's death glaring Gareth.

"But he's my goof." You say quietly Eddie then looking back at you his face immediately changing to smiling. He takes your hand in his leans over and places a sloppy kiss on your lips making his friend's make gagging noises. "I love you" he whispers kissing your neck. "I love you too" you whisper back.

Eddie then sits back in his seat pulling your chair closer to him so he can put his arm around your shoulders. 10 minutes later a girl approaches the hellfire table. "HEY your Gareth right?" She askes Gareth. He nods looking at the table with a look of panic on his face.

"Umm I'm in your science class. Names Emily." She says smiling. "Yeah I know hi Emily." HE answers looking flustered.

"I was wondering if you'd wanna maybe go on a date this Saturday?" She askes smiling at Gareth. Gareth looks to his friends everyone eyes on him. Him still looking flustered. "Well answer the lovely lady Gareth. So sorry. He's a pussy when it comes to girls." Eddie says teasing the boy.

You lift your head from his shoulder and hit his chest. He puts his hands up in defeat before putting his arm back around your shoulder pulling you back into his side.

"Umm yeah sure. I can pick you up around 6 we could go get food?" Gareth askes playing eith his fingers.

"Sounds great I'll give u my address tomorrow. See you then." Emily says waving smiling and walking off. The table goes silent as everyone stares at Gareth. "Eddie?" Gareth askes. "Mm?" Eddie answers looking confused.

"Who asked who out with you and y/n." HE askes Eddie.

"We hung out a lot and one day she was talking snd I just kissed her. And KABOOM. Relationship ship." Eddie says smirking his arm still around you.

"Your absolutely unbelievable." You say with your head on his shoulder.

"Funny you told me that last night when I made you-" Eddie speaks tryna be smug but you slap your hand over his mouth.

"I'm leaving. See you all tomorrow." You say getting up taking your hand of Eddie's mouth. "Wait wait wait." Eddie says getting up to running off. Then running back to get his stuff.

The tables watching you walk off as Eddie grabbed his stuff. "Whyd she wipe her hands on her jeans?" Dustin and Gareth ask in sync. Eddie looks up going to run. "Cause I licked her hand." HE says before running after you. Earning grunts and groans of disgust from the table. "Y/n baby! It was a joke common trouble.!" HE shouts after you.

"I STILL DONT SEE HOW THAT PULLED HER." Gareth half yells painting at Eddie. Eddie heard and gave him the middle finger as he ran out the door. The doors were glass and you were stood outside of them. They could see you both.

Eddie dropped his stuff bringing his hands to your waist kissing you. Pushing you against the wall. Your hands went around his neck keeping him close and then in his hair.

Nancy being stood next to Mike hearing what Gareth had to say was able to answer for you. "Because he loves her and is not afraid to show it. And she loves him and all his weird tweeks."

They all look back at you to see Eddie picking his lunch box up and handing it to you. You look at him confused. Then he throws you Iver his shoulder. Your laughing. And attempting to keep some hold on him as Eddie walks off with you over his shoulder.

"He's her goof. And they love eachother. A hole fucking lot."

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[faithshouseofchaos]

bit of a random request but how about a fic where you're Pierre girlfriends' best friend and he ends up falling in love with u? cringy, but it would be fun to read lmao and I feel like you could do an amazing job!

Complicated feelings— Pierre Gasly x reader

Ok so this isn’t Halloween related but I just had to do it

@80sloverry @pierregazly @lollypop90907 @norrisleclercf1 @norizznorris @toasttt11 @wolfsbanesbite

This song was on repeat as I wrote this 😭 I love this song tho

Complicated feelings

When you and your friend moved out to Milan Italy she met a Formula One driver named Pierre Gasly they immediately hit it off and after a few months of hanging out and going on dates getting to know one another they started dating. You were happy for her Pierre was a pretty decent guy and you weren’t going to deny it but he was pretty good-looking.

Soon after the two of them started dating he started coming along with the two of you when you were having either a girl's night or day out which turned into your third wheeling. He even came around for movie nights which were you and your friend thing it was always just the two of you. With Pierre always being around and always being nice to you it was hard not to develop feelings for your friend’s boyfriend but what you didn’t know was that Pierre was having the same issue.

Pierre loved your friend. He loved how kind, caring , loving and how incredibly smart she was but he wasn’t in love with her. He knew what a jackass he was for getting into a relationship with someone just to fall in love with her best friend.

You and your best friend were complete opposites. She radiated pretty princess energy and you were more like rabid raccoon energy always getting into trouble. But ever since the two of you became friends she mellowed you out and you brought her crazy fun side out, she was sunshine and you were moonlight, sunshine, and sunshine protector, you were a Sagittarius and she was a Libra she was great talking to guys and you sucked at it big time but you both just worked.

After a few months of pining for a boy who you decided to put yourself out of your comfort zone, you decided to go out on a date. Your friend helped you get ready while getting ready Pierre stopped by to spend some time with your friend before he had to leave for race week. When Pierre walked into your room he thought you looked beautiful and that whoever was going out with you tonight was lucky. Pierre secretly wished that it was him taking you to dinner.

“Wow y/n you look really beautiful tonight”

“I know doesn’t she clean up pretty nice”

“Thank you guys your the best”

Finishing up for your date Pierre answered the door and saw the guy you were going out with and instantly recognized him he was one of Red Bull’s machines. Walking out of your room you see your date Pierre handed you your coat and told you to have fun.

Coming home from your date you found Pierre sitting on the couch watching TV he told you that your friend had gone to bed.

“So did you enjoy your date tonight?” Pierre asked, wanting to vomit.

“Yes I had a great time,” you said well I’m exhausted and I'm gonna go get ready for bed.

You took off your shoes, makeup and you let your hair down combing through it and putting it up in a loose ponytail only to remember that you had to be zipped up into your dress and your friend was asleep. Walking back out into the living seeing that Pierre was still awake.

“Hey Pierre this is kinda embarrassing but can you help me real quick?”

“Yeah sure what is it?”

“I need my dress unzipped please and you are the only other person awake”

“Of course,” Pierre said standing up he motioned for you to turn around once you did his hands went to the zipper on your dress. He was standing so close to you that you could feel his body heat and his breath on the back of your neck. Pierre only zipped the zipper down enough so that you could finish pulling it down in your room.

Veering around to look at you noticed how close the two of you were.

“Thank you” you whispered

“You welcome,” Pierre said he was so close to you that all you both had to do was lean a little forward and your lips would have touched. The only thing going through your head at that moment was the fact that if you did this kiss him you’d be a bad friend. Instead, you turned your head and kissed his cheek before going back to your room feeling incredibly guilty.

Why did I have to develop complicated feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? You asked before going to bed.

A few weeks have gone by since that night. You’d just gotten home from work and found your friend upset packing her bags.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You asked

“Pierre broke up with me,” she said

“Do you know why?”

“He said that even though he loved me he wasn’t in love and that wasn’t fair for me to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t love me”

“I’m sorry where are you going?”

“I’m going home for a while to clear my head. I don't know when or if I’ll be back” your friend said, giving you one last hug before she left for good.

A couple of hours later you found yourself eating some take and drinking a bottle of wine that Pierre’s friend Daniel gave you when heard a frantic knock at your door. Getting you you open the door to see a disheveled Pierre standing on the other side.

“What are you doing here?” You asked

“Doing something that I’ve been wanting to do since forever” Pierre says before grabbing your face and kissing you. Without breaking the kiss you pulled Pierre in the door and he kicked it closed.

One thing was for sure complicated feelings suck and you were truly a bad friend.

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[rrenzwrld]

sound of my heart II

second part! read first part here

may or may not be dragging this but…i’d probably write one more part after this and it’ll be it so, enjoy!

all of you are beautiful, kind, smart, and more than capable. love you guys!

the sound of my heart calls out to you, are you listening?

“nah, we’ll see when he text back.” luckily the message was still on delivered so he hasn’t seen it yet. “you need to learn how to open your mouth when it comes to these niggas. that’s why you keep running into problem after problem. shit, knock them in the head if you need to, they’ll get it.” while you knew deja was right and you and your boyfriend had multiple problems and misunderstandings when it came to communicating, it wasn’t in you to try to start things on your own. but this time and with a little push, you had no choice

ony had eventually read the message and responded saying that he was on the way. although jadeja and taylor wanted to stick around to see how you’d really handle the situation, they ended up leaving the two of you alone.

“you said you wanted to talk to me about something? make it quick, i got practice in an hour.” now that you were on a time limit, you were pushed farther away from what you knew you were supposed to do.

“did you…change your cologne recently?” ony tilted his head in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

“nah, why?”

“you didn’t smell how you normally smell so i just thought you were trying something different.”

“how do i smell?” like someone else.

“just different.” ony nodded, looking into a blank space on the walls of your room.

“cool, is that all?” of course you wanted to say more but because you prioritized your boyfriend’s time over your own right now, you opted to let it go and hoped to forget about it over time. so you shook your head and watched him get up and head towards the door. “hug?” you gave in and hugged him for another time that day, realizing that he had a completely different outfit on fitting for the practice he’d have in less than an hour. but the smell still lingered and the words itching to escape your throat couldn’t be withheld any longer.

“who…is she?” you whispered against his collarbone as you slowly pulled away from him.

“what?”

“who is she? and why do you smell like her?” it was as if your soul left your body. you hadn’t acknowledged how shaky your voice had become.

“what the fuck are you talking about?”

“who is she? and why do you smell like her?” you repeated but with more confidence in your voice. “just answer me, ony.”

“there is no ‘she’, y/n. i don’t know what the hell you’re going on about but i gotta go.” before you could say anything else, ony had left as quickly as he came. like you thought, trying to step out of your comfort zone to confront a man who had a hard time listening to you in the first place was a complete waste of your time.

weeks had gone by and you didn’t have the energy to do much of anything but go to class, get food, and come back to your room. of course you’d hang out with jadeja and taylor occasionally, but you couldn’t shake the fact that you hadn’t talked to your boyfriend in weeks even after he left for another one of his away games. you weren’t even sure if he was your boyfriend anymore. the last conversation you had with him was the first time you ever thought to speak up to what you had an issue with and you never thought that would be the one time it crashes everything.

“it’s the fact he hasn’t called or texted you either. definitely has another bitch.”

“deja.” taylor side-eyed at jadeja’s comment.

“i’m being honest. i wanna beat the nigga ass for you but i’m more proud of you for doing what you needed to do. how he reacted says everything.” mentally, you weren’t there.

“i wanna go to chipotle.” jadeja and taylor looked up at you. “yall coming?”

“shit…don’t have to tell me twice. c’mon deja!” taylor slid on her ugg slides and threw on her coat as she waited with you at the door for jadeja to get her shoes on.

the three of you got to chipotle and you were the first to order so you just sat and waited for deja and taylor to be done. you scrolled on your phone a bit before getting bored and putting it down to listen and watch the people around you subtly. but you knew you were listening too hard when you thought you heard ony’s name. you heard his name but you looked around and he wasn’t there so you just thought you were tripping.

“i don’t know if it’s me being nosy but i think that’s the new bitch that’s got ony’s attention.” deja walked over with taylor and you saw that she was dying to tell you that. you and taylor subtly looked up to see a pretty girl giggling and laughing while looking to be she was on facetime with someone.

“that could be anybody, deja. yall ready?”

“let’s go this way…” deja led the way towards the other door in the store that would put the three of you in the background of the girl’s phone. luckily she wasn’t budged by it. but unfortunately for you, the person the girl was on facetime with had his face completely in the camera and you hated yourself for even taking a glance over.

all of you got back in the car and discussed what happened.

“y/n please tell me you saw that.” deja turned to you and you looked straight ahead, trying not to cry.

“you okay?” taylor reached over from the back seat and rubbed your back. but you didn’t know why but that set you off and you just began crying. crying until you couldn’t stop. you hadn’t cried about it since it happened but the thing was that you weren’t even really sure what happened. you just knew that whatever it was, it was over and you couldn’t take it. you loved ony and the fact that it was more than possible that you lost him without even a blink of your eye without any explanation was hurting you everywhere at once.

“it’s not your fault, girlie…” taylor and deja consoled you.

“right, he a bitch forreal. you’re beautiful, smart, good head on your shoulders, everything.”

“he lost a great thing. it’s his loss and he’ll regret it.” you couldn’t help but smile through your swollen eyes and that’s all your friends wanted right then. but all the crying made you hungry.

“awww pretty,” taylor wiped the tears from your face. “ready to eat now? shit’s getting cold.” you laughed and deja agreed with her.

you had just initially planned to go to chipotle but deja and taylor decided to make a “quick trip” to the mall that lasted a few hours. all the time you spent away from your phone and in your room helped you cope somewhat with how you were feeling. you wished the day could last forever. but nothing lasts forever.

[ ony!❤️ ] : hey

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[1d1195]

Physics Extra I

Read the rest here: Physics

Some great inspo from my 🌼-anon.

Hope you like it 💕

A little angsty, a little fluffy. Full disclosure--I'm not sure if I was tired or if I'm stupid, but I couldn't remember what year of college they were in and which Physics level they were in so I'm going to clarify here and I'll fix it later on. It shouldn't be too much of an issue. I left it a bit ambiguous if I remember correctly.

~2.5k words

Part of her worried this would happen. The flare of the savior complex paired with her insecurity finally won out. Time spent apart over break helped their budding relationship. It led to an unbelievably passionate reunion after the new year and return for the spring semester. The kisses from Harry’s lips on her mouth and trailing down her body made her warm just thinking about it and it was nearly a month—almost two—ago.

But now, Harry no longer needed a physics tutor. They didn’t have a class together. Fortunately, they did spend most nights together. Harry took her to parties and broke the hearts of every girl that had pined for him for so long. He walked her to class when he was free, and she met him at the gym just to say hi and run on the treadmill while he did his routines with his friends.

Niall and Louis were over every Saturday morning, hungover and whining for her pancakes before she went to the bookstore. Harry spent many nights in her apartment, snuggled around her and it felt so good. So unbelievably good.

She just couldn’t get her mind to agree that it was a good thing.

It was her own doing. How could she not know he would find out. It was exactly the kind of thing that happened in a rom-com or a sit-com or any comedy really. The irony of it all was not lost on her. She should have known.

For someone that studied Physics, balanced two campus jobs, and managed to have a boyfriend, she was an idiot.

*

Harry was at the gym again. It was either the gym or pacing the floor of his apartment. After a day of pacing and grumbling to himself, Louis insisted he leave and do something productive before he put a rut in their floor and lost their security deposit.

Studying was hardly his forte prior to dating her and now she wasn’t there to help him with the finer details of studying—like actually getting him to focus—he was a lost cause. Just being in her presence made it easier to focus. Like a little reminder that she was proud of him.

Thus, he was at the gym, the second time in the day. At the very least he would break his personal record twice in a day. The longer he stayed there, the worse his frustration got. His form was impeccable. Niall kept his eyebrows in a fixed uprise on his forehead. He whistled lowly.

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Do you know how stupid you’re being?”

“Inform me, please.”

“She’s the whole package, Harry. She’s smart, beautiful, funny, and I thought the pancakes were impressive, but the way she chugs a beer is honestly...” he chuckled. “I want my own tutoring lesson.”

Harry ignored him and made his way for the bench press. “Shut up,” he repeated.

“Harry, it’s ridiculous. You love her,” he reminded him.

“Spot me or shut up.”

Niall sighed. “If I don’t get pancakes soon, I’m going to lose it,” he warned Harry. It had been two weeks. They had barely spoken only murmuring hi when they bumped into one another. People ogled them before they started dating, now it only amplified.

“You’re a grown up, tell her y’want pancakes,” he muttered straining under the weight of his barbell.

“Christ, Harry,” he shook his head. “You’re a grown up. Talk to her.”

Harry did two reps and then his arms started to shake. It was too much for one day on top of the fact that without her help studying she was able to distract him here too.

“Why would she say that?” He murmured.

“Say what?”

“That...” he rubbed a hand over his face. His shirt was soaked with sweat. His scalp was itchy, he wanted to go home. Well, he really wanted to go to her place and lay with his head in her lap while she ran her fingers through his hair. They would watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch and eventually Harry would wake up and carry her to her room where they would snuggle and dream until the morning. “That s’not serious.”

“Well...have you asked her to be your girlfriend?” Niall sat on the floor while Harry straddled the seat. Niall stretched.

“I thought it was implied when we spend every night together.”

“Harry, she’s a nice, sweet girl.”

“Thanks, Niall. I didn’t notice,” he rolled his eyes.

“Well,” he shrugged.

“Let’s go.”

“Fine,” Niall hopped up, grabbed their waters. “But I’m not gonna snuggle with you the way she does.”

*

“This is ridiculous, you know it’s ridiculous right?”

She was lying on the floor between the TV and the coffee table, facedown. An unintelligible groan went into the carpet, and she tilted her head up briefly and then smacked it back on the floor gently. “Fuck.”

“You could easily apologize,” Sarah told her.

“Why did I say that?” She groaned.

“It’s new! And Harry...”

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “Harry’s been nothing but nice to me. He’s done nothing but shown me that he likes me and cares about me. I just ruined it. I humiliated him and I couldn’t even deny it. I feel so...bad. Who does that?!”

Sarah sat on her hips making her grunt. “You. You did that, you idiot.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

“Well, fix it!”

“Sarah,” she sighed and put hands on her eyes. “He’s never going to trust me.”

“Of course, he does. The only thing that’s going through that stupid head of his is that he hasn’t made you feel more secure.”

“But he did.”

“So tell him. It was a lapse in judgment. Alcohol. Tell him you had a cold. He won’t care. He just wants you to know you can trust him.”

“But I am so...not his type.”

“Well, hate t’break it to y’kitten,” she mimicked Harry’s accent and her nickname. “You are now.”

*

“So how did you meet Harry?” She knew the girl was drunk. She didn’t get her name. It was Shauna or Shayna, or something. She couldn’t remember. Instead, she sipped her own alcohol, glanced around to see Harry playing beer pong with Louis and Niall.

“Uh...” she swallowed. “We had Physics last semester. He needed tutoring.”

“Oh, that’s so cute!” But not-Shauna didn’t make it sound like it was cute. It was so condescending. It made her feel awkward and almost ashamed of how they met. She wished they had met at a party or a bar. Something more college-y—although what was more college-y than meeting in class?

“Uh...yeah, it was,” because it was. It was cute. The way Harry came up to her in the middle of the dining hall—it was out of a movie. He was handsome, perfect, and so nice to her. Even though she heard rumors and felt inadequate about the type of girl he normally surrounded himself with, it was undeniably cute. It was tragic she felt ashamed of their meeting.

“So how long is that?” Not-Shauna continued.

“Pardon?”

“How long have you been a couple, officially?”

It was innocuous. Four months. All she had to say was four months.

“Oh...well...we haven’t really discussed...” she cleared her throat. “I’m not sure of the exact date...” she looked at the contents of her cup. “I don’t think it’s been…” nothing was coming to the surface to explain what they were. Not accurately.

Four months.

That’s all she had to say.

She’d been studying physics for a while. Time dilation was something she only considered in movies and in theory. Einstein’s kind of thing. Not her thing. At a party when she was just asked how long she had been dating the man that spent five out of seven nights in her bed, wrapped around her...hell inside of her... was not a place for physics.

But somehow, the hours ticked by in place of the minutes. The carbonation of the soda water mixing with her vodka was moving in slow motion. It was like she could count every bubble that reached the surface and popped. “Oh, you’re not...official,” not-Shayna said.

Again, that condescension was so uncomfortable, she nearly dropped her drink. The time dilation started again. She was counting the bubbles. “Well, actually—” But not-Shayna was gone. The movie that was her life immediately turned into a horror film. “Oh no,” she mumbled to herself.

The minutes that were hours suddenly turned into seconds. Someone whispered something to someone else. The game of telephone sped by in seconds.

Harry missed his final pong shot. He whipped around to her, her cup halfway to her mouth. Her cheeks turned beet red. As red as the cup she sipped from.

Anger. Anger was an appropriate reaction. A fiery gaze, a flushed complexion. Even hands in fists were understandable for her faux pas.

Anger would have been preferable to the hurt expression on Harry’s sweet face.

*

After her shift at the bookstore, she was lying on the floor again. Sarah invited her to go shopping. But she couldn’t. Nothing seemed right. An idiot. That’s what she was. A Physics student with a 3.9 GPA and she was probably the dumbest person on campus.

There was a knock on her door. “Sarah, I cannot shop,” she groaned. “I’ll probably trip and fall in the food court and ruin some poor teen couple’s movie and dinner date and they’ll never live happily ever after because that’s all I do. Ruin a perfectly good couple.”

“Um... not Sarah,” she jumped off the floor. Laying down to standing in less than one second. She sprinted to the door and yanked it out of the way. “Hi,” Harry said softly.

“Hi,” she answered awkwardly.

“Can I... come in?”

She swallowed, opened the door wider, and moved out of the way. He hurried in, sat on the couch. It was like the first time Harry came over to help decorate. It was basically his spot. When everything made sense. She felt more at ease seeing him in her space again; making himself comfortable.

But comfort only lasted seconds because he looked… anxious. Which only fueled her anxiety.

He rubbed his hand on the back of his head and sighed. Dropped his hands into his lap. “I think we should talk, kitten.”

“I shouldn’t have said it!” She blurted. Her own pacing started. Her heart rate started to fly to a dangerous level. She was pacing in her floor spot that she designated for laying. “I don’t know what was wrong with me! Sarah told me to tell you it was a cold or the alcohol... or maybe I had a stroke. I don’t even remember what she said to tell you. But I don’t have a reason. Which is worse. I wish I had a reason, Harry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I should have said anything but what I said. You have made me so happy over the last four months,” she was still pacing looking like a psychopath. “You have made me feel so safe and so... loved and I don’t know why I had such a lapse in horrible judgment like that. I mean you made me a hot chocolate bar for God’s sake! You don’t mind studying and you don’t care that I drool like a teething infant when I sleep. Even when I get it all over your pillow or your shirt. I feel so terrible, Harry. So completely terrible. I don’t know how I can be so smart in class and make everyone jealous and then go and say that about you. Or not say! I don’t know what's wrong with me but—”

Harry was quiet while she rambled and paced. It was cute. Sweet even. It was nice to know she was rattled, selfishly—they both paced when upset. It was sweet. Cute to know they shared it. He smiled softly. “Do y'want t’be m’girlfriend?”

She stopped pacing, finally. Her heart finally slowed, she put a hand to her chest, like it would keep it slow as she looked at him squarely for the first time since she started ranting. “What?”

“Well,” his grin grew. He looked at his lap again, his palms rubbing on his thighs. “It might be easier on us both t’tell you I love you. Y’know...if y’were m’girlfriend. Might be easier on you t’answer that kind of question if y’had a date t’tell people of when we’ll have our official anniversary.”

“You’re not breaking up with me?”

He chuckled. “No,” he smiled. “Also have t’be officially together t’break up, kitten.”

“You’re not going to wait till I say yes and then ask to break up, are you?”

Harry stood finally, put his hands on her cheeks to hold her in place. He kissed her forehead for an extended moment. It felt so good. Like the other hundreds of times that he did it over the last few months. In two weeks, it felt like a drought. “M’sorry I didn’t reassure you,” he wrapped his arms around her body and instantly she sank into his embrace.

“Did you say you loved me?”

He nodded. “M’hmm,” he hummed.

“Oh.”

“Do y’want me t’take it back.”

“No, thank you.”

He chuckled into her hair. “S’very polite of you, kitten,” he pulled back. “I love you,” he repeated, gazing into her eyes. “Loved you the moment y’agreed t’help me. A poor, sorry, hopeless, Physics-less sap like me.”

“You’re not so hopeless.”

“M’hopeless ‘bout you, kitten,” he assured her.

“I love you too," she gazed up at him, her eyes wide, expressive and so very sweet, "by the way.”

“I thought s’what y’meant in all that rambling," he chuckled.

She didn't laugh. “I’m sorry Harry, truly. That was so not okay.”

Harry shrugged. “I jus’ missed you, kitten. S’okay. I get why y'said it. We never really defined it,” he promised. “M’sorry I didn’t ask sooner or come make up sooner.”

She sighed into his chest. “Will you stay tonight?” She asked quietly. Her voice muffled by his shirt. The thought of being snuggled together made her so happy.

Harry wanted to make a joke about inertia. Or an object at rest. Something. But it wouldn’t come. He was too happy to have made up.

“Try and stop me, kitten.”

“Niall and Louis make you come here?” She asked.

“M’supposed t’ask if you’ll make them pancakes for dinner once we’ve properly made up," Harry chuckled and murmured into her hair.

“What’s ‘properly’ mean?" She asked innocently, a smile on her face that was anything but innocent.

He chuckled. “I’ll teach you,” he winked, tilting her face so he could kiss her deeply; the way he wanted to for the last week and a half.

And teach her what ‘proper’ meant.

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[jo-harrington]

Sunsets.

They were always better when you watched them with someone else.

You glanced down at the hands in your lap: yours and Sam's, twined together like your lives have been for the past 5 years. The best of friends from the moment her family moved into town. You couldn't remember a time when you existed without her.

She's chatting now, telling some story about her boyfriend's dunce behavior to cheer you up after Mark broke your heart. Douchebag. You don't really know how you got here of all places; how things seemed to go so right with him and then so terribly wrong.

Sam made a joke at both Patrick and Mark's expense. You laughed and the sound of it was unfamiliar and almost roared in your ear, like a hundred people were laughing.

Everyone always laughed at Sam's jokes. Everyone loved Sam. Everything always worked out for her, even in the most unlikely situations. She was just lucky like that.

You told her once, after she won the talent show at school, that it almost seemed like she was the star of The Samantha Show or something. She found it hilarious, apparently, but you had an inkling that her feelings were still hurt. This was real life, not TV. She didn't just win because she was some main character, she worked really hard on her dance routine.

You felt a little bad after that, never brought it up again. The dark little voice deep down inside you smothered for now.

Because yeah, she did work hard. You knew that. She was smart and talented and funny and caring and a great friend and neighbor and that's just how it was because...

Because...

Because she strived to be all of those thing.

Things you…really didn’t bother with.

Because you were…

You.

Average, squeaking by a three-point-something GPA, wannabe artist who could barely draw, never left town before even when there was that field trip to DC because you got the mumps. A little nervous, a little clumsy, a little romantic with your head in the clouds. You always had a crush but nothing ever really came of those crushes until Mark.

The only boy to ever like you back and then he broke your heart.

“I just want to disappear,” you muttered pathetically and let go of Sam’s hand to cover your eyes again.

"So do it!" Sam finally hopped to her feet in the way that only she could, raring for another passioned, motivational speech that she was known for. You really needed one of those and also loathed that she was about to give you one. "Disappear! Leave!”

This was not the speech you expected.

"Uh, what?" you let out a mixture of a scoff and a laugh, tears forgotten for now. "What do you mean leave? Hello, graduation in a few months. Prom? Then college. What happened to your big plan last week? One last summer in Port Geneva?"

"Forget one last summer," she waved her arms wildly. "This is your life! You're my best friend, I want you happy. Tell me the truth. Do you really even want to go to college? Wouldn't you rather pack up big blue and go on that adventure like you talked about in 8th grade?"

At your blank stare, Sam grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you.

"That's the whole reason we're friends in the first place don't you remember? The ice breaker?! Are you kidding?"

"I don't have a clue," you giggled as she jostled you around.

"Our entire friendship built on a lie. UGH. Ok. Mrs. Mills what-do-you-wanna-do-in-10-years activity? And everyone's was stupid. Tina wanted to be on the cover of Tiger Beat for the Girl Superstar issue. Patrick...gotta love him...but he wanted to be the starting quarterback for the Miami Dolphins. Mine was so dumb I don't even want to say it, great first impressions I made as the new kid.

"But you wanted to see the world! Pack your bags and board a train around the US. Paint the sunset at the Grand Canyon. See glaciers in Alaska! Hell, you even said you'd travel to Middle Earth if you could. And I thought you meant the equator!"

You both laughed and as she went on and on about things you apparently said 4 years ago and as the memory came back to you, your heart ached.

Yeah, you did say that stuff didn't you? You’d been such a silly, idealistic kid before you grew up and reality hit you time and time again.

"That was just kids stuff Sammie," you laughed dismissively. "I'm...I'm gonna take classes at State, and I'm gonna work at the furniture store and I'm gonna..."

"You're gonna pine over Mark Greckman over the rest of your life?" The hands were on her hips again. "No, ma'am, you...you're gonna go on your adventure and...oh my...you're gonna find a prince of some European kingdom or...or a handsome stranger in an Italian villa. Or both. Hoards of men fighting for your affection."

"Please stop," you stood up and grabbed her as she started waving her arms around and pantomiming kissing a tall stranger. "Stop it."

"Ok I'm done, I'm done," she promised. "I just don't want you to be crying over that idiot anymore. And we might be close to graduation but...I don't know...you can still change your mind."

"Hmm," you shrugged. "I dunno. If just sounds so…”

“Unlike you?”

“Yeah.”

"Just think about it," she urged you. "You and your Volkswagen Beetle…and the world...the whole universe if you want it! The possibilities are endless. I just feel like...1985...it's gonna be your year."

There was a spark of inspiration that grew inside of you, and in your heart, you knew she was right.

You pulled her into your arms, grateful to have your best friend.

"Port Geneva was filmed in front of a live studio audience."

Eddie hit the rewind button on the remote and watched the scene speed in reverse until it hit Sam’s big speech. He hit play and watched for a minute then paused, the blurry image of your giggling face frozen on his screen for the foreseeable future.

He sighed and leaned back on the couch to enjoy your company for a minute.

The living room was dark, only illuminated by the glow of the TV and the street lights outside shining through the windows. There was a stack of tapes on the coffee table, along with his abandoned homework. The pizza he ordered would be here soon but for now…it was just you and him.

“M’sorry Mark was an asshole,” he said aloud into the still room. “To be honest…I kind of warned you about him way back.”

You don’t say anything. You never do.

“I know, the heart wants what it wants.” He picked a piece of lint off of his jeans. “I just want to look out for you honey.”

You stay smiling on the screen, and he can imagine it got the slightest bit bigger when he said that.

“I know you try to look after me too. Guess that doesn’t stop either of us getting hurt right?” He chuckled and pat his hands on his lap.

This was pathetic, talking to a fictional character like they were really in the room with him.

You were just…you were everything. And you’d been there for him, a balm to his woes. You had been since he started watching Port Geneva way back when, but especially since everything went down last year.

With his dad and the house and…

There was a knock at the door and Eddie hit the eject button so he could put in the next tape in watch with dinner. It was gonna be a good episode, you tell Mark off and even punch him; he remembered it fondly.

Defending yourself. He was proud of his girl.

Eddie ate his dinner and watched his episodes, taped from when they originally aired. Wednesday nights at 9pm, right before the news. He did his homework and occasionally repeated the rewind-pause-play act that he had perfected over the years so he could make another joke or, just once, complain about his chemistry homework.

Life was hard. For everyone. But especially if your name was Eddie Munson. Still, he endured. He’d never been a stranger to fantasy and escapism, he had his books and his game and his movies but there was something so…comforting in the realism that was your show.

A small suburban town full of normals. All sorts of mundane activities that mostly everyone made feel were…life altering events. And a handful of misunderstood outcasts—like you and Scott and Bonnie—who played supporting characters to the stars. Stars that were, quite frankly, unrealistic and annoying.

Eddie felt that way sometimes though, like he was just some background character waiting for his chance at the spotlight. Who had been the main character in his story, huh? Ronnie? Yeah…he could see that, now that she was on her great college adventure.

But with her gone, what would come of his storyline? Did he just fade into the background again?

Eddie ejected the tape before the current episode finished and propped his feet on the coffee table as he flipped the channels to something else. He needed to focus on something else. He would come back to his tapes, to you, another night and he would wish that you were real once again. Knocking on his door, taking him on a grand adventure with you.

But for now he just needed to stew in his…sad secondary character thoughts.

You got your time in the spotlight, a 2-episode arc at the end of the season, and as much as he hoped that it would be his turn soon…to be the character everyone loved…the person everyone loved…he knew it might never happen for him.

Eddie the Freak. Eddie the outcast. Eddie the idiot.

He would even take a single scene dedicated to him at this point.

Was that too much to ask?

Coming in 2024.

Find the Masterlist here. And the original blurb here.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson angst #stranger than (fan)fiction #eddie munson #Stranger things fic

[taeyegu]

introduce me a good person — 003. oh shit

previous // next

word count — 876

warning(s) — mentions of food/drinks/eating, intoxicated characters, cheating/infidelity 

the homemade dinner at the doctors' shared apartment went well with no fire alarm going off that night.

"i still can't believe y/n and wonwoo went to go get food without us." soonyoung pouted for the umpth time. wonwoo sighed as he finished up washing the dishes,

"y/n got hungry before so we decided to get something small to eat." he responded plainly. y/n walked over from the sink to sit next to soonyoung at the dining table,

"i'm sorry soonyoung!" y/n exclaimed, "i thought i was going to eat with sejun today so i skipped breakfast and lunch... by the time sejun cancelled on me, i was starving. wonwoo said i should eat something before we got the groceries for tonight." a small pout formed on her lips and soonyoung (nor anyone) could stay mad.

"that's no way to treat one's girlfriend..." jihoon mumbled under his breath over by the couch as he was doing some extra research on the surgery he was to perform the following week.

"guys, i know you all care about me but sejun is a genuinely great guy!" y/n smiled. wonwoo finished up the dishes and sat down in front of y/n and soonyoung at the dining table. he noticed the smile didn't reach her eyes like they usually do. "sejun has been with me through everything and i already told jihoon this but, i think he's gonna propose soon!"

"with what ring? the guy barely has any money..." junhui grumbled while also helping jihoon prep for his surgery.

y/n laughed, "you all know i'm not big on that stuff, it doesn't have to be a flashy ring! i don't need it!" she smiled, but her voice didn't sound as happy as she was trying so hard to portray to her friends.

"you might say that you don't need it but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a big flashy ring!" soonyoung exclaimed, "you're a catch y/n! and if a guy doesn't prove his worth to you, you deserve so much better!"

wonwoo sat quietly and listened as his friends talked on and on about y/n's relationship with sejun. it was almost a routine for the friend group: someone always bringing up how shitty of a boyfriend sejun was and y/n trying her best to defend him. however wonwoo knew that y/n was smart enough to make her own decisions, he knew even she was starting to get tired of sejun's constant excuses.

wonwoo's train of thought was interrupted by a text from his friend dr. kim mingyu of pediatrics.

"i have to go pick up mingyu." wonwoo stated as he got up from the table. he grabbed his keys and began to put on his coat.

"why, what happened to him?" junhui asked.

"he's intoxicated right now and at the sector 17 club a few blocks down--he needs a ride home." wonwoo responded as he slipped on his shoes.

"that no good guy..." soonyoung mumbled, "doesn't he have a shift tomorrow and he's out here getting wasted? what about the kids?!"

y/n laughed, "i don't know why you have beef with dr. kim all of a sudden soonyoung, i thought you guys were always friends?"

"well, we're like frenemies! i've noticed he's been talking a lot with the interns this year--trying to hype up pediatrics. but neurosurgery is where it's at!" soonyoung ranted, "he's even got chan considering pediatrics when he promised me he would join neuro!"

wonwoo didn't listen to the rest of soonyung's rambling as he closed the door to their shared apartment and started up his car to pick up dr. kim from his night out at the club. -- by the time wonwoo had found parking near his destination, he had already called his friend at least three times, "the guy probably can't hear anything with this music blasting..." wonwoo grumbled as he felt his car slightly shake due to the bass from the club.

he decided to get out of his car to try and look for the intoxicated doctor but noticed another familiar face emerging from the club entrance...

it was sejun with his arms wrapped around another girl.

"yo! wonwoo my man! glad you--" mingyu's loud voice slurred and wonwoo quickly quieted down the intoxicated giant.

"shut up! something might be wrong!" wonwoo whispered. mingyu quickly sobered up and followed wonwoo's line of sight to which he also noticed a familiar figure.

"isn't that y/n's boyfriend? are they also here at the club?" mingyu giggled.

"no, y/n was at home today with us." wonwoo whispered, his eyes never leaving the two as they stumbled around on the sidewalk waiting for their ride, "y/n and sejun were supposed to have dinner tonight but she said that he cancelled on her because he was still tired from his flight but--"

"oh so that scumbag is cheating on her!" mingyu whisper-yelled angrily.

"n-no, not cheating per se... they could just be friends--"

however just as wonwoo was finishing his sentence, the two men watched as sejun kissed the unknown woman deeply on the lips before the two left in their uber.

"i don't think friends kiss like that wonwoo..."

oh shit.

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[makethatelevenrings]

Guy.exe // B. Wayne x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), somewhat d/s, dom!Bruce

Summary: Five months of dating and Bruce and you have yet to sleep together. One gala and an uppity bitch changes things.

“I hate these things,” you muttered to Alfred as he passed by with another tray of champagne. He smirked at your comment and jerked his head towards where your boyfriend’s two oldest sons were leaning against the wall.

“Masters Dick and Jason feel quite the same, miss,” he assured you. “I’ve lost sight of the others. Master Bruce is somewhere with an investor.”

“How much longer do we have to be here?”

“At least another two hours, unfortunately.”

“And what’s Bruce’s excuse for us to get out of it tonight?”

“Master Damian’s desire to go to a zoo. Since Gotham’s is closed, it only makes sense for the whole family to leave and fly to Australia, of course.”

You drained the glass in your hand and rolled your eyes. “Of course. Only sensible.”

Being Damian Wayne’s teacher had been a challenge you never expected. Being saved by Batman and Robin when Killer Croc came bursting through your classroom had been a terrifying surprise. Meeting Damian’s father, the most eligible bachelor in Gotham, the next day and being given roses…well, there’s a first time for everything.

Five months later and you were firmly entrenched as “Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend” by the media. You didn’t mind the honorific, but you hated the paparazzi, the galas, and the schmoozing.

“Ah, ah,” you chastised Jason as he reached for a glass of champagne. “You are still nineteen so unhand the booze before it ends up on the gossip columns.”

He frowned but relented, leaning up against the wall in between you and Dick. You were comfortable around your boyfriend’s adopted children. It helped that you had stumbled on their little secret when Damian missed school for a week due to being “sick” and so you dropped by the manor with homework and found Alfred lecturing fucking Superman in the kitchen. You were a smart woman and the pieces fell into place pretty quick.

“So far, so good,” Dick reported. “Damian hasn’t drawn a sword out yet.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “I should really be concerned that Damian’s penchant for violence is our gauge for success but at this point, I’m used to it.”

“Do you think Della Henderson knows she has toilet paper on her shoe?” Jason asked. You cracked an eye open to spot the boisterous woman dragging what looked like the whole damn roll after her. Dick and you both stifled your laughter and you nudged Jason’s ankle with your foot.

“You two are the worst.” Your eyes found your very handsome boyfriend looking charming as always as he talked with one of Gotham’s richest couples. While he appeared cool and suave, you could see the tight lines of his shoulders indicating his growing frustration. “I should go save Bruce.”

“I say let him suffer.”

“Jason!” you chided. “I can and will tell Alfred to stop baking your favorite cookies for a month.”

“Jesus fuck, B really knew what he was doing when he picked you.”

You stuck your tongue out at him which was clearly very mature for his father’s girlfriend before you left the two boys to make your way across the ballroom. But you didn’t get far before you heard the familiar voice of Gotham’s gossip queen, Mila Trenchard.

And she was talking to the youngest of the Wayne clan.

You quickly diverted your steps and joined Damian just as Mila poked his nose with one of her lengthy acrylics and cooed out, “I mean, your real mother has been replaced by a regular schoolmarm, hasn’t she?”

“Mila!” you hummed as you sidled up next to Damian and rested a hand on his shoulder. While it might have looked as though you were merely pulling him closer, the truth was that you were ensuring he didn’t lunge at the woman with a butter knife and cause a media incident.

“Oh, Y/N! I was just asking little Damian here about you.”

“I heard.” Your cheeks hurt from the fake smile plastered on your lips. “You know, Mila, I actually haven’t replaced anyone in Damian’s life. His mother still plays a large part in his upbringing and in fact, we can credit her for a lot of his personality. Damian is a great kid, isn’t he? All of Bruce’s kids are, really. I’m not here to replace anyone’s mom. If I can serve as a role model for them, I would be honored, but I’m not expecting anything out of them.”

She let out a simpering aww at your statement and flapped her hands at you in a patronizing wave. “Oh, isn’t that precious! It must be so difficult taking on so many problem children. What with them all being adopted and such.”

Anger flared in your chest and your grip on Damian’s shoulder tightened as you felt him try to squirm away, presumably to get a sword. “Believe me, Mila. If I need parenting advice, you’ll be the first person I contact. Who better to ask than the woman who has abandoned three kids and five marriages? Motherhood, so hard, am I right?”

You stepped closer, leveling her with a sickly sweet grin. “I would hate it if your affair with Councilman Peterson reached the news. That would really stick a wrench in marriage number six, wouldn’t it? If I ever hear another word about me or my kids out of your mouth one more time, I will not hesitate to show you how a Gothamite really settles issues.”

You pulled back and patted her arm. “Great talking with you, Mila. Damian, are you hungry? Let’s go find you some snacks.”

But when you turned around to leave, you ran smack dab into a very firm, very muscled chest. You stumbled, your hand coming up to rest on the hard ridges of Bruce’s stomach, and you tilted your head up to see him.

“Hi,” you greeted. “I was on my way to look for you, actually.”

“Damian, go bug Dick,” Bruce ordered. He wrapped a hand around your wrist and tugged you closer to him, his other hand sliding down to rest on your waist.

“We’ll be right back,” he informed the crowd of admirers who hovered around him before he swiftly headed towards the stairs. You fumbled in your heels for a moment and he didn’t hesitate to lean down and sweep you off your feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck, but you knew he wouldn’t drop you.

“Okay, I’m sorry if I overstepped back there, but Mila Trenchard is a bitch and I stand by that,” you exclaimed as he pushed open the door to his bedroom and shut it behind him with his foot. He set you down on the bed and turned back to lock the door. “Seriously, Bruce, do you have to keep inviting her? She insulted the kids and I get it, I’m not their mom, but still…”

You trailed off when he stripped off his suit jacket and started to make quick work of his cufflinks. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips and his blue eyes flickered down to follow the movement.

“I take it I’m not in trouble for starting shit,” you murmured.

“Strip,” was his only reply.

Your fingers fumbled with the zipper of your evening gown but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the way his nimble hands deftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the scarred skin and strong muscles underneath.

In five months of dating, Bruce and you never found time to get past a heavy make out session in the Batcave. There was school and patrol and kids everywhere. Five months of using your aptly named “Batarang” toy to help take the edge off. Five months of watching those veined hands effortlessly take on villains with ease.

You stood up and let your gown pool at your feet, revealing the fact that you had gone commando for the night. His head fell back against the door and he groaned.

“Panty lines are a bitch,” you explained smugly. 

“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now,” he rasped. “So fucking pretty.”

“Then do it.” The challenge hung in the air and you swallowed tightly when a shark-like gleam entered his eyes. He strode forward and yanked you into his chest, a bruising kiss crashing down against your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, granting him access as his teeth clashed against yours. His skilled hand reached up and snapped off your bra with one swift movement as you yanked off his belt and tugged at the waistband of his pants.

“You have no idea how bad I want you,” he murmured. You slipped one hand into his briefs and wrapped your fingers around his length. He shuddered at the touch and you grinned.

“Are you sure about that?”

His lips met your jaw and you tilted your head up to give him better access. Fire ignited across your skin with every brush of his lips and you gasped as his lips enclosed around your nipple. His tongue danced across your skin with affection and you pumped your hand around his shaft a few times, eliciting a groan from him.

Bruce grabbed the back of your thigh and pulled you up, depositing you on the bed in one swift motion. You pushed up on your elbows and watched as he shoved his pants down and his cock sprung free. It bounced up, the tip hitting his stomach, and he stood there and gazed down at you with such a hungry look that your stomach tightened just from that alone.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he whispered as he kneeled down. “My pretty girl. Gonna treat you so right. I’ve been so fucking stupid not doing this sooner.”

“Oh my god, shut up and fuck me,” you groaned.

He answered with a swipe of his tongue against your slit. Your legs instinctively began to close but he spread them and pinned your hips in place with his thick arm. If there was one thing about Bruce Wayne, it was that he was dedicated to the task. He ate your pussy like it was his last meal. His tongue darted in and out, lapping up your juices with a vigor you had only seen when he trained. It was as if he actually enjoyed it and based on the groan he emitted that sent vibrations shooting through your core, he genuinely enjoyed eating you out.

His finger rubbed deft circles around your clit before he swiped some of your slick up and over the bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked and you moaned. He raised his head just for a second, chin drenched with you and a smile on his face.

“Sound proof walls, baby. Let me hear you scream.” His thumb rubbed your clit as one of his fingers slipped between your walls. Your cunt clenched around him and he hummed in satisfaction. “I want to see how pretty you look when you cum. Make you cum on my fingers, warm you up for my cock.”

“Fuck, Bruce. Fu- please,” you whined. He slid a second finger into your cunt and scissored them. You threw your head back with a choked moan as the coil in your lower belly tightened.

“That feel good? Use your words, Y/N.”

“Please let me cum. Please,” you sobbed. Bruce kept an even pace, his fingers sliding in and out of your hot cunt as his thumb toyed with your clit. The tension rose higher and higher until your back was arching off of the bed as white hot pleasure ripped through your body. It had been months since someone else had touched you and now this Adonis of a man was getting you off like it was his only goal in life.

Bruce crawled up and leaned over you and captured your lips in a kiss. You tasted yourself on his tongue and he gladly swiped your slick across your lips. “Think you can take me now? That okay?”

“If you don’t put your cock in me in the next five seconds, I’m gonna go fuck Hal.”

A guttural growl ripped from his throat and he gave you no time to prepare before he was sliding the thick head of his cock against your folds. You gripped the sheets by your head and turned your head into the pillow as his cock spread you apart. He paused with only the head in and gave a shallow thrust, watching with awe as your hips immediately rolled in response.

Bruce reached up and grabbed your chin so he could turn you to face him. “Eyes on me, baby. Look at how well you take me.”

He gave another shallow thrust as if to punctuate his statement and you glanced down, watching as another inch of his cock slid into you. He wasn’t overly long, but he was certainly thick and it felt like he was splitting you apart in the most delicious way possible. Bruce moaned as he bottomed out and you grabbed his shoulder, your nails digging into his back. It was a beautifully erotic sight: his thick shaft swallowed by your aching cunt.

Every stroke brought you higher and higher. You were already nearing your second orgasm and you had no idea when he would stop. Frankly, you didn’t care.

“Taking me so, so good. That’s a good girl. So fucking tight. Squeezing me so good.”

“Fuck me, Bruce. Please, fuck me.” Mindless babbles and pleas slipped past your lips as he rocked into you. The headboard hit the wall, but you couldn’t bring yourself to think about that right now. Your only thought was a steady stream of pleasepleaseplease.

“Please, sir.” The title slipped out without thinking and Bruce grunted. He brought your ankle up to his lips and bit down, sucking a dark mark into the skin there. It would be easy to conceal later, but you would know. You would feel him every time your fingers brushed between your legs.

Bruce Wayne was going to ruin dick for you forever and you really hoped that it would stay that way.

“Harder, sir. Please!”

He picked up the force, his hips roughly snapping into yours. The room filled with the sounds of moans and skin slapping against skin. A high, keening wail escaped you as he brought his finger down onto your clit once more and you clenched around him as your orgasm ripped through you. The pulsating walls of your pussy beckoned him over the edge and you felt your walls painted by his cum.

Bruce dropped down onto his knees and bracketed his arms on either side of your head, making sure to keep his weight off of you. He kissed you softly this time and slowly eased himself out of your aching cunt. Milky white cum slipped out of you and he swiped a finger to gather some up. He raised his hands to your lips and you greedily sucked the mixture of the two of you off of his skin. Bruce stroked your hair as you licked his fingers and then you laid your head back, watching him curiously.

“Seeing you take on Mila Trenchard was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he admitted, a hint of a laugh lacing his voice.

“Hmmm. So all this time I’ve just needed to bully the city’s biggest gossip, huh?”

His nose brushed against your cheek and he laid a kiss against the apple of your cheek. “No, I just needed to get my head out of my ass. I was treating you more like a glorified roommate. You deserve better than that.”

“You gave me two pretty mind blowing orgasms just now so I’ll accept your apology if there’s more where that comes from.”

Bruce rolled you over so you rested on his chest. He brushed his thumb along your jaw and smirked. “I think I can agree to that.”

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne imagine #batman x reader #batman imagine #batman smut #dc imagine

[maudeeloise]

Missing Old Times || Steven Grant & Marc Spector

Pairing : Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector x reader

Genre : angst

Warning : none

A/N : i see a lot of fics where the reader has an unhealthy relationship with marc and steven would show up and comfort them, but what if the situation is the other way around?

The sound of a glass breaking filled your apartment, creating silence between you and Steven. You didn’t know if you should thank yourself for accidently knocking on a vase or blame yourself for stopping the argument. It just gotten heated. A part of you wanted to stop, but at the same time, you wanted to let all your feelings out.

You stared at the broken vase, full of thoughts. Your chest moved up and down as you tried to steady your breathing. It wasn’t your first argument with Steven that week. Also, it wasn’t something you both wished to happen because it wasn’t something that commonly happened in your relationship.

“Did you just break my vase?” You gulped in respond as you slowly moved to face him. His future unamused, not about the vase, but about what you said earlier.

“It’s just a vase.” You mumbled, shrugging your shoulders. “Just buy another one.”

A scoff escaped him. “Not even an apology.”

“It’s just a vase, Steven. It’s not even a big deal!” Your voice raised in disbelief.

“Says the one who makes everything a big deal.” Steven tried to raise his voice, but ended up sounded like a whine.

“I wasn’t making it a big deal. It is a big deal.” You argued. “What happened to you? What happened to the Steven I used to know? Is he dead or did I leave him in Cairo?”

“I’m still the same Steven you met in the museum two years ago.” Steven’s voice softened. “What happened to you? What happened to the girl I met two years ago?”

You shook your head weakly. Your jaw clenched tightly as you fought the urge to break in front of him. “You’re not the Steven I met two years ago.”

“How?” Curiosity laced through his broken voice.

“I don’t feel like you’re here with me anymore.” Your voice was soft, it was almost inaudible. “You never check me up every once in a while like you used to, even though you knew I was alright. Instead you spend more time talking about Layla. Is she that perfect or am I just not enough?”

Steven’s face instantly fell in realization. His eyes showed that he felt guilty, but you couldn’t careless about how he felt then.

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?” A tear slid down your cheek. You silently cursed to yourself as you wipe your tear.

“That’s not true.” He shook his head, trying to deny the fact that you were telling the truth. “I love you.”

“No, you love Layla.” You emphasized.

Tears started to brim in Steven’s eyes. At that point, you couldn’t help but to let a wave of tears finally stream down your face. Your lips quivered as you breathed shakily.

“Please, don’t say that.” He breathed out. His hands went to wipe his tears away. “Please, don’t-”

His word were cut off with a sudden change of role of his body. It was Marc’s turn to be in control. You only needed a glimpse of his eyes to know that it wasn’t Steven anymore and you were more then relieved upon the fact.

With a slight pity look from Marc, you fell to your knees as they grew weak by the second. Tears streamed down your cheeks, sobbing in front of your boyfriend’s other alter.

Gently and carefully, Marc approached you and kneeled down. His arms pulled you in his embrace. Your body instantly relaxed at the comfort you were receiving. As you leaned to him, you buried your face in his chest.

“It’s alright. Let it all out.” Marc whispered as he gently brushed your hair. “You deserve more than him.”

“I miss him.” You mumbled against his chest. 

Marc understood you. Steven used to be the one who pulled you in his embrace and protect you from all the bad things. He showed you comfort and he was the first man who truly showed you what love meant. But it was all gone the second she showed up.

You couldn’t blame him because if you were him, you would fall for her too. She was smart, brave, beautiful. She was perfect. What made you hate yourself was the fact that you couldn’t hate her. She had nothing to blame, she was your friend, but she took him away from you.

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✧Sticking to the Script✧-10

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"Take five everyone!" you heard Furina yell as you saw her walk by with an ice pack covering her head. Chiori quickly followed her escorting her out of the room.

"What happened?" you asked Lyney, who was helping you run lines. "Some freshman accidentally dropped a sword prop on her head. Thankfully it was one of the lighter ones." he replied.

You watched Furina hold back tears as she left the room, she didn't want to let a minor injury get in the way of the play. "The show must go on!" as per usual.

"So now that we have a break, do you wanna talk about that?" he asked, gesturing to your ring. He grabbed your wrist and inspected the piece of jewelry. "Archons, that's one hell of a ring." he was still admiring the intricate design, observing the way the gems shone in the light.

You giggled, "Yeah, I know." you caught yourself admiring the ring more times than you'd like to admit. "Must've cost your boyfriend a fortune." Lyney joked. "Trust me, it did." you responded.

"How much?"

"$30,000." you winced, not wanting to be too loud, you weren't risking getting robbed.

"30K?!" Lyney shouted, shocked. The two of you got some questioning looks from the other students, before quickly resuming their personal converstions.

"30K?!" Lyney repeated, whisper-shouting. You nodded. "Well it was more like 20k-25k, Xingqiu wasn't sure of the price." you explained fiddling with the piece of jewelry. Lyney's mouth was wide open. "It was more of a present from his dad than from him though." you added.

"Wait-how long have you two known each other?"

"Two and a half weeks..."

Lyney looked at you, his mouth agape.

"Where did you find this guy? He's smart, rich, AND he treats you really well? And he's managed to make sure you know all that in less than a month?" Lyney asked, bombarding you with questions that seemed more like statements.

You chuckled, blushing. "Yeah, he's pretty great." you were grinning like a fool. You forgot that Xingqiu wasn't actually your boyfriend for a moment.

Even if we aren't together-together, I can still like him as a friend. Can't I? You thought to yourself

"Attention everyone!" the whole crew turned to Chiori who returned to the auditorium. "Furina just needs to rest for a bit, so she put me in charge of you all. We're going to do a brief run through of the prologue, then skip over to Act 1, Scene 5." she explained. Everyone quickly moved to their places on stage.

You and Lyney sat in the front row together watching the chorus recite the prologue together. You glanced at your script a couple times, skimming over your lines.

"So how does Xingqiu feel about this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Us playing a couple on stage. He does know we have to get pretty touchy with each other right?" Lyney asked. You told him that Xingqiu was a great guy, but he wanted to make sure if there were any boundaries he shouldn't cross.

"He hasn't brought it up with me, plus he isn't the jealous type, so we should be fine." you explained. Another thing that reminded you about your actual relationship with Xingqiu. He wasn't your actual boyfriend so he didn't have a reason to be jealous of Lyney.

The prologue finished, Chiori called you and Lyney up to the stage.

This was just another part you needed to play

additional notes:

-yes that furina joke was intentional

-not gonna spoil anything for the canon game

-but if yk yk

-ALSO DOUBLE UPDATE LET'S GO

-not much else that i wanna say abt this chapter

-i'm proud of it

-y'all are gonna get some possessive xingqiu next chapter >:3

-be prepared

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✧Sticking to the Script✧

Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

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The Professor | Chapter 6

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synopsis: Dinner with Jake's mother has a few more unexpected guests. You mistake a moment of passion and Jake sets you straight.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: age gap, power imbalance, SMUT, unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving), mentions of parental death, mentions of a house fire, mentions of blackmail, Jake's sisters are bitches

“Let me get this straight. . . you are actually fucking our professor, Derek knows about it and threatened to expose you and Professor Seresin just invited you to dinner. . . with his mother?” Lucy asked you. 

“Yep.” 

“I need another bottle of wine,” Lucy sighed and finished off the last bit in her glass. It was a wednesday night tradition of watching the previous two days worth of the Bachelor and drinking wine. You had to tell her about everything that was happening. Your mind was going to explode if you didn’t, and it felt like a weight off your shoulder in a way. 

“Bring in the chardonnay!” 

“How did Derek even find out?” Lucy asked, coming back to sit beside you on the couch, with said wine bottle in her hand and the plate of cookies that had been cooling on the stove. 

“Saw us making out in Jake’s office. Peaked through the blind like a creep,” You shivered and Lucy laughed.

“Have you told. . . Jake?” Lucy wiggled her eyebrows, and you shook your head, “Why not? Y/N, you should tell him so he can protect himself too. I mean Derek is kinda right. . . Professor Seresin can lose his whole career over this.” 

“I know!” You sighed and flopped down on the couch, “It’s just, how do I even bring it up? And when? It’s not like we exactly talk about these sorts of things.” 

“Tell me,” Lucy set her wine glass down on the coffee table, and turned to face you completely, “Do you like him?” 

You sucked in a breath. Before it was easy to say that you didn’t. That you hated Professor Jake Seresin and all you wanted to do was get through his dreadful class and take whatever grade you could scrape by with. But over the past weeks and getting to know what was the other part of Professor Seresin, things had begun to complicate. You had realized that Professor Seresin and Jake were two separate entities. Professor Seresin, you hated, but Jake, you liked. 

“I don’t know,” You answered truthfully, “He’s different outside of the lectures. He really does care about his students, and takes his time reading all of our papers and giving feedback. And he’s funny, he’s really fucking funny. And so damn smart, like it’s crazy the amount of literature he has stored in that mind of his. And he’s sweet, gosh, he can tell if I’m having a bad day or if something is off with one of his friends.” 

“Are you sure you’re making the right choice? Sleeping with him?” 

“It’s just sex,” You mumbled and took a sip of wine. 

“People having “just sex” don’t invite you to meet their mothers for dinner,” Lucy pointed out and you sighed, running a hand down your face, “But! If you’re happy, and safe! There better not be little blonde literary geniuses popping out in nine months.” 

“IUD,” You nodded, “Tested and perfected.” 

“Damn dude, you’re letting him hit it raw.” 

“LUCILLE!” You threw a pillow at her. 

Lucy laughed and tossed the pillow back at you. She grabbed her wine glass and took a sip of the dark liquid, “Like I was saying, if you’re happy, and safe, then more power to ya. Get that dick, girl!” 

“Preach to that,” You said and clinked your glass against hers. The two of you settled into silence for a moment, watching as the bachelor was finishing up his date with one of the contestants when it hit you, “Holy shit! . . . I’m having dinner with his mother.” 

You really didn’t know the first thing about meeting the parents. You’ve met past boyfriends parents, but that was back in high school. Coming from a small school, in a small community, you had grown up with the boys that you had dated, and their parents already knew you. Derek had introduced you to his parents during parents weekend last fall, and you were three sheets to the wind intoxicated and could hardly remember it. But this was different, you were meeting Mrs Olivia Montgomery-Seresin, wife of a Texas Senator. The mother of your professor who you were fucking. 

Jake told you it was nothing too important, just that his mother was in town and while having coffee with her one morning, he had accidentally let it slip that he was seeing someone new. He wasn’t sure if he said it out of jealousy from the fact his mother brought up Allison, but it had happened and he had apologized to you profusely. He even went as far as sending you some money so you could go get a new outfit for tonight, which made you even more nervous. 

Sitting in his driveway, you already felt out of place. There was a beautiful, pristine white cadillac sitting next to Jake’s range rover. You were suddenly very embarrassed about your Nissan Altima that you’ve had since your senior year of high school. You looked down at your phone and contemplated sending Jake a text telling him you weren’t feeling well. 

“Don’t be a pussy, L/N,” You said to yourself and grabbed your purse before getting out of your car. Your black dress shoes clicked across the cement as you walked up to the door. Lucy had helped you pick out an outfit, hopefully something that would impress Mrs. Seresin. A simple pair of black dress pants, a white shirt with a pink blazer. You slick your hair back into a low ponytail, and decided to wear your mother’s diamond earrings. With the money that Jake had given you, you spent it on getting your nails done and buying a bottle of wine. 

Jake opened the door before you even had a chance to knock and sighed in relief, “You’re here.” 

“That I am,” You said, and Jake held the door open wider for you to walk in. 

“You look nice,” Jake said and took your purse from your hand, hanging it up on the hooks by the wall, “I wonder what’s underneath this.” His breath fanned your neck as he stepped closer to you, and ran his hands down your arms. You tilted your neck to the side as he placed a soft kiss on your skin, “So fucking-” 

“Jacob! Is that girl of yours here!” A female voice called out. 

Jake groaned and closed his eyes, “Better not keep them waiting.” 

“Them?” You asked and Jake took your hand, walking into the kitchen. Your eyes widened in surprise as you saw not just one, but three women standing in Jake’s kitchen, around the island. Jake gave your hand a squeeze before walking back over to the stove. 

“Are you going to introduce yourself?” A woman with long red hair asked you. 

“Oh, I, uh-” 

“Nance,” Jake scolded her lightly. He walked back over to you and put his hand on the small of your back, “This is Y/N. Y/N, this is my sister Nancy, my other sister Liz, and my mother, Olivia.” 

“She’s a little young for you, don’t you think, Jacob,” Nancy said, and took a sip of her wine. Nancy looked almost exactly like their mother. Red hair, green eyes, fair skin. You could see a big diamond ring sitting on her perfectly manicured hands. 

“What is that you do, Y/N?” Liz asked. 

“Uh, I-” 

“Stutter apparently,” Nancy joked. 

You gulped, and Jake stiffened behind you, “I am a fourth year English major.” 

“A college student?!” Liz exclaimed, “You were right, Nance, this is a rebound from Ally.” 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Olivia said, “You seem like a nice young lady, Y/N. You from around here?” 

“Yes ma’am, I am actually,” You said and Olivia nodded, “Grew up twenty minutes away from Chestnut Hill.” Jake patted your back and walked over to the stove, leaving you to chat with his mother. 

Olivia, surprisingly, was nice like Jake had described. She welcomed you somewhat better than Nancy and Liz had. The two Seresin girls kept staring you down, making comments about every little thing that you had said. Jake occasionally would look over at you, giving you a look to make sure you were okay. When Jake had finished cooking, you helped him set the table as his mother and sisters were sitting in the living room. 

“I’m sorry about the ambush,” Jake said as he brought the pan of fish to the table, “And for not making something vegetarian. Plenty of vegetables though.” 

“It’s okay,” You smiled at him, “Google didn’t tell me a whole lot about your sisters. What do they do?” 

“Nothing, literally,” Jake laughed, “Nancy is married to some oil tycoon back home in Austin. And Liz is married to the CEO of Texas State Bank. They sit on their asses in their beautiful houses all day and cash in on their husbands paychecks,” Jake placed the last dish on the table and turned to face you, “They have nothing on you,” He gently lifted your chin and placed a kiss on your lips, “I think you deserve a little something extra for being good for me.” 

“I think I do too,” You said, and kissed him again only to be interrupted by someone clearing their voice. You looked up to see Nancy standing in the doorway, “Dinner’s ready!” 

The sound of silverware hitting the white plates was louder than you could’ve ever possibly imagined. There was no talking between anyone at the table, just the clinking of silverware and the occasional glass. Jake sat at the head of the table, and you sat on his left, his mother across from you and Nancy next to you, and Liz across from her. 

“You don’t eat meat?” Nancy asked, looking at your plate of just vegetables, scratches and fruits. 

“No,” Jake answered for you, “She’s a vegetarian.” 

“By choice?” Olivia asked. 

“Yes, ma’am,” You nodded, “My mother suffered from fertility issues due to PCOS, and when they were trying to get pregnant with me, my dad found out that an all plant based diet can help. And clearly, it did,” You smiled, “They kept with the vegetarian diet even after I was born, and well, I just kind of adopted it too.” 

“Couldn't have made your own choice, I presume?” Nancy said. 

“I could’ve, and I did, for a while,” You shot back, “When I moved in with my grandparents there was a bit of an adjustment time, and it was hard to maintain that plant based diet, but once I got to highschool, I picked it back up.” 

“Moved in with your grandparents?” Nancy asked, “Why?” 

“Nance. . . don’t,” Jake warned. 

“No, it’s okay,” You said, and placed your hand in his. He squeezed your hand and dabbed at his mouth with his napkin, “My parents died in a house fire when I was a teen. I moved in with my grandparents after that.” 

“Oh you poor thing,” Olivia said, “That’s awful. Jake, you never told us that.” 

“She doesn’t like to talk about it,” Jake looked over at you, “As you can imagine, it’s rather hard to speak about, but it makes her incredibly strong. The reason she pursued a degree in English was because of her mother. What was it that you said she used to read to you? The Tale of-” 

“Desperoux,” You said, and were slightly shocked that Jake had remembered that from your entrance essay. There was something in Jake’s eyes, as he smiled at you. He lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed it. You felt a sudden rush of warmth flood through your body. It wasn’t one of lust, no, this one was different. Something that you hadn’t felt in years. 

Once dinner was cleaned up, and the dishes were in the dishwasher, the group had retired to the living room. You sat under Jake’s arm on the couch, as Nancy, Liz and Olivia sat around in the chairs, telling stories about their childhoods back in Texas. From what you had read and seen via the internet, the Seresin kids grew up on a large acreage in a small town called Mayfield, about thirty minutes outside of Austin. It was land that had been in the Seresin family for years, due to Great-Great Grandad Seresin striking it rich in the oil industry. The Seresins were the perfect picture of Old Money, each of them going to expensive private schools and marrying rich. 

“And you should’ve seen the look on daddy’s face when the cops showed up at the front door!” Olivia laughed as she told a story of the time that Jake and their other sister Amelia got in trouble for racing ATVs down the streets of town square, “Oh, Jacob was such a rebel!” 

“Someone had to be,” Jake laughed, “The only boy in a family of four girls. Had to prove my masculinity.” 

“So you have two other girls, Mrs. Seresin?” You asked. 

She took a sip of her wine and nodded, “I do, but please, darling, call me Olivia,” You blushed but nodded. Jake squeezed your shoulder, “Amelia and Kathleen. Kathy is also a professor, but works at The University of Texas teaching statistics and Amelia is a doctor in Los Angeles.” 

“Really? What does she specialize in?” 

“Have you talked to Ally?” Nancy asked, cutting you off. You shrinked back into Jake’s side. 

“I have not,” Jake answered, “The divorce is finalized. Why would I need to talk to her?” 

“Just wondering if she knows about. . . this. . .” Nancy pointed between the two of you. 

“I don’t think she really needs to know what I am doing with my life now that I am single, and divorced. Something that she so clearly couldn’t bother to do, seeing as she slept with the head of the biology department.” 

“Is she still teaching at Boston?” 

“No,” Jake said, coldy, “She’s not. The second I kicked her out, she packed her bags and flew back to Texas.” 

“Oh that will be great,” Liz rolled her eyes, “Perfect for Dad’s image. You know he’s up for-” 

“God! For once can we not talk about Dad and his stupid campaign,” Jake yelled. You felt him tense and gently started rubbing his thigh to get him to calm down. He settled back a little bit and released a sharp breath, “I know, he’s up for reelection, and I know the image of his son getting a divorce and dating someone younger, probably isn’t the best thing, but doesn't it matter that I am happy.” The room was quiet for a moment, before Jake stood up from the couch, “I think that’s enough family time for the night.” 

You watched as he walked out of the living room, and ran up the stairs to his room. You flinched as you heard his bedroom door slam shut. You gave his family a shy smile, before standing up from your spot. 

“I’m uh. . . going to check on him. It was nice meeting you all,” You said. Olivia smiled at you, and you followed the same path as Jake did. You didn’t bother knocking as you opened the door to his bedroom, seeing him pace around. The door was barely shut behind you, when Jake was pushing you against it. He kissed you roughly, his lips pressing against yours as he pinned you down with his hips. His lips went from yours, to your neck, his beard tickling you as he sucked harshly. 

“W-wait!” You pushed him back gently, “Your mother and sisters are-” 

“Don’t give a fuck. I need you,” He growled out. You pushed him back towards the bed, making him sit on the edge. He reached out to grab your hips, but you smacked his hands away, “Don’t fucking-” 

“Shut up,” You demanded. He quirked an eyebrow at your sudden demanding demeanor. But he listened, and watched you with list blown eyes as you pushed your blazer off your shoulders, and pulled your white shirt over your body. Jake groaned at the sight of your full tits encased in a navy blue sheer lace bra. You slowly pulled your pants down your legs, revealing the matching panties underneath. 

“Don’t tease me, baby, not tonight,” Jake moaned out, “Please baby girl.” 

“Not little one?” You asked him. 

“If you want me to treat you like a brat, I surely can,” Jake offered, “But I remember what I said, you deserve an award for your behavior. Now, let me give it to you.” You nodded and walked over to Jake. 

You climbed in his lap, a leg on either side of his hips. His arms circled around your naked torso, and held you close. He pulled you into a tender kiss, causing a low buzz to settle at the base of your spine as you grind your hips into his. You took the opportunity to push his shoulders down on the bed, your lips never leaving his. Jake let out a soft grunt as you started to kiss your way down his neck, to the top of the sweater he wore. He got the hint and dragged the sweat up and over his body. You felt the ache between your stomach intensify at the sight of his chiseled body. You continued on your mission, and kissed down his torso, to the waistband of his trousers. 

“I thought I was supposed to be rewarding you,” He quipped. 

“You always reward me,” You winked, and undid his belt, “Now, let me reward you.” 

Jake nodded and sat up as you went down to your knees, keeping eye contact with him as you pulled his pants and boxers down. His hard length sprung free and slapped against his stomach. You nearly drooled at the sight of his bright red tip, already leaking pre-cum. 

“Already hard for me?” You teased, and grabbed the base of his cock in your hand. 

“Always sweetheart,” Jake hissed as you licked a stripe from his balls to his tip, “You don’t know how hard it is to not bend you over in the middle of lecture. Why do you think I stand behind the podium so much now?” One of his hands made its way to your hair, guiding your movements as you took him in your mouth. They were gentle, letting you get used to the feel of him in your mouth. Jake was big, and you had difficulty fitting all of him in your mouth. You wrapped your hand around him, and moved in tandem with your mouth. 

“All the way down,” Jake said and pushed your head until your nose was flush with his pubic bone. You couldn’t help but gag around him, “Good girl. Breathe through your nose.” You tried to listen to him but gagged again, and placed your hands on his thighs. He pulled you off of him by your hair and you sucked in a deep breath, “Fucking pathetic.” He growled. Jake moved you quickly, so you were on your back underneath him. 

Jake didn’t even bother with foreplay, just spitting on your pussy, and spreading it with his cock, before pushing into you. You let out a small groan at the burning stretch, but you opened your legs wider to accept his hips pushing into yours. When he was balls deep, he waited a moment, feeling you flutter around him. Jake brought his hips back, and you expected a fast, brutal pace, instead it was slow as he penetrated you. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his cock brushing against your g-spot. Your fingers curled around his bicep for a moment, but then were gathered in one of his large hands and held above your head. 

“Fuck,” Jake mumbled. His free hand grabbed your thigh, hiking your leg over his hip, so he could get even deeper. You cried out at the feeling of him being even deeper in you. You could feel the tip of his cock tapping at your cervix in painful pleasure. 

“Not gonna last-” Your words were cut off by Jake leaning down to kiss you passionately. His hand that was holding your wrists, came down and grabbed your other legs, putting it over his hips. You got the hint, and locked your legs behind his back, bringing him as close to you as possible. You closed your eyes as you felt his lips sucking at your neck and collar bones. Your hands crawled at his back, surly leaving marks as his hips rolled into yours. 

This is what he must have meant, you thought to yourself, the passion. 

You had never felt pleasure like this before. Jake was skilled with his body, and was sending you over the edge of sure bliss. You felt your body being drugged further and further into the land of utter pleasure, and Jake could feel it too. He felt his body starting to tighten up, his balls feeling heavier, the growing fire in the pit of his stomach. 

“Let go, baby,” Jake whispered in your ear, and you let out a wanton moan in response, “There you go. So good for me, so, so fucking good.” 

“Oh fuck Jake,” Your legs shook, and ever coherent thought left your mind. You were totally at Jake’s mercy as he fucked himself through his own orgasm, his white seed coating your walls. 

“I got you, baby, you’re okay,” Jake cooed, “Let go, let your body relax in pleasure.” His words were almost as if they were straight out of an erotica novel as he said them into your ear. You fought your mind from drifting over to the blissful post orgasm haze, but the feeling of Jake holding you tightly in his arms was enough to make you drift off. 

The room was dark when you woke up. You were cold and looked down at your bare body against the white bedsheets. Sitting up, you clutched the sheets to your chest and looked around the bare room. You were still at Jake’s house, and in his bed, and naked. You smiled as you brushed your fingers over your still swollen lips. The ache between your thighs was a heavenly and painful reminder of the previous session of passion. You could say that you finally made love with someone. 

You slide your panties up your legs and grab a random t-shirt from Jake’s dresser, sliding it over your body, before making your way down his stairs. You could see his frame sitting on the couch in front of the fire. He was sitting with your back to you, his arms draped over the back of the couch, and you quietly walked over to him. Jake had a glass of whiskey in one hand, as his green eyes watched the flames of the fire dance in front of him. He turned at the feeling of your hand on his shoulder. 

“Why are you wearing my shirt?” His eyebrows furrowed. 

“Oh, I didn’t feel like-” 

“Aren’t you leaving now?” 

“What?” 

“Why are you still here?” He asked, “You leave after sex. It’s the rule.” 

“I don’t think what just happened was sex-” 

“What did you think it was?” 

You blushed and looked down at your feet, “Making love?” It came out as more of a question than you intended it to. You looked up at Jake, his face was stoic, before he broke out into a laugh. 

“You think that was making love?” He laughed and you felt your heart break in your chest. Jake shook his head as he stood up from the couch, “God, you’re much more gullible than I thought.” He walked over to you and kissed the top of your head. You retracted from the feeling of his lips on your skin, “I’m taking a shower. Be gone when I get done.”

 He slapped your ass and walked up the stairs, leaving you alone in the living room.

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hi!

First wanted to say I love the wereroomies series!! You’re doing a great job!!

Second, small lil headcannon if you don’t mind. I know Channie’s gf is thick/curvy. And while her self confidence is normally impeccable, there are days when it gets to her cause she doesn’t look like what media wants. You can’t tell me Chan wouldn’t be behind her in the mirror helping her with her routine leading her through mantras to herself.

hooo hooo hoo, anon. you're so smart and sexy, honestly.

i'm glad you're enjoying wereroomies ! your headcanon inspired me, so i wrote this. it's barely proof-read (i went over it like, once), but since it came out of my system i figured i should share it with you all !

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: use of the word fat (not in a derogatory way. we must destigmatise the word fat and i'll stand by this til i die sdjfbsdhjkf), references to 13 going 30, discussion of body image.

“This is bullshit…” You threw your pair of jeans on the bed, huffing and swearing away as if the thing had burnt your skin.

What a fucking week. First, the coffee machine at work broke. Second, your favourite undergarments store closed for good. And third, your favourite pair of jeans just ripped at the crotch, right where your thighs rubbed against one another. The universe was clearly testing your patience and that self-assurance you’d worked so hard for.

“Baby?” Chris peeked from the door of your bedroom, looking incredibly puzzled–not like you could notice much anyway, since you were pulling clothes out of your closet like a mad person. “Are you… Good?”

“No, I’m not fucking good”, your reply was maybe a bit harsher than how you would usually address your boyfriend, but you couldn’t really measure your words right now. “I’m pissed! Why does it have to be like this?”

You kept grumbling to yourself, pulling jeans after jeans from your closet, dropping them on the floor, trying to find a pair that would fit you like the ones that just ripped. None would, though. You knew that already. That was why these were stored here, untouched. None would hold your tummy like those did, none would make your ass look as good, none would hug your waist and your hips as well as those did.

“Hey…” Chris spoke softly, walking close to where you had dropped your pile of clothes. “Talk to me?”

You huffed, annoyed, dejected, defeated by the weights of society you so desperately tried to pretend didn’t exist. “Why? Tell me why the universe decided to make me fat in a world where fat people can’t even find proper jeans to fit us, huh? It’s bullshit…”

Chris opened and closed his mouth a few times, and you just huffed again, slightly annoyed. What would he know? He wasn’t only a male, but also a male in shape, handsome, surely personally sculpted by whichever wolf deity werewolves worshipped.

You started gathering your jeans from the floor, just as Chris took a look at the entire room, his eyes finally landing on the pair you had dropped on the bed earlier. He walked to them, taking them in his hands and examining them closely. Ultimately, he heaved a sigh once you dropped your pile of denim on the bed, fully intending to try them all on, even when you knew none of them would fit. They never did.

“Babe, come here…” Chris took a hold of your hand, his soft caresses on your thumb did ease you a bit, but you still felt infuriated by the entire thing.

Pulling you close, he sat on the bed, right in front of your full-length mirror, motioning for you to sit on his lap. Chris could withstand your weight with zero difficulty, you knew this already, he’d carried you and thrown you around like a ragdoll countless times. 

Hell, he’d often ask you to sit on him, borderline begging, so of course you knew he could most definitely hold your weight, but today you were particularly apprehensive about it, and it must’ve shown on your face, because he gave you his sad puppy eyes, with his sad puppy pout, and honestly, you were convinced this man must’ve studied the art of persuasion with the secret services, the intelligence service, or even fucking Kingsman.

With a sigh, you plopped yourself on his lap, letting his arms wrap around your waist and pull you close.

“I’m sorry, baby”, you mumbled against the skin of his neck, placing a quick kiss there. “I’m all grumpy today… You know I can usually stand these things, but today…”

“Don’t apologise, pretty”, Chris threaded his fingers in your hair, softly massaging your scalp in soothing motions. “It happens”.

“Mmm…” You pulled away from his neck, pouting. He chuckled softly once he took a good look at your face, pecking your lips until that pout disappeared from your face, until you were smiling and giggling.

With one final kiss, he patted your hip, a silent request for you to turn in his lap. “C’mon, let’s do that thing you do, yeah? The mirror thing?”

With his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder, and pressing kisses on your cheek, you looked at yourself in the mirror–admittedly a bit hard to focus on yourself when you had your incredibly warm boyfriend smothering your face and neck with kisses.

One thing you learnt while you grew up, while you tried to find comfort in your own skin, was how the way you talked about yourself affected your self-confidence. People failed to realise how strong one’s words could be, so when you took notice of this, you started to change the way you referred to your own body, and honestly, it did help immensely.

“C’mon, pretty baby…” Chris mumbled, unravelling his arms from around your waist, shamelessly starting to caress your body. “Twenty…”

“Flirty, and thriving”, you continued the phrase, stolen from one of your favourite movies. You had been updating the decade as you aged, and it was honestly comical how much comfort it brought you.

“Mm, good, good. I’m…?” Chris attached his lips to your neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses, admittedly distracting you way more than helping, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

“The baddest bitch”, you sighed, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips against your skin.

“Open your eyes, babe. Say it with your whole chest”, Chris chuckled, squeezing your thighs.

You swallowed the saliva that had gathered in your mouth. “I’m the baddest bitch”.

“What else?”

“I’m hot as fuck”, you added, following the movement of Chris’ hands around your body, sounding a bit less steady than you should have. “Scrumptious. Full of love…”

“And?”

“Society can kiss my ass”, you finished, sighing at the feel of your boyfriend’s hands kneading your lower belly under your t-shirt.

“C’mon, one more time. All of it”, he whispered, so close to your ear you felt the fine hairs at your nape stand on end.

“I’m twenty, flirty, and thriving. I’m the baddest bitch, scrumptious, full of love, and society can kiss my fat ass”, it was a silly little phrase, but the more you said it, the more you believed it.

“That’s it, baby. You are all of those things and more”, Chris sounded genuinely satisfied, and it made you smile just at how supportive of your silly little ritual he could be. “Can I kiss your fat ass, too?”

You laughed at that, turning in his hold, straddling him and resting your arms on his shoulders, holding him close. “Of course you can, babes. You can kiss me anywhere you want”.

“Anywhere I want?” Cupping your rear, he squeezed your buttcheeks, attaching his lips to your neck immediately.

“Anywhere”, you confirmed, sighing in content at the feel of his plump lips on your skin.

“Mmm…” Chris hummed, pressing a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips, kissing you deeply. “Then I will. And later, if you want, we can go around the city to get you a new pair of jeans. After we drop these ones to get repaired, of course”.

“Repaired?” You pulled back, looking him in the eyes, incredulous.

“I know a place”, Chris shrugged, sneaking his hands under your tee and dragging his arms up and down your sides, generously squishing your soft flesh. “It’s really easy to destroy clothes when you have supernatural strength, baby. We need to get thrifty”.

With a chuckle, you pushed on his chest, and Chris immediately let his body fall on the bed with the motion. Leaning into him, you attached your lips to his, revelling in his satisfied hum as soon as you rested your body weight on him and kissed him deeply.

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two

yn had been here so many times, it hurt less and less each time. she knew once she shared a little bit about her life people would pry more and more. this had been different though.

yn has been ready to tell the world about her amazing boyfriend and their adorable kid, but she wanted to do it at her own pace, in her own time.

slowly giving the world hints on who the man of the hour had been is amazing. millions of people speculating who it could be, she’d admit, it’s fun watching them squirm. she even replied to some fans that asked about him.

she loves sharing a little piece of herself. what she didn’t like was the obsessive prying eyes of the media. they found the location of aarons work, camping outside the building in case she had come out holding hands with the infamous mystery man. unfortunately they got nothing from her.

she hated that they’ve stalk her and they could potentially stalk aaron. aaron kept reassuring her that he’d be okay. he was sorta use to the cameras and a bit of the spotlight—dave is a famous author after all—paparazzi camped out the building long before they even met. yn just didn’t want him to get hurt by these vultures. aaron just laughs at her antics because, well, he’s an fbi agent. nothing a few paparazzi could do to him is anything like he’s had done while being on the field.

she realized how silly it is to fear for his safety. she just didn’t want this to ruin their relationship. it’s one of the many reasons why she stays in virginia and not in california or new york city. it’s quite quaint and simple.

the next few weeks had been pretty busy for yn. she’s been working on her own cosmetic line and another studio album. she’s excited for her new brand and possibly her last album for a little while.

yn is ready to slow down a little! her and aaron’s relationship is going amazing and she wants to eventually get married and have more kids. technically speaking, they’re already engaged! aaron proposed to her last year. she said yes immediately, but she didn’t want to officially get married until she was ready to take a break from music and do one last world tour for a little while. she also didn’t wanna tell anyone he had proposed just yet. not wanting people to know until they’re officially ready to plan the wedding.

aaron’s beyond proud of his girl. she’s finally doing something she’s wanted for awhile besides music! yn had been talking about becoming more of an entrepreneur for about two years now but had been afraid she’d failed. aaron assured her that she’d be very successful simply because she is smart and talented. her fans will love anything and everything she puts out there.

“darling, come to bed.” aaron whispers in her ear as he wraps his arms around her waist. she’s doing some last minute touches on a few designs she had in mind. not knowing how she wanted the logo for her cosmetic line to look.

“in a minute, babe. just gotta figure this out.” yn concentrate on a few photos. aaron sighs. he spins her around, gently grabs the papers, and sets them down. aaron caresses her cheek and kisses her gently. “hey, they’ll be there in the morning. you’ve barely got a lick of sleep the last few days. im worried about you.” aaron frowns. he rest his chin on top of her head. she sighs as she wraps her arms around his waist

“im sorry, baby. just want everything to be perfect.”

“and they will, yeah? because you’re a genius! but you don’t need to overwork or stress yourself. what is it you always tell me, huh?”

yn smiles. “work will be there tomorrow, family may not.”

“exactly! our son misses his mammas cuddles.”

yn felt awful.

“hey, i know what you’re thinking. none of that, you hear!” aaron leafs no room for arguments

she hums. “where’s my boy?”

“upstairs in his bed. he’s waiting for us to read him his favorite bedtime story. says he wants you to do it because you do the voices better.” aaron playfully scoffs.

“of course i do! mister monotone.”

“im not monotoned.” aaron argues. yn just shakes her head as she heads upstairs to their sons room. aaron follows right behind.

“ready, baby?” yn asked as she gently walks into jacks room.

“yeah, mamma!”

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