#i said a name of a random boy? no. yeah. and i didn't even knew what a fucking crush or even that i was aroace at the time. wild.

[minzart]

People who experience romantic and/or sexual attraction are so funny sometimes

They will ask "who's your crush?" And you will answer "i don't have one" and then it starts

"Why are you liying?", "you can trust me", "don't hide", "i don't belive you", "what?! Everyone has one come on", "hmhu it's [name] isn't it?".

in the extreme cases (mine once) they won't let you even leave the conversation and place it started

And so you lie

And when if "confession" comes from "name" and you reject it every single persson who made you lie will be angry.

Honey. Why the fuck are you angry? You decided a lie is more realistic than reality

#aroace #aromantic #asexual #have i ever told you guys the time i was in pre school and a gang of girls blocked me from getting out of the bathroom in school unless #i said a name of a random boy? no. yeah. and i didn't even knew what a fucking crush or even that i was aroace at the time. wild. #funniest thing was the mean girl try to flirt with said boy and confront me when i didn't even noticed. girl. i didn't even knew we had him #in class... literaly what are you trying to prove?

[eddiesxangel]

Could you do a smutty Eddie Munson fic where he’s your older brother’s bsf?

maybe reader has had a crush on Eddie for a while and when she finally decides to move on and date someone Eddie gets jealous?

What Eddie Doesn’t Know | Eddie x f!reader

AN: I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it took a while to complete. Thank you for the request; I haven’t been inspired by anything non-Christmas-themed in a while. I was literally barking at the trope.

wc: 7.1k oops

Cw: f!reader, reader is 19 and in collage and Eddie is 22 and a full time mechanic, reader goes by a nickname, jealous Eddie, jealous reader, angst, cheating (on the reader but not by Eddie), smut (pet names, oral, dirty talk, p in v), the fluffy ending!

Pathetic. That was how you felt at this moment in time. Here you were at your college homecoming party, and all you could do was be a wallflower, watching in self-pity as the love of your life. ( who doesn’t know is the love of your life) is pressed up on some girl in the back of the room.

"What are you doin' here, Tink?" you pop out of your daze to see your older brother, Adam, addressing you.

Did your parents name you Tink? No. Were you so obsessed with Peter Pan as a child you demanded to go by Tinkerbell? Yes. The nickname kinds just stuck.

"I go here?" You sass him back.

"This party is for upperclassmen only. How did you get in?" Adam was only three years older.

"Eddie's here, and he doesn't even attend school..." You gave him a pointed look.

"Yeah, cuz he is my best friend... like I said, how did you get in?"

"It's a house party, not Studio 54... I walked in."

"I'm going to kill Cory," He mumbled under his breath. Cory was supposed to be manning the door.

"Yeah, you should definitely get better security, all I had to do was let him feel up my tits, and we walked right on in..."

The Neanderthal didn't actually touch you, but the look on Adam's face when you let Adam believe he did? Priceless. You only lied so Adam would leave you alone.

What actually happened was you, Nancy, and Robin scaled the fence and got in through the back door.

"Cory!" Before you knew it, Adam was out of your hair, and you were back to being a wallflower….

"Tink there you are! You wanna continue to mope in the corner, or do you wanna get out of here?" your two best friends/roomies, Robin and her girlfriend Nancy, approach you.

"I guess let's just go." you sigh.

You can no longer bear the sight of Eddie, the boy you've been crushing on since the sixth grade, and your older brother’s best friend, leading the random girl up the stairs hand in hand.

Your stomach lurched at the thought of her hands running all over his body, how he would be on her, kissing her... inside of her. He didn't even know you were here... You should have gone up to him, maybe said hello. Perhaps he would have seen the ridiculous amount of effort you put into your ensemble just to catch his eye. But your efforts were lacking because, to him, you're always going to be Adam's annoying little sister.

You knew you had to get over this, but how could you? He has been in your life for fifteen years and always will be. Adam and Eddie have been friends for as long as you can remember. Your brother stuck by him throughout Eddie's family struggles. Your parents even took him in for a few weeks before CPS found his uncle took over full custody. He was basically your big brother, too, until your pesky teenage hormones started to kick in, and boom! You've been head over heels ever since.

''Good, let's get some greasy burgers and fries to end the night, ok?" Robin smiled.

In the 24-hour diner on campus, you were sitting at your regular booth with the girls across from you, eating your feelings, trying not to think about what Eddie was doing with that girl.

"So that party was a bust, huh?" Nancy spoke first.

"Yeah, totally... probably because Adam's house hosted." You giggled.

"Not to mention Eddie still didn't see you -OUCH." Robin looked over at Nancy, who was giving her a look of distaste. "Sorry, I meant he is an idiot, and you need to get over him! There are plenty of eligible guys on campus who you could date!"

"Even though my girlfriend is being is harsh, she is right, Tink. It's been so long, and you'll kill yourself over this if you keep this up."

"Ugh, I know! Do you think I'm a masochist or something? I hate to break it to you, but I do not enjoy this. I hate it. I hate that he is the one I think about every day when I wake up. I hate it when I go to sleep; he is the last person on my mind. He takes over my thoughts, and I don't know how to stop it!" You shove a fry into your mouth so you can take a breather.

"What if we found you a new guy? Someone to take your mind off Eddie?" Nancy perked up at her idea.

You heard the diner doorbells chime from behind you.

"I don't know..." Putting all your time and energy into someone new seemed like a lot of emotional work you wanted to avoid going through.

"Yes! Oh my god, Tink, you have to. It's the only way you'll get over him!"

"Get over who?" The silky, sweet voice of a male came from behind you.

You and the girls froze as Eddie, your brother, and a few other guys approached the table.

"No one." You mumbled, trying to fight off the blood rushing across your chest and cheeks.

"You can tell us, Tink! Who are we fighting?" Eddie laughed.

"Tink? What kind of stupid name is that?" one of Adam's jerk friends spoke.

"Excuse me?" you turn to see the guy you've never met.

You heard Adam burst out laughing with the rest of them, but not Eddie.

"Hey man, not cool!" Eddie stood up for you.

And there went the butterflies in your stomach. Eddie was always your protector. Even as kids, when Adam picked on you, he always stood up for you. Even if you weren't around, Eddie always put Adam in his place when it came to you.

You saw, out of the corner of your eye, Eddie shifted his weight down so he could sit beside you. Then, you felt a protective arm wrap around your shoulder.

Fuck. This shit right here is why you can never get over Eddie Munson.

You dared to look up; there he was in all his glory. The way the fluorescent light from above had cast down on him made him look like an angel. He smiled at you, but not before you noticed the dishevelled sex hair he tried to fix and the small amount of pink lipstick that stained the skin on his neck that he didn't quite get off. And the smell… sickly sweet perfume that was definitely not his signature musk.

You quickly turn your head back to your plate because you think you're about to puke up everything you just ingested…

"You, if you don't leave us alone." Robin piped up. She saw the look of pure disappointment in your eyes. You didn't need Eddie to rub in the fact that he hooked up with someone, especially since now he is smelling like a cheap hooker.

Robin and Nancy thought it was incredibly rude of your brother to flaunt Eddie in front of you like this. Of course, he knew your mega super infinity crush on his best friend. Yet here he is with his drunk-ass buddies, antagonizing you about the guy you needed to get over.

"Woah, Birdie, take it easy; we are just saying hello," Adam chimed in.

“You said hello at the party. Now leave!” You gritted through your teeth.

“You were at the party?” Eddie asked. His voice hitched high. High enough, it was embarrassingly so. Thankfully, his friends were too drunk and hungry to realize. A deep blush crossed his face when he saw you noticed the tone in his voice change. You just have a slight nod and continue to play with the food on your plate.

That’s why you were so dressed up. Eddie thought you looked so pretty, too pretty to be sad about some looser in a diner at one in the morning.

"Do we have a problem here?" A voice none of you recognized came from the booth beside you.

You all look over and see a cute guy with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing your school's rugby jersey. He was so not your type, but you can still admire beauty for what it is. He was a jock; that was clear as he stood up. He was big, more significant than your brother and Eddie, that's for sure.

"Nah, man, it's cool. This is my little sister and her friends." Adam slurs. Clearly, he had more shots since he left you to find Cory.

"I don't care who you are. You're clearly bothering them."

"It's okay, they were just leaving," Nancy said confidently.

"Whatever, let's go, guys," Adam commanded the pac, but Eddie lingered. He didn't like this blondie guy. He didn't like the way he was looking at you.

"Ed, come on!'

Eddie got up and slowly made his way to his friends.

"I'm Jesse," Eddie heard the musclehead speak, and he cringed internally. Something wasn't right. The feelings of anger and protectiveness were filling his mind.

Eddie looked back again and saw you smelling at the stranger as he reached out to shake your hand before sitting beside you.

What kind of freak is alone in a diner at 1:15 am? Eddie thought.

But it didn't seem to phase you or the girls; you were all blinded by his shiny hair and pearly white smile.

Eddie walked out and felt like he wanted to punch something. He needed to get away. He needed to know what the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he feeling this way? Why were you the one causing him distress? You were just Tink? Or so Eddie thought.

Jesse turned out to be really cool. You exchanged numbers, and he asked you to go to the movies next Friday. You hadn’t been on a date in forever; you had been so hung up on Eddie that any other guy seemed uninteresting. But this time, you were determined that Jesse would be the one to break the cycle. He was much different than you’re generally into, but you have some of the same interests, like movies and music, so you thought you’d go for it.

Jesse picked you up, bought the tickets, and insisted on buying the snacks and drinks. He held your hand and then slowly made his way to wrap his arm around your shoulder. It gave you butterflies you hadn’t felt from anyone else. Before you knew it, you willingly leaned in to make out with him in the back of the theatre.

You were so focused on Jesse that you didn’t notice Eddie was also on a date in the same theatre. But Eddie noticed you. He was seething the whole time. He didn’t pay any attention to his date or the movie. He hogged the popcorn and munched away as he watched you giggle and flirt with the blockhead jock. Eddie didn’t care that he had pissed off his date. He hardly said two words to her when they parted ways, not even offering to drive her home.

He didn’t want to go out with her but had hooked up with her at the party and felt terrible about it then. Now, he can’t even remember her name or why he went upstairs with her in the first place.

You were there, at the party, but he didn’t see you. Now he sees you everywhere, and it’s pissing him off. Why were you on his mind all of the time? For the past week, why have his dreams been consumed by you and you alone? Why did he want to hold you, be with you, talk to you, dare he say… kiss you? You were Adam’s little sister. Well, not so little anymore. You were a late bloomer, but boy, did you bloom.

Eddie hated how the blonde meathead’s hand rested too low on your back. His hands grazed your skirt a little too closely. Eddie wanted to jump the guy, but he couldn’t. He was twice his size. He would be pulverized, and that would be mortifying in front of you. You wouldn’t want him like that anyway, even if he did win in a fight over you!

What the fuck was Eddie thinking? He wasn't… that's the problem. He's now thinking about getting into a physical altercation over you. He isn't able to sleep now without thinking about you. He needed to get his head on straight and quit fucking around. He hoped that if he just focused on the cars at work, this little thing would go away on its own. Maybe he can't remember that he had slipped and hit his head? Yeah, that's it. He hit his head, and now his brain is just confused. He didn't like you like that! This will all go away by tomorrow.

Wrong.

Eddie was plagued with thoughts of you. He caught himself in numerous daydreams about you while doing mindless tuneups and tire changes at the shop. It was getting out of hand; it’s been another week, and he still can’t get you off his mind… Eddie needed to be proactive. The guys were starting to give him shit about it too. They knew he was focused on a girl. They could sense it.

There was another party tonight that Adam mentioned. He will go home and get cleaned up. Then he will go to the party, he will find a nice pretty girl who will let him bury himself inside her, to forget about his thoughts of splitting your open with his cock, and this will all be over.

You walked into the party hand in hand with Jesse. He was starting to make waves in your life, being only two weeks, but still. He would walk you to your classes and help you study in the library. He would walk you home and kiss you goodbye like the perfect gentleman. He hadn't tried making any advances as of yet. The two of you had only made it to first base. Maybe tonight you would get lucky? You felt ready.

“You want something to drink?” Jesse guided you to the kitchen.

The house was hot and sticky; you were worried about your hair getting frizzy. You worked so hard on it to look good for Jesse. He even complimented it when he picked you up. Forever the gentleman.

“Whatever they have is good.” You smiled up at him.

As the two of you walked into the packed kitchen, you tried to squeeze your way around but got stuck in the crowd. It was much easier for Jesse to get by just with his size alone.

“Excuse me,” you repeated three times, but no one was budging.

“You should be a little bit more assertive,” the voice behind you said. It sent a shiver down your spine.

As you turned, you saw Eddie smirking down at you. He was drunk. You could see that and smell it.

“Hi, Eddie.” You smiled meekly before you felt the weight of Jesse’s arm wrap around you, passing you your drink.

“There you are,” Jesse smiled. "Who's this?"

"That's just Eddie...Eddie, Jesse. Jesse, Eddie." You introduced awkwardly.

Just Eddie. The words stung.

"How do the two of you know each other?" Jesse gestures between the two of you.

"Brothers best friend." You smile.

"That's all I am to you? You wound me, Tink."

The fuck was that supposed to mean?

"Eddie, man! I got us two hotties over by the pool. Let's go!" In comes your obnoxious brother with perfect timing, as always.

"I guess I'll see you around." Eddie sighed.

"Nice meeting you, man." Jesse stuck out his hand.

"Whatever." Eddie brushed him off and left with Adam.

"I'm sorry about him. That was very rude. I don't?- He's usually not like that?"

"It's okay; I can tell a jealous guy when I see one." Jesse shrugged.

You almost spat out your drink. "Jealous?!"

"Oh, it's clear as day, honey."

"No... there is no way. He's never and will never like me... like that." It broke your heart to say that out loud. Your chest felt so heavy as the words came out of your mouth.

As the rest of the night went on, you and Eddie tried avoiding one another like the plague. Those words about him being jealous were swimming around in your head for most of the night, and Eddie was trying to avoid his feelings by being with another girl, but not one stood out to him.

Adam tried getting lucky but struck out when Eddie refused to go with the friend.

"What the fuck is your problem, man? She was like a solid eight out of ten."

"I wasn't into it..." Eddie's eyes found you, and he couldn't break his gaze. You were curled up in the blockhead's lap, sitting by the fire pit, all cozy and giggly. What he would give to have you in his arms like that.

"Oh fuck, not you now." Adam groaned in frustration, seeing where Eddie's googly eyes were directed.

"Huh?" Eddie said absentmindedly, not really paying attention.

"You can't be serious?! That's my little sister, dude; come on!" Adam was always one for the dramatics; that's why he and Edie got on so well.

"Woah, man, I never said anything about your sister."

"Well, it sure is clear by the way you're making heart eyes at her."

"Yeah, right," Eddie scoffed.

"Trust me, dude, it's that same way she looks at you." Adman shook his head. He thought he would be clear of this. That this would never happen, and yet here it is, happening.

"Wait, what? What do you mean?-"

"She's been in love with you since she was twelve... come one like you didn't know?"

"No way, you smoked too much tonight, so something? Maybe my stuff is off?"

"She likes you, dude. Never fucking shuts up about you."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't think it was relevant... I was never going to allow her to be with you! You serious? It's Tink, she's so...ew. You're so above that."

"She's not new," Eddie snapped. He hated how hard Adam had always been on you.

"Whatever, man, too late now. About time she has moved on."

Eddie stood up and walked out of the party without a word. He heard Adam call out, but he ignored him completely. He needed to process what Adam told him. He needed to sober up so he could think clearly. He needed to either make you his or find a way to get over you... and fast.

That night of the party, you didn't end up getting lucky. You tried making advances, but you inevitably were shot down. He said he didn't want your first time to be when you both had been drinking and in some random bathroom. So you accepted it, even though your horny gremlin was starting to come back to life. But what did happen was he asked you to make it official with him, and you said yes!

Tonight, you had to leave the apartment for your roommate's sake. It was their anniversary, and you told them you could have the place to themselves for a romantic evening. When you told Jesse, your new boyfriend, you needed a place to crash, he offered you his bed. You would go to your classes and then return to his for your first sleeepover as a couple. You were so excited!

Jesse ended class at one in the afternoon that day, and you ended at five, so it worked out perfectly. Luckily enough for you, your professor for your last lecture was ill, so they cancelled class that day. You thought it would be fun to surprise him by showing up early.

When you got to his house, his roommate let you in and said he was in his room with his friend Connor. So when you knocked on the door and walked in a few seconds later, you did not expect to see the two men in bed, naked...

You screamed and covered your eyes, absolutely mortified that you had walked in on them. You were so unbelievably hurt that you had been deceived. Why would he ask you to be exclusive if he was sleeping around?! And on the night when you thought you would get to have sex with your new boyfriend.

You did not give Jesse any time to explain himself as he tried to get out of the tangled sheets and arms of the other man. You heard your name being called out, but you ran out of there like a bat out of hell.

Tears stung your cheeks as the cold autumn air began to settle in. The rumble of the dark clouds was also looking quite ominous.

Just your luck. Of course, you would find your boyfriend in the arms of another man, and of course, the universe would make you walk him in the rain. How poetic.

A crack of thunder rumbled in the distance, and that's when the rain came down in buckets. At least it could cover up your tears. You continued walking, but you couldn't think of a place to go? You could not ruin your roommate's night. There is no way Adam would let you stay in his frat house, not that you would want to anyway, and your friends from the class went home for the weekend. Shit... maybe you could spend the majority of the night in the diner and then just walk home really late once they were defiantly sleeping. But your clothes were soaked and---

“Tink, what’s wrong?” you were snapped out of your thoughts by none other than the man who was the cause of this whole mess.

Eddie rolled down the work van window. He was covered in motor oil and dirty from working all day. His muscles ached, and he badly needed a hot shower, but now all he could focus on was you and why you were upset.

“Leave me alone, Eddie.” He hadn’t ever heard you speak to him like this?

“Tink, come on, it’s a literal thunder storm. Let me take you home.”

“Can’t, girls are having date night… told them to have the place to themselves.” You continued to walk as the chill from the rain was beginning to seep through to your bones. Your teeth betray you as the chatter starts.

“Where were you supposed to be right now?”

“None of your business!”

“Tink, don’t make me pull over!”

“Screw you, Eddie!”

“That’s it.” Eddie parked the car and got out. “You’re coming with me.” Eddie picked you up over his shoulder, and you let out a screech.

“Eddie! Put me down, you caveman!” You screamed. If anyone saw you, it looked like you were being kidnapped and taken into a murder van.

“No, can do Tink. I’m taking you home to warm you up. Then you’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on.” He commanded. And if you weren’t so mad, you’d say you were a little turned on by his voice.

You hear the car door open before he plops you into the passenger seat.

“Get in” he points to your legs hanging out of the car.

“Make me.” you shiver.

“You’re being such a child! Let me help you.”

“Fine!” You swing your legs into the van, and Eddie slams the door closed, making you wince.

The car ride was quiet besides the radio and your chattering teeth. You tried to wrap your arms around yourself, but it was of no help. Your t-shirt and jeans clung to you like a second skin, and the car heater was only blowing cool air. You swore you thought your nipples could cut glass.

Eddie said nothing as he tugged you over on the bench seat and wrapped a warm arm around you. You broke out into another chill, but this time, you weren't sure if it was from the rain or from Eddie.

Even though Eddie was self-conscious of smelling like motor oil and body odour, he was more worried about you catching hypothermia.

Once you were inside Eddie's warm apartment, he noticed how your body was on display. You would be the clear winner if you were in a wet t-shirt contest, that's for sure. Eddi's eyes were wide with desire, but he returned to reality when you asked if you could use his shower to warm up.

Eddie nodded absentmindedly as he thought about you being naked in his shower.

"Uh, you mind if I borrow a towel and some dry clothes? I have mine, but they got soaked through my overnight bag..."

"Yeah! Uh- I mean, sure, yeah, whatever..."

You blushed slightly at Eddie, trying to play it cool. He ran to his bedroom and returned with a handful of different fabrics. You took them and then headed into the bathroom.

The hot water defrosted your bones, and when you stepped into Eddie's clothes, his sent hit you like a tidal wave. You brought the old black corroded coffin band tee that he had from high school up to your nose and inhaled deeply. You felt immediate comfort being here, with Eddie, wearing his clothes.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, hair wrapped in the towel, Eddie couldn't help but smile at the sight of you.

"Not a word," you warn.

Eddie mock zipped his lips, then gestured to the couch for you to sit beside him.

"Sorry about being a pain earlier; you caught me at a really, really bad time."

"It's okay, Tink, you're here with me now; that's all that matters." Eddie let the towel around your head fall back so he could see your natural hair. "You wanna tell me what happened? I've never seen you so upset."

"You shook your head no, "It's too embarrassing."

"Come on, it's me we are talking about here."

You paused for a deep breath and decided to just lay it all out on the table... how much worse could it get, right?

“You remember Jesse, right?” Eddie could feel his fist tightening, but he said nothing while nodding his head with a tight lip. What the fuck did he do to you? “Well, he asked me to be his girlfriends no less than a week ago, and I was supposed to spend the night at his place… but I went over early and found him in bed with… someone.” Eddie went to say something but realized you weren’t finished and let you continue.

“Pathetic, isn’t it?! I finally get a boyfriend, and the moment I want to actually sleep with someone who isn’t you, they are in the arms of someone else! Am I really that undesirable?! I was practically throwing myself at him, and it turns out he was fucking his “friend” the whole time.”

You had missed your slip-up, but Eddie hadn't. Eddie didn’t hear anything after “I want to sleep with someone who isn’t you,”

So Adam was right…

“Eddie? Eddddiiieee?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face to try and get back his attention.

Great, so now you’re undesirable AND boring.

“Sorry what?”

“Forget it… you don’t wanna hear about my pitty party. I’ll call a cab and head back to… oh shit, I can’t even go home!”

“Stay here.”

“Eddie, I couldn’t possibly-”

“Yes. Stay. Take my bed; I’ll take the couch.”

“Eddie, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, Tink?” He brushed a fallen piece of hair behind your ear, and those pesky butterflies erupted within your core.

“Because…” because I’m in love with you and don’t know if I can hold back my feelings any longer.

“Exactly, you can’t come up with one. Let me take care of you.” Eddie’s voice dropped an octave.

A chill travelled down your spine. His touch is electric. Any time you’re with Eddie, your body feels like it’s been recharged.

As you gaze into Eddie’s eyes, this undeniable magnetic pull connects you. Was he leaning in? Or were you? Maybe it was the both of you? There was little to no space between you. Never in a million years did you think you would be sitting here, alone with Eddie in his apartment.

“I should get cleaned up,” Eddie whispered. He was so close you could taste the spearmint Nicorette gum he had been chewing. It took everything in his power to pull away. He wanted to kiss you so very badly, but he got a whiff of himself, and he needed to wash up. I would be unfair to you.

“Oh, okay,” you breathed in, and Eddie slid back.

“You can make yourself at home, okay? Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I’ll be 10 minutes.”

Eddie was freaking out in the shower, and you were freaking out in the kitchen. While Eddie scrubbed his skin so hard he thought he would scrub it off completely, you went to the fridge to find anything to help calm your nerves.

There wasn’t anything in the fridge, but the freezer, on the other hand... Bingo. You poured yourself a shot of vodka and almost threw up, but you held it together with a chaser of orange juice. You took one more for good measure and then made your way back to the couch. As you waited for your liquid courage to kick in, you flicked around on the TV but didn’t really pay much attention. Your thoughts were swimming with questions and possible scenarios that could play out this evening.

You were taken away from your inner thoughts when Eddie exited the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. You tried not to make it obvious, but the alcohol clouded your awareness of your face.

“Sorry, I left my clothes in the bedroom” he saw you eye fucking him and gave a little smirk.

“It’s okay. Totally okay.” you sighed.

The sight of his wet, bare torso makes your heart race, his flesh covered in goosebumps, his nipples perked, and his hair soaked yet still so sexy. Your stomach simultaneously flip-flopped. And as for your pussy… well, she got a little excited at the heavenly sight in front of you.

“Yeah,” You wanna see more, Tink? Eddie thought to himself.

“Yeah.” You sighed before he disappeared into his bedroom.

Minutes later, Eddie returned, and the two of you acted as if nothing happened. Neither of you willing to break the tension first. So you both sat silently, watching some random TV movie while you prayed to come up with something to discuss. You wanted to talk so badly with him.

“This couch is pretty lumpy; it wouldn’t be fair to make you sleep on it.” You felt terrible that he offered his bed. “I’ll take the couch.”

“Nope. No way.” Eddie shook his head.

“Eddie.” You huffed.

“Tink,” he mocked back.

“You need a good sleep! You work a strenuous job…And my back can take it.”

I bet your back could take it, Eddie thought.

“You calling me old, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart, your stomach did a flip-flop again.

“No.” You snicker at his accusation.

“I don’t think I believe you” Eddie’s tone dropped again.

“Well, I’m not letting up”

“Neither am I; you’re sleeping in my bed whether I’m on it or not.

“Oh...”

“Yeah, oh.” Eddie sat back and the both of you finished the movie in silence.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but Eddie shook your shoulder awake.

“Come on Tinkerbell we are going to bed.” You think you hear Eddie whisper.

Were you dreaming? Did Eddie just tell you the two of you were going to bed?

“Mmm?”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch, remember? Don’t think you’re getting out of this so easily.”

“Okay, Eddie, “ you agreed in your sleepy haze.

You feel his arm wrap under yours as he helps you off the couch.

“There you go.” Eddie coos as he places you down gently.

The moment your head hits the pillow, you’re suddenly wide awake. You’re in Eddie’s bed. Eddie is getting in next to you.

“Figured we would compromise.” He slid next to you but over the covers with a throw blanket.

“Thanks for letting me stay… and giving me a shoulder to cry on.” You cringed with embarrassment at the last part.

“Thanks for letting me stay… and giving me a shoulder to cry on.” You cringed with embarrassment at the last part. “You seem to always be there for me…” you turn to your side to face Eddie.

“I’ll always be there for you, Tink, whether you like it or not…” Eddie also turns so he is facing you.

“Eddie.” Your breath hitched.

“Yes Tink.”

Fuck are you really going to spill your guts to him here and now?

“I… I wanna-need to tell you something.” You close your eyes, not daring to look at him.

“I think I might have an idea.”

“You-what?” Eyes still closed

You feel the bed shift and feel Eddie's warm breath fan your lips.

“Do you trust me?” Eddie whispered.

You aren’t brave enough to speak. So you tentatively nod your head yes.

“Do you trust me, Tink? I need you to say it.” He asked once more.

You slowly opened your eyes and bravely opened your mouth. “Yes, Ed’s, I trust you.”

A slight smile graces Eddie’s before you watch him lean in with a pucker.

Your heart skipped a beat the moment his lips touched yours.

Holy shit.

Eddie Munson was kissing you. Eddie Munson, your older brother's best friend, who you’ve been in love with for seven years, is now kissing you… in his bed… late at night… with no one else around. It was like fireworks were going off. It was everything you ever wanted and more.

It was all you had ever dreamed of, and now he was blowing your expectations out of the water. You had to have more. You needed this to last forever.

Your hands moved up to cup his face. His cheeks were rough with stubble, contrasting his soft plush lips. Eddie shifted closer to you. You could feel his body through the thick blankets that separated the two of you, but you wanted to be closer to him. You threw the blankets and all caution to the wind when you shifted to wrap your legs around him.

Eddie rolled so he was on top of you. To your surprise, you felt his firm cock pressed to your thigh, which made you moan softly.

“Fucking hell, Tink”

“Eddie, please, I need you.”

“Didn’t take you long to beg,” he chuckled darkly.

“Well, it took you long enough to see me.”

Eddie gazed into your eyes like he was looking at you for the first time. Like really seeing you. He muttered your name, your real name, for the first time, and you couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your face before you strained your neck to take his lips once more.

Eddie’s strong hands grazed your waist and settled on your hips, pinning you down to the mattress. His weight is entirely on you now. Your knees hitched up, and you opened your hips more to give him more room.

“Eddie,” you gasped into his mouth. Eddie ground his hips into yours, and you let out another soft moan.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You, it’s always been you.” You confessed.

Eddie didn’t say anything in reply but instead worked his fingers to the waistband of his sweatpants that you dawned.

“This okay?”

“Oh my god, yes,” you rushed. You’ve waited too long for this moment.

“Eager, aren’t we?”

“Don’t be mean,” You shove the pants off your ankles and go for your shirt.

“Wait… let me.” Eddie sat up so you could as well. His hands brushed the hem and slowly pulled the shirt he let you borrow off of you.

He took in your naked frame in front of him.

Shit, you weren’t wearing your panties this whole time? They must have been soaked as well from the rain. Eddie thought.

Eddie saw you shy away as you sat there naked in front of the boy you loved as he took you all in.

It didn’t take long before Eddie’s hands roamed your skin, finding your breasts.

“You’re so soft.” Eddie moaned into your neck as he took in the fact that you now smelled like him. He sent all over you; he was feral. He needed to claim you as his own. How could he be so blind all these years? You were perfect; you were everything he ever wanted.

“Do you like soft?”

“Very much so.”

Eddie melted into you once more as he travelled down your body, kissing and nipping at every inch. You softly moaned when he flicked your nipples with his tongue, and you really moaned when he reached your wet pussy.

How Eddie loved the noises he was pulling from you. He would do anything to make you sing for him.

“You like that baby? You want me to touch you… here?” His index finger grazed your wet slit.

“Yes” you replied quickly, a little too quickly.

“Good, I don’t know what I would have done if you said no.”

You giggled, but it was cut off by the feeling of Eddie’s fingertips grazing your clit.

You’d daydreamed countless times about how his fingers would feel while you watched him while he and your brother jammed in your garage.

He circled your clit before dipping his head down to kiss your lower lips. Reality hit you once again. Eddie was eating you out. Eddie was eating you out like a man starved, in fact. How was he so good at this? Scratch that you didn’t want to know. Your thoughts slowed down as Eddie’s thick fingers entered your wet hole.

“Eddie!” You yelled with pleasure.

“Oh yes, sweetheart, say my name.”

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” you replayed like a mantra.

As his fingers grazed that spot that only you managed to find when you were alone in your bed, exploring your body. You fell apart in his hands.

“Your pussy grips me so good, god I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Please, Eddie,” you begged in your blissed-out daze.

“Let me hear it again,” he smirked.

“I need you, please. I want your cock so badly."

“Mmmmmm, as you wish.” he pulled back so he could strip. You watched as his tight muscles flexed as he pulled off his shirt, then scrunched as he bent over to take off his bottoms.

His cock sprung out of their confines, and your breath hitched for what you thought was at least the fourth time that night.

You’ve imagined what it would look like, but none of the times ever did you imagine he was this hung. No wonder he was so confident and cocky around women. It was long, thick, and straight. No curvatures, just pure rod.

“I don’t think that’s going to fit,” you blurt out, not thinking.

“Don’t worry, Baby. It’ll fit.” he slunk back down on you, peppering your lips with more sensual kisses. His fingers travelled down to your pussy, stretching you out again, only this time, he used 3 fingers to make sure you were nice and ready.

“Please, I’m ready” You ground your pussy into Eddie’s hand.

Eddie reached over into his drawer, pulled out a condom, and slipped it over his shaft as quickly as possible. Seemed that he was just as eager as you.

Eddie kissed you hard as his cock slipped past your wet folds and inside, splitting you open. The wonderful burn of his cock burying itself inside of you. What could you say? It had been a while, and Eddie was the biggest you’ve ever had.

“Slowly,” you guided Eddie as he rocked his hips, giving you time to adjust.

“God, you’re so tight”

“Mmmphmm”

“Your noises are so pretty.” Eddie tucked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear.

Eddie took your breath away as he looked into your eyes. He was being so soft and gentle with you as if you could break.

“Eddie, please.”

“I got you, Princess”

Eddie rocked his hips with more emphasis; his body was moulding into yours. As his cock grazed your tight walls, you felt your body was brought to life.

“Oh fuck” your words slipped, not even realizing you were speaking.

“Come’on baby, let me hear you”

“You’re making me feel so good, Eddie!”

“More, tell me who you belong to.”

“ You! always been you, Eddie, please, I wanna come. Please make me cum on your cock.”

“Good girl. You’re being so good, f’me” Eddie's hips slapped into the backs of your thighs, and he plummeted into you, making you cry out in pleasure.

Eddie grabbed the backs of your knees and pushed them back to your shoulders, only making the angle more delicious as he fucked you. He watched as his cock disappeared into your wanton pussy. He watched as you clenched down on his cock, and he almost lost it as he tried not to cum right then and there.

“Fuck me, Tink! Your pussy is too good,” he gritted through his teeth, trying to keep the pace without blowing his load.

“Eddie!” Your body was on fire as his cock continuously hit your g spot. Your lower belly tingled as the feeling of your orgasm built up again.

“You close, baby?”

“Yes”

“Cum for me.”

“More, I need more.”

Eddie slipped his hand between you and gently circled your clit once again.

You moan, cockdrunk as your body begins to spasm around Eddie’s cock.

“Yes, that’s it, come on baby. Keep cuming. That’s my girl.”

Your eyes roll back into your head, and you clamp your jaw. Every muscle tightens and clenches as your second orgasm rips through you.

“Good girl. Good fuckin girl.” Eddie praises as he empties himself into the condom.

After a few moments of the two of you catching your breath and Eddie discarding the used condom, you break the silence.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you chuckled in disbelief.

“Adam is going to kill me,” Eddie laughed.

“Good, I’ve been meaning to get him back. You roll over to snuggle in his arms.

“And to think you were supposed to be in another man’s bed tonight.” Eddie hated that idea.

“At least I ended up in the right man’s bed.”

Tagging those who seemed interested: @lofaewrites @lavendermunson @imyourdaninow @itsfreakingbats @allthingsjoeq

#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #Eddie Munson fluff #eddie munson angst #older brothers best friend x reader #request #TJ’s mailbox #jealous!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x smut #eddie munons x angst #eddie munson x fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x f!reader

[honeybubblebeeeeee]

Arranged marriage AU!Toji x Reader

Summary: Your son with toji, Megumi, said his first words today

CW: toji is cold and distant mostly hurt and no comfort mild fluff i guess??

Idk this was a random thought and now its here

REQUESTS OPEN!

Marriages were not always done out of love. Some were done out of necessity or desperation. Much like the one you were currently in. It was necessity of clans and land squabbles and power hungry old men that didn't care for the feelings of those around them - only getting what they want.

And in your case they got what they wanted. Did you get anything you wanted? Well kinda.

Being in an arranged marriage to Toji wasn't the worst thing to happen to you. It could be worse but it could also be much, much better.

You had known each other since you were children as it was planned from a young age that you two were to be married. You hadn't minded. Toji was attractive and you had a mini crush on him for the longest time but he always detested you. You knew of the numerous women he had slept with before your marriage, having run into them multiple times. It felt like he was trying to push you away, to force you to beg for an out but you both knew that wasn't happening.

You had only been married for a short time now almost two years. It had been mostly uneventful in the name of new marriages aside from - ya know - the whole baby you had. Toji and you were told to waste no time in trying to produce an heir and really that was the only Toji showed you any affection. Outside of those moments he was cold and inattentive. Those moments were only out of the necessity to reproduce anyway. He didn't interact with your son Megumi very much either.

You cleaned up the kitchen after dinner in your large but yet lonely house. Toji was still out. Work or something else you weren't sure. Megumi babbled and bounced as he watched you move around the kitchen from his highchair, music played in the background. You smiled at him as he babbled. "Hi 'Gumi." You waved at him smiling wide. He laughed giddly at your voice, his mop of black hair bouncing with his movements.

He was the happiest and the cutest baby you had ever seen. You were more than proud of yourself. It was only mildly hurtful that Megumi was identical to Toji. His dark hair, his facial structure screamed Toji. The only thing he had gotten from you was your eyes. They reflected back at you as you approached the bouncing baby putting him on your hip.

You danced along to he music, bouncing him around as he laughed and babbled.

You put him down on the floor as you turned off the music. He continued babbling to himself as he crawled around. "Dadadadadada"

You turned almost comically slow to look down at your son. "What?!" Your smile was wide and your face was full of surprise.

Megumi babbled on again almost coherently. "dadadadadada"

You were so in shock you could barely move. Picking him up and swiftly sitting him on the counter. "Gumi did you say dada?! Say it again! Say dada."

Megumi laughed and babbled at you. You repeated the word multiple times, he watched intently his mouth moving as if trying to copy you. More coherent this time. "Dada"

You smiled wide and clapped at him. "Good job Megumi!! Oh my we have to tell Dada don't we? Such a smart boy."

Within the same moment Toji burst through the front door. You looked up at him as he passed by the kitchen, not even taking off his shoes before going to stomp up the stairs. "Toji! Oh my gosh come here Megumi just-"

"Leave me alone." He marched up the stairs. You heard his footsteps through the house and his bedroom door slammed. You looked down at Megumi as his small hands held onto your shirt and he looked up at you with big eyes. "Dada." You smiled softly at him. "Yeah baby... dada." Looking towards the stairs as if seeing him stomp up to them all over again.

Hours went by and he never came back down. You texted him that his dinner was in the fridge, that you wanted to show him something, that you were here for him if he needed anything, that you were sorry he had a bad day and he never answered or even read a single message.

Since figuring out he could say 'dada' Megumi had not stopped repeating it. You knew it wasn't to annoy you but you couldn't help feel a pang of hurt every time he said it. Toji was rarely around. Why couldn't his first word be mama, the one who is always around?

It was Megumi's bed time but you really thought Toji hearing Megumi would lighten up his day a little. You sighed to yourself as you built lego towers with Megumi upstairs in his playroom. Here you were, still trying to be the wife but he really was making you into a stranger.

You bathed and dressed Megumi in his pjs and held him close as he looked up at you. "Should we go see if dada is busy Megumi?" His eyes widened at the word and continued his babbling mantra of it. You walked through the east half of the house where your room and Megumi's plus your own office, some extra rooms and Megumi's playroom were. Toji's side was the west wing. If you were actually husband and wife you would share the north wing, where the extravagant bedroom - apartment practically - sat bare and collected dust. You looked to the double doors at the end of the north hall with disappointment before making you way to the west end and stepping up to Toji's door.

You hesitated before knocking softly. Waiting a moment before looking down at Megumi and shrugging. "I don't know if he's awake bud." You thought for a moment before slowly pushing the door open and peering inside. The light were on so you entered even though you knew you shouldn't. Toji never let you in his room. You'd only be in here a handful of times and all those times were unpleasant.

You walked through the sitting area into the bedroom until you noticed the bathroom door shut. You shook your head, looking to Megumi, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "I think we will show dada tomorrow okay?" Megumi was unusually quiet, maybe being able to feel the tension that grew in your body. Turning swiftly you made for the door you came through but before you made it out of the bedroom the bathroom door opened.

"What are you doing in here?" Toji's voice was loud and cold. You turned to look at him. Water dripped from his wet hair, his body damp with steam. A towel hung loosely around his waist. "Did I say you could come in my room?" His eyes bore holes into you. The heat that rushed into your face gave away your fear.

You looked down to the son you both created, trying to look anywhere but at the way his muscled form rippled infront of you. It was easier to pretend you didn't find him attractive or care about him or have feelings for him when he wasn't right infront of you.

"Oh... sorry... I just..."

He eyed you, how you stayed focus on Megumi. The small boy holding onto your free hand. "What happened? Is Megumi ok?" His expression changed as he approached the two of you. His voice still cold and annoyed but a hint of concern hid underneath it all.

Your head snapped to him. Eyeing him closely for a reaction. "Nothing I just... he said his first word today. I thought it might cheer you up to hear it if I can get him to say it again."

His features softened ever so slightly. "His first word?" Toji tilted his head in thought. "What was it?" You couldn't help but notice the small amount of excitement in his voice.

Megumi bounced in your arms at Toji's voice, babbling along as if trying to figure out how to say it all over again. I smiled at Toji and then back down at Megumi. I pointed at Toji. "Who's that Gumi? Hmm? Say dada! Say it again baby show dada."

Megumi babbled and pointed towards Toji for a few moments before sounding out dada once again.

Toji's face immediately brightened. "What?! Dada??" He chuckled deeply, one that sounded genuine and it shook something in you. "He actually said it. Good boy Megumi." Toji stepped up to you and the baby as he spoke. Brushing Megumi's heap of hair back.

You kissed to side of Megumi's head as he bounced on your hip. "He hasn't even said mama yet." You chuckled softly but the tinge of hurt was in your voice. "Anyway that was all I wanted to tell you. Sorry for coming in your room, I know I'm not supposed to."

He shook his head. "it's okay." He assured as he watched Megumi babble and squirm in your grip. He was overtired for sure. Toji seemed to be a different person than the one you had come accustomed. His permanent scowl was gone and he looked almost happy. "Can I hold him?"

His question shocked you. Eyes widening but you handed him over.

Toji softly cradled him, rocking him back and forth as he whispered to him. Megumi didn't cry or fuss, even his overtired babbling stopped. Slowly his eyes got heavy and closed. You watched intently as Toji interacted with your son. If it could be like this all the time.

"He really does have my hair. He's got your eyes too." Toji commented quietly while admiring his son. His eyes flicked up to yours for a moment.

I smiled at him. "Yeah... he does..."

Toji chuckled softly. "He really does look like me. It's kinda scary."

You laughed a little more sincerely than you intended. "He does, has your personality too."

Toji chuckled low. "Yeah, he's cold and distant just like me?"

Your smile dropped, panic set in at his words. "Oh n-no I didn't mean it like that..."

Toji shook his head and looked up at you, a soft chuckle leaving his lips at your panicked expression. "I was joking, I know what you meant." He assured as he watched the sleeping Megumi in his arms.

You let go of a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. "oh right."

Toji whole aura seemed to relax when he held Megumi. You wished he could be around all the time. That he could be the father figure Megumi needed. That he could be the husband you wanted. To come home after a long day, and sit together. To be able to go to him when you needed a hug or reassurance or just wanted to feel loved. Your eyes focused as you realized that Toji was watching you deep in thought. Shaking your head you held out your arms. "I can take him now if you want. I don't want to bother you."

He held onto Megumi for a moment, seeming almost reluctant before handing him over to you. You smiled and nodded at him, turning to leave. He called out to you as you reached the door. "Wait, Y/N-"

You turned to look at him. "What's up?"

He opened his mouth to say something but closed it slowly. "Never mind sorry. Goodnight."

You eyed him for a moment before reluctantly turning away. "Alright... goodnight."

He couldn't bring himself to tell you the things he wanted to say. He couldn't find the words. How does he make up for the suffering you already endured? You had always so easily melted his cold dead heart, so he kept you at a distance but you had been so close. He already felt it melting.

#toji x reader #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji fushiguro x you #toji x you #arranged marriage #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen

[jaylver]

PINKY RING — S.JY

synopsis: setting up a deal with a frat boy you've just met at a party turned out to be a stupidly cute idea. who knew his drake reference and the deal involving his pinky ring would soon score him a date with you.

pairings: frat boy!jake x afab!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, frat boy + football player jake, college au, romance, fluff

warning(s): profanities, party, alcohol

wc: 2.9k

a/n: a very late contribution to jakeday! this was much longer than planned so i hope you all enjoy it! apologies in advance if the writing sucks since i've been tired all week T-T please leave a feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! muah xx

masterlist | © jaylver all rights reserved.

Wandering into a frat party alone was quite literally the least sane thing you've done in a while.

Your best friend, Yunjin, had called you up to meet her at a frat party at the most random hour of the night. The temptation got to you for the worst as you caved in and placed aside your studies in order to get some free booze, even if they're low budget ones.

That only explained why you were there then. Looking between your phone and the sight before you as you walked, trying to get a hold of your friend. She was probably somewhere wasted and you wouldn't be surprised if it was true. 

Once you sent her a text announcing your arrival and hoping for a text back, you slipped your phone away and wandered into the kitchen area, further from the crowded area filled with people dancing quite scandalously.

Whatever dodgy concoction they had prepared there, you took some and sniffed it before taking a sip, shrugging in half approval. You'd take what you have. Soon, you settled yourself in by leaning against the counter, pulling out your phone as it had started buzzing.

You were distracted by the chiming of your phone, realising Yunjin texted back and you immediately replied back. She was, in fact, somewhere in the house, except she was with a guy. Wait, a frat boy, Jay Park? Oh, you've heard of him. 

You didn't want to say much and just texted her back to call you when it's time to leave, or if she's even leaving at all. Meanwhile, you were unaware of the additional presence who had wandered into the kitchen as you typed out your last text.

“Oh—hey,” 

You glanced up from your phone the moment you pressed 'send', staring back at a guy that you swore you've seen somewhere before, he was too familiar. He wasn't just a guy though, he was a hot one. Backwards cap on, dressed in a casual black hoodie and ripped jeans, dyed blond hair peeking out from his cap. 

That was a sight to see. 

“Hey,” you could tell he wasn't expecting your presence in the kitchen just the same as you were.

The corner of his lips twitched, head tilted to one side. “New around here? I think this is the first time I've seen you at our party,”

Our? Was he a part of the frat?

“I don't usually wander into frat parties,” you shrugged, and he nodded, smiling. 

“I'm Jake, by the way. Jake Sim. I'm a part of the frat, we usually have these types of parties on the weekend,” he extended his hand out for a handshake, to which you accepted, staring a little too longingly at his pretty hands and fingers. Don’t be a creep. 

“Am I missing out? I'm Y/N L/N,”

“Well, Y/N, maybe you are,” an apparent accent flowed from his voice, and the way he said your name shouldn't have made you scream inside. “You should come by more often, I'd love to see more of you here,”

“We'll see. I wasn't even meant to be here, but my friend called and I thought ‘why not’ so here I am,”

“It's fated, then. We're meant to meet,” he clapped, lips stretched into a cheery smile that had you swooning.

“I suppose it is,” you let him join your side in leaning against the counter, feeling the fabric of his hoodie brushing against your bare skin. “You know, you look very familiar to me, I think I've seen you before,”

“Yeah?” His tongue swept across his bottom lip, eyebrow quirking with interest.

“Football team. It's you, isn't it? The striker,”

“How did you know?” He seemed genuinely surprised, and you were in disbelief as well. He was much different compared to what you remembered.

“My friend's on the team too, Kim Sunoo,”

“Him!"

“Yes, him! I went to one of the matches and you scored in it, it was a great match," you could still recall the faint memory of Jake scoring, his name blasting from the speakers, back when his hair was coloured black.

“Wow,” Jake stared in amazement, his smile never wavered, only widening. “We're much connected than I thought,”

“We are,” you couldn't help smiling as well, finding his energy contagious and severely intoxicating. You had to turn around and take a sip of your drink as a way to not become flustered around him, but only to notice the rings resting on his fingers.

“Nice rings,” you complimented, and it seemed to be his turn to become flustered. Immediately bringing his hands up for you to look closer and showcasing his rings.

“Thanks,” he said, sounding pleased.

“You have a pinky ring too?” You pointed at his pinky, noticing the silver ring gleaming under the light.

“Pinky ring till I get a wedding ring,”

It didn't hit you until a beat later. He was quoting Drake. 

“Drake? Seriously?” A teasing grin travelled to your lips, nudging him slightly ever so naturally. He didn't complain, just reciprocated your smile, seemingly glad that you caught onto his reference.

“Hey, I'm a big fan. Sue me,”

“No judgement, I like Drake too,” you spoke your half truth, shrugging lightly.

Jake turned to look at you, a light sparkling in his eyes, telling you he had something in mind. “Hey, why don't I give you my pinky ring, and the next time we meet, you give it back to me?”

“What?”

“Let fate decide our next meeting. If we bump into each other again, you hand me back my ring, and I'll get your number. Deal?”

“Sounds good,” why were you doing this?

Even as your consciousness was telling you what stupid idea this was, you couldn’t help but feel confident. There was definitely a next time. You were sure of it. Even after Jake slipped his ring onto your pinky, feeling his skin graze against yours, you were confident that fate would bring you to him, or even him to you.

You bid him a small goodbye, watching his bright energy disappear through the door and be left with yourself, wanting him to come back. Did Yunjin and you somehow suddenly share the same taste in men? Frat boys?

Soon, you abandoned your drink and walked out of the kitchen into the party scene. To your relief, you spotted Yunjin waving at you, a tall boy with silver hair standing right beside her. That was probably Jay.

“Oh my God, I thought I lost you,” she engulfed you into one of her warm hugs while you didn't miss the lovesick smile she always had whenever she was around a crush.

“I would say the same for you,” you nudged her slightly, eyeing her romeo of the night.

“Oh—Jay, this is my best friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Jay,” Yunjin introduced, and Jay gave you a friendly hug as a greeting. Off the bat, you could tell he was a decent guy despite being in a frat.

“You're not joining your friends for beer pong?” Yunjin pointed out to Jay and you took notice of said beer pong going on across the room. 

There he was. Jake. Standing out amongst the bunch of guys that were most likely his friends, catching your attention in an instant. His baseball cap was no longer worn backwards, sleeves rolled up and showcasing the protruding veins decorating the expanse of his arm. He was holding onto a ping pong ball, aiming at one of the red shot cups and eventually shot it in successfully, letting out a loud laugh while throwing his arms up into a flexing pose and hitting his chest.

What a frat boy. But you think he's a cute frat boy. He was an exception.

“Should we leave soon?” Yunjin had to poke your shoulder to gain your attention back to her. At that realisation, you visibly flushed a tinge of pink, coughing and nodding rather stiffly. You could tell your best friend was suspicious of you, but didn’t press on and told you Jay was dropping you two off.

What you didn’t catch onto as you left the room was Jake’s lingering gaze on you. 

He was going to get his ring back. He was confident about it.

“You’re telling me you’re missing Jay’s friend?”

“I am doing exactly that,”

He wasn’t just Jay’s friend, he was also his frat brother. Yet, Jay was oblivious you two knew each other, or at least that’s what you think in your perspective. 

Telling Yunjin about your happenings from that party was both a good and bad decision. The good part was that she was happy for you. The bad part was realising how predictable you were. In her words, she knew you would fall for Jake especially since you had a weak spot for men with cute smiles. Dammit.

It has been a week since that night at the frat house. To be honest, you could be crazy and just go back to find Jake, but were you going to chase a man like that? No, wake up! But, you were also shamelessly missing him and mulling over the fact that the ring was still on your pinky. 

“This is so stupid, why is he waiting on fate to act?”

“I think it’s cute,”

“You’re hopeless,” Yunjin rolled her eyes, but you just laughed, because you, too, knew it was dumb. A stupid game that tortured you but you enjoyed the anticipation as well. “Anyway, Jay’s going to a football match later in the evening, apparently the team is playing. Before you say no, consider this, he’s paying for dinner after,”

“I like him,” you gave her your seal of approval, and from the looks of her giddy smile, she was satisfied. 

Yunjin was more than happy when she led you through the stands, locating where Jay was sitting. You threw a knowing glance at her, to which she noticed and only rolled her eyes. He greeted you with a friendly smile, saving an even brighter smile for your best friend. It was sickening, but in an affectionate way. 

Realising how you were third wheeling, you took the queue and left, wandering down the stands to get a closer look at the field. You figured that'd be a better idea now that you realised the team was warming up there.

“Y/N!” you were barely halfway down the stairs when you heard your name being called, a familiar face running towards you. 

“Jake!” You jogged a little, reaching the barrier that separated the stands and the field, essentially separating you and Jake as well.

“You're here! At a football game,” he breathed out in a daze, as if he couldn't believe you were standing in front of him.

“Jay brought me and Yunjin here,” you slyly pointed at the duo that sat further up the stands, meeting Jake's playful smirk. You two had the same thought in mind. “Oh right—pinky ring,”

You raised up your right hand, his ring still wrapped around your pinky. At that, Jake's eyes only lit up, flickering between your face and the ring, his smile growing wider.

“You wear it everywhere?”

A rush of heat spread across your cheeks, you found yourself shying away from his gaze. “I didn't know where I'd find you,”

“Guess you finally found me, and I found you too,”

“I'm glad,” you fidgeted the ring mindlessly, looking between it and Jake before you realised the deal. "Should I hand it back to you first?”

“No—wait—maybe after the game?” His indecisiveness was killing him, and having you standing in front of him, it made him extra jittery, he was grateful the barriers were there. “I have a feeling you wearing it will somehow pass on good luck to me,”

Your eyebrows furrowed, a smile pulling at your lips. “Don't know how that works, but I'll do whatever you say,”

“It's true! It's called intuition. I'll win the game and score a goal,” he said ever so confidently, a grin that was challenging your doubts. 

“I believe you,” you said in between giggles, unaware of Jake's smile growing wider as he watched you laugh. “Go and win this one like you always do,”

“I will! Meet me after the game! Get your number and the ring ready,” he casted a wink at you, waving a small momentary goodbye before joining his team back in warming up. 

You eventually joined the two lovebirds and waited for the game to start, a certain feeling of giddiness bubbling in your abdomen. When it was finally time, you watched intently as the referee blew the whistle and the home team began the game. The number five on his back was easy to detect, your eyes followed it the whole time as he ran past defenders and scored a goal.

You and your friends jumped out of your seats in excitement. Yelling and cheering the moment you heard his name being blasted from the speakers. He did prove you right, he scored a goal. The next thing you knew before you could even process it was him pointing up at you. It was clearly directly at you, no mistake at all. As cliche it could get, he sent you a flying kiss, and you only matched his energy, catching it and laughing like some school girl.

He was soon tackled by his teammates and whisked away to resume the game. You were left in the stands smiling like a fool, unable to hide your happiness and blushing cheeks even though people around you had witnessed it whole, including your own friends. But who cares, right?

The game ended with the home team winning and obviously, everyone was in great spirits after. You told Yunjin that you’re finding Jake first, and as she left with Jay, you swore you heard him asking ‘since when did they know each other?’ 

Heading down the stands, you spotted Jake immediately. The team was still lingering around the field, but the second Jake’s eyes landed on you, he excused himself and ran towards you. The widest smile was present on his face, he was shining brightly under the dark skies. 

“Hey!” he pulled you in a hug, reaching over the barrier for you. He was sweaty, but you didn’t mind it. It was his presence and tight hold that you focused on.

“Congrats on the win! You did great,” you said as you pulled away, reciprocating his smile. 

“Thank you. It’s nothing,”

“Okay, you scoring a goal is not ‘nothing’,”  

“But I was right, wasn’t I?”

You rolled your eyes at him, hating that he wasn’t entirely wrong. “Whatever,” you said dismissively, earning a light laugh from him. You took the chance to slip the ring off your pinky, taking his hand in yours, instantly surprising him since it was a totally unexpected move. “Your pinky ring, as promised,”

“Oh, almost forgot,” he let you slip the ring back to the original spot, feeling your touch on his skin and reeling from your close proximity. 

“As for my number … I’ll give it to you once you’re done, I don’t have anything to write on,” you waved your phone in hand, casting him an apologetic smile.

“It’s totally fine. Will you be willing to wait?”

“I’m alright with it. I thought you’re joining us for dinner?”

“Right, Jay told me,” he snapped his fingers, recalling his friend’s text message. How could he have forgotten? He almost asked you out for dinner later as a date. 

“He’s paying,”

“Sweet,” he basically hollered, punching the air stiffly and you laughed at his demeanour. He’s so weird, but in a cute way.

Jake was biting on his lips once a short silence settled between you two. You could tell he was pondering and thinking about his next words. That sweet smile returned back to his lips. “Can I take you out for dinner soon?”

How could you say no?

“I’m down. Definitely yes,”

Jake almost looked relieved, but there was also a sparkle that you saw in his eyes that shined brightly once you’ve given him your answer. You could feel your own heart swelling at the sight of him. His gaze held everything he needed to say. He stared at you with a kind of longing and pining that you couldn’t pinpoint. 

“Great, fantastic,” Jake whispered under his breath, seemingly in disbelief and his dazed look only made you giggle. “I’ll catch up with you after I shower, give me some time and wait for me!”

“I will! The three of us will wait for you so go wash up,”

“Alright, alright,” he threw his hands up in surrender, hesitant to walk away as he wished to talk to you more, but he stank and was covered with sweat, so he didn’t have much choice. 

“Wait for me!” he said, slowly inching away with the silliest grin, eyes crinkling at the edges. 

You responded by gesturing your thumbs up, watching as he turned his back on you, but not even a second later he turned his head back, a small smile still remained. He then started jogging towards the benches, and you definitely didn’t miss his excited jump. 

How were you supposed to survive that dinner date with an endearing, sweet and cute guy like him? 

The truth was, you weren’t.

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[rimunagenius]

Off Day

ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader

ʚ word count: 2.6k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! angst, creepy!stalker-ish!classmate, harassment, some fluff at the end

ʚ ri speaks: okay so i literally just dropped part one and the masterlist and right after i literally wrote this part! i literally pulled this series out of my ass last night…pardon my french. so i finished the masterlist and first part last night and so far, the feedback im getting is really good so…yay!☺️ anyways, this part is a little dark? but trustttt it will be resolved soon.

Part 2

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You desperately wanted to crawl back into bed, get back under the cool covers, and just lie there until the world ended. Or until Kate got home. Either way, you wanted to be anywhere but class.

Something about today was so off. You woke up and did your routine like any normal day. Kate left earlier than you but came back right before you left. You left her breakfast or lunch, whatever she decided to classify it as on the counter, and said you'd see her later at practice. That was 3 hours ago.

But today you had an exam in your anatomy class. This class was easy but you just did not want to be there because of Nick. Ever since a couple of days ago when you told Kate what went down between him and Gabbie, he's been relentless in getting the details of "your and Kate's relationship." You didn't want to tell him it wasn't Kate because you'd rather have to pretend to date her than anyone in California. Especially the girls you knew.

Something about Nick was off so you weren't going to pick a random girl in your following on Instagram. Knowing him, he'd probably stalk the poor woman. You just wanted to skip this class altogether. You hoped this line in the coffee shop on campus would move faster to possibly find a seat where other people could fill in around you before he could.

"Hey!" You turned your head, pulled one airpod out of your ear, and smiled at the brunette next to you. Her name was Juliana and you had class with her in like ten minutes.

"Oh, my god, hi!" You put the AirPod back in its case, abandoning the tranquility for the rest of whatever conversation was going to ensue.

"Not to be nosy or get in your business, and I really don't want to make you uncomfortable, but that guy over there keeps staring at you." She pointed her finger, subtly, in the direction behind her. You got to be fucken kidding…Nick. "He's been saying things to people in anatomy, saying you guys are talking, and how he doesn't like how you're too close to Kate. Or something like that, it's all unclear. But I found it weird and thought you should know." Her face looked genuinely concerned. Her eyes went soft as she looked at your expression change from friendly to somewhat terrified.

"Oh, my god. Thanks for telling me. I don't even know him. He's asked me out a couple of times but I rejected him. Who is he telling? Do a lot of people know?" You asked her. Your hands started to get clammy, as you started to move to the pick-up counter, your name being called; your drink ready.

"I honestly have no idea, but if anyone asks just tell them you're in a relationship." Juliana suggested, unsure of how to handle the whole situation.

"Yeah, I thought he'd leave me alone when my friend Gabbie had said I was seeing someone already. He automatically assumed it was my best friend Kate." You really thought this was behind you. This was probably the bad feeling you've been feeling all day.

"Oh, so you're not dating Kate?" Juliana asked, her face lightening up.

"No, but she said she was okay with going along with it to keep him away from me. Why? You like her?" You had no idea she swung that way. She usually talked about boy drama whenever you guys did group work in your class.

"Uh, no. But if she decides to start seeing someone and needs to drop the whole "fake girlfriend" thing, you can definitely ask me. I'm happy to help." She smiled warmly at you. You were very grateful for her willingness to help.

"Oh, okay. Thank you so much!" Her friend then called her over, and you both said goodbye. You had already made it to your class. Juliana keeping you company the whole way. You walked in and took a seat, pulling out your phone. You figured you could text Kate and let her know that if Juliana was willing to help, you'd relieve her of her duties. You also wanted to catch her up on what the hell went down in the coffee shop.

"you will not believe what just happened..."

almost instantly, her response bubble popped up.

"omg, what?"

"a friend in my anatomy class came up to me in better buzz and told me some guy was staring at me"

"what guy? are you okay?"

"and the guy was Nick!"

"oh..."

"apparently he's telling people me and him are talking but doesn't like how me and you are so close"

"wtf. are you serious?"

"did you tell her that me and u were together?"

"ab that...she said she would be down to be my "girlfriend" if I needed it. so I was thinking I would just tell ppl that me n her are together, so that way you're not dragged into this mess lol"

"Oh."

"okay for sure."

"I gtg. I'll see you later at practice!"

"alright, see you later. love you!"

" 'bear <3 loved "alright, see you later. love you!" "

Usually, she said it back. You, Kate, and all the girls got in the habit of saying 'love you' to one another because it was true. You all loved each other so dearly. None of you had shame in how you felt about one another and how close you held each other to your hearts. But you just decided to brush it off, she was probably just super busy. 

You honestly had no idea why your mind told you to read into everything she's been saying and texting you, lately. I was seriously getting unhealthy with how much you worried about what she thought about you. You were lost in thought before someone took a seat next to you. Assuming it was Juliana because she was just outside with her friends, you turned to tell her that if she was down to be your "girlfriend." You were pretty startled to see it wasn't her but Nick instead. 

"So, how have you been?" He asked. Something about him seemingly so off. You didn't like the feeling you got around him at all. You noticed his gaze following you out of the shop with Juliana ten minutes ago. You looked around the room, the spots in the class filling up quickly. You saw Juliana walk in, but before you could get her attention, Nick moved into your line of sight and prevented anyone from coming between you two. 

"Uh, good?" You looked down at your phone trying to find anything to keep you looking as uninterested as possible. 

"That's it? Nothing else to say to me?" He seemed to be growing more irritable with the short responses. 

"I don't know what you want me to say, I didn't want to talk to you anyway." You looked at him, wishing he'd go away. You didn't want to say it out loud and catch the attention of everyone around you. 

"Oh, now that's not nice. That's no way to talk to your boyfriend." He said, a weird smile encroaching on his lips. You did not like this at all. You were genuinely starting to get scared. You pulled up Juliana's number, thankful you asked for it last week so you could send her the notes she missed. 

"911. he's starting to really freak me out." 

You sent the message and immediately Nick asked who you had been texting. "Can you please, for the love of god, leave me alone? I'm seeing someone." The smirk on his face dropped, a cold stare being directed right at you. 

"No, you're not. You're seeing me." 

"No, she's not you creep. She's my girlfriend." Juliana then sat on the opposite side of you, staring Nick down. Nick's face flushed, his eyes looking at a few people who had turned around to see what was going on. She placed a hand on your leg.

It wasn't long after your exam and when the class was dismissed that Nick approached you again. He tried to talk to you, you just want to get straight to the Carver stadium. No students that weren't on the team or staff weren't allowed in. You just needed to get there as quickly as possible. 

"Hey! Stop ignoring me." Nick semi-shouted at you. You had put both airpods in, trying to tune him out. It wasn't until he tried to grab your arm and pull you back from walking away from him that you turned around ready to blow up before your saving grace came up to both of you. 

"Hey, man! Watch the fuck out. I don't know who you think you are but you are not gonna put your hands on my friend like that. Not like that, not now, and not ever." Hannah, with the hand she had placed on his arm to throw it off you, pushed him back a little before putting her arm around your shoulder and walking away from him. "That was fucking weird. You know that guy?" She looked back to see if he was still there, and indeed he was. Watching you both walk in the direction towards the arena. 

"No, actually. He's a fucking creep who asked me out a couple of times and took it horribly. He's been harassing me for a little. He was staring at me while I was getting coffee before my class like two hours ago." You said, calming down significantly since Hannah showed up. But your stomach was still uneasy and you really did not want to go to that class tomorrow or ever until he was gone and far away from Iowa City. 

"Yeah, don't walk around campus alone anymore. I'll come to find you after every—what class is this?" 

"Anatomy." 

"Okay, after every one of your anatomy classes, I'll come to find you and we can go to practice together. Do you have friends that know what classes you have and can walk you?" Now that you think about it, Juliana was in a lot of your classes. She wanted to do nursing so most classes you had in the week, were with her. 

"Yeah, funny story. The girl that's pretending to be my girlfriend to keep that guy away, which he obviously doesn't give a damn about, is in a lot of my classes. And it works out because the ones she's not in, Kate takes me because they're on her way." You smiled at the tall girl, grateful. 

"Okay, good. I don't want you getting stalked and possibly worse because of that guy. You should report him before it gets too bad." Hannah suggested, and rightfully so. 

"Yeah, I will. Thanks again, Hannah."

The girls' practice was going well. Until it wasn't. 

"Hey, you got a minute?" You were organizing gauze and wraps in the med bag behind the bench before you looked up and saw Kate holding her nose. 

"Yes, of course, Kate. Another one?" You looked at the girl as she walked around the bench and you handed her a towel. She broke her nose every year, you and Caitlin swore on it. You grabbed some gauze squares and put them in each nostril, to absorb as much blood as possible before you completely ruined the towel. 

"Don't tilt your head back. It could cause clots." You knew she already knew that with how prone Kate was to bloody noses. But it never hurts to refresh her mind, as it is instinct to stop the bleeding. 

"Yeah, thanks." You and Kate stood there while the bleeding stopped. "Alright, I think I'm good." She said a small smile on her face. You saw some blood on her shirt, grabbing the small bottle of peroxide in the bag, and a small gauze pad, you tried to soak as much of it out so it was easier for her when she did laundry. Suddenly your phone started buzzing. A new notification every second. 

"Jeez, who is blowing up your phone?" Kate asked, as she looked at your screen lighting up and watching the notifications pop up one by one.

"I don't know. Can you check?" You asked as you tried to get the last spot of blood off her clothes. 

"It's Instagram. Someone named Nick? Is it that same Nick guy Hannah said harassed the fuck out of you today?" She set your phone down. Your stomach immediately churning. You were honestly getting the creeps. 

"Oh my god. She told you?" You asked as you looked into Kate's eyes. Both of yours mirroring each other. The same worried look. 

"Yeah, and I'm glad she did. You need to say something. Or I can if you're not comfortable." Kate suggested. Now six more new notifications popped up, all from Nick. "I'll block him for you." She said, picking up your phone but stopping to look at you. Her eyes silently asking if that was okay with you.

"Yeah, please." You sighed as you threw the gauze squares away, putting the peroxide back before watching Kate block Nick. On your main and spam account. You have no idea how he found you; your name isn’t in the usernames. You really should go private and change your message settings. "Alright lemme check your nose though, to make sure it's not broken." There was absolutely no need to do this. You knew it was probably just a simple elbow or ball to the face. You both would've known if it was broken. 

"Alright." She sat on the bench, signature manspread. Good lord. You stood between her legs, putting pressure on different parts of her nose, checking for any indication of pain. It was a little tender but that was obvious, and so was you making an excuse to keep Kate a little longer. I mean, could she blame you? You haven't seen her much in the last couple of days. Late practices you missed for studying for your exam, her leaving earlier than you and by the time you get home she's either asleep or visiting her nephew. You missed your best friend.

You could see her looking at you as you checked. Your eyes meet once or twice, small giggles escaping your lips every time. Her eyes dropping to your lips occasionally, watching your tongue poke out a little as you focused on the task at hand. That made her giggle too. "Okay, bear. You're good." You kissed the top of her head and patted her shoulder before she stood up and ran back to the court. 

"If I roll my ankle, do I get a cute nickname and a kiss too?" Caitlin shouted as she pretended to throw herself on the ground. You laughed at her antics loudly before nodding your head and yelling yes. You laughed harder as she pretended to limp towards you. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna need like ten kisses to make this unbearable pain go away."  She fakes winced as she took a seat in the spot Kate was previously in, resting her "injured" foot on the chairs next to her. 

"Oh for sure, Cait." You laughed.

Suddenly, Sydney, Kylie, Jada, and Gabbie, hobbled over pretending to be injured to get their kisses too. "You need one too, Coach Bluder?" You shouted after you made your way through half the lineup. You made the assistant coaches laugh, including Coach herself. The practice was better after that, but you just couldn't shake the events from today off. 

Maybe another movie night with Kate would fix this. A lot of ice cream must be eaten tonight. Just one night, peaceful, and Nick free.

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[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 8

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: ⚠️graphic⚠️ murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, canon typical violence, guns, suicide,

Part 1

"Can this skirt go any lower?" You tugged at the fabric. "It can but any lower and your bush is likely to show." Tatum laughed fixing the skirt back where she had it. "Yeah no. I'm not wearing this. It doesn't fit anyways." She rolled her eyes grabbing your bell bottoms. "Okay then, wear these again but I'm going to pick out a shirt." Sydney was already changed. She was busy fixing her hair while you and Tatum fought over clothes. "Here." You changed into your pants and put on the crop top Tatum gave you. "Oh yeah this is 10 times better. Wait." She rummaged through her jewelry box handing you a gold chain necklace.

You pulled it on over your head and she just laughed. "No. Give it to me." She wrapped it around your exposed waist latching it behind you. "There, it's a belly chain." Of course she would have something with a name like that. "Now just fix your hair and we'll be ready to go." You walked into the bathroom with Sydney giving her a look. "Honestly you look really cute. Tatum likes to be a little over the top." She couldn't have warned you earlier? "Thanks." You quickly fixed your hair to the best of your ability.

Your lipgloss was sticky and your purse was light on your shoulder. Dewy looked you up and down quickly looking away when he realized what he was doing. "You kids ready?" He said as he looked around the room. "Let's go party!" Tatum shouted pulling you and Sydney to the car. Dewy barley had time to grab his keys. "Please don't drink too much tonight mom would flip if she found out." Tatum sighed. "I know Dewy thank you."

Dewy dropped you and your friends off at the grocery store leaving you to pick up some food. "Hey can you go grab the cheese dip?" Tatum asked you. "Sure thing." You walked through the store not sure where anything was. Hell you didn't even know what kind of cheese dip she wanted. You grabbed a random one hoping it would do the trick. "This work?" You met the two at the end of the isle. "Perfect." She sat the can in the cart along with other snacks. "Anything else?"

Once everything was paid for Dewy drove you and your friends to familiar house of Stu Macher. "Don't have too much fun." He said as you all jumped out bags in hand. "There's a lot of people here." You said a little anxious. "This is nothing you should've been at the pool party he threw sophomore year." The front door was wide open letting anyone in. You looked around the crowded house of inebriated teenagers. Tatum and Sydney walked with purpose towards the kitchen.

"Oh that's mature." Tatum said watching her boyfriend hold up a funnel that another boy was chugging a beer from. "You're late. The party's done started without you. My man." He high-fived the boy as he stood up. Sydney and Tatum shook their head with a laugh. "Damn I didn't know who you were for a second. Tatum you didn't say you were bringing Barbie to the party." Stu eyed you up and down but it made you feel gross. This outfit wasn't you and "Barbie" is not the nickname you unfortunately grew fond of.

"She cleans up nice doesn't she?" Tatum said proud of her work. "Hand me a beer." You said making Stu's smile fall just a bit. He knew he couldn't break character not when every little thing counted tonight. "One beer coming up." He turned grabbing an unopened bottle on the counter passing it to you. "You'll need this." He pitched you the bottle opener letting you pop the lid yourself. "Is Billy here?" Sydney asked looking at the crowd. "I sent him on a beer run so he'll be late." Sydney nodded deciding to find the nearest couch.

You took a swig of the disgusting liquid trying not to make a face. "Is it good sweetheart?" Stu teased knowing you'd never drank before. "It's great thanks." You said hoping to drink a couple more of those and speed up the night. Tatum soon dragged Stu away leaving you standing in the kitchen. "You're that chick that wears all that I love Lucy shit to school right?" Some asshole asked making you take a big swig of the fermented liquid. It was going to be a long ass night.

An hour passed with no sign of who you thought were your friends. The kitchen had cleared leaving you with a bunch of empty beer bottles that weren't yours. You were barley able to finish the one. "There you are I've been looking all over for ya." Your eyes were closed in all honesty they burned too much to stay open. Stu looked at your sleeping form quickly rewriting the plan. "Y/n?" He poked and shook you but you didn't utter a word praying for him to just leave you alone. "Works for me." He threw you over his shoulder similar to how he picked up Tatum earlier that day. Your purse strap drug into your neck as he held you upside down. All the kids were too excited to notice your limp body being carried around by the host. Quickly he laid you in the coat closet in a what he assumed was a drunken stupor.

It was a better idea than you getting hit in his book. He would hate if something actually bad happened to you. Stu shut the door and checked the time. "All right everybody curfew!" Stu shouted ushering everyone out of the home. "Tatum come on!" Sydney yelled to an almost empty house. "Do you know where she is?" Stu shrugged. "Nah I haven't seen her." Billy appeared at the front door on schedule. "Hmm what are you doing here?" Stu said his acting wasn't winning him any awards. "I was hoping I could talk to Syd alone."

"I'll tell you what why don't you guys go up to my parents room. You can talk or whatever." Stu clapped his hands suggestively. "Subtlety Stu you should look it up." Billy shook his head at his eager friend. Stu bit his lip in anticipation. "No, no he's right. We do need to talk." Sydney said holding out her hand. As Billy walked in he hit Stu in the groin playfully. "Ooh." Stu said in pain. Time went on, Tatum was still no where to be seen almost forgotten while Sydney and Billy holed up in the room upstairs. Stu laid out watching Halloween with some stragglers from the party.

Randy stood up pausing the movie. "There are rules to surviving a horror movie." He went on with his rant the crowd getting rowdy ever so often. "Alright I'm getting another beer you want one?" He asked randy as he walked towards the kitchen. "Yeah sure." Slowly Stu opened his eyes wide about to piss Randy off. "I'll be right back!" He said those forbidden words making everyone shout. "See you push the laws and you end up dead. Okay I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife." Randy proclaimed. Stu had no intention on going back into the living room.

Upstairs Billy started to put his shirt back on. "You okay?" He asked Sydney not really caring about her answer. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." She grabbed a hairbrush from the night stand brushing out her hair. "Where's the beer?" She asked as she pulled on her shoes. "What?" Billy asked fixing his shirt. "Well Stu said you were late to the party because he told you to go get beer. I was just wondering where it was because when I saw you, you were empty handed." Billy tied his shoes thinking of a quick answer. "I dropped it off in the garage."

Sydney shook her head to herself not believing him. "You don't think I'm the killer do you?" She breathed out a laugh turning to look at him. "No. I just think the timing is funny thats all. For you to show up at my place after Casey was murdered would be a pretty good alibi. Running out go murder people just to show up here with me after the fact. It would be smart that's all." Billy's eyes were hollowed of emotion as he starred at the woman he so despised. "Really?" His voice was flat different than just seconds ago. Slowly he stood up leaning on the bed with his hands. "What do I have to do to prove to you I'm not a killer?" His whole demeanor scared Sydney. "Oh my God." She said as everything seemed to make sense.

Sydney glanced up seeing the killer slowly come up behind Billy. "Huh?" He asked growing impatient. "Oh my God." She backed away terrified. "Sydney." Billy pleaded. "Billy watch out!" She cried watching her boyfriend get stabbed to death by the masked man. Sydney sobbed as Billy reached his bloody hand out whispering her name with what little air he had left. Ghostface chased after her all through the upstairs of the house. Luckily for the man under the mask it was his home. He knew the layout better than anyone. Sydney opened up the attic window screaming for help. She climbed through praying for someone to save her.

Ghostface grabbed her arm causing her to fall back off the roof and onto the boat. The wind was knocked out of her from the fall. As fast as she could Sydney rolled of the boat onto the ground. Looking up she could see her friend Tatum, hanging bludgeoned and bloody from the garage door. She couldn't bring herself to scream at the sight all she knew was she needed to run. Ghostface disappeared from the window running downstairs to see the coat closet door open with you no longer in it.

"Fuck." He cursed running outside to find Sydney. She had jumped into the news van screaming at the man inside that a killer was chasing her. The camera man stood with the door open waiting for the hidden camera placed by the News reporter to catch up showing where ghostface had went. As he turned around to look towards the house ghostface slit his throat like a warm knife through butter. Sydney screamed trying to shut the door but the man in the mask was faster. The hunting knife now wiped clean by the hygiene conscious killer stabbed the girls shoulder making her cry out.

Quickly she crawled through the van leaving ghostface behind. Dewy and the reporter ran towards the commotion hoping to help whomever needed it. Dewy wanted to save the day while his date wanted the notoriety from it. "Gale use the phone in the van and call for backup. I'm going inside." He said like a selfless hero not knowing what horrors awaited him inside. Gale saw the pool of blood quickly realizing she was in one of the many stories she's exploited. Without much thought she jumped in the driver's seat grabbing the phone.

"What's going on?" Randy asked being met with a phone to the face. She hit him several times till he eventually fell to the ground nose broken and bloody. She threw the phone starting the van instead. If she was saving anyone, it was going to be herself. Blood covered the windshield blocking the view of the road. Turning on the windshield wipers she gasped at the gorey scene. As she drove the car hitting the breaks, the body of her camera man slowly fell into view. She scream trying to fling him from the car. Just as he hit the ground Sydney ran out screaming bloody murder.

The van spun out of control off into the grass hitting a tree head on. Without checking on the driver Sydney ran back towards the house. Her screams stopped once she understood no one could hear her but the killer. She had lost all her friends. Billy, Tatum, and presumably you. She watched as Dewy stood at the front door. "Dewy!" She yelled thankful to have someone help fight off death himself. "Sydney?" He asked as he fell to the floor. The same hunting knife sticking from his back. "No, No!" She screamed watching ghostface pull the knife from his back.

Running back she shut herself into Dewy's car. Hitting a button to lock all the doors. Sydney searched for a key but it was nowhere to be found. Turning to her left she saw the killer shake the keys taunting her. He dropped to the ground out of eyesight. The doors all unlocked at once leaving her to quickly manually lock them back. Seeing the radio on the dash she grabbed the mic clicking the button on. "Hello! Help me please I'm at Stu Macher's house on turner lane. That's 261 turner lane please he's gonna kill me-"

Ghostface grabbed her by the neck but Sydney quickly flipped around kicking him repeatedly. She fell out of the car running to grab Dewy's gun. "Sydney!" Randy screamed. "Sydney, Jesus we need to get the fuck out of here!" She cocked the gun ready to fire if need be. "Stop right there!" Her words were deadly. Stu came from the left gaining up on the limping Randy. "It's him Syd." Stu said distraught. "He killed Billy, you killed my friend!" Randy inched closer making Sydney back up into the open house. "You did." Randy said and Stu yelled back "You killed him!" Stu cried.

"I didn't." Randy defended himself as Stu threw him to the gravel. "Sydney baby please give me that gun. Give me the gun it's him I swear." Stu cried with outreached arms. "Fuck you both!" She spit as she slammed the door in their faces. Stu and Randy beat on the door trying to convince Sydney to open it. "Go away!" She sobbed. Billy crawled to the steps in pain. "Syd?" She gasped as her boyfriend fell down the steps. "Oh my God!" She helped him up as he mumbled almost incoherently.

Billy inched his way to the door. "No the killer's out there!" Sydney warned. "Give me the gun. Give me the gun it's okay." His voice was clearer now lacking the debilitating pain that was evident moments ago. "It's okay." He whispered taking the gun from his girlfriend. He opened the door letting Randy run in. "Woah woah get in." He said looking around outside before shutting the door. "Stu's flipped out. He's gone mad." Randy said scared out of his mind. "We all go a little mad sometimes." Billy delivered his line shooting Randy for dramatic effect.

Sydney cried running to Randy's aid. Scratching his head with the barrel of the gun Billy spoke. "Anthony Perkins, Psycho." Sydney stood up looking at the stranger she's known for years. Sucking the fake blood from his finger tip he smiled. "Corn syrup, the same stuff they used for pigs blood in Carrie." The tired girl stumbled backwards mumbling small protests trying to tell herself this wasn't real.

Stu stood in the doorway to the kitchen looking just as upset as Sydney. She covered her face next to his chest seeking refuge. "Stu... Help me please." She pleaded. Slowly he revealed that little box that has helped end so many lives. "Surprise Sydney."

It was freezing outside but you've been through worse. Slowly you crept around the house trying to find a way in. The front door was opened a brunette walking slowly into the house. You watched as she quietly picked up the gun sitting on the counter. "I'm feeling woozy here!" Stu said in distress having more life threatening wounds than his partner. Billy and Stu turned towards the sound of a pained gasp. They watched as Gale Weathers and the gun hit the floor. "Y/n?" Stu asked as you stared shocked at what you'd just done. "She was going to shoot you."

"Y/n please help they're crazy!" Sydney cried out. "You had one fucking job Stu!" Billy yelled. "Give me the knife Y/n and I won't hurt you." Billy watched the facade fall. Like a scene in a play, the act was over. "Are you serious? You won't hurt me?" Both the boys were obviously confused not knowing what to do next. "Billy Loomis. You really don't remember me do you?" He cocked his head to the side not wanting to do this right now. "I'm not playing your silly game-" You picked up the gun switching the safety off.

"Shut the fuck up. I'm done hearing you talk. Bossing people around thinking you know everything. You don't know shit." Stu looked genuinely scared while Billy was just amused. "Middle school was hell for me. I was being beat up and mistreated every, fucking, day. Until one day you stood up for me. Broke the assholes nose who was trying to pull off my shirt, do you remember that?" His eyes lit up remembering that day very vividly. That was the first time he had ever hit someone. "I fell in love with you that second. You cared about me enough to stop the endless cycle of hate that was putting me on the fast track to an early death."

"I didn't even know you. Any guy would stop something like that." You laughed at that. "You'd be surprised. The teachers I came crying to didn't give two shits, my own fucking family told me just to "stand up for myself or grow a backbone" and things like this wouldn't happen. Is it so wrong to need someone's help?" Stu shook his head as if you were directing this whole thing towards him. "Do you remember what you did the week afterwards?" You asked Billy.

His brain frantically searched for some semblance of a memory. "No I don't." He replied honestly. "Well before school started I walked up to you and your friends. I told you that I liked you and wanted to take you out sometime. The old fashioned way. Your friends laughed because they knew me as the push over slut bag everyone took me for. But you." You pushed the gun forward gritting your teeth. The pain of it all coming right back to you like it happened yesterday. "You were different, you stood up for people. You were a hero, my hero. So what did you do? You saw your friends laughing and felt embarrassed. You laughed in my face calling me a "crazy bitch.""

"And you're not?" Billy snapped feeling like a fly caught in a web. You laughed. "What does all this make you Einstein. News flash you're not Norman Bates. You're just a man. That's scarier than every monster on the screen." You paced back and forth never taking an eye off anyone in the room. "Just give this up the cops are on their way I called them." Sydney cried making both the boys panic. "Did you check the cord to the radio Syd? I cut it after you took a little hike. Anyways where was I?" You tapped the tip of the knife in your other hand to your chin in thought. Sydney spewed curse words at you but you had bigger fish to fry.

"That's right. You laughed but that wasn't enough for you, no. You told your friends you slept with me and they told their friends, eventually everyone knew me as a whore. Funny thing is I had never done a sinful thing in my life. I was just a kid who wanted someone to care about me! To protect me in a way I couldn't protect myself." Tears fell from your eyes but you weren't crying. "I left my grandparents house moving away with my dad. It wasn't until I saw the headline "local woman murdered viciously in Woodsboro" that I came up with a plan."

Sydney hung her head loudly sobbing. "I saw a picture of You and Sydney and it all came back to me. You were good once Billy I could see that from the moment I met you but something rotted inside of you and don't you dare blame it on her or her mother." You pointed towards Sydney. "I dyed my hair, changed the way I dressed, the way I talked, the movies I liked, everything I made specifically for you. And it worked! Your sorry ass fell for it. Everything you thought you knew about me was a lie."

"You called Sydney..." Stu said in astonishment. This should scare him but it didn't in the slightest. Stu realized he had been looking up to the wrong person all along. "I did! That night at my house I put Zolpidem in your food. You two were too busy staring at my ass to notice. While you were both dead asleep I used the voice box I stole from Stu's home Wednesday night to call Sydney. Oh but how did I know about your little plan you ask? Well while I was roaming through your house that night I found the ghostface costumes and your little voice boxes. And Stu baby, you had your whole plan written down in your diary."

Billy's eyes widened with rage. "Don't look at him like that Loomis." You snapped at the boy grabbing his attention once again. "This is about you and me. All I wanted was to take care of you and when I found out you and Stu were a package deal I was down for double the chores. Cooking, cleaning, sewing, the works. I thought we could be our own fucked up nuclear family. But you can't do a damn thing right. I've got yet another mess to clean up." You gestured around to the blood splattered kitchen.

"Like I said before men are cocky. They go in and they play around. So I'll give you a choice Billy. You can finish this." You waved the gun at Sydney and her father causing her to cry out begging you to stop. "Sydney this has nothing to do with me. I'm here on personal business. Now either take care of this and we three walk out of here alive or I'll take care of it and be the sole survivor of the Woodsboro massacre."

"You're one sick bitch you know that?" Billy spat as he picked up his knife. "Yeah well we all have our flaws." You look over at Stu watching him go in and out of consciousness. "Stu get up and come with me honey." Slowly the injured man limped over to you. "I'm going to check his wounds. Don't think you're smarter than me cause you're not. Finish what you started." You walked Stu into the living room sitting him down on the couch. The sounds of Sydney's screams piercing your eardrums. You lifted his shirt seeing how many stabs wounds he had and where. "Why are you doing this?"

"Love makes you do crazy things Stuart. Now, most of these wounds should be fine but the one by your stomach looks really deep so I want you to put pressure on it." Sydney's screams stopped as you continued to help Stu. "I want you to know what you did here tonight was really fucking stupid." You said a little disappointed in your easily manipulated friend. Stu started crying pulling you into a bloody hug. "I just wanted to start over." You knew how that felt. "We will." You whispered as you pulled away. "Keep putting pressure." You reminded as you stood up.

Walking back into the kitchen you saw Sydney's lifeless body. "Okay before you kill him," You pointed towards the tied up man. "You need his DNA under her finger nails. Did she scratch you at all?" Billy shook his head. You leaned down grabbing her hand forcing her nails across her father's skin. "She doesn't look like she put up a fight." Billy quipped acting like a detective all of a sudden. "The moment she saw it was her father she would put her guard down a little thinking she could somehow talk him out of it. This is fine, take care of him and I'll make sure she's dead." You walked towards Gale hearing her ragged breath. "I'm sorry. I couldn't let you hurt them." You apologized before stabbing her once more.

Billy smiled at the words you thought he couldn't hear. He thought you were crazy and you certainly were but you were crazy for him. You could've turned them both in and saved yourself some time yet here you were helping out. Not cause your sick and love to kill. But because you loved them. You were protecting them, the one thing you wanted for yourself that's why you were so mad.

"Give me the gun and leave I don't want you to see this." You laughed rasing your voice slightly to ask Stu a question. "Stu, honey where do you keep your dish towels?" Stu answered with what little energy he had left. "Thanks." You walked over the corpse in the floor grabbing a red colored dish cloth. The gun was soon wiped clean of your finger prints. "Prop him up in the corner when you do it, make sure to keep the towel around the gun when you fire. After that put it in his grip. Do you know if he's right handed or left?" Billy just looked at you stupid making you face palm.

"Which wrist is his watch on?" Billy crouched rolling the man over as he yelled against duck tape. "Left." Billy stood back up waiting for your directions. "Okay so he's right handed. Don't fuck this up Billy." You handed him the gun wrapped in the rag. "We don't have much time. Speed this up." You stood waiting for him to finish it. "Please leave. Just go watch Stu. I don't want you to see this." You didn't understand the change in heart considering the amount of blood on every surface in this house and the body laying at your feet. Billy however actually listened to what you said. You'd never been taken care of and he was going to right his wrongs. He would fix this.

Stu would get his sequel, rom com or not and you would get the security you always wanted. "Okay but don't pull any shit or I'll kill you." Billy laughed at an incredibly inappropriate time. "Understood." You walked into the room with Stu noticing he was asleep. "Fuck. Wake up babe." You shook the boy slowly getting a response. "Hey come on I'm going to take you outside the cold air might help you stay away." Stu mumbled a response as you dragged him outside.

Stu jumped at the sudden gunshot making him cry once more. Blood loss sure does make a person emotional. "Hey, hey, shh. I'm right here." His head rested on your chest as you rocked him back and forth. "My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me." He cried and you giggled. "Nobody's going to find out. It's okay." Billy stepped outside looking at the two of you huddled together. "Y/n?"

"Yeah what's up?" You asked laying Stu down on the porch. "I need help cleaning some stuff up." That's what you were good at. Quickly you got rid of some evidence, cleaned some things, and now came time for more blood. "The rags around it just stab me right here." You pointed to the spot knowing it wouldn't do much damage. Billy held your knife with a now shaky hand. "I can't." You scoffed. "You threatened to hurt me earlier just do it." He shook his head. "I can't hurt you." This conversation was starting to piss you off. "That's bullshit you've hurt me before just fucking stab me already."

"I won't." He said through gritted teeth. "You said everyone has a reason for doing something. I had my reasons for killing whether you think they're bullshit or not is irrelevant. I've got a reason to change now, to be better." You rolled your eyes grabbing the wrapped knife. "Where did you get that thing anyway?" Billy asked pointing to the exact same knife they had. "I just bought the same one that Stu had stashed at his place. It fit in my purse so the rest is history." You held the knife where you wanted it before running right into a wall lodging the knife deep within your skin. "Mother fucker!" You screamed at the pain.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" He said shocked by what just happened. "We've got to convince everyone we are the victims. Neil is a big guy he's killing everyone I'm not an exception." Billy cursed under his breath. "You are the smartest dumb woman I've ever met." Billy pulled the knife from your side making you cry out and hit the floor. Billy's hand rested on your forehead not really sure how to comfort you. "Just breathe?" He asked making you laugh through the pain. "I'm not in labor asshat go put his fingerprints on the knives while I call 911." Billy didn't move. "Now." You said trying to lift yourself up. He stood helping you up to your feet.

Billy laid the one weapon next to Sydney making sure to put Neil's finger prints on it. While the other fit in his pocket. "Now go lay somewhere and don't fall asleep. After all of this you can't die on me." You told him as you picked up the phone. "911 what's-" You coughed into the phone cutting the woman off. "Please help me!" You cried making it sound like you didn't have much time left. "What's your location ma'am?" Fuck you didn't know Stu's address but then again why would you. "I don't know... I- I went to a party with my friends and everyone's dead." You cried throwing in moans of pain. "Are there any mailboxes or road signs around?"

"I've been stabbed..." You said quietly actually getting light headed. "Ma'am I need you to stay with me is there a mailbox or road sign around?" She repeated being absolutely useless. You thought back to when you met them for the first time. Things were simple then. The drive over with Stu laughing and cracking jokes, and Billy spent the whole ride brooding trying not to laugh at your jokes. You could barley remember the bent up road side. "Turner lane." You said as you dropped the phone landing right beside it. "Ma'am? Ma'am are you there?"

Billy laid in the kitchen floor just a little away from the two corpses. As he looked up at the ceiling his body started to ache even more now that the adrenaline was wearing off. He had been selfish he realized that now. Billy had two wonderful people who loved and cared for him and he did nothing but use the both of you. He was going to change he swore on it. That sickening feeling of fear crept into his stomach once again at the thought of something happening to you or Stu. You may have lied to him. One could say he didn't know the real you at all. You were a first for Billy, you were the first person to scare him, the first person to stand up to him, and the first person he truly wanted to save.

(If your name has a line through it Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you.)

Part 9

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Fake texts au- pt.17 bffs with the rookies+ The Sleepover I

You had called all the rookies and a few others as well, the first one to show up was Lance. You had become friends with him through your uncle and in the short time you knew him, you both had become close.

You ran up and hugged him, making him stumble back a few steps. He laughed, dropping his bags and wrapped his arms around you.

You let go, patting his shoulders, leading him into the house, he motioned to the driver he had rented to bring in the rest of his luggage.

"Holy shit, are you moving in with me?" You gasped as the man brought in two huge suitcases and went back for more.

"You don't want the stuff I got you then?" He raised his brow, sitting on the couch next to you. You shifted closer to the man and nudged him with your shoulders, making him smile.

"Nooooo, I want the stuff, you can leave though," You shrugged.

"Man shut up," he retorted, "I've got to meet with Nando anyways,"

"Well, I'm still your favourite Alonso though,"

"You literally never were," he bit back, making you gasp, you turned your face away, hand on your chest.

"Outta my house man, ungrateful ass-"

"I'm literally doing you a favour." He deadpanned.

You just stared at him for a second and then broke the silence, incapable of staying still.

"You want a pizza?"

"I want to sleep, jet lag fucking sucks," He groaned, even though the time difference between Canada and Spain wasn't more than his f1 schedule, it was a lot.

"Yeah, come on, I'll show you to your room." You got up, him following.

"By when do the others get here?" He asked as you led him up the stairs.

"Well, Arthur's getting here in like half an hour, Logan and Oscar are getting here by like 5, and Mick's gonna be here by 7, we'll start streaming by like 9 I think," His eyes glistened when hearing Mick's name, obviously happy to have someone he was close with.

I opened the door to the guest room and he immediately made his way to the bed, all but passing out.

You went back down, knowing you'd have to open the door for Arthur soon and I didn't want the bell to disturb Lance. So I opened the door and laid on the couch, scrolling on my phone.

I was lost on TikTok, spam-sending random reels to the group chat.

Suddenly someone grabbed the hood of my hoodie and pulled it, making me jump off the couch and fall on the floor dragging the person down with me.

I opened my eyes to find a laughing blonde bent over my torso.

"What the fuck, Arthur!" you yelled, pushing the still-laughing boy off me, sitting up and adjusting my hoodie.

"Well, who asked you to leave the door open?" He retorted, letting himself fall on the couch, I sat back where I was and he turned, placing his head on my lap, "By the way, did you get a roommate or something?" he asked pointing to the bags.

"Nah, that's just Lance," I said, returning to my scrolling.

"Charlies' asking if we'll be drinking today,"

"i dont know why?"

"So he can call the cops in advance,"

"WE ARENT THAT BAD" I cried out knowing it was a lie.

As time went on, I shifted into a more comfortable position, sleep finally taking us over.

I woke up with a start and startled the boy curled beside me. The doorbell kept ringing a second time, loud and harsh.

"What the fuck," I called out, rubbing my eyes and then remembering Logan and Oscar were supposed to be arriving.

I ran to the door, jumping over Lance's bags in the hallway, opening the door to find my closest friends, "Hi! How are y'all?" You asked, helping them with their bags, and setting them next to Lance's.

You hugged the Brunette and then the blonde who wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in, and making you feel warm.

"How was the flight?" You asked, your hand still around Logan's waist, and his around yours.

The three of you spoke as you walked to the living sofa, where Arthur was finally awake enough to be human.

"Hey, Art," Logan ruffled the other blondes hair and jumped over the back of the couch to sit next to him.

Arthur, who was happy to have someone else to lean on, immediately latched onto Logan, pushing the American down, and passing out again.

"He's jetlagged, or something, I don' know," You shrugged when the boy looked at you for an explanation. "I'll go wake up Lance, y'all know where your rooms are right?" You asked and Oscar nodded, the others either sleeping or trying not to move.

When the man finally woke up, and didn't throw pillows at you with scary accuracy, he walked down the stairs behind you to the living room and greeted the rest of the boys.

You all freshened up and called for some food, waiting for Mick.

Finally, the blonde arrived, smiling and surprisingly with no jet lag.

You guys ate a quick dinner and set up Oscar's twitch channel.

You rubbed your hands together maniacally making the boys look at you questioningly, poor guys, you thought, they have no idea whats planned.

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[wildesqdreams]

midnight drop

pairing - grayson hawthorne x reader.

summary - a late-night swim in the swimming pool after the shocking will reading doesn't help grayson cool down, but it's a good thing that his girlfriend is there to help.

warnings - spoilers from the book "inheritance games", shirtless grayson + kissing.

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a/n: my first grayson fic has finally arrived, yeyeyeyeye :)) i also have to read the third book, but i don't want to, because I don't want the series to end.

y/n sat on the edge of the swimming pool. the sky was dark, but not pitch black, because the stars were visible. even though the girl felt at peace, she felt slight waves crash against her legs, making her lip corners lift.

the reason she was out at midnight was because of her boyfriend. grayson hawthorne. her eyes followed his figure in the water.

swimming laps was his way to relax. to clear his mind. but it was visible that he couldn't get the shocking news from today out of his mind.

even though he wouldn't admit it, y/n knew he was quite upset. she could tell by his tensed muscles and by the tone of his voice, as he spoke, filling in the silence.

the fortune that he should have inherited from his grandfather. the things that he should have gotten, for his hard work and his wasted time, were given to a random girl named, avery. and the question was - why?

why would someone leave something so meaningful to a random person? but in the hawthorne house surprises and mysteries were a normal thing, so the girl couldn't help but smile, when she heard her boyfriend, for the thousand time, talk about how the girl had seduced or manipulated him.

"what?" grayson noticed the grin on the girl's face.

"nothing."

"then what's so funny?" he slightly furrowed his eyebrows as he stopped swimming.

she just shrugged with a smile still on her face.

"y/n."

his stare was intense.

the kind of intense that made grayson stand out. that stare that made others feel threatened or powerless, but for the girl, it was like she was the only girl he could see, while the world slowly disappeared, "it just humerus me how you think that she manipulated your grandfather because he was the real mastermind."

"so funny," he stated, as he rolled his eyes.

she could feel the annoyance in his tone, which made her want to tease him even more, so she continued, "that's what i'm saying."

but for some reason his next move wasn't the one she taught it would be - him getting more frustrated - but instead grayson started swimming towards her, "mhm, yeah, really funny."

"wha- what are you doing?"

"nothing," he said calmly, with a small smile.

sensing that he was up to something, she started to take her leg out of the pool so she could get away, but before the girl could do that, y/n felt the boy's wet hand on her leg, holding her in place, "gray..."

"mhm?" his hands slowly traveled up her thighs to her waist.

"what are you planning?"

a smirk appeared on his face and she felt his hands grip her sides tighter, "i just want to laugh too."

"wait grayson-" but her words were silenced when she felt the cold water.

her clothes, face, and hair were soaked. y/n felt the coldness against her skin, hitting every nerve, that made her immediately come up from underwater.

the girl saw her boyfriend laughing and she splashed water on him, "you idiot!" but that didn't stop his laughter, "it's not funny you asshole!"

"oh, but it is," he chuckled, as he reached for her.

when she felt grayson's hand grab her side, y/n removed from his touch "don't touch me."

the boy smirked, "you mad, princess?"

"fuck off."

"that's quite hard when you're so beautiful," he reached for her side again.

"i'm wet," y/n stated in a serious tone, but when she saw the boy's eyebrows slightly lift, the girl immediately said, "not like that!"

"i didn't say anything," he pulled her closer with a grin on his face.

y/n rested her head on his shoulder, so he wouldn't see her tinted face, "i'm still mad," her hands wrapped around his waist.

"oh, really?"

the girl hummed. she felt his hand move slowly up and down her side.

"well, there's no need to be. i didn't do anything," he added.

she pulled back and stared at him, her arms remaining in their place, "oh, really?" the girl said the same words as he.

grayson gave her a small smile, before leaning in and capturing her lips in his. he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her, so the girl could wrap her legs around his waist.

y/n's arms wrapped around his neck, "i despise you," she murmured in the kiss.

grayson started to trail kisses down her jaw towards her neck, "we both know that's a lie, princess."

and it was because y/n y/l/n would die for him. her heart beat for him and he was her home. her safety. grayson hawthorne felt the same. that's why their love for each other was magnificent.

"well maybe now you're right," the girl murmured.

he disattached his lips from her skin and looked at her, "i'm always right," and with that, he leaned in for another kiss.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the hawthorne brothers #hawthorne brothers #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #avery grambs #grayson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne x reader #grayson hawthorne x you #grayson hawthorne x y/n #grayson davenport hawthorne #grayson hawthorne imagine #grayson hawthorne fluff

[aesthetixhoe]

spooky flirting — E.L.

warnings: underage drinking? (you and ethan are 19), cursing, scaryyyyy movies ;)

word count: ---

pronouns used: she/her, reader wears a dress

request: “Hey! I saw ur ethan landry headcannon ab e’s fav holiday being halloween and was wondering if u could do a fic where the reader and him bond over their love of halloween or something similar! xx ” ily sm for this idea nonnie! <33

might make a part 2, let me know if you guys want it!

Parties sucked. You always interrogated yourself on why you even went to them, you always ended up slightly drunk, with some random dudes number in your phone because you were too nice to decline, and a slight hangover. You could say it was because you were trying to have fun, meet new people, maybe hookup with someone. But if you were honest, you didn't know.

You sat on a couch, red solo cup in hand, slowly sipping whatever was in it, until a very blocky costume came into view. Your interest peaked, you looked over at him. It was a boy from your econ class Ethan... Laundry? Loundry? Something like that. He was wearing a knight costume, made fully out of cardboard. It made you smile.

Normally at frat parties it's just guys half naked. Like the one who walked in with Ethan, who was wearing a hat, ascot, and shorts.

“So Ethan, who're you gonna hit on tonight?” Chad hits Ethan's chest while he asks.

“W-what? No one!” He stutters out, turning red. How could Chad talk so freely about hitting on someone?

“C'mon man, you're a snack!” Chad yells over the music. “What about her? ” He nods over to you. Your costume, your hair, your face, everything about you made his eyes widen and his mouth drop into a small, open mouth smile.

“Woah...” His admiration of you made his cheeks flush further.

“I'll take that as a yes bro!” Chad smiles. His face falls when he sees the look of panic on Ethan's face.

That is until he realizes the cause of panic is simply because you're walking over. “Look! She wants you too dude. I'll leave you two alone!” he drags out the last word while walking away. Ethan is left alone and panicked, seeing how you haven't changed your course of direction.

“Hey, I like your costume! Did you make it?” You shout over the music. His eyes avoid yours, almost as if he's trying to convince himself that you're not there.

“Thanks!” He yells back. He looks so scared.

“Did you make it yourself?” You ask, moving behind a wall so you can hear his response.

“Yeah! I made it like 3 hours ago.” He laughs, his eyes crinkling as his smile gets wide. He looks so beautiful.

“Really? That's awesome!” You exclaim. You nod towards the door, hinting that you wanted to go outside.

He followed your lead, moving outside and sitting on the porch of the house. You could finally hear each other without having to shout. “But yeah, I made it. I really like Halloween so I knew I wanted to do something handmade, but my room mate, Chad, didn't give me much of a heads up... That's why this isn't the best looking.” He explains, looking at his lap and playing with his fingers.

“Hey, I still think it looks awesome! Like your helmet? That has amazing attention to detail dude. Who knew a guy could be good at economics and art.” You snicker under your breath. He looks over at you bewildered for knowing you two shared a class. Sure, you didn't know his last name, but you knew he was Ethan, he was cute, and he was good at econ.

“You know we have econ together?” He asks quietly, almost as if he was asking it to himself instead of you.

“Yeah, I know you're Ethan... Something... I know it is like Laundry but not quite!” You say, embarrassed you don't know his last name.

“Landry...” He blushes.

“Well hello, Ethan Landry. I'm [Y/n] [Y/L/N].” You stick out your hand to him, which he hesitantly grabs. His hands are warm. “So you like Halloween you said?” You ask, trying to make small talk.

“Yeah! I uh... Actually went through a small cosplay phase where I made my pieces myself...” He trailed off, letting go of your hand as he gets embarrassed. “Yeah, Halloween is my favorite.” He says simply, and sadly.

“Mine too!” You nudge him with your shoulder. “There's no reason to be embarrassed around me, by the way. I think it's cool you used to cosplay, I kinda always wanted to.” you smile sweetly at him.

“I don't like to think about it...” He shyly laughs.

“I really like your laugh...” You think aloud, catching both you and Ethan off guard. You clear your throat, trying to move on quickly, “So, what's your favorite Halloween candy?”

“I like chocolate, so basically everything is good for me.” He jokes for the second time tonight. He was starting to get more comfortable with you, and you were really happy about it.

There's a beat of silence where you're both just looking at each other smiling. He had such pretty eyes. And lips... And face.

He leans into your ear and whispers in your ear “So [Y/n], what's your favorite scary movie..?” Yup, he was definitely getting comfortable. His breath was hot against your ear and cheek, giving you goosebumps.

This was a huge step out of Ethan's comfort zone. He never flirted with anyone. Let alone a very attractive girl like you.

“I uh... I don't know, would you wanna watch a scary movie with me sometime?”

“W-What?” He looks at you, falling back into his flustered self.

“Yeah! You could come to my place, I have Netflix, Hulu, all of ‘em. No pressure though, if you don't want to that's ok!” You preface looking up at him, awaiting a response.

“Uh... Yeah. Ok.” He smiles small, playing with his fingers again.

“How about tomorrow?” You ask him while pulling out your phone.

“Yeah, that's good for me.”

“Ok, type in your number and I'll text you my address.” You explain while giving him your phone. He smiles to himself, cheeks turning a light pink when he notices that for the contact name you've typed in “Ethan :)” He was smiley face worthy.

After you've taken your phone back, you stand, ready to say goodbye and leave. He was a touch sad, realizing what was about to happen. He really liked talking to you. He didn't want it to be over.

“I'll text you when I get home! See ya tomorrow Ethan.” You call out, walking backwards away from the house.

“Bye!” He smiles. God you were beautiful.

He just stood there, looking at the spot you were sitting in a few moments ago.

“Yes dude! I knew you had it in you!” He hears a familiar voice shout out from behind him. Ethan's head drops fully, groaning.

“Chad, shut up!”

#imagine #fluff #ethan landry #x reader #ethan landry x reader #scream6 #screamvi #scream #scream x reader #scream6 x reader #screamvi x reader #jack champion #jack champion x reader #hoe's requests

[jaeeyaaasworld]

Toxic - LH44

Featuring: Lewis Hamilton x Y/n

Warnings: Y/n is right out of a toxic and abusive relationship, Lewis is a sweetheart (we stan), former overweight Y/n, Lewis is a bit of a simp (but we love it, come on)

Requested: Yes/No

Lewis' phone started ringing randomly as soon as he entered his own house after a date with his girlfriend Y/n, he actually invited her over for the night, but she said that she would've liked to rest a bit in her own home, so he just accepted it and drove to his house after a goodbye kiss from his lover.

he took his phone out of his pocket, his eyebrows furrowing at seeing the caller id, but he quickly picked up the phone.

"hey, baby. are you okay? did something happen?"

the concern could be heard in the driver's voice, knowing what Y/n's past boyfriend did to her and how he treated her, the worry was high, he was expecting anything.

"uhm... yeah, I have a problem"

she started, her voice was trembling, it felt like she was crying. her words were enough to make Lewis take the car keys that he threw in their place and rush out of his house, quickly making his way down the stairs.

"what type of problem exactly?"

Lewis asked back, trying his best to not sound too worried and worry his girlfriend even more, just as he got to his car and started driving towards Y/n's house.

"he is... threatening me that he will come here and break into my house because he saw me around with you. I-I don't know what to do"

Y/n was panicking at this point, practically sobbing while being on the phone with him. hearing her like this broke his heart and he quickly found himself pushing the pedal on the floor to reach his girl as fast as possible, hoping he would be faster than that asshole would be.

"it's okay baby, I'm coming over, alright? no one will be able to touch you when I'm around, okay? I'm almost in front of your house, give me five minutes, hold on"

he said as he got closer and closer to her house. as soon as he reached her front yard, he parked the car and got out in a rush, almost knocking the door down to get in.

"no, you have to come with me"

Lewis heard a male voice shouting, and he knew that some shit was about to go down. he quickly looked around the room, finding a baseball bat just sitting around in his girlfriend's living room, he couldn't leave it there, so he took it with him.

his shoulder pushed the door of the master bedroom open, the bat hidden behind his back, didn't want to scare the boy there.

"hey, man. could you explain what you're doing in my girlfriend's house?"

he calmly asked. the man turned around, his jaw clanched and his eyes were spitting fire. as he moved, Lewis could get a glimpes of Y/n sitting on the ground, her beautiful bottom lip was busted. he couldn't have that, his blood was boiling.

"nah man. this whore is your girlfriend? I'm telling you: when we fucked, before you got here and all that stuff, I couldn't even stand to look at her face, I always had to think about someone else. I don't think you hit a jackpot with this one"

Y/n's ex started, Lewis' eyes narrowed as he listened to him speak.

"listen- you are a handsome man, you could get any girl you want. leave this one to me, you ain't losing anything special, trust me"

he finished his little speech.

"so... Noah? is that the name?"

Lewis asked the man in front of him, Y/n never told him his name and he didn't want to know, he just said a random name to piss him off.

"Derek... but whatever"

her ex said, a huge sigh leaving his mouth.

"oh- so Derek, I really suggest you to get out of here now that I'm still in my senses"

a chuckle left the man's lips.

"come on, man. I'm giving you an offer that you can't decline, I could get this one off your shoulders"

he said pointing his finger to Y/n, still on the floor with her knees up to her chest.

"Derek, I don't want to get to violence, it's really not my cup of tea. but you leave me no choice"

Lewis slowly pulled the bat out from behind his back, swirling it around while taking a good look at it. a little shiver run down Derek's back, it was so deep that he could see that too and it made a little smile come up to his lips.

"woah, t-there's no need for that"

Derek said, his hands in front of him to put a little distance between them while Lewis extended his hand, waiting for something, just to earn a confused expression from the man.

"the keys"

he said, the man understood. he took out Y/n's house keys from his pocket and threw them over to Lewis, as he cought them effortlessly.

"now get out of here"

the man nodded his head, getting out of the room with Lewis' eyes following his every movement till he was out the front door. in that moment he left everything that was in his hands on the ground and rushed to his girlfriend, his hands cupping her cheeks.

"could you tell me what happened, love?"

he softly asked, his thumb caressing her lower lip and wipe some bit of blood that was resting there.

"he slapped me, and called me names. can I come to yours tonight?"

she cut everything short, not wanting to talk about it, so he just let her be.

"sure, honey. you can come whenever you want"

after a month

it was finally time for Lewis' summer break and he couldn't wait to take Y/n to a little trip to Rome, he couldn't wait to go himself. as soon as they got off the plane he took the car he rented for the trip and drove to the five star hotel he booked for them.

"how does this look, baby?"

he asked his girl with a smile on his face. Lewis watched Y/n get on the balcony and lean on the railing to watch the scenery in front of them; one of the busy streets of Rome and a big old palace in front of their hotel.

his hands placed themselves on both his girlfriend's sides, his chin resting gently on her shoulder.

"it looks amazing, I can't wait to go visit around"

she said, excitement could be heard in her voice as she couldn't keep it in.

"let's go than, we will grab something to eat at the cute restaurant that you saw earlier and go visit around after"

he said, patting her on her butt and leaving a kiss to her cheek as he left her on the balcony to take the car keys, his wallet and his phone.

Y/n got in from the balcony and took everything she needed and put it in her purse, reaching her boyfriend that was waiting for her in front of the door. he intertwined their hands together and walked out the door towards the car.

at the restaurant

the couple was seated on a table as the menus were resting in their hands. Lewis put down his as he chose what he wanted to eat.

"I think I'll take a carbonara, I really want to see how it is"

he said, his elbows resting on the table as he leaned on it, Y/n smiling at him as she chose.

"I think a salad will do for me"

she finally said, making Lewis tilt his head in disapproval.

"baby"

Lewis said back to her, it almost sounded like a warning but filled with love and affection.

"what?"

Y/n asked back, a small chuckle leaving her lips as she placed down the menu to look at her boyfriend's face and intertwine their fingers on the table.

"you can have that as a side dish alright? pick something real first"

he said again, his thumb caressing the back of Y/n's hand, as she taught about what to eat again.

"a cacio e pepe than"

she finally agreed, making Lewis smile and kiss his girlfriend's knuckles.

"see? good girl"

later that night, back at the hotel

Y/n and Lewis got back at the hotel that was almost midnight, after they had a romantic dinner date over a wine glass. they didn't even get it that Lewis already stopped her by placing himself in front of the girl, his hands engulfing hers.

"I asked the room service to run a romantic bath in the jacuzzi that we have in here, so... how about you go change in that bikini that I bought you today and jump in with me, mh?"

he asked, inching closer every passing second. as soon as he got a little nod from Y/n, he gently placed his lips on hers.

"great, I'll be waiting for you there, alright?"

Lewis asked again, a big smile splitting his face in half, just like Y/n.

"alright"

she whispered back, as he walked to the jacuzzi and she walked into the bedroom to change into the bikini. she put the bikini on, but when she saw her image in the mirror in front of her, she could only see the old 'fat ass' that she was a year ago.

Y/n put on two punds since she got with Lewis, that always encouraged her to eat properly and not just some shitty salad or whatever. her hands gripped on her stomach and on her thighs.

"love, are you not comi- oh, damn, those curves"

Lewis asked, walking into the room and finding his lover in the best bikini that he ever saw, he couldn't be more grateful to himself for buying everything his girl even glanced at.

his hands slided onto her sides and her thighs as his lips met her shoulder, kissing softly as his naked chest came in contact with her back.

"you look so good, I might just- baby, what's that look?"

he asked as his eyes met hers through the mirror and he saw the sadness, disappointment and guilt.

"you wanna know how much I gained since we got together, Lewis?"

she started, a sad smile on her face making Lewis let out a little chuckle.

"I actually don't, I can't really see it anyway. and if you have gained a pound, it's going in the right places, baby"

Lewis said, smacking her butt as a laugh left her lips.

"come on, let's go. I need this cute little ass on my lap while I'm sitting in a jacuzzi, right now"

he added, patting her ass gently as she started walking towards the jacuzzi, leaving Lewis some feets behind her.

"damn, I'm a lucky man"

#formula 1 #formula one #formula 1 x you #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x y/n #mercedes #mercedes formula one #mercedes f1 #lh44

[shelbystales]

Ceramic Lessons - Part Three

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Warning: smut smut smut. Mention of abusive relatjonship

A/N: this is my first time writing for Cillian, so a small reminder that this has nothing to do with his real life.

English is my second language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistake

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The next day, you were getting ready for your date with Cillian. You felt a bit nervous, a flutter in your stomach, and an excitement you hadn't felt in a while. After taking a long shower, you went through your usual skincare routine, applied your lavender-scented lotion, did your skincare routine, styled your hair, and now you were sitting on your bed, staring at your closet, thinking about what to wear. In the end, you decided on a black midi slip dress with a crochet cardigan.

Once you picked out your accessories, your phone buzzed with a notification from Cillian. "Hey, I'm leaving. I’ll be there in 15 min"

"okk" you sent back. You had exchanged a few messages after he got your number.

You took a deep breath and glanced at the mirror one last time. You looked good and you felt good.

As you stepped outside, you noticed the weather was a bit colder than expected. Soon enough, Cillian arrived, his car pulling up by the curb. He stepped out, looking charming in a simple beige linen button-down shirt and black jeans. He looked so charming. As he approached you he had a warm smile, his hands slightly shoved into his pockets.

"Hey," he greeted, his eyes locking onto yours, and you felt a tingling sensation in your chest.

"Hi," you replied, returning his smile.

He left a kiss on your cheek and said, "You look stunning," making you feel even better about yourself.

"Thank you. You look good too... very handsome," you praised him, playfully tugging on the middle of his shirt where the buttons were.

"Thank you. Shall we?" he said, motioning toward his car. You nodded and followed him in.

The car ride was short and accompanied by easy conversation and laughter. He was so easy to talk to. He asked about your day, and you told him you spent most of it making a series of kitchen utensils for a restaurant.

You arrived at a restaurant you had never heard of before, but it had a nice appearance. The interior was cozy and dimly lit with many candles, with soft music playing in the background. As you were led to your table, you couldn't help but admire the charming decor and the warm atmosphere. Arriving at your table, Cillian pulled out your chair, a gesture that made you smile.

The waiter handed you the menu and left, giving you both the chance to browse through the options. You were pleasantly surprised by the variety of vegetarian choices available.

“This is a lovely, place,” you said

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. The food looks good” he said, with a cute smile. You both continued perusing the menu, occasionally sharing a comment or two about the dishes that caught your eye.

“So, I didn't get a chance to ask in the car. How was your day?” you asked starting the conversation

“Good. Nothing too special spent the day with my son. Took him to the zoo” he answered making you smile

“Your son? didn't know you had a son, tell me more about him” you asked genuinely interested

Cillian's smile grew as he began to share. "Yeah, I have a son. His name is Lukas. He's eight years old, and he's the most energetic and curious kid you'll ever meet” You smiled seeing how he talked about his boy “I was surprised to see how many random facts he knew about the animals in the zoo today” he chuckled

“He sounds adorable,” you said, imagining a young boy enthusiastically rattling off animal facts.

Cillian nodded, his eyes lighting up with fondness. "He definitely is. He keeps me on my toes, that's for sure. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

“If you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t things work out between you and his mom?” you asked a bit unsure about the question

Cillian's expression turned more serious as he considered your question. "No, I don't mind at all. We're getting to know each other,” he smiled, making you feel less inquisitive. “It's a long story, but in short, we just grew apart over time. Our priorities and goals shifted, and we realized that we were heading in different directions." He sighed softly, his gaze briefly distant.

“So you guys went your separate ways friendly?” you asked, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“No… that didn’t happen. It wasn't an easy divorce."

“Oh, sorry about that. we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to” you said giving him a way out if he wanted to. The waiter came and took your orders, forcing a pause in the conversation. Cillian ordered an expensive bottle of wine as well.

"It's alright," Cillian replied, offering you a small smile. "I don't mind talking about it. It's a part of my life, after all. She had an affair while I was away shooting"

“Oh, I am sorry,” you said

“You have nothing to be sorry about” he gave you a gentle smile “She wanted to make things work, but I didn't. She didn't let us go easily, made it tough for me to leave. Put Lukas in the spot and that wasn't nice," he explained, and you listened with a caring and understanding look. But then Cillian's smile returned. "So, tell me more about your day. Making kitchen utensils, was it?"

You chuckled, relieved to switch to a lighter topic.

"Yeah, besides the classes, I take some orders from places like restaurants, hotels... anywhere, really," you smiled.

"That's nice, I must say you are very good at it," he said, making you blush.

"Thank you, you're very kind."

The waiter brought the wine, and when he inquired who would sample it first, Cillian volunteered you, making you smile. What a kind gentleman, you thought as you took the initial sip. After your approval, the waiter proceeded to pour the wine into your glass and then into Cillian's.

"So it's your turn," he said after sipping his wine. You cocked one eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "Have you ever been married?"

You nervously smiled. "Ugh, no. But I've been engaged."

"What happened?" he asked.

"Sure, let's talk about it," you said, preparing yourself. "He was abusive."

"Oh," his smile transformed into a concerned face. "We don't have to go there if you don't want to."

"It's okay, as you said, we are getting to know each other," you smiled and continued. "Okay, are you ready?" you asked, and he nodded. "We broke up around three years ago. Like any normal relationship, it started well. He was kind at first, treated me like a queen until he had me. After we started dating, he began showing tiny red flags that I ignored because I was in love with him. Eventually, those tiny flags weren't so tiny anymore. He became jealous and aggressive, especially around the time he proposed. And after about half a year, I think, everything's a bit confusing from that time, he started hitting me whenever he got angry. That was the red flag I couldn't ignore. So, I broke things off, and he almost killed me because of that. He's in jail now," you finished, and Cillian took a sip of his wine.

"That's awful, y/n. I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said with genuine sympathy.

"Yeah, me too. But hey, after that, I went through a lot of therapy, and that's when I fell in love with ceramics. I went on a very long journey of getting to know myself. I guess that was the silver lining," you said with a small smile. “Now, I guess I can affirm that I am my best self,” you said confidently. Cillian nodded, a look of admiration in his eyes.

“Yes, you can,” he smiled. “You're very strong," his statement, though already familiar to you, made you blush. It's always nice to be recognized. “How did you end up not eating meat?”

"Political statement," you answered, a curious look forming on his face.

"Oh really? Tell me more," he said, his curiosity piqued, making you chuckle.

“hum, ok. First, meat is a very expensive resource and consumes a significant amount of resources – water, grains, and land. We could definitely put those resources to better use, perhaps even tackling hunger issues. And we have all that save water, reduce usage, turn off your faucets while you brush your teeth… while one cow drinks up to 64 liters of water per day. And its exploitation of animals’ lives I don’t agree. I think it's a bit cruel”

“Wow, you have some fair points. Never thought much about it. Was it hard, giving up meat?” he said

“Yeah… I loved a good steak” you chuckled “but I transitioned slowly and sometimes I crave it, and I must admit once in a while I give into my cravings” you smiled shyly

“You do enough, what's once in a while, right?”

“Right” you chuckled

The waiter arrived with the food, the aroma filled the air, making your stomach growl in anticipation. The two of you exchanged a knowing glance and thanked the waiter before digging into your meals.

As you savored the flavors of the dish, you realized that despite the heavy topic of conversation earlier, the atmosphere between you and Cillian remained light and comfortable.

“This is really good,” you said and he smiled

“Yeah, it’s very flavorful,” he said

As you ate, the conversation continued to flow effortlessly between you, touching on various topics from hobbies to travel aspirations. He told you about his projects and you told yours.

The more you talked, the more you felt a genuine connection forming. It was refreshing to be with someone who was not only easy to talk to but also genuinely interested in getting to know you.

After finishing your meal, the waiter came to clear the table and offered dessert options. You both declined, feeling content with the satisfying dinner you had just enjoyed. Cillian leaned back in his chair, a relaxed smile on his face.

"I have to admit, this has been a really wonderful evening," he said, his eyes meeting yours.

"I feel the same way," you agreed, genuinely pleased with how the evening had turned out.

As the waiter brought the check, you reached for it, but he stopped you with a playful smile. "Oh no, this one's on me," he insisted, taking the bill from the waiter.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Alright then, I won't argue. Thank you."

With the bill settled, you both stood up from the table and made your way outside. The night air was colder than before, but your cardigan was doing a good enough job of keeping you warm. You followed Cillian to his car, and as you reached it, he went to open the door for you. Your bodies closed in on each other, and in a bold move, you placed a hand on his chest and leaned closer. He responded by leaning in as well, and your lips met.

The kiss was soft and gentle, as your lips touched, you felt a warmth spread from the point of contact, igniting a spark of electricity that seemed to course through your veins. the soft pressure of his lips against yours, the faint taste of the wine you had shared lingering on both of your mouths.

You felt his hand on your waist, pushing you closer to him. His other hand rested on your neck, holding your face gently.

As the kiss gradually ended, your face remained close, his nose brushing against yours. A contented sigh escaped your lips as the excitement of the kiss lingered in the air. "Hm, I hope that was ok," you mumbled, feeling a bit flustered.

"More than okay," he replied with a smile, and you couldn't help but grin, your heart racing. With that, he opened the car door for you, and you got in, your cheeks still flushed from the wonderful kiss. As he started to drive, you couldn't help but replay the kiss in your mind.

“Here we are,” he said as he pulled up in front of your apartment.

“Thank you, I had a wonderful night,” you said, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“Me too,” he said with a smile.

You leaned in for a hug, but as you pulled away, your lips seemed to gravitate toward each other. His gaze was intense, his desire palpable. The kiss that followed was more intense than the last, his hand rested on your thigh, pressuring it the right amount. A tingling sensation coursed through your body, anticipation growing with every second.

“Hm, do you want to… go up?” you asked, your voice laced with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

Cillian's eyes held a mix of longing and respect as he looked at you, his hand still resting on your thigh. He nodded slowly, his voice low and husky. "If you're comfortable with it, then yes." his thumb brushed against your thigh in a reassuring gesture.

You felt your heart race, a combination of excitement and nervousness flooding your senses. With a small smile, you nodded back, your hand finding its way to his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him a short kiss.

A mixture of emotions swirling within you as you both got out of the car. Walking into your apartment building, Cillian's hand found yours, and you intertwined your fingers.

Your apartment building is a bit old and does not have an elevator. You live on the third floor and the stairs are the only way up.

“Here we are,” you said as you reached your door. Opening the door, you led him inside, your hands still intertwined.

Your apartment was a simple, cozy, and inviting space, designed with a mix of modern simplicity and urban jungle aesthetics. The open layout of the loft allowed for an easy flow between the different areas.

The furniture was a blend of neutral tones and natural textures, with comfortable cushions and throws strewn across the seating areas. A variety of potted plants and hanging vines added a touch of lushness to the urban atmosphere, giving your space a calming and earthy vibe. The rich green hues of the plants contrasted beautifully with the muted color palette of the walls and furnishings.

The kitchen area was sleek and modern, with stainless steel appliances and marble countertops. A few ceramic pieces that you had crafted adorned the shelves, showcasing your creative touch.

Cillian's gaze swept over the space, and a smile tugged at his lips. "You have a beautiful home," he remarked, his voice sincere.

"Thank you," you replied, warmth spreading through you. "Do you want something to drink? Water? Or wine?" you offered with a smile.

He took a few steps towards you, his hand finding its place on your waist. "Thanks, I'm good," he said, his voice hoarse, leaning in to kiss you. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck. His fingers trailed gently down your spine, reaching your lower back and pushing you against him. "If you say stop, anytime, we stop. If you say it in thirty seconds or an hour, we stop, ok?" he asked, breaking the contact, and as soon as he did, you found yourself desperately wanting him again.

"Ok," you replied almost in a whisper and leaned in to kiss him.

The kiss deepened, a surge of intensity passing between you. Your fingers entwined in his hair, pulling him closer as you arch your lower back.

You could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, beneath your chest pressed to his.

His hand moved from your lower back to your ass, squeezing it. Your hips moved forward, drawing you closer to him, and you could feel his hardness pressing against you.

Shit, your legs felt weaker than normal. You were overwhelmed by the sensation of being desired and so horny for him.

One of his hands went to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands before he firmly, yet gently, pulled it, tilting your head back, granting him access to your neck.

"Fuck," you sighed, feeling a wave of desire wash over you as his movement consumed you.

His lips began to trail down the soft, lavender-scented skin, leaving soft kisses and gentle bites. Eventually, his lips reached your ear, and the sensation and sound of his breath made you shiver.

“Should we go to your room?” he asked, and you sighed, nodding.

You led him to your room, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement. As you entered, his eyes scanned the space, taking in the details of your urban jungle-themed decor. The room was softly illuminated by the warm glow of string lights hung around the bed frame and as the living room, you had many potted plants scattered around.

He closed the door behind him, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of desire and tenderness.

His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as he pulled you closer. The distance between you disappeared, and his lips met yours once again in a passionate kiss. Your heart raced as his hands roamed over your body, his touch igniting a fire within you. His fingers danced along the edges of your clothing, fingers grazing your skin, making your cardigan slip from your shoulders and fall to the ground.

Embracing the same fervor, your hands found the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath the fabric to explore his abdomen and back. A soft moan escaped his lips as you traced the contours of his body. The anticipation between you both grew as his shirt joined your cardigan on the floor. His bare chest was revealed to your hungry gaze, and the desire in his eyes mirrored your own.

Your gaze was intense, and as your lips met again, his hands caressed your skin while he gently pulled up your midi dress. The soft fabric slid over your body, revealing more of your bare skin to him.

“You’re so beautiful” he whispered, as his lips left a trail of kisses from your neck down to your collarbone.

He took a few small and slow steps towards your bed, all the while maintaining the contact of your bodies.

His hands continued their exploration, tracing the curves of your body. As his fingers worked to unhook your bra, you found yourself lost in the moment, completely caught up in the intoxicating chemistry between you two.

His lips left your collarbone to give your breasts some attention, kissing, nibbling, and sucking at them. The sensations he evoked were electrifying, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he pressed his body against yours, the heat radiating between you.

You moved your hand to his belt and began to unbuckle it, then you undid the button and the zip of his fly, sliding his pants down.

He gently pushed you to lay on the bed, his body hovering over yours. Kissing you tenderly from your lips to your chest, then around your belly, finally reaching your panty. He pushed your legs apart and kissed you through your panty making you let out a moan, making more and more turned on. He left wet kisses on your inner thighs, eventually brushing his teeth, taking his time on making you ready for him.

You were growing impatience and rather desperate for his touch, you buckled up your hips, hoping he would get the message. You felt the vibration of his chuckle and he looked up at you.

“You’re being impatient,” he said, his voice making waves of pleasure rush over you.

“I am,” you said and he smirked

“Well, I’m not,” he said as he brushed his lips around your inner thighs.

he moved up, kissing your lower abdomen, kissing all around your panty. You could feel your juices leaving you and wetting your panty. One of his hands reached up to your breasts, squeezing it as he kissed you over your panty again. His other hand squeezed your inner thigh and brushed his finger over your panty.

“Jesus, Cillian. You’re going to kill me” you said out of breath, hazed with desire and he chuckled

His finger found the hem of your panty, sliding it to the side. His eyes locked on your face as he slid his finger between your folds.

“You are so wet,” he said as a praise

“After all of that, impossible not to,” you said chuckling, making him smile. He moved to take your panty out and tossed it on the floor.

he kissed one of your toes and trailed kisses up to your inner thigh.

You let out a moan as you felt his tongue on your clit, arching your back but he stilled you, holding your hips firmly. He began to alternate the movement of his tongue between light and intense strokes, adjusting according to your responses. He could hear your breathing harder and faster, assuming you were getting closer. Your moans began to sound more labored.

His lips closed on your clit, as sucked it, making you feel a shock of pleasure never felt before

“Fuck!” you let out, groaning deep in your throat, setting your head back into the pillow

You didn't know how he did but, in a matter of seconds you felt your abdomen burst into an incredible feeling, you arched your back again as the orgasm washed over your body. His tongue only stopped its movements when you stopped your erratic moves.

He then moved up, his lips meeting yours.

“Shit, that was something…” you said out of breath, he smiled

“Do you have a condom?” he asked and you nodded

“Top drawer” you indicated to your bedside table. He stood up to take his briefs out and search for the condom. As soon as he opened the drawer he saw not only condoms but a few sex toys. He smiled and looked at you, you sat on the bed and gave him a playful smile

“I’m single,” you said and he chuckled, picking up the condom and making his way back to you.

“Next time we could ask them to join,” he said, kissing you.

“Oh, that sounds like a party,” you said smiling as your hand cupped his cock and you started to stroke him gently. H

e sat down on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. He was about to open the condom but stopped when your lips touched the tip of his length. Your tongue flickering around the tip, salty precum leaking out of him. You slowly stroke his hard cock while your tongue continues to tease. Your eyes locked on his as you finally took him into your mouth.

His hand cups your hair, getting it out of the way as you teased him, licking his entire length, from tip to bottom, from bottom to tip. Licking, kissing, and sucking at the head.

Eventually taking his hardness into your mouth.

You started pumping your head, each time taking his cock deeper into your mouth. He dropped his head back, a deep groan leaving his lips.

you continued pumping, your head doing your best not to gag, as your hand held his length, stroking the rhythm of your pumping. His hand eventually wrapped around yours, putting some pressure on it.

“You can hold it harder” he encouraged you. You tightened your grip and continued to pump your head. You eventually used your other hand to cup his balls, caressing and massaging them gently. “fuck, yeah. That’s good” he praised, the grip he had on your hair getting stronger.

You were glad he was responding to your touch, letting you know what he liked, how he liked it.

As you looked at him, you saw fire in his eyes. The way his gaze burned into you, making you crave for him. “Stop, stop, stop,” he said, and you stopped, looking at him a bit confused

“Did I hurt you?” you asked and he shook his head, cupping your face and pushing you into a kiss.

“No, you were amazing” he smiled moving on top of you, making you lay back. He kissed your collarbone and the skin of your chest and breasts.

He took the condom wrap to his mouth and opened it with his teeth so that he could put it on.

You felt him sliding the head of his cock between your entrance, His eyes were locked onto your every reaction. You held his gaze, one hand resting on his back, the other gently cradling the back of his neck. The tension in the air was palpable, the anticipation growing with every passing moment.

He pressured against you, slowly sliding inside. You gasped at the feeling.

You wrapped your legs around his lower back and he started to thrust gently and slowly into you. His mouth wrapped yours, kissing you with the same intensity of his thrusts, slowly, savoring every feeling.

“Feels so good” you moaned against his lips

“So fucking good” he agreed, speeding up, every thrust going deeper, you matching his moves, pulling your hip up at every move. You both rocking together.

he ran his hands through your hair, caressing you as he smiled at you, kissing your lips. He was so kind, so caring and you loved it… but you wanted him to be a bit more.. intense.

“Harder” you whispered against his lips.

He looked at you with a smirk, his thrusts intensifying, making you moan louder. digging your nails into his skin at every thrust hitting you deeper and deeper. One of his hands cupped your breasts, pinching at your nipples.

Then, his fingers went to your clit, rubbing it intensively. He didn’t have to do much, you were so turned on, so ready that you quickly felt that knot in your stomach grow and another orgasm washed over you, making you loudly moan, your nails scratching the skin on his back.

“Fuck” you moaned breathlessly, recovering from your orgasm. “let me ride you,” you said and he simply turned you both on the bed, you ending on top.

There’s something about being on top that just turns you on. You feel like you are on top of the world. you rocked your hips back and forward, hands resting on his chest, his lips half open, small sighs leaving.

You let your head fall back, delighting at the feeling of his cock so deep inside you.

His hands held both sides of your hips, following and encouraging your hip movement. Cillian thought you’ve never looked prettier, the soft light of the room made every curve of your body prettier. He loved how your breasts bounced as you moved, how your lips looked as your moans trailed off them, the sexy pleasure in your face you made every time you lowered your body against his… you looked perfect.

“I’m a bit tired,” you said kissing him, after riding him for a long time

“Let me fuck you from behind,” he said and you smiled, getting off him and getting on all fours.

you felt his hand slide over your spine, resting at your lower back as he lined himself against you before thrusting into you. Both your skins were now glowing with sweat.

As he started thrusting, both his hands squeezed your asscheeks, spreading them apart as he watched his dick disappear inside of you. A gentle slap followed as his movements got faster.

“You feel so good, Cillian. Fuck me harder” you said, thinking he was holding back, being afraid to hurt you… and you were right.

he squeezed your ass again and his thrusts began to be so intense you had to hold into the bedsheets not to fall. You moaned loudly as he did. He slapped your ass again, now a slap that burned on your skin, but at the same time, didn't hurt. Just that right delicious incentive.

“Fuck, y/n” he growled. He was close, you could tell by how his movements began to lose rhythm. And after a few hard thrusts, he came. A loud sighed left his lips as he dropped his body on the bed.

you shifted to lie beside him, your breaths gradually slowing down as you both recovered. He raised one of his arms, inviting you to lay close to him. And so you did. Cillian turned his head to look at you, a genuine smile gracing his lips.

"That was..." he began, his voice still a bit husky, "...incredible." He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers trailing down your cheek in a tender gesture.

You returned his smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Yeah," you agreed softly, your heart still racing.

He pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around you, and you nestled against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder.

You felt relieved you were able to go all the way with him. You felt a bit scared that it would end up like your previous date, but being with Cillian felt different.

His fingers traded random patterns in your back, as both your breathing were now normal. You lifted your head to look at him and smiled.

Cillian gently brushed his fingers through your hair, and you moved to place a kiss on his lips.

“Thank you for today” you said and he smiled

“Did you have a good time?” he said

“You bet I did” you chuckled

“Good, let's do it again then”

“Absolutely” you said and kissed his lips again.

He looked at his wristwatch and sighed “I have to go. Sile has Lukas for the night”

“Ok” you both sat up and began the search for the clothes around the room.

After getting dressed you accompanied him to the entrance of your building and you said goodbye with a gentle kiss.

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state of grace: chapter one— all we know is touch and go.

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a/n; hi! welcome to the first fic of this four (?) part series. i just got this random idea when i was listening to taylor swift. like and reblog if you enjoy it!

you weren't sure why, but for some reason, spiderman has chosen you as his go-to doctor. so when you heard tapping on your window at two in the morning, you weren't shocked to see a masked man on the other side of it. it was almost an every night thing. he would come to your house, leave his mask on, have you clean up the wounds on his stomach, and leave.

you didn't know who he was. you had never seen his face, you didn't know what color his eyes were, you knew he had brown hair but only because of his happy trail that you saw every time you cleaned him up. he knew your name, you weren't sure you would ever find out his.

opening the window, you frowned. he was having a hard time coming in on his own, so you reached out your hand for his gloved one. the masked man gladly accepted, and you pulled him in with all of your strength. "bad night?" you asked him, a small smile on your face.

"it was alright. sorry it's so late. did i wake you?" he asked.

you shook your head, "actually, no. i was up reading. i couldn't sleep.”

his head tilted, "aww, were you worried about me?" he teased but was immediately regretting it when he winced right after.

you were. "is your neck alright?" you ask, concerned it was more than just a scratch this time.

he nodded, "just a cut, nothing big, sweetheart." it wasn't until you met him that you realized you could fall in love with someone without even knowing who they were.

"o-okay," you stuttered, "let’s get you cleaned up.”

"no. no, i'm alright. i just wanted to see you." he said. you couldn't see his face, but you could hear him smile.

your head tilted in confusion, "but you looked hurt when you came in.”

he laughed, "i hit my knee, y/n. it’ll be better by tomorrow.”

"okay. then why did you want to see me?”

"i don't know. just wanted to hear your voice. talk to me," he requested, sitting down on your bed. you had never asked the masked man to reveal his identity. you never tried to get him to take his mask off in order to clean him up. you wanted him to trust you enough to do it on his own. you think that should end tonight. "hey, come on. what are you thinking about?”

"why can't i know who you are?" you knew him. you knew his touch, you knew his body, and you knew his laugh. you just didn't know who he was, and curiosity was killing you.

he breathed in, "well. if you knew who i was, then people who wanted to hurt me would hurt you. if something happened to you, i wouldn't know what to do." he spoke to you softly.

you sat down next to him, "yeah, but i can handle myself, spidey. why can't you just take your mask off?”

"i know you can handle yourself, but i can't put you in danger, sweetheart."

"see, that! you say that i can't know who you are, but then you go on flirting with me, expecting me not to be curious. how is that fair?" you question, raising your voice slightly.

spiderman stood up, "y/n, will you please just take a breath for me? i can't expose you to the risk, okay? i would love for you to know who i am, but i care about you too much for you to get hurt because of who i am." he explained.

"i just want to know who you are. why is it so hard for you to tell me.”

the boy was getting frustrated now, "i don't understand why this is all of a sudden a problem. i’ve known you for almost a year now, and you just now have a problem with it. jesus christ, i’m trying to keep you safe." it was his turn to raise his voice, and you didn't like it at all.

you stood up and opened your window, letting the cold outside air in, "i’d like you to leave now, please.”

"sweetheart..." he trailed off, reaching out to you. your eyes filled with tears, “please don't cry,” he begged, “i'm sorry i snapped at you, i am-”

you cut him off, “i don't know why you don't trust me enough to tell me. i won't tell anyone, i promise” your voice was cracking and the tears that were previously welling in your eyes were now streaming down your cheeks.

he takes a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm down, “it's not that i don't trust you, okay? i do… okay? i swear i do. i also care about you, though. i know that you can handle yourself, but i can barely beat the people that hate me,” he takes your hand. “eventually, when i know i can keep you safe, i’ll tell you. then, when you know who i am, i’ll ask you to be my girlfriend and we can live happily ever after.”

you take your hand back, “i don't want that, spidey. i want you to trust-”

you were cut off by the mystery man's loud, rough voice, “it’s not that i don't fucking trust you, y/n. why can't you just see that? i mean seriously, i come here because i care about you, i come here because i trust you, and you won't believe me when i say that,” he stops for a minute to catch his breath, “i don't understand, y/n, seriously.” you flinch backwards, “i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’m sorry.”

you shake your head, walking toward the window, “please leave, spidey. please.” you speak, wiping the tears off your face.

“y/n, i’m sorry.” he begs, desperate to go back to five minutes ago before you were mad at him. “please just forget it all happened.”

“take off your mask.” you demand, not willing to hear him out. he looks down and you know his answer.

“then get out.”

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heaven won't be the same

a/n: hello!!!!! i know it's been, like, a really really long time since i've written for you guys. depression + nursing school = even worse depression. anyways, here's something that i wrote to just kinda get me back into the groove of writing. enjoy!

wc: 5.7k words

warnings: NONE. she's chill today.

[ bucky barnes x nurse!fem!reader ]

-

Is this is the right place?

Looks like it. Just knock. What's the worst that could happen?

Your hand lifts, albeit hesitantly, and raps against the wooden door.

You wait a moment before you hear shuffling on the other side, and then the lock turning and the door opens.

The blond who opens it stares at you, searching for some sort of recognition in your eyes, but comes up a bit short.

"Can I help you?" He asks slowly, clearly confused.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I can't remember which one of you I spoke with, I think his name was Sam. But I'm here to look at the room you guys are renting?" You ask gently, maybe you were in the wrong place.

"Oh! You're Y/N! Yes, yeah, I know who you are, come in." Recognition dawns on the blue-eyed boy's face. "By the way, I'm Steve. I don't know how much Sam has told you about us but I wasn't expecting a girl to want to live with three guys." He chuckles and you return the laugh.

"Yeah, I mean I was a bit hesitant at first because I thought I'd get murdered by you guys or something, but Sam made it very clear that you're all very nice people and won't watch me while I sleep." You reply with a small smile.

Steve looks at you in silence.

"Just kidding!" You let out a laugh. "But my mom was a bit worried about me living with three men, but I convinced her nothing bad was going to happen. I hope."

"Hey, seriously though, we wouldn't want to make you feel unsafe. I know being a woman in this day and age in New York can be... less than pleasant. We're big on respect here at 6A." He flashes you a smile that for sure has made a girl weak in the knees before.

"Thanks, Steve. I appreciate that. I mean I know you guys probably weren't expecting a girl as your fourth roommate, so I'm just happy to find space where I can."

"I mean, hey, it's not what we were expecting, but we're not picky people." Steve shrugs. "Wanna take a look at your room? Then we can go from there and get your stuff moved in."

"Sure, sounds great!"

He leads you down the hallway and opens a door, revealing the room you saw on the listing.

After chattering about the room and how they were excited to have you live with them, he takes you back to main living area to wrap up any other loose ends.

"Alright, so like I said we do have two bathrooms so you might have to share with Bucky, since his room is also on that side of the apartment but that shouldn't be a problem. And also, I can help move in your things if you don't wanna go through the hassle of getting moving guys and all that."

"Oh, you don't have to do that for me, I don't mind at all-"

"Hey, no worries, I'm happy to help." Steve smiles and you nod in response.

"Thanks. I didn't know I'd be getting such a deal moving in with you guys." You laugh.

"I'm just happy to help. I'm sure Sam and Buck can also help since they'll be around later tonight."

-

And so it began.

All of your boxes were in the rented U-Haul at the front of your new home. You text Steve to let him know you're downstairs, and a feeling sits in your gut.

You were nervous to live with three random stranger men. Granted, Sam and Steve were both so nice, and you really are getting a great deal with this apartment, being so close to your work and all.

"Hey Y/N! Let's get this show on the road." Steve comes outside, guns blazing, (literally, have you seen his biceps?), and ready to work.

It only takes an hour or so to get all your things inside, and Sam was waiting inside to take things directly to your new room. Although you still haven't met Bucky, you knew it couldn't be too bad. Steve and Sam were angels.

-

The first time you met Bucky was when he returned from his shift. He worked as a bartender. He had odd hours and often didn't come back until 3 AM most nights that he worked.

Hence, the reason why he was confused when he saw you in the kitchen in the middle of the night.

"Hey... who are you?" He asked, dropping his keys into the bowl next to the door.

"Oh!" Your head whipped around at the sound of the door shutting "Steve mentioned that you worked weird hours. I'm Y/N." You extend your hand to him. "I'm the new roommate. I hope they told you about me." You huff out a laugh, hoping he wouldn't be completely weirded out by you.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I totally missed that you were moving in today. Don't worry, they did mention you." He returned your smile while shaking your hand.

His large, callused hand engulfing yours made your heart pound in your chest. Jesus. Are all the guys who live here male models? What the hell?

"Well, it was really nice meeting you, Y/N. I'm gonna head to bed, work totally got me shot. I'll see you in the morning?"

"Yeah, yes. I'm usually out the door by 6:30 by the latest, so I'll catch you if you're up." You smile.

"6:30 in the morning? Yeah, no chance I'll see you then but you'll catch me before my shift. I forgot, Sam did mention you were a nurse."

"For sure, I also have the next day off so that'll probably be a bit more realistic."

"How about we go get breakfast that day? On me, consider it a welcome-to-the-apartment gift from me." Bucky's grin spreads across his face, and you can't help notice just how handsome he is.

"Deal, Bucky. Good night."

-

After you both got over the initial awkwardness, you and Bucky became the most unlikely pair. Sharing a bathroom was breeze, your schedules aligned perfectly some days, meaning that the two of you spent most of your free time together.

It was a strange feeling. You loved becoming friends with Bucky. He was so easy to talk to, and understood you better than most others. It was so natural and easy with him, like you'd known him forever.

But another part of you was falling for him, and you knew it. You chose to ignore it, deciding that it was silly and that you just liked him as a friend. A best friend, perhaps.

At times, he did little things that made you think otherwise, though.

The cuddling during movie nights. The 'I got this for you because it made me think of you's. It was something that ate at you daily.

You two practically did everything together. In a way, it was like being in a relationship, but with no pressure. No expectations. Just two people, hanging out and being there for the other. It meant nothing (but everything, at the same time.)

He was always there for you. After a hard shift, you came home and sat quietly while you talked about whatever it was that bothered you. And after his shifts at the bar, he did the same.

It was almost too easy, the way you two could fall into a rhythms so easily. It was so nice to have someone to have around after moving into a new place. You two clicked effortlessly, it seemed.

And of course, they don't call it falling in love for nothing.

-

Tonight, you had a night shift, which meant you went to bed all day until about 4 PM and then proceeded to get ready for your evening at the hospital.

You were in the bathroom washing your face and braiding your hair back, then pulling on your under-scrub top.

The door creaks open, revealing a smiling Bucky.

He's dressed head to toe in black; a tight t-shirt that looks like it's a size too small, black jeans, black leather boots, and finally, a leather jacket thrown over his arm.

"I hate when you have the night shift. I'm so lonely during the day, and of course you have it on my one night off." He whines, and you shoot him a look through the mirror.

"Well, I wouldn't have taken the night shift but they were offering extra pay since no one wanted to cover. Sorry, honey." You turn around and pat his chest to move him out of the doorway, an exaggerated pout on your face.

Fuck me, those eyes, Bucky thinks to himself at the gesture.

Your touch sent a flutter of butterflies against his stomach, making him move out of your way so you could pull on your socks and gather your things into your bag.

"Where are you all dressed up for on your night off then?" You ask out loud while stuffing your arms through your fleece jacket.

"I- uh, funny story, actually." He laughs out a cough, "I have a date." He presses his lips together.

"Oh. A date." You stop what you were doing, back turned to him.

You can feel his eyes burning through the back of your head, but you can't turn to face him right now. Snapping out your thoughts, you continue gathering your things.

"Yeah, this girl at the bar, she works as a waitress actually. She asked for my number, and well one thing led to another and-"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Buck. I'm happy for you. Have a great date, I have to run. Good luck." You muster the best smile you can in that moment and practically run out of your room.

"Wait, are you okay?" He asks in a rush, following close behind you.

"Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be? I have to get to work." You were almost an hour early. You stop to fill your water bottle from the fridge and make your escape. "I'll see you tomorrow!" You yell from the hallway before the door shuts, the slam resounding through the emptiness.

The moment of silence in the elevator gets you lost in your thoughts for a minute.

A date.

With a girl who works at the bar.

You don't know why this is hurting your chest so terribly. The thought of Bucky, your closest friend, going on a date, tugs at something.

Whatever happens, you know you can't say anything. It's not your place. You just have to let it run its course, whether it goes in a good direction or not. You have to just do your best to be happy for Bucky.

-

Meanwhile, back at the apartment;

"Did Y/N leave for work already?" Steve asks, coming out of his room.

"Yeah, she basically ran out even though her shift isn't til seven." Bucky's brows are furrowed, still standing in the middle of the kitchen thinking about how you practically raced to get away from him.

"Why'd she leave so early?" Steve asks in confusion, eyes flashing to the oven, seeing the digital clock flashing 5:56 PM. "It only takes her like 20 minutes to get there."

While discussing, Sam pops out of his own bedroom, listening in on the conversation between the two.

"I don't know, we were just talking about plans tonight and she got really weird, all of a sudden. She grabbed all her stuff for her shift and just bolted." Bucky was incredibly confused, and it was clear in his tone and facial expression.

He looked like a lost puppy.

"So what are you doing tonight?" Sam asks, wondering what was bothering you. Maybe it was something Bucky said?

"I was just hanging out in her room while she was getting ready, and then she asked what I was dressed for and I told her about that girl, Christina, the one from the bar that asked for my number and asked to go on a date. Then she basically ran." Bucky shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what even happened, she even said I 'don't have to explain myself to her,' and that she had to leave."

Steve and Sam shoot a look between each other, the latter breathing out a deep sigh.

"What? What's that sigh?" Bucky asks.

"Nothing, Buck. Have you thought that maybe the date was what was bothering her? You two spend a lot of time together, and maybe she feels a little... blindsided by this date." Steve reasons.

"What? Why would she feel blindsided? I tell her everything. She tells me everything. That's just how we are." Bucky responds with a shake of the head, hands flailing in the air.

"But what about her? Does she tell you about the dates she goes on?" Sam asks, and Bucky's brows furrow.

"What dates? She goes on dates? With who?"

Another look shared between Steve and Sam.

"See, maybe she doesn't go on dates. I really don't know. But that reaction is why she felt hurt by you telling her about you going on a date." Steve explains.

Bucky's lost.

"She has feelings for you, Buck. She has feelings and she's hurt that you're going on a date because she never goes on dates, and now she's realizing that she's going to get left behind in the dust when you meet another girl." Sam supplies.

Now Bucky's even more lost.

"But... why wouldn't she tell me she has feelings for me? She's never even indicated that there was anything she felt for me more than friends do." He explains, now wracking his brain for every single interaction you two have had.

"Listen... we don't know what goes on when you guys are alone. But what I do know is that you guys spend a lot of time together, and I think you guys both have some... unspoken feelings for each other."

Bucky stands there, contemplating what this meant. What was he saying? That he should come clean to you about his feelings for you? That going on this date tonight would be a mistake?

Fuck, the date.

"Listen, I gotta go. My date's expecting me." Bucky quickly dismisses the entire conversation, putting him arms through the arms of his leather jacket before heading out the door.

Another sigh was shared between the two men left behind in the apartment.

-

There were pros and cons to working the night shift.

Pros included that it was calm, most of the time. Nights meant time to catch up on charting and paperwork while patients slept, checking in on them when needed.

Cons included the fact that one of the major thoughts blaring in your mind was 'WHILE YOU'RE SITTING HERE MEASURING THIS PATIENT'S OUTPUT, BUCKY IS ON A DATE WITH A SUPER HOT GIRL FROM HIS WORK!!!'

It sucked.

You wished you could shut it off. Of course, you always had to make sure you were giving your patients the best care possible, but your mind was plagued.

Would you ever tell him how you felt? Could you ever take that risk? The thought of even telling him, let alone being rejected, makes you sick to your stomach.

He would never speak to you again. It would be weird between you two, and then it would be weird between everyone in the apartment, and you would never be able to show your face again and would have to move out. There’s no other feasible option.

Unless…

Unless Bucky liked you back.

But you don’t even let your mind wander there, because you couldn’t even stomach the thought of not being around them. They were your family, the people you spent the most time with, the ones you could always count on when you had a rough day or needed a shoulder to lean on. Especially Bucky.

You simply couldn’t lose them.

And so, your night shift went on and the world still spun, even with your feelings buried deep in your chest.

-

When you walked into your apartment at 7:30 AM, there were some things you noticed that weren’t there when you had left.

First, it was the pretty black kitten heels by the door that certainly weren’t yours.

Then, for example, a cute leather purse hanging from a barstool by the kitchen island that wasn’t yours.

You put two and two together, and despite the harsh clench of your chest, you decided you were too tired to even think about all this right now. You just needed to take a shower and go straight to bed.

After staying true to your words, you had just shut the door to the bathroom when you heard it open again. Then, the water running from the tap, and then you see the handle of your door turning.

Immediately, you throw yourself under your covers and act like you had already been asleep. You simply couldn’t face Bucky right now. Not after knowing that he brought that girl home, and not after she was probably still in his bed. That was just too far for you.

With your face away from the door, you try and make your breaths as even as possible, hearing the door click open.

You could feel Bucky’s eyes burning into you, but you weren’t giving yourself away. You needed sleep before dealing with this.

Once you hear the door shut, you let out a big breath, your heart practically leaping out of your chest. And with that breath, you allow your eyes to only well with tears, but not letting them fall.

-

You woke again at 3 PM, but with knowing you had the next day off you weren’t in any rush to start your day. You didn't even want to move. You felt as though you got hit by a bus, between the racing thoughts about... well you know who they were about; and then piled on with the unexpected code in the middle of your shift, it was not a peaceful night.

You got your much needed rest, but you were in no mood to face Bucky right now.

But alas, your stomach spoke (rather growled violently), and you had to eat something before your stomach folded in on itself.

As you crack the door open to inspect the hall, you see that Bucky's door is closed but you hear noises from the direction of the living room.

You weigh your options.

Go out and make yourself something to eat and possibly face Bucky.

Starve.

Although the latter was looking like a great option, another whoosh from your stomach made you man up and step out of the room.

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at who was in the apartment, eyes dead-set on the pasta sauce you knew was in the fridge.

"Hey, Y/N! How was the night shift?" Sam's chirpy question came from the couch.

"It was alright, had a code but he pulled through. What did you two get up to last night?" You ask, seeing that Steve and Bucky were sitting on the couch opposite to Sam.

You couldn't even look him in the eye, while you knew he was watching you.

"Not much, just had a few beers and chilled til Buck got back, caused quite the ruckus." Sam lets out a laugh, but the words pierced through your heart as you pour the pasta into the boiling pot of water you'd set on the stove.

"Oh, nice." You reply, albeit shortly. You didn't know what to say. But of course, your mouth runs farther ahead than your brain. "How was that date, Bucky?"

You didn't care how the date was. You know she came back here, and you had absolutely zero interest in finding out what they did together. You couldn't handle hearing him tell you about it.

"It was... it was good. She came back here after." Was all he said. He looked at you with those wide, crazy eyes. You wanted to crumble under his gaze, but instead you just turned around to focus on your food.

"Nice. Great. I'm glad it went well for you." You said, not facing him.

The three boys give each other a look, and the tension could be cut with a knife.

Another loud growl from your stomach.

Fuck.

You check and the pasta is cooked. You drain it, pour your sauce and cheese, and practically sprint back to your room with a resounding click of your door through the apartment. Dishes be damned.

-

Outside, breaths were still held.

"Jesus, Sam. Could you have made it sound worse than it was?" Bucky grits through his teeth, pushing his shoulder aggressively.

"Well, you did bring her back here. Did I misspeak?" He responds.

"No, but we just hung out! Nothing even happened! Why is this even so awkward between us? It's not a crime if I did sleep with her." Bucky defends, but is confused about this situation.

"Well, it wouldn't be a crime, but it sure wouldn't be a good thing that you slept with someone else when you clearly have feelings for her!" Steve chimes in as quietly as possible.

-

You feel so stupid.

The urge hits you like a truck.

Should you also be going on dates? What was it that was so deeply holding you back from doing what Bucky's doing?

You could make all the excuses you want; busy with work, too tired, and that you were happy with your friendships and current relationships, even if they were all platonic.

But that was all before, when you thought Bucky felt the same.

You thought that he was also happy with the way you two were. Doing all the things people in relationships do, but not speaking out about those deeply-buried feelings. And that was enough. You didn't need someone to tell you they loved you as more than a friend, you didn't need that yearning feeling to be filled.

It was all bullshit, anyways. Right?

Right?

Right.

He could date people and have a girlfriend that he could do all those things with.

It didn't matter.

Because apparently, you weren't that person to him.

So you would just have to accept that and move on with your life.

Alone.

Again.

-

"Again with these damn feelings! You two don't even know your heads from your asses, and you wanna tell me about how my feelings!" Bucky scrambles for words. He feels hot and uncomfortable all over, all the while trying to not raise his voice.

"Bucky! You felt that tension in here? Right? That was because she had a problem! And it could all easily fixed if you just said, 'Hey, I know this is crazy, but I like you! And I didn't sleep with anyone else because of that!' Huh? How 'bout that?" Sam suggests, like it was the easiest thing to do in the world.

"Yeah, and what if she laughs in my face? What if that's totally not the case?!" Bucky responds.

"Buck, I think you just need to trust us on this one. She likes you and you like her. I don't know what else to tell you to make you understand." Steve finally sighs and drops his shoulders, over this whole conversation.

"Listen, she has tomorrow off. If you two end up hanging out, you need to say something. The tension is just too much." Sam just sighs and turns the TV on, preemptively ending the conversation.

Bucky just went into his room, placed his headphones over his head, and spent some time alone to think.

Let's think rationally.

You went on a date, and you didn't sleep with her.

What Bucky was coming to realize, is that there was a reason he didn't sleep with her.

He just couldn't.

It felt wrong, like he knew that there was a reason why he couldn't do it, subconsciously.

And he fully went into the date wanting to sleep with her. That was his goal. But he knew that if he did, it would be the point of no return. For some reason, he just felt it in his gut.

Realistically, even if I slept with her, I probably would've been sick with myself. I couldn't even face her after that.

But why?

Because you like her, you absolute moron.

He thinks of all the moments shared between you two. The stares, the cuddling, the innocent touches that drove him insane. All of those things added up in his mind to become one big jumble of feelings and now his brain felt like it was going to burst from how much this was all hitting him at once.

He springs off his bed.

Before he even turns the corner into the living room, words are spilling out of his mouth.

"You know what, maybe subconsciously even my body knew not to sleep with her, but even then how could I know for sure she likes me?-"

But there you are, sitting between Steve and Sam, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes, gazing up at him in shock.

Clearly, you three were in the middle of something.

"You didn't sleep with her?" Your voice is meek at the question.

"No. I couldn't do it." He says, like it was obvious.

"Why not?" You fire back.

"I- I just... can we not do this out here? Please?" Bucky practically begs. He can't confess his deep and utter devotion to you in front of his two best friends. They'd never let him live it down.

"Come with me." Bucky runs into his room, throwing you a hoodie of his that he knew you were partial to, and then slid on his own jacket. Shoes are stuffed onto his feet, and he sees you doing the same, but your eyes never leave his figure in confusion.

The keys are grabbed from the bowl, and the door swings open while he holds it open for you.

Before Bucky lets the door shut, he gives Sam and Steve a final look; meanwhile the two are jumping up and down and pumping their fists in the air silently. It was almost comical.

"Where are we going?" Your voice from behind him startles him a bit, forgetting what he was even supposed to be doing.

"Just- put this on, honey." He hands you his spare motorcycle helmet, and you almost want to protest, but you wanted to see where this was going.

So you comply and hold onto him for dear life while he weaves in and out of traffic.

He stops, finally, in front of the place you know Bucky always comes to when he has too much on his mind.

It's a wide expanse of the city, a rooftop that he somehow had access to; and you weren't sure what you were doing here.

"What are we doing here?" You don't even let your mind think about what he was here to tell you.

Was he here to break the news to you that he was seeing this girl?

But you still couldn't figure out why he would bring you here to tell you that, and why he hadn't slept with her last night. Did she mean more to him than he let on? Is that why he wanted to wait to sleep with her?

The thought sends you heart sinking into your stomach.

"I have something I need to tell you." Bucky pauses and gazes so deeply into your eyes, something swimming in his blue irises, but you couldn't tell what. That was what scared you the most.

"I... I haven't been completely honest with you about how I've been feeling as of late. And I can't keep... keep being dishonest to myself and you, Y/N."

Tears were welling against your lashline, begging to be released at his words.

This was it. It’s all about to be over for good.

He approaches closer, hands coming to your jawline; his hold so delicate and soft that it makes you even more upset.

"Y/N... You are the most important person in my life. I can't imagine sharing any part of my life without you. You're the only person I want to see when I have something on my mind, I yearn for your touch when you aren't there, and lately, I've been confused as hell trying to understand why." His soft voice makes you weak in the knees.

Cue more tears.

"I just... I'm sorry I waited so long to tell you. And I'm sorry I went on that date... I'm sorry for a lot of things."

"Can I ask you something?" You ask quietly.

"Of course, honey."

"Why didn't you sleep with her?"

The weight of the question sits heavily in the air, and Bucky's features soften a smidge.

"I couldn't do it. I tried to get myself into it, into her. Both figuratively and literally." He laughs at his own joke, "but no part of me wanted to spend time with her over you. All I could think about was you. The entire date, I was thinking about what you were doing. What you were thinking about. You're all that takes up my mind these days. It kills me, not being around you when you're gone. I wish I could express to you how much I love you, but there aren't any words that could explain the extent of my feelings for you, Y/N. All I can really say is that I love you. You're my best friend. I can't think of anyone else who has the same effect on me that you have."

All you can think of you when you hear those words is the pounding in your chest and the fluttering in your lungs.

A wet, snotty smile crosses your face and you let out a garbled laugh.

"You love me?" Your hands slide up his chest to his shoulders, fingers grasping onto them.

"For as long as I can remember, honey. You're everything to me. The stars, the moon, the sky. It's all you." He returns the same smile, large thumbs caressing under your eyes to swipe at the fallen tears at his admission. "Do you love me?"

The way he asks you the question makes it sound so minuscule, so minute and almost childish, because you think he knows the answer.

"I do. I love you so much that I can't even think properly when I'm around you, Bucky. You take up every inch of my heart and my mind. I love you." You confess, the words spilling out of you like they belonged to him.

The grin that stretches across his cheeks is almost unreal, like a cartoon character. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes at your words.

The kiss that he molds upon your lips with his own steals all the air out of your lungs, and while one of your hands threads through his soft locks at the nape of his neck and your eyes fall shut, the other slides down to his chest, resting right over his heart.

You feel it against your palm and fingers, the pounding of the organ at the feeling of finally kissing you.

You wish he could feel yours, equally as loud and obvious.

His own hands are cradling your cheeks ever so gently, but the way he's kissing you is anything but. It was full of want, need, yearning. Everything you’ve been waiting for for months, finally being released in this moment.

When he finally pulls away for air, your eyes remain closed. You never wanted this moment to end, and if you opened your eyes now, you're afraid you'll wake and this will all be a cruel dream.

"Let me see those eyes, sweetheart." He mumbles and you can almost feel the words against your lips.

When your eyes peel open again almost drowsily, Bucky's smile is all you see. His nose is still brushing against yours, and you feel weak in the knees all over again at the proximity.

"I love you. And you love me. You know what that means?" He says.

"What?" Is all you can muster to reply at the moment.

"It means I owe those two bozos at home an apology and a beer, probably."

The laugh that escapes you lights him up inside, the sound being his favorite thing in the world. If he could make you laugh forever, he'd die a happy man.

"They knew this whole time, y'know? They actually confronted me about it. I didn't even tell them first. I guess I was just that obvious." You laugh at the memory, Bucky fondly smiling.

"I expect nothing less from them. You should've seen Sam before I left last night. Acting like he was your dad or something." Bucky's large arms come to wrap around you, holding you against his body.

"Oh, I wouldn't wanna be on side of Sam's attitude. I'm glad you made it out alive." You giggle once more, arms looping around his neck.

"Now when we go back I'm gonna have to face the 'I told you so's' from them. Kill me now." He rolls his eyes at the thought.

"Well, if they kill you now, you wouldn't be able to take me out to dinner tomorrow night." You tell him coyly, like the idea was already put in place.

"Huh, seems like you're right, honey. Couldn't leave my one and only girl hanging."

Bucky finally releases you from his hold- not that you wanted to be released of it- and walks towards the stairwell to head back down.

"C'mon. We've got a movie and ice cream waiting for us at home, sweetheart." He holds out his hand, and you don't hesitate to leap forward and grab it in your own.

"Let's go, Buck. I have lots to tell you about my shift last night."

"Oh, I'm sure the night shift was just riveting." He laughs as he leads you down the steps.

"Yeah, well all I could really think about was you being on a date with that girl, so yeah, maybe not the most pleasant time to have all night to yourself." You scoff.

"Well, you're never gonna have to worry about that again, will you?" He steals another peck from your lips, the blush creeping across your face at the gesture.

"I suppose not, no."

-

fin.

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That's it..

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No one asked for this but you're getting it. Also my blog is NOT dying. but I'm still finna feed you guys cuz I luv u. Maybe I just set really high expectations but anyway. This fic is kinda ass ngl. It gets to the point tho 🤭

Tw: oral sex, secrets, kai going beyond your boundaries. PET NAMES!!! age gap too (really depends on how old u r tho)

S: kai finds your diary and he just gives it a read. And eats you out while you read it to him.

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Kai spoke, talking about some random bullshit you didn't care about. You just cared about how his hand looked... how it'd feel inside you.

I mean, it wasn't your fault his hands were so attractive? It wasn't your fault they were so veiny and big...

Okay, you need to stop. Allie was clearly getting a little irritated by your daydreaming, but thankfully kai hadn't noticed. He was probably focusing on the men as usual, so you took that chance to whisper to Allie.

"What's going on?" You asked quietly, into allies ear.

"Kai's gonna shoot himself or something. Pay attention!" She whispered back, not amused at all. This cult was serious.. very serious. It was really life or death, but you were definitely the stupid one of them. Maybe even the bimbo.

So what? Maybe you liked pink. Maybe you loved men.. but that was a normal thing in a girl. Yeah.. you were old enough to mature.. but you didn't want to mature. You still acted like some stupid little girl. Which you weren't ashamed of. You were the most confident person ever. Besides when it came to boy stuff. Then there was a problem.

Kai. Kai was your problem. He'd be the death of you. You knew it. He was too hot, too fine.. what if his dick looked as good as his hands?? Fuck...

"Y/n repeat what I just said." Kai said sternly at you, staring you down. You looked over to him, your mouth agape.

"Huh?" You laughed slightly, trying to play it off cool. But it wasn't cool. Your stomach burned with desire. Even thinking about kai turned you on. It turned you on so much...

Kai took a deep breath, closing his eyes while he tried to manage his anger. He couldn't really contain it, clearly. He rubbed his face, and continued with his speech to the small group of people in his basement while Allie turned to you.

"Dumbass." She mumbled, watching kai once more. You turned to him, listening to him as he talking about the plan on Tuesday? Yeah. Tuesday. But Tuesday just turned into sex.

What would he look like in a porno? What would he do? Would he act well in it? Would it be rough? You created scenarios in your head, mainly thinking about dick. His dick.

Finally, kai dismissed you all, letting you go upstairs. As everyone chatted, their steps on the wooden floor filling the room you went to your room in kai's house. He had spare rooms, so you took one. But it was just because you wanted to see kai more.

As soon as you got to your room you shut the door, locking it immediately. You sat down on your bed, leaning off it to reach your diary. Or where you basically just made porn.

You flipped to a blank page, your previous writing leaving indents in this paper. You let out a soft sigh, it being hot and full of desire. You closed your eyes, resting your head on your palm as you thought about kai. How he'd look naked, out of the shower, jerking off... anything to get your pussy aching. And eventually it happened, which also got your wrist moving.

You wrote with your pencil, some words beautiful, some words looking ugly. Either way, you wrote your fantasies down, drawing little pictures along side the paragraphs.

Your hand slipped to your panties, just about to go under them before you heard a familiar knock.

"Y/n! Come out here, I need you to go down to the basement for me." Kai's voice followed, which made you spring up off your bed.. which also led to you not closing your diary.

You walked to the door opening it with a smile as Kai stood there, gesturing for you to go. You went down stairs, not really sure what to expect.

Kai stayed in the doorway, looking at your room. His eyes grazed over everything, including the enticing book on your bed. He walked in, staring at the book. He grabbed it, looking at the pictures. The very... explicit drawings.

A smirk grew on his face, tugging at the corners of his mouth as he read through the page you had left off on. It didn't take him long to realize it was about him, and it got him thinking what else you had written. He went to the first page, grazing over the words.

You had gone to the basement again, so you had no idea what was going on. You really didn't care what he did though... plus, your mind went somewhere else as you were made to clean up the basement.

Recently kai had been pretty messy down there, especially with 30 men sleeping down there so you had to douse the room with frebreze.

Once kai had read two pages, he set the book down, walking out before laughing to himself. He thought it was cute. Maybe a little disturbing how detailed you wrote, but he found it adorable.

Just another one of his fangirls. He had quite a big ego, so he wasn't that surprised. He had noticed how nervous you got... how you acted non chalant (or tried to) in serious situations.

You really needed a taste of reality.. a big taste.

So, while you cleaned the crusty basement and moved all the sleeping bags.. Kai set everything into motion. When you'd get up, he'd just confront you about the book. Nothing more, just a little chat.

But that wasn't how it went at all.

Continuing to clean the basement, you finally got bored and stopped, running up the stairs and going to your room. You certainly didn't expect kai to be in there.. reading your diary.

"Hey! That's mine!! What the hell are you doing????!" You shouted, running over and snatching the book from him. He laughed again, staring into your eyes as he had his giggles.

"Why don't you read it then? Since you're such a big girl. Since you think you can talk back to me." His tone changed. He went cold as he stared at you, his dimples disappearing back into his face. You looked down at the book, checking what page he had left on.

The last page. Your last entry... your unfinished paragraph...

You hadn't closed your diary when you went to the basement.. that was why this all happened. Your face turned pale from embarrassment, the heat going to your hands and thighs.

Your palms got clammy as you stood there, rethinking your horrible life choices.

"Well? Would you like me to read it?" He teased, but his tone was still cold. You just looked up, shaking your head no in response.

"You like me.. don't you? All those things you wrote about me in that little book. Why don't we talk about it? Maybe it'll get it out of your system so you don't think like such a slut."

His smile had returned, but on the last sentence it fell. He took the book from your sweaty hands, looking at it once more.

"How about you finish this paragraph and we can get started." He demanded, handing you a pencil. You bit the inside of your cheek while you took it, finishing the sentence.

'With his big veiny hands.' You wrote, your handwriting horrible from how nervous you were.

He looked at it, snickering at what you had wrote. "Really? You can do better than that, princess." He erased it, giving you back the pencil. You leaned on the desk, kai moving behind you as he put his 'big veiny hands' along your shoulders, moving them up and down. He moved his head in the crook of your neck, his hot breath hitting you.

You instantly felt an ache for him, but you began to write regardless.

'With his fat cock.' You wrote over the erased lines, it still looking horrible. He smiled at what you had wrote, his hips moving into yours forcing you to feel his erection.

"That's my girl.." he whispered, his hands moving down to your hips.

"Now read it. Read it all." He said sternly, but still in a low whisper. Your mouth opened, ready to read, but you couldn't. You were too afraid, and it got worse as kai's hands began to knead your hips, gradually going down.

"H-his.. brown eyes, his blue hair, his-" You choked on your words, feeling kai's hand go to your panties, cupping your clothed pussy.

"Don't stop. Continue." He said in a soft tone, his finger going inside your panties.

You choked, clearing your throat before you continued. "His h- hot figure.." you hesitated, trying to avoid the word. This was so humiliating.. so wrong of him to do. But it just got worse.

His finger played with your pussy, making you squeak a little.

His finger tip moved in a up and down motion over your hole, making your legs weak. He teased you while you stuttered, tripping over every word in the paragraph.

You gasped, feeling his finger enter you, making you squirm a bit. His finger moved inside of you, moving your plush walls and hitting every possible spot you wanted.

Your clit ached for attention, and you closed your eyes, giving up on the reading.

"Turn around." His finger slipped out of your wet pussy, instead moving to your waist to turn you. You faced him before he pushed you up onto the desk, flipping your skirt up revealing your panties.

His hands went to the band, pulling them off slowly while he looked up at you. "Read." Your hands shook as you took the diary, reading where you left off the best you could.

"I want him in-" you huffed some air, looking down at kai, being in contact with his blue hair. You felt your panties move to your ankles, and kais hair tickle your thighs as his head moved in between them. His hands moved up to the backs of your thighs, pushing them up as he folded you in half.

You held the book tight, choking down your nervousness and reading the next part. They came aline nicely.

"Inside me.." you said quietly, kais tongue licking into your folds right on time. You whimpered, your thighs trying to close around him, but he held them apart.

His lips closed around your clit, his tongue flicking against you skillfully as you melted under him. You clutched the book, your eyes squinting at the stimulation.

"Mm~" you moaned, biting your lip. Kai continued to assault your clit, his pace quickening.

You looked at the words, all of them becoming bunched up and scrambled. You couldn't make sense of any of it, and you finally came. You moaned a little more, whimpering and such. Kai's tongue moved off of you, his left hand opening up your folds to see your arousal.

"That's it, babygirl. Just like that." He praised, his tongue going back into your pussy, licking up anything you had left. He looked up at you as he swallowed up all of your juices, smiling as he did so.

You moaned more, your legs trying to close again, but kai didn't let you. He snickered through his nose, letting out huffs of hot air on your clit, only making you squirm more. You looked at the book, trying to make sense of any words, but you simply couldn't. Your head went back as you tried to calm down, kais head moving away from your thighs and instead to your lips.

His lips hovered yours before he kissed you. You tasted yourself somewhere in the kiss, but it was mostly breathy and hot. He left a kiss on your cheek, smiling before he let go of your legs, letting you process what just happened.

"Just ask next time. It'll save yourself that bullshit book." He snatched the book from your hands, putting it in his stupidly large pocket before leaving.

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K thats it. Also the diary is a small one. Thats how he fits it in his pocket lol

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warnings: Ao’nung is kinda mean , but then nice dw

an: I apologize how long it took for this to come out 🥲 I’ve just had major writers block, especially with this one but I think we cool now.

masterlist , chapter one

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yawntutsyìp - darling

sempul - father

sa’nok - mother

‘Itan - son

I see you | Chapter 2

You were currently sitting in the sand playing with the tiny shells that lay in front of you next to the rock Ao’nung was sitting on as all his friends sat on the other ones, which meant no room for you so that's why you were sitting on the ground.

You felt like a child having to wait for their mother to stop talking so you just awkwardly listen and stay quiet. They didn’t acknowledge your presence anyways besides a boy named Rotxo who you sort of previously because you always help his grandma weave baskets from time to time, she was a kind old lady.

“So is she just gonna follow you around all day?...” One of the boys said catching your attention and making your ears twitch up. “Pretty much. My mom wanted her to hang out with us because she is le’awtu” Ao’nung replied as if you weren't sitting right next to him.

“She's kind of weird, she's too quiet. Hey! ‘evenge! Why don’t you make yourself useful and grab us some snacks, yeah?” The same boy from before said to you as if you were some servant. You don’t bother lifting your head from the shell you were looking at.

‘I don’t even want to be here…can’t I just go back to the Tsahìk’

A swift kick to your shoulders pulled you out of your thoughts and look up at Ao’nung. Your brows furrow in confusion and a little bit of hurt, you were sure he obviously didn't use his full strength but it still hurt enough to have lingering pain in the spot.

“You heard him, Go grab us some snacks will you?” Ao’nung said with his signature glare that seemed to be reserved only for you, unfortunately. You hated him, he was the weird one if anything, He may not think he is being obvious when his gaze lingered a little longer than what you consider normal, but it was obvious enough for you to tell. It was as if you were the prey he was getting ready to hunt.

“What do you guys want for snacks?” You ask standing up while brushing the sand that stayed stuck to your leg from having sat for so long. “Just grab some fruit! But make it fresh. We want the ones from the top branches, not the bottom.” Another boy says as they all whisper and laugh at each other.

You nod your head taking a mental note and turn to Ao’nung. “And what about you? You are allergic to that fruit right? Do you want me to grab some berries?” A wave of shock ran through Ao’nung from getting caught off guard, he was surprised you knew that not even his friends knew but some random girl that he only met once knew. “Yeah, whatever…Just go now”.

Ao’nung waved you off as they all go back to their conversation from earlier, but as you leave you heard them. “Sorry Ao’nung I didn’t know you were allergic to those, But I mainly only said that because it would probably take hours for her to get them those are too far into the forest”

A sigh leaves your mouth. Why couldn't people just have some common decency to be nice for once? You had tried to figure out this multiple times in your head yet you never get an answer. You couldn't get your head around the fact, why would you pick on someone you don’t know? Or judge them just from just one time of meeting one another.

As you pass by your Marui you grab a woven kelp basket and set it against your hip as you make your way to the small, yet big, forest. Although it was a small forest and obviously could no way ever be compared to the actual forest that lay in the jungle, there was always a possibility that people could get lost in it but it was mostly children who weren't yet used to the land.

Crouching down to a small bush, you began to scavenge through it, picking all the ripe berries. As much as your intrusive thoughts were telling you to make sure to grab all the half-ripe ones so that they stayed sour, you knew that wasn't the right thing and decide against it.

Once you grabbed the last of the berries and put them in the basket, you began to walk further to look for the fruit they were talking about. You strain your head up as you look through the tall trees for the specific fruit. Your eyes finally caught an orange round-shaped fruit. ‘Finally’

Walking closer to the tree you finally get the real scale of how far they were, Usually for this type of fruit you would have the skilled fruit pickers or even some of the warriors, depending on how high up they were, to come and grab them but unfortunately for you, you were neither and had to make do with the skills you had.

Part of you wanted to say forget about it and tell them no, but another part of you longed to see the look on their stupid faces as you walked back with the fruit laid in your hands. You set the basket down on the dirt ground before jumping up and grabbing the first branch, mustering all the strength you had in your body.

‘I need to start working out, great mother!-’ You thought as you get a reality check, you spent most of your days as a healer, which rarely required you to be strong but now you started to rethink that as you somewhat struggle to pull yourself up on another branch.

This had taken longer than it should of, but you finally reached the top and picked the fruit, now all you had to do was figure out how the hell you were going to get down without falling while caring the fruit in both hands.

Slowly you move and place your back against the rough surface of the tree and slide down, reaching one foot down to the branch below it, doing this a couple more times as you got to the bottom your foot slips with a loud gasp leaving your lips and you began falling, flailing your arms around to try and latch on something, you could feel cuts forming on your skin from the sharp branches and leaves you fell through.

Somehow you managed to land on a branch and catch yourself before you started to fall again, the fruit you had picked long forgotten as they fell on the ground. Your body was covered from the juice of the fruit due to you accidentally falling on some when you landed on the branch.

You let out a frustrated cry while breathing heavily due to the adrenaline rush, after giving yourself a few moments to regain your composure you move down the last branches and land back on the ground where you belonged, definitely not the trees.

Looking at the ground you grabbed a few of the fruit that survived the fall and placed them in the basket and made your way back to wash and prepare them with a limp in your walk, and man did your ankle hurt. You decided to just wait till later tonight to check it out, no big deal right?

You reached your Marui and prepared the fruit, washing the dirt off and cutting them. You also made sure to wipe off all the juice and clean up the cuts that were on your body.

Making your way back to the spot the boys were at you hold the plates out to them. “Here are your snacks. Enjoy.” You watched with disgust as they wolfed the fruit down like madmen.

Limping to your spot on the ground next to Ao’nung you hand him the berries and sit down with a thump leaning your back against the rock and letting out huffs, that small journey had taken a lot of energy out of you.

While your back was against the rock and to Ao’nung, while no one was looking he grabbed a couple of leaves and a twig that had gotten stuck in your hair and threw them behind somewhere.

He felt bad when he saw you limping, and if you looked closely he could see the cuts you had gotten on your arms and legs that had begun to bleed again, but he wouldn't dare to say anything. Why did he care anyways? You could've chosen to decline, so there for it was your fault, at least that's what he was trying to convince his inner thoughts.

After a while his friends had to leave as their families called, so now it was just you and Ao’nung sitting in silence not bothering to disturb it. But out of the Blue Ao’nung stands up and begins to walk away.

“Ao’nung? Where are you going?!” You called out to the boy while sitting up, but he didn’t answer. A sigh leaves your lips as you grumble under your breath as you get up and jog to catch up to him. “At least wait for me!”

Ao’nung looked over his shoulder at you before slowing down his pace by a sliver and continuing to walk. He decided to be nice for once and help you out. He wasn’t annoyed at you but more at the fact that he actually wanted the first time you guys hung out to be alone. But that plan all went down the drain.

Following the Metkayina boy a little longer, you start to look at your surroundings trying to figure out where the heck you were. Looking up ahead you see a familiar healing hut. “Ao’nung?” You tried calling his name out once again.

You watched as he continued walking, getting closer and closer to the hut until you guys reached the entrance. Were you supposed to follow him in? Maybe this was a personal matter and you were just following him like a weirdo.

It was as if Ao’nung had heard your thoughts, he held the door open waiting for you to walk inside after him, so you did so. “What are we doing in here Ao’nung? Are you hurt? Do you want me to mix up some medicine for you?!” You asked out as you began going to the table grabbing the ingredients.

“No. Not me.” Ao’nung said while standing behind you grabbing the stuff you had begun picking up and setting them back down. He then grabs your arm and drags you to one of the cots forcing you to sit down by pushing your shoulders.

“Now sit down and stay there for a second.” He tells you then turns around going back to the table you were just at and picks up the ingredients again, mixing them up into a paste-like substance. You obeyed and say there quietly observing his every move.

Once he was finished he walked back over to you with a bowl in his hand. “It’s for you. I saw you had gotten hurt” he tells you while putting some of the medicine on his fingers and dabbing it gently on the cuts that laid on your arms from the sticks that had scratched you when you fell.

“Thank you…but you know I could do this myself, I’m a healer you know-“ Ao’nung cuts you off. “I know. Now stay still…please.” He said to you, but in a softer tone. He sits down next to you and brings a hand to your chin, lifting it up to look at him so he could get a better view of your face.

A purple hue covers your cheeks as you avoid your eyes from looking into his aqua ones. Being this close to his face, and feeling his hands on your skin with his gentle touches made you flustered, and butterflies in your stomach. It made you want to stand up and run away but you knew you couldn’t as he still had a soft grip on your chin.

His fingers collect more of the medicine paste and he begins to dab it on your cheek, keeping in mind not to press too hard afraid of causing you any pain. “I’m sorry for earlier” Ao’nung disrupts the quietness, eyes still focused on the cut he was covering up.

“It's alright, no need to apologize” you whisper, eyes now trained on his hands as they work, watching their every move. You freeze up as you feel his thumb graze your lip. “I do though. I kicked you earlier rather harsher than I meant. I’m also apologizing for how rude my friends and I were to you”

“Oh yeah… I sorta forgot about that. It’s cool now, don't worry about it.” You tell him, quietly laughing it off. Ao’nung finally removed his hand from your face and sat back looking over you making sure he didn’t miss any wounds.

“(Y/N)?” You hear a voice from behind you both call out. Both your heads turn in the direction of the voice, and your eyes land on your mother. Eyes soften at her figure, this was the first time you had seen her leave your father's side.

“Hey, sa’nok…you alright?” You asked her as she made her way towards the both of you with small steps before stopping in front of the cot. “I’m fine my dear, are you okay? I had heard your voice and came out here, and then I saw this boy tending to your wounds…where did they come from?!” She says with a hint of worry in her words. Your mother reached her hand out to your face brushing your hair out from your face and behind your ears.

“I just feel down, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, don’t worry” you lie and reassure her, your mother already had enough on her plate right now dealing with your father, and you didn’t want to add to the list and cause her more stress. Ao’nung’s ears raise as he glances at you as if he were saying ‘what? what are you saying?’ But you just shake your head silently telling him to drop it.

“Be careful my yawntutsyìp, I must go back to sempul now…come visit later tonight please?” Your mother pleaded, she had slowly begun to realize that you were turning into a woman and that little girl who she thought of you as slowly vanishing.

“Of course, I will, I’ll also make sure to bring some fruit I had picked up earlier” She smiled and gave you a peck on the forehead telling you she liked the idea, and then went back to the room where your father lay.

“Do you think we could get out of here?” “Let’s go” Ao’nung and you both talk at the same time interrupting each other. You turn your head as Ao’nung does the same and your breath gets caught in your throat as you realize how close you guys were sitting. Noses nearly touching, one blow of the win could easily close the gap if you guys didn’t hold your stance.

Ao’nung started into your aqua eyes, he was having deja vu, like this had happened before…which it did a while ago. His eyes trailed down your face and landed on your lips, they were soft and plump, so tempting to him, he just wanted to lean forward and crash his against yours pulling you into his arms. Unknowing both of you, you guys began to lean forward, eyes focused on the other one's lips. Inch by inch until there was nearly enough space for a piece of paper to slide in between and before you guys could lock lips someone entered the hut.

“Ao’nung! (Y/N)! There you are, I was looking for you guys. What are you guys doing here? I made lunch!” Ronal walks in just in time for you and Ao’nung to be pulled apart and scoot some distance between you, both faces flushed with a purple hue. She knew something had happened, she was not dumb but she wasn’t going to bring it up either.

“I fell when we were running across the big rocks and got scraped up, so Ao’nung took me here to get the medicine…” You tell the Tsahìk, scratching your cheek in embarrassment. Ronal walks closer to you and inspects all the cuts making sure they had been properly taken care of and backs away with a nod. “Well you did a good job on patching up (Y/N)” she gives you a smile of approval.

“Actually! It was Ao’nung who had done it, not me this time” Ronal’s eyes widen in surprise as she looked over at her son who had his head down playing with the strings on the cot. “Ao’nung? You did this!?” , “don’t sound so surprised sa’nok, you are my mother after all” he lifts his head to show a cheeky grin.

The way his mother was surprised that he had done such a good job somewhat offended him but at the same time boosted his ego that it was good enough for her to have thought you had done it, and you were a good healer as well so he’ll take the compliment.

“My my well done ‘itan. Now both of you let’s go, Your sempul might have already eaten everything if we don’t hurry.” Ronal said, ushering the kids to stand up and follow her. You both do as she said walking out in the direction of the family’s Marui.

Ao’nung and you share a last glance at each other, starting from each other's lips that were once so close to the other. Unknown to you, your tanhì had started to glow when you stared at Ao’nung, and he noticed too. He only smirked giving you a wink before looking away to his mother who had been talking.

‘I think I like Ao’nung.’

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Play Pretend

toji x fem!reader

narrative: toji comes to your apartment late at night with little megumi, ends up being very fond of you.

genre: fluff

cw: mentions of very minor injury, suggestiveness

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You woke up abruptly to a banging at your door. Sitting up, you looked at your alarm clock and its bright red numbers.

3:58 am

You walked out of your bedroom into the kitchen, and slowly walked towards the front door. You looked through the peephole to see a man with his son, who appeared to be crying. Not knowing what to do, you froze.

Until he knocked again, then you finally realized who was at your door.

Toji Zenin. You had heard of him before, but you were positive he had never heard of you.

What is he doing here?

You opened the door slowly, with a kitchen knife in the other hand.

"My son, Megumi, he busted his lip."

You paused and looked at him in confusion.

"You need help taking care of a busted lip?"

He looked down at his son, then back at you, "Yeah, I guess."

You gestured for him to come in, so frustrated knowing that this was your day off and you definitely would not be able to go back to sleep.

"Let me see him," you said while holding your hands out to the little boy resting on his fathers shoulders.

You took the little boy in your arms. You had heard from somewhere that his name was Megumi.

After setting him on the kitchen counter, you took a wet washcloth and pressed it to his lip gently. After that, you put a little bit of ice on it to help the swelling and told him to go lay in your bed until the ice was melted.

You turned toward Toji to find him standing inches away from you with his arms across his huge chest. He had a look in his eyes that made you want to have all the rest of his children then and there, but you didn’t want to admit it.

"You're hot." He said, grasping at your hips and burrowing his face in your neck. His teeth bit your bra strap and pulled, then let go, making you gasp in shock.

"Ow! What is wrong with you?" You slapped his bicep, trying to make him at least take a little bit of his weight off of you.

He laughed as you struggled to move him at all. His hands grasped the kitchen counter behind you, caging your body in.

"Are you drunk?" You whispered in a frustrated tone.

"You make me drunk" he slurred out. He stumbled back, leaving a cold space in his presence. He slowly walked over to the couch and sat down, fumbling to find the remote for the TV.

"So let me get this straight, you knock on some random woman's door at 4 in the morning, ask me to take care of your son, hit on me, then proceed to stay in my apartment and act as if you live here?"

He stood up from his place on the couch and walked over to you. He was so much taller, and his persona alone was enough to make him terrifying.

He didn't stop walking towards you until he was a few inches away from your face, your chest was pressed into his.

"How can I repay you?" He stepped closer somehow, and you took a step back, trying to create more space between you.

You couldn't speak. You were so tired and all you wanted to do was go to bed. You had no idea who this man was, or why his son was hurt, or why he knew where you lived, and you were scared of it all.

Rubbing your eyes with your hands, you whined, "I'm going back to bed. Since you're into the whole pretending thing, then you can come too. I'm halfway convinced this is all a dream anyway."

You padded away to your bedroom, and he quietly followed. You lifted up the covers to see his son sound asleep and felt relieved. You got into bed on one side, and Toji on the other, leaving Megumi in the middle.

"Hey" he growled,

"I don't pretend."

You looked him in the eyes and almost saw some sort of sincerity.

Rolling your eyes, you whispered, "Whatever", and before you could even close your eyes, Toji put a hand on your cheek and said,

"Thank you. I mean it."

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