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[roosterforme]

How Old Are You? | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob only gets one birthday every four years. When his wife, Molly, realizes it's almost Leap Day, she throws him a party any nine year old would love. And it's the perfect celebration for a thirty-six year old, too.

Warnings: Fluff, adult language, implied smut, 18+

Length: 2500 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC!Molly (this story accompanies The Curveball)

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Bob was half asleep in bed, post orgasm, when the weird conversation started. "So technically you're about to turn nine? Even though you'll be thirty-six? Is that right?"

He cracked his eyes open again as he watched his wife stretch her arms above her head, her nipple piercings glinting in the soft candlelight that had their bedroom aglow. She was nibbling on her lip, and he could practically see her mind working.

"Yeah," he answered cautiously. "Why do you have that expression on your face, Mo? Like you're plotting something scary?"

"I've never plotted something scary a day in my life!" she told him before leaning down and gently biting his bicep. "I was merely considering what I should get you for your special day."

"I don't need anything," he replied quickly, remembering the naked cowboy statue wearing glasses that she gifted to him last year.

"Well," she said, drawing out the single syllable. "That's where I think you're wrong, Bobby."

"Molly, I don't even want anything." Then he had an idea that he hoped would throw her off. "How about you get some pretty new barbells or rings and let me play with them?"

She rolled her eyes. "That would be a gift for me."

He shrugged as she draped herself across him. "Kind of for both of us when you really think about it."

Her soft lips found his jaw as she whispered, "But it's not every day you turn nine, Coach Cute Glasses. You deserve an extra special treat."

He shook his head in exasperation and said, "I'll really be thirty six though."

"Not according to the calendar." She kissed him sweetly before climbing over him to get out of the bed. "I'll go check on Charlie and Flora one last time before we go to sleep." Bob watched her slip his discarded undershirt on and smooth it down over her gorgeous body, perhaps a little more filled out now that they had two kids.

He reached for her hand and said, "Mo, we really need to sell the condo and get a bigger place. They can't share that tiny room forever."

Even though she told him all the time that she loved the condo and didn't want to leave it, she was finally starting to come around. "I think I'm ready to admit that you might be right about that, Uncle Bob."

"Really?" he asked, jolting up in bed.

She nodded and hummed. "Yes. Besides, your birthday party would be a lot easier to plan if we had more space to accommodate all the guests."

Bob groaned and flopped back down again, and Molly removed his glasses for him. "I don't need a birthday party," he insisted. "I just want a nice, quiet evening with you and the kids. Maybe your sister, Ev and Bradley, too, but that's it."

"We'll see," she replied before leaving the bedroom with a wicked smirk on her face.

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"Can you get to my sister's house by noon on your birthday? For your party?" Molly asked as she watched Bob feed a mashed up banana to their one year old daughter. 

"I thought we ended that discussion with us both accepting the fact that I do not need a birthday party."

"Yeah... it's too late for that," she replied easily as she and Charlie both ate their own dinners. Molly's favorite hobby was keeping her husband on his toes. She figured his life would be sad and boring without her in it, and since he chose to be with her, he must have a deep-seated love for nonsense. She always made sure to bring it out for him, especially for his birthday. 

He gave her a stern look. "It's just a small party, right?"

"Sure, Bobby."

"I don't believe you."

"Oh come on," she whined. "This is your first real birthday since we met!"

She knew he would crack. He gave her what she wanted the vast majority of the time anyway, but when she whined for something harmless, it was always hers. 

"Fine."

And with that single word, Molly executed the most epic ninth birthday anyone could ever have. She called the vendors. She ordered the piñata. She invited the guests. She procured a balloon arch. And on Bob's birthday, her own sister and brother-in-law were looking at her with shocked expressions from their back deck when she started setting things up at eight in the morning. 

"I thought this was going to be a small party?" Bradley asked as he watched her assemble the red and yellow balloon arch. 

Molly just laughed. "That's just what I told Bob. I lied. The pony should be arriving soon."

"Pony?" gasped her sister. "I'm sorry, I must have misheard. Did you say a pony is arriving?"

"Yes," Molly said, speaking a little louder now to make her point. "How the hell are we supposed to have a cowboy birthday party without pony rides?"

Then Everett came tearing out onto the back deck, still in his pajamas, shouting, "Someone is bringing a horse around from the driveway!"

"See?" Molly asked as the pony and handler appeared in the backyard. "Ev is excited. He has good taste."

"He's ten!" Bradley snapped as he went running across the yard. "Is this thing going to tear up the grass that I spent months watering so it looked this nice?" But as soon as he saw how excited Everett was to pet the cute animal, Molly knew her brother-in-law would be on her side. It was just her sister glaring at her now.

"Whatever you mess up out here, you need to clean up. That includes the horse poop!"

"It's just a pony," Molly assured her, although the animal was a lot bigger than she expected. And yes, it was actually pooping. "It's fine. It'll be fine."

She was hoping it would be fine.

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When Bob buckled Charlie and Flora back into their car seats in his truck at Myers park, he checked the time. It was almost noon. "Oh god," he groaned as he opened the driver's door. He had no idea what to expect, but the text from Bradley about how he was going to need help filling in the hoof prints in their yard next week had him on edge.

"Birthday party!" Charlie cheered from the backseat as Bob pulled out onto the main road. Molly had been talking about it so much, their son kept saying it over and over.

"That's right," Bob told him calmly. "But I'm pretty sure Mommy went bananas over the entire thing."

"Nana!" Flora crooned before she burst into tears. He should have known better than to mention her favorite food right in front of her like that. So he drove to his sister-in-law and brother-in-law's house with one delighted child and one who was crying hysterically. When he pulled down their block, there was absolutely nowhere to park, and there was a horse trailer parked right in front of the house. 

"Oh, no. No no no. Molly, no," he whispered. When he got closer, he saw the massive banner hanging on the porch that said Happy Birthday, Cowboy Bob. He had to squeeze his truck into the driveway behind the familiar blue Bronco while he gaped at the sight before him.

"Horse!" Charlie screeched. He wasn't wrong. There was some sort of pony walking around the backyard with Everett perched on top of the saddle wearing a cowboy hat. "I want the horse!"

"Okay," Bob told him as he shook his head and climbed out of the truck. He walked around to the back of the house with one child in each arm, and thankfully when Flora saw the pony, she stopped crying, perhaps out of fear. 

"Bob!" Molly shouted over the classic country music that was playing as she popped out of the enormous rodeo themed bounce house and ran to him. Literally everyone he'd ever seen in his life seemed to be here, and they were all wearing cowboy hats. Everyone from work was here. Like everyone. Cyclone was wearing a cowboy hat and drinking a beer. Bob thought he saw the doctor that Molly worked with who delivered both of their children. His parents and both of his sisters were here. His niece Piper was taking a turn riding the pony. There were indeed hoof prints in the yard.

Then Molly was somehow in his arms along with both kids, and she was kissing his neck as she said, "Happy birthday," in a voice that would have been a lot more appropriate for their bedroom. 

"Mo," he said, shaking his head. "There's a pony. It's making Bradley look constipated." 

She just rolled her eyes in response. "He'll get over it as soon as I offer to watch Everett for a few days over spring break so he and my sister can go away and do nasty stuff to each other."

Bob just smiled down at her and said, "You told me this would be a small affair."

"I guess I lied. Oops. Come say hi to Phoenix." She dragged him up onto the deck where Natasha took both kids from him with a kiss to his cheek, and then Molly was yanking his shirt over his head.

"What are you doing?" he asked, standing there in his undershirt with his glasses askew. But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, she was pulling another shirt over his head. It said Birthday Cowboy, and there was a number 9 that looked like it was shaped out of rope.

And that's when everyone started hugging him and running around to get him drinks and chat with him. Mickey was wearing cowboy boots and a cow print vest. Maverick was teaching the kids how to line dance. Bradley's scowl had started to ease up since Everett seemed to be having the time of his life. 

"Happy birthday, Uncle Bob," Everett said when he walked over. He hugged Bob and added, "Your birthday party is my favorite birthday party ever, and I can't believe it's in my yard!"

"Thanks, Ev," he replied with a laugh as he watched Molly and Flora dancing with Javy. "It is pretty cool."

"Happy birthday, Bob," his sister-in-law said, handing him a card. "You can open it later. We got you opening day tickets for the Padres. Also, I'm so sorry that my sister is so chaotic, but you should have known what you were getting into when you started dating her."

Bob accepted another kiss on his cheek. "She really can't be stopped once she gets going." 

"It's a waste of time to even try. Might as well sit back and enjoy the show."

He did, and the looser he got, the more fun he started to have. He pet the pony while Piper rode around on it. He smashed open a cowboy piñata with one of Everett's baseball bats. He jumped in the bounce house with Charlie and Everett, and Bradley even joined them.

"I'll help you fix your yard next week," Bob promised as Everett did a backflip. 

Bradley just laughed and said, "It's hard to be mad about it when Molly just wants everyone to have the time of their life. You're very lucky. Also, I don't know how you deal with her on a daily basis."

Bob laughed, too. "Sometimes I just take it one hour at a time."

"Get ready for cake!" Molly shouted, and it took five people to carry out the biggest sheet cake he'd ever seen in his life. It was cow print and decorated with boots and spurs, and said Happy 9th Birthday, Cowboy Bob!

After he blew out the nine candles he reached for Molly. "Thank you," he whispered, kissing her softly. "I didn't know I needed a ninth birthday party, but I guess I really did."

"You're only a kid once, Bobby," she replied, smiling against his lips.

"You do know I'm actually thirty-six, right?" he asked, pulling her snug against him as her sister started to cut up the cake. 

"Not according to the calendar," she responded, patting him gently on the cheek. "Your mom and I had a lovely conversation about how terrible you look for your age."

He tried not to smile, but it was useless. "I'm actually having the best day, Mo."

"I knew it all along."

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Both kids were sound asleep as soon as Molly tucked them into bed. Charlie went on a sugar high and then crashed, and Flora was played with and held by seemingly everyone at the party. They would probably sleep for a solid twelve hours. Which was good, because Molly wanted to give her husband the rest of his birthday presents. 

She found him in their bedroom where he was opening up the cards he got with a soft smile on his face. "You have so many friends," she told him, and he turned to look at her. "Everyone loves Bob Floyd."

He actually blushed which made her want to rip all of his clothing to shreds and have her way with him. He shook his head slightly and said, "Everyone loves the amazing Molly Floyd and her beautiful imagination."

"Bobby," she moaned softly, taking the card from his hand and wrapping her arms around him. "Tell me more about how amazing I am."

He laughed and whispered, "You threw me the equivalent of a kids' ninth birthday party, just because you could. My dad participated in the pie eating contest. My mom learned how to line dance. Bradley almost popped a vein in his forehead. It was wonderful."

She sighed in contentment. "In four more years when you turn ten, we'll be in a bigger house, and we can host your party there. But we'll have to wait and see if you're still into cowboys or if your interests change, Kiddo. Now will you please open your present from me? And put on your cowboy hat? I've always wanted to suck a real cowboy's cock."

Bob grinned. "Molly, you suck my cock when I'm wearing my cowboy hat all the time."

"But you've never had assless chaps before."

Bob let out a strangled sound, and when he opened the box that was wrapped in cowboy paper, there were in fact assless chaps inside. "Please, please, please put them on," Molly moaned. "God, I feel like it's my birthday."

As soon as she started whining, he always gave her what she wanted. It was impossible not to. Five minutes later, Bob was standing in the middle of the bedroom wearing the chaps, his birthday shirt, and his old cowboy hat. Molly was panting and biting her knuckle, already obviously raring to go down on him, which just made him harder.

But she took a step toward him and then stopped, a devilish smirk on his face. "Now wait. I'm having a bit of a moral dilemma with you in that shirt. How old are you again?"

"I'm thirty-six," he replied blandly. 

"You sure about that, Cowboy Bob?"

"Molly! I'm thirty-six!"

"Okay, okay. Just checking," she said, reaching for the bottom of his shirt. "But let's just remove this anyway."

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I had a blast revisiting these two! I'm so deeply in love with Molly. I hope you enjoyed Bob's birthday celebration. Thanks for reading! And thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Not So Secret Admirer 💌

Fluffy mini fic, this is an 18+ blog so minors shoo!

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Eddie noticed you had been quiet all day Sure he could be loud, opinionated and liked to piss off Jason and his crowd on a daily basis, but he looked after his own.

You had joined Hellfire last year and took a while to come out of your shell, Eddie took you under his wing, was protective of you and though he would never admit it to anyone-you were his favourite.

He was also madly in love with you.

"What's wrong princess?" he murmurs to you and you shake your head, clearly not wanting to talk about what was on your mind.

Ideas of what could be wrong run through his head, were you sick? Was that butthead Carver bothering you in some way? He throws a glare in the assholes direction.

Carver noticed and makes a show of standing up and acting tough, the minute that Eddie flips him the bird, he sits back down again.

With that settled Eddie resumes his precious thoughts. Was it one of his sheeples annoying you? Eddie casts a critical eye over all of them, plots to maim the D&d character of whoever the culprit is in a particularly vicious manner during a campaign.

Finally you speak up.

"Simone was talking about all of the nice dates that Ted takes her on, I don't know... I guess I just wish someone would notice me like that" you avoid his gaze and a whirl of emotions go through Eddie.

Did you honestly not see how smitten he was with you? How protective and soft he could be with you?

The sad look on your face makes Eddie's chest hurt and he vows to bring a smile to your face. He loves your smile, the way your eyes light up and your whole body just radiates sunshine when you're happy about something.

He stews silently as he tries to think of something that will cheer you up, then he gets an idea and hopes it works.

...

There's a note that's been slipped into your locker, you can see it peeking out. When you open your locker to grab the note, there's also a bunch of pretty wildflowers tied with a band inside too.

Warmth floods through your stomach as you read the scribble of words on the paper.

You may not think people notice you but I do. You're all I think about princess, I hope this note makes you smile, because I'm sweating my ass of writing it.

Your Eddie

You clutch the note to your chest beaming, when you next see Eddie you'll finally be brave enough to tell him how you feel about him.

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[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | general | wc: 2.1k | cw: none | tags: childhood friends, Eddie lives, fluff and tiny bit of angst | AO3)

Written for the @steddielovemonth prompt: Love is being willing to wait for them.

Eddie was six years old when he first met Steve, not that he would remember it until much, much later.

The boy Eddie met that day was sweet and a little shy, perhaps because he was so small for his age. He was a year younger than Eddie, only five, which was forever in Eddie's eyes. He felt responsible for the little boy somehow, so he walked up to him on the deserted playground to make sure he was okay.

"'Ello!" Eddie exclaimed, holding out his hand for Steve to shake, like he'd seen his daddy do all the time when they were in town. His dad called it part of the Munson charm, whatever that was, and Eddie wanted to be as cool as his dad. "I'm Eddie, who are you?"

The boy looked up at Eddie with big eyes and made no move to take Eddie's hand, so Eddie reached out and took the boy's hand in his own and shook it wildly.

"See, that's how you do it. And then you say your name. Let's try it again!" Eddie decided, still pumping the boy's hand. "I'm Eddie."

"Steve," the boy said with a slight lisp, and Eddie thought maybe he hadn't said his name earlier because he was afraid Eddie would make fun of him for it. The other kids made fun of him a lot, for a lot of reasons that Eddie didn't really understand. All he knew was that he didn't like it; it made him sad. Especially since none of the other kids would play with him, so he had to go on his adventures all alone, fighting the big dragon without a trusted knight at his side.

Perhaps Steve could be his knight.

"Will you help me slay the big dragon, Steve?" Eddie asked, suddenly excited at the prospect of finally having someone to play with. "He stole all our gold, so we have to slay him!"

He was still holding Steve's hand, but he dropped it as he began to imitate how they would fight the beast with their swords. "I'm a mage because my mom says every fairy tale needs a good fairy or a mage to help the hero defeat the villain. And you can be that hero, Steve! I'll help you with my magic," Eddie promised, his whole face breaking into a wide grin.

Steve giggled, but Eddie thought it wasn't like the other kids laughing at him. It sounded nice, like Steve was enjoying Eddie's antics. "What do you think, Sir Steve?"

Between bursts of pearly laughter, Steve eagerly agreed, but then paused to ask Eddie in a suddenly serious tone, "But why don't you wanna be the hero?"

"I'm no hero, Stevie! I'm a mage, didn't you hear me? I can do magic to help the hero, because only together can we defeat the beast." Eddie explained in an equally serious tone, because killing dragons was serious business.

"Okay," Steve agreed. "How do we fight a dragon? I never fought a dragon before."

Eddie explained his plans to Steve, and together they ran and climbed around the playground in search of the dragon. It was the most fun Eddie had had in a long time. Steve was the best hero ever; he listened to Eddie's ideas and had some surprisingly fun ones of his own. They forgot everything around them, caught up in a world of make-believe, until a woman's voice startled them out of their play.

"Steve! Steven, where are you? If your parents come home and you're not there, they'll fire me," the woman grumbled before shouting again. "Steve!"

Eddie looked at Steve questioningly as the voice came closer.

"That's Lucy, she's looking after me 'cause my parents don't have time," Steve explained in a low voice. "I have to go." He looked very sad when he said that and Eddie already missed his bright smile.

"That's okay, Stevie, we can kill the dragon tomorrow!"

That made Steve perk up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah! I'll wait for you here tomorrow!"

"Thanks, Eddie!" Steve exclaimed, throwing his arms around Eddie in a tight hug before running off to find the woman.

The next day, Eddie was back at the playground as soon as he could get away from their house, telling his mama that he had finally made a friend and now they had to kill the dragon. "He's my hero, Mom, and I'm his mage, just like in the fairy tales!" He told her, and she hugged him tightly before making him and Steve two sandwiches, because "slaying dragons is hard work and makes you hungry'.

Steve wasn't there when Eddie arrived at the playground, so Eddie sat down on the swings and waited for his new friend.

He waited until the first signs of dawn reached the playground, and he had to eat both sandwiches because he was hungry, and drink all the water his mama had packed.

Eddie only left when it got dark, and he knew his mama would be worried. But he was back the next day, and the next. Every day for weeks, Eddie waited for Steve on the swing, always wondering why his new friend didn't want to play with him anymore.

Eddie never made a connection between his Stevie and King Steve. How could he, when King Steve was all aloof and arrogant, looking down on people like Eddie and walking the halls of Hawkins High with that haughty grin on his face. The boy wasn't his hero, and Eddie wouldn't dream of using his magic to help him.

Funnily enough, the first time Steve's sight sparked any kind of recognition in Eddie was when Eddie pinned him against a boathouse wall with a bottle against his neck. Stripped of his usual confidence by surprise and fear, Steve looked somehow... small. He sounded even smaller as he tried to reassure Eddie that he meant no harm, and the sound of his voice made something tingle at the back of Eddie's mind.

Steve was different than Eddie had expected, to say the least.

At times, he was snarky and bitchy. But not in the mean way he had been in high school. He was all bark and no bite. And he was good to Eddie's sheep, to all the kids, really. Like a big brother, a protector. A knight in shining armor who stood between them and danger.

And not just for the kids, for everyone.

Steve jumped into a dark, deep lake not knowing what awaited him; fought demonic bats with bare hands and teeth, losing more flesh than seemed healthy.

Steve was a hero, and later Eddie berated himself for not realizing it sooner, but hindsight is 20/20, and he only understood that Steve Harrington was indeed his Stevie when it was too late to do anything about it.

Eddie was almost sure when they stole the RV together, because the way Steve grinned at him just before they switched positions and Steve sped out of the trailer park reminded him so much of the sweet boy he once knew.

The boy he never really stopped waiting for.

When Steve asked Dustin and Eddie not to be cute, not to be heroes, he decided to test his theory.

"We're not heroes," he told Steve, and when Dustin said “you can be the hero, Steve” Eddie was watching his face for any sign of recognition. He could have sworn he saw a flicker of it in Steve's eyes. That was the moment he almost, almost asked outright.

Eddie even called out to him, the words on his tongue, "Why didn't you come back? I was waiting for you.' But in the end he decided against it. What use was there? They had bigger problems to deal with right now. He would ask Steve later, when it was all over. He would tell him that he had been waiting for him all this time and that he was glad that Steve had come back to him.

They would talk later.

Only later wouldn't come, Eddie realized as he tasted his own blood in his mouth and stared into Dustin's frightened, tearful eyes.

And then Steve was there, holding his hand, begging him, pleading with him to stay, not to die. Eddie couldn't promise him that, but he had promised him something else, and he wanted Steve to know that he had never broken that promise.

"I waited for you, Stevie. Every..." Eddie coughed wetly, more blood flooding his mouth, and he suppressed the grimace to keep smiling at Steve. "Every day. I knew you'd come back. Worth... the wait," Eddie whispered, his voice fading. Eddie was fading fast.

In the distance he heard Steve's voice begging him to stay, he needed his mage by his side, and the last thing he thought was that he was sorry he had to leave before he could see Steve slay their dragon, but he hoped his magic had helped enough.

The next time Eddie was able to think and feel, it was like waking up from the worst hangover ever. Everything hurt, even his hair.

Slowly opening his eyes to a thankfully dimly lit room, he winced at the sharp pain in his head. It made moving his head even more torturous, but Eddie had to know where he was. Looking around as much as he could, he realized several things.

He was in a hospital bed with monitors beeping softly beside him.

It was night, with only a small bedside lamp providing some light.

Steve Harrington was asleep next to him, his arms crossed on Eddie's bed and his head resting on them.

Eddie must have made some sort of noise at the sight, because at that moment Steve jumped to his feet, ready to fight or flight.

Then he looked at Eddie and a myriad of expressions played across his face. Most of them passed too quickly for Eddie to decipher, but he's sure he saw surprise and joy. Wonder, definitely, but maybe fear, too, though Eddie had no idea why Steve would be afraid of him.

"Steve," Eddie croaked, his throat like sandpaper. The sound of his name was enough to jolt Steve into action and he hurried over to Eddie's bedside table. Seconds later, a straw was held to his mouth and blessedly cool water filled his mouth and ran down his throat.

"Thank you," he told Steve when the cup was empty and he felt more like a human being again. A badly mangled human being, but he took what he could get. "What happened? Is everyone..."

"Vecna is dead. Everyone made it out alive." Eddie let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "That's all you need to know for now. I'll tell you the rest tomorrow, okay? You should get some more rest. You... we almost lost you."

Steve looked shattered as he said this and Eddie finally noticed the dark bags under his eyes. Steve's hair worried him even more. It looked greasy and unkempt, worse than it had even looked in the Upside Down.

Eddie was afraid to ask, but he had to know. "How long..."

"Twenty days. They couldn't tell us when you'd wake up. If you'd wake up." His voice broke at the words, and Eddie tried to lift his hand to soothe and comfort, but it weighed a million pounds.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long, Stevie," he said instead, hoping to ease Steve's pain with his words instead. But all it did was make Steve collapse, the bed the only thing breaking his fall. He was the one who reached for Eddie's hand then and held on to it like a lifeline.

"I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm the one who kept you waiting for years. I never went back to that playground. My babysitter didn't want to take me anymore because I ran away, and she almost lost her job. And then it had been years before I was old enough to go by myself and I couldn't... the thought of going there and you not being there was too much. And why should you be? Nobody would wait that long."

The "not for me" rang out between them and Eddie gathered all his strength to pull Steve's hand to his mouth. As he planted a kiss on the soft skin of the back of his hand, Eddie said in a low voice, "I did ... I waited all this time for you. This playground became my hound, once a day I would stop by, just in case. I always hoped you would come back."

Now it was Steve's turn to take Eddie's hand in his and place it gently on his cheek, planting a soft kiss on Eddie's palm.

Caressing Steve's lips with his thumb, Eddie smiled at the sweet boy he had waited a lifetime for. His hero.

"We did it, Stevie. We slayed the dragon!"

Steve's pearly laugh echoed through the room, silenced only by Eddie's lips as he leaned down to capture them in a fairy-tale kiss.

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[kvrokasaa]

Pretending to be their s/o

Includes -- Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi

Testuro Kuroo

It's the usual day at the grocery store, picking up food for you and your pets. You grab one little outfit for your cat and smile, she would look good in this. While you're walking around, you hear someone talking. You're not usually a nosy person, but you overheard some conversation. "Look, I'm sorry ma'am, but you're really not my type." You can hear a girl whining and trying to flirt.

You peek your head around the aisle and see a man trying to turn down a girl. He looks about your age. You take pity on the guy and walk over to him. "Babe! Don't you think Cosmo would look good with this!" You raise the frog hat and smile, looking up at the guy, hoping he gets the hint and plays along. It would be embarrassing if he just asks who you are. But he smiles at you, sending you a quiet thank you.

"You already have enough of those hats for her, take pity on the cat." You pout and look over at the girl. "Oh? Who's this, a friend?" You smile at her as she scowls at you. "You know this girl, Testu?" The girl puts on an obnoxious whiny tone. You're tempted to cover your ears. But now you know what to call him. "Yes, I'm his girlfriend." You smile at her again. Then you look up at him and pout again. "But you and Cosmo looked so cute with the matching bunny ears last month. I still have pictures that I can send to your sister." Kuroo blushes and looks towards you, "I thought you deleted those." He sighs and grabs one of the things he came into the aisle for, "fine, you can get the frog hat." You smile and you both leave the aisle, leaving the girl confused and a little mad.

You check out and leave the store, Kuroo offers you a bow and smiles at you, "thank you for helping, I didn't know what I should've done." You smile at him as he takes your bags out of your hand, "how about I walk you home? As a thank you."

Iwaizumi Hajime

"Wow! Your arms are so big!" The girl puts her hand on Iwaizumi's arm, not reading the signals that he's uncomfortable. Iwa smiles a little and thanks her, trying to lean away from her. "Sorry I'm late!" You run into the gym and see Iwa with a girl. It leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

You've liked Iwa since high school, but you didn't know how to confess to him. But you can see the uncomfortable look on his face, so you take the initiative. You walk up the Iwa and grab his hand, "who's this, baby?" You look over at the girl with a slight glare. Iwaizumi looks down at you and sighs, "I don't know." He looks over to the girl and scowls a little. "Just some girl that won't leave me alone."

Iwa never cared about being nice to someone if they bother him. He'd rather outright tell them, but this girl kept cutting him off, not giving him a chance to tell her to leave. But finally, you came. "Let's just go."

You both walk away, telling another staff to take her out of the gym, she doesn't work her so she can't be here. Iwa pulls you away from the scene and smiles down at you, "thanks for helping." He could feel his heart beating, hoping you can't hear it. He's liked you since high school, maybe this is his chance to confess. "You know, you're cute when you're jealous."

Kotaro Bokuto

Bokuto is a very cheerful person, but he can get very mad, sad, or just change his emotions very quickly. People usually label him as someone who is stupid, someone who can't read social cues. But that's far from the truth, he just doesn't know how to tell someone no.

And unfortunately, that's what got him into this situation. He couldn't say no to Kuroo bringing him out to this restaurant. And here he is, getting hit on by some bartender. He just came for a drink, but the minute he sat down, this lady wouldn't stop bothering him. Gushing about how she saw him on TV, how he won nationals and how big of a fan she is. He understands that he has fans, but this is too much.

"You don't understand. I'm like your biggest fan!" He smiles, trying to find an opening to leave, but she wouldn't stop talking. "Thanks, um, can I get my drink now?" She pouts and brings her hand up, placing it on his bicep. "How about coming back to my place? My shift ends in 10 minutes~"

"My love, who's this?" You saw Bokuto from the other side of the bar and took pity on him. Of course, you knew him, your brother gushes about him every time he turns on the TV. Bokuto looks over at you, quickly understanding the situation and smiled. "Just some bartender." You smile at the girl, "two shots of tequila, please." The girl glares but gets to work.

"Thank you! I didn't know what to do." Bokuto rubs the back of his neck, smiling at you. You nod, accepting his thank you. Bokuto grabs the shots and leads over to his table, getting ready to be teased by his friends.

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[thinkingaboutjaedyn]

fresh out of the salon [k.martin x reader]

prompt: kate gets her hair done after the season ends and you're in love with it

author notes: let me firstly disclaim that i don't know shit about hair outside of black ppl hair 💔 and i hardly know that. secondly, i don't know if kate is a natural blonde with dark roots or a brunette who dyes her hair blonde but im pretty sure she's a natural blonde so.. if she isn't just ignore all the times i call her that. thirdly im still getting kate's personality 🙇🏽‍♀️ so this might not be super accurate to her but whatever. anyways enough yapping, enjoy it.

word of the fic: hair

it was only a few days after iowa's defeat against south carolina. kate was quick to call you when she reached her hotel room; feeling drained from the intense atmosphere during the game and also heartbroken she left her basketball college career off with a loss. you unfortunately couldn't make it due to having to focus on softball season. if iowa had played a home game for the final, you could had comforted your girlfriend afterwards but sadly she was still in ohio; having to do a few promotional shoots for a brand.

having to stay away from you longer than nesscary annoyed the blonde, but money is money so she sucked it up. you two relied on facetime and constant talking to stay connected. your teammates teased you all the time about how you been glued to your phone everytime there was a break at practice, but could they blame you? it's kate we're talking about here.

it's around ten pm when the blonde finally facetimes you. her face being close to the camera once the call connected.

"why am i seeing more of your nose than you, kate?" you giggle. getting comfortable on your bed before putting your attention fully on her. kate makes an obvious pout that you can see very closely with her face almost squished against her phone.

"i want a kiss," the iowa basketball player pulls her face away, not too far, to give you a full look of her lips. you roll your eyes, but internally the cuteness levels going on right now from her were huge. you indulge her before counting down so she was ready to kiss the phone screen the moment you were.

she lays back onto the hotel bed pillows afterwards. a satisfied look on her face; kate was truly the only one who can make you do something as embarrassing as kissing a phone screen. you take in her full appearance now. the blonde had obviously slip on some pajamas after coming to her hotel room from the shoot. a matching hello kitty matching pajama set that you recognized as yours is on her body.

"who said you could take my clothes?" you make a fake angry expression that just makes kate shake her head in amusement. "i did and i'm your girlfriend, so deal with it," kate says.

you roll your eyes before noticing a slight difference with kate. her hair looks slightly different than how it was when she left iowa. the darkish blonde of the player now has nicely done highlights on them. when did kate get her hair done? and why didn't she tell you?

the silence from your side of the line makes kate pout, "talk to me, baby. i missed your voice all day."

a flutter goes through your chest at her words; kate always knew what to say to have you swooning. "you got your hair done!" you say. she giggles, looking away from the screen in shyness. the player wasn't used to someone noticing things about her appearance. it was a new feeling of appreciation that makes kate crave to be near you even more.

"yeah. since i was doing those photoshoots, i thought it would be best to give my hair some new life," kate leaves out the part about how the loss to south carolina made her cry and immediately want to go to the salon to feel new again the moment she left the stadium (in the end only getting her hair done earlier today), but that's a topic for later. two things could be true at once though.

"but no selfies?" it was now your turn to pout. feeling slightly sad that your girlfriend didn't send a selfie your way after the first step she took out of the salon. kate wants to kiss away your pout so badly, but can't; curse nil deals.

"i was going to, baby. don't pout at me, it just makes me miss you even more. i had a photoshoot right after the salon and couldn't really text," kate explains. the pout on your lips disappears with you back to missing her.

"it looks so good on you, babes. makes me wanna kiss you"

"then gimme a kiss. the screen doesn't matter to me," kate puckers her lips up. leaning back close to the screen as you do the same.

you two stay up until twelve. during the rest of the call you keep taking facetime photos of kate because for one, she was just so adorable and for two, her new hair was doing things for you. the highlights really brought out her eyes. you were definitely going to kiss her all over her face when she landed back in iowa.

you tell kate to go off to sleep when the clock strikes one, so she can be well rested for her flight back home tomorrow. she pouts until you agree to fall asleep on the phone; who would say no to that face?

© thinkingaboutjaedyn

#kate martin x reader #kate martin #wbb x reader

[mrsbarnesblog]

i can't let you get hurt

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: You have just moved to New York, where your adopted brother Steve has been living for 5 years. Desperate to make new friends, you give the dating app another go. You didn’t even think that you would have to ask for help from the person who has not left your thoughts for the past month - your brother’s best friend.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: fluff, reader is Steve's adopted sister, mechanic Bucky, creepy behaviour, protective Bucky.

Author's note: Does anyone know if community labels are reducing the number of likes and reblogs? because my last post received a suspiciously small amount of notes🤔 but I'm afraid to remove them because Tumblr might decide to block me again

Moving to New York was the idea that has been sitting in your head for a long period of time. Since your adopted brother Steve finished high school, he moved there without any money, without friends, and only with a lot of desires and dreams. You stayed in your small town with your and Steve’s adopted parents because you were only fifteen at the time. It’s been almost five years, and right now he owns an auto repair shop, and as far as you know, it’s a pretty successful place.

You knew that you had nothing to lose; you had no opportunities in your city, no close friends, and it was a really boring and gray life.

Steve only visited you two times, but you regularly spoke on the phone. So when your plane finally landed and you met him, you were kind of a crying mess. He was still your closest person, and you loved him with your whole heart. Steve was now much bigger, with broad shoulders and arms that were probably the same size as your head, but he still had that golden retriever energy, which you really loved.

Steve helped you find your apartment building, where you rented a small and cozy flat from a nice old lady. It wasn’t too much—just a bedroom and living room connected with a tiny kitchen and bathroom. Everything was clean, with light furniture and a lot of plants. It was actually surprising that this place had an affordable rent, and you were happy that luck was on your side.

On the next day, your brother finally showed you his famous place, which he owned with his now best friend Bucky Barnes. And talking about him, he was something else. A tall, big man with fluffy chocolate hair, stubble, and the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen. You knew that you were fucked as soon as he looked you directly in the eyes, shook your hand, and gave you a charming smile.

You met almost everyone in the garage. All the guys were super nice and friendly, they even showed you all of their cars that they were working with. You were happy that Steve found such a family here, they were all obviously so close to each other. 

Yet, after a month here, you had almost no friends. You found a job in the coffee shop down the street, where you met an amazing redhead girl named Wanda. You chatted a lot during the work, but you two were still far from friends.

That's how you ended up here. On a date with John.

For some reason, you decided to give that stupid dating app another try. John found you there, and he seemed nice, so when on the second day he decided to invite you to a bar, you agreed without hesitation.

How long has it been since the last time someone asked you out? Year?  Yes, it was a little sad to realize that no one was particularly interested in you. Before moving to New York, all the guys you talked to seemed to only want one thing, so you had high hopes for John.

Your evening went well at first. You ordered a drink and chatted. He really seemed nice. After the second drink, you decided to stop for a bit because the alcohol started to make you feel dizzy, even though John was persuading you to taste more of the cocktails that he had brought you .

"You know, I think I better slow down with drinks; I really don’t want to be drunk and embarrass myself on the first date." You pushed your glass back a little, smiling politely.

"Oh, c'mon, baby, don’t upset me." John chuckled and put his hand on yours. You awkwardly smiled, not ready for such physical contact. "You’re here alone, right?" He tilted his head, and you didn't miss how his eyes stopped at your boobs.

"Um, not exactly... I mean, I know like five people in this city, and one of them is my brother. But we don’t live together; he has his own life." John nodded his head and leaned a little closer to you.

"So it means that we can have some fun, right, baby?"

"Fun?" 

"Mhm." One of his hands stayed on top of yours, and the other one suddenly fell on your leg. Your body tensed at the feeling of his fingers as they started to rub the bare skin of your inner thigh. You definitely didn’t expect it to happen. "I’ll take an Uber; we’ll go to my place, and we can continue our night. What do you think?"

"I didn’t want to—I mean, that’s not what I was looking for—I thought that we were going to just talk and drink, you know…" You tried to take his hand off of you, but his grip only became harder.

"Don’t try to run away now, baby." He grinned. "You dressed up for me, huh? Your tight little dress that shows your boobs says it all. You just want me." You felt goosebumps all over your body because of his look. It was intense and not as innocent as it was before. You felt disgusted because of his words. You wanted to look good, yes, but seducing him wasn’t part of your plan.

So what are you going to do now? You felt unsafe, and you didn’t know how you could escape this situation. He was obviously a creep, and he just wanted to have sex with you. You can’t go home because either he won't let you go or he might find out where you live.

 "O-okay- um- just let me- I’ll go to the restroom real quick, and we can go, okay?" You nervously smiled and stood up, almost spilling your cocktail.

"Someone’s excited, huh?" He laughed, looking at your body up and down.

You left without an answer. You really went to the restroom because the bar was half empty, and John would’ve definitely seen you going out. Luckily, the restroom was empty. You locked the door and looked at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do.

You reached into your purse to get your phone. The first person that came to mind was Steve. Only long beeps were heard, and after the third call, you gave up.

"Fuck, Steve, I really need you right now." You scrolled through your contacts again. It wasn’t a lie that you knew five people from New York. Steve was not answering his phone. Your neighbor Natasha and Wanda from work, were not your close friends, so it would’ve been weird to call them because of this. There was a number of an old lady who rented you an apartment, and she was obviously not an option. And there was another person.

Bucky.

Calling him in this situation was the last thing you wanted to do. Hell, he probably won’t even answer you because he thinks that you’re just his best friend’s little sister, and he’ll definitely make fun of you about this stupid date. But you had no other variants.

"Hello?" He picked up his phone almost immediately, and you even forgot what you wanted to say. "Y/N? Are you okay?" His deep voice was full of worry, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

"H-hey, Bucky. Um… I’m really, really sorry that I’m calling you, but Steve is not picking up his phone. Do you know where he is?" You walked around the small room, trying to calm down.

"Yeah, he’s meeting with some girl he's been talking about for days. He’s probably really busy right now." He chuckled, and you felt like you were about to cry. Bucky must’ve heard your breathing change because he immediately went silent. "Doll? What happened?"

"My God, it’s so stupid…" You squeezed your eyes, not wanting to cry.

"Tell me." 

"I’m at the bar. I’m on a date with a guy named John, and he became very persistent. He wants me to go to his place, but It’s- I’m not interested in this. And I can't just leave because I’m afraid that he can follow me and find out where I live… fuck I really don’t know what to do, and I wanted to ask Steve to pick me up." Your phone stayed silent for a few moments, and you already thought that he got tired of your mess and just ended the call. "Bucky?"

"Where are you? What bar? Are you in the restroom?" His voice was low, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with all of this.

"It’s that new place a few blocks away from my crib. With big neon red signs at the top. And I’m in the restroom right now."

"I’ll be there in five. Stay there and don’t open the door until you know it’s me." He said that and ended the call, leaving you nervous and excited at the same time.

The loud knock on the door almost made you jump. Fastly, but quietly, you reached there and tried to listen for any signs of who it could be.

"I hear you. Open the door; it’s me." The familiar voice came from behind the door.

You opened the door and met Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes. He seemed a little bit out of breath, as if he had run here. You quickly scanned his body, and the fact that he was wearing your favorite leather jacket made you weak in the knees. His dark brown locks that curled at the ends almost asked you to touch them. It was not your fault that this idiot always looked ridiculously hot every single time. 

"C’mon, let’s get you home, doll." He grabbed your hand, leading you out of the bathroom to the bar, where you immediately saw a clearly annoyed John. You saw that Bucky looked at him too, but he stopped only when you were already on the street and when your bad date ran after you, loudly calling your name. 

"Hey! Where the fuck are you going? We were supposed to go to my place! You already found someone else to fuck or what?" He yelled, grabbing your other hand at the same time. You felt Bucky quickly move you behind him while still holding your wrist. 

"Don’t fucking touch her. She’s leaving, and if I ever see you near her again, I'll rip your useless hands off. Understood?" Bucky growled, straightening his body. He was obviously bigger than John, who was now less brave. John looked at you for a few seconds as he was thinking about what he should say to you, but then just turned around and left. Apparently, you weren't worth it.

You didn’t know whether it was the cool night air or this whole tense situation that made you tremble. You felt Bucky’s warm body get closer to you, and his large, calloused hand rested on your shoulder. It made you feel a little bit fuzzy because you were trying so hard to hide your little (big) crush on your brother’s best friend. Yeah, it was the biggest cliche, but you couldn’t even blame yourself. He was extremely beautiful, with those blue eyes, rosy lips, and a body that you knew was built like God's. Not to mention that Bucky was sweet and a true gentleman.

"You’re shaking, doll. Wait a second." He started to take off his jacket, and you tried to stop him.

"Bucky, no, what are you doing? You don’t have to; it’s not even that cold!" He just playfully rolled his eyes and still threw a jacket over your shoulders, leaving himself only in the tight black shirt. God, this man.

A sudden wave of his cologne surrounded you. Bucky always smelled good. Something clean with a spicy and woody scent. The leather was still warm from his body, and you fought against the desire to bury your nose in it. You didn't even realize that you actually did it, so when you opened your eyes, you saw Bucky, who had this annoying grin on his face.

"So you like it, huh?" He chuckled. 

"Oh, shut up. I didn't want to do that."

"Of course, doll. But we should go, I have to take you home safely, right?" Bucky said, leading you to the parking lot. To a motorcycle.

"A motorcycle?" You asked Bucky as you stepped closer to him. "No, I—where’s your car? I’ve never ridden on one of those." He had already sat there and had two helmets in his hands.

"I left it in the garage and didn’t want to make you wait here for too long. But you don’t have to worry; I know what I'm doing, and I'll take care of you. I promise." You came closer to him and let him put a helmet on you. You really tried not to tremble as his hands gently fixed it under your chin. "Now sit behind me and put your legs here." He pointed at the weird looking thing.

You felt weird as soon as you sat in the passenger seat. Bucky was so close, and you could feel the warmth of his body even if it was cold outside. Where should I put my hands? Hug him? Put it behind me? You awkwardly placed it on your own legs, and Bucky must’ve immediately felt your tense body because you heard a chuckle, and the next moment he grabbed your hands and put it around his waist. "You should put it right here, doll. You don’t wanna fall, do you?"

You slightly shook your head before you placed it on his back. It was really hard to control yourself when your hands were laying on his hard press. For fuck’s sake, he should be perfect everywhere, huh?

"Hold on tight, Darlin'." You heard another deep chuckle, and he finally put his helmet on.

You don't know how long you were driving, but when Bucky finally pulled up outside your apartment building, you felt sad and happy at the same time. The ride was something else. This man almost gave you a heart attack when you stopped at a red light and he put his hand on your bare leg and asked if you were okay.

He’s just being nice, stop overthinking this.

You knew Bucky for only one month, but it was hard not to fall for him. He was an attractive, kind, and really generous man; you knew that he was like a part of Steve's family. Sometimes, when you visited your brother and accidentally met Bucky, for a few seconds you thought that maybe he finds you attractive. You always caught him looking at you.

But you knew this type of guy—always charming and flirting—who could have pretty much anyone. It was stupid of you to think that he saw you as something more than just Steve’s little sister.

"See, I told you that I was a good driver and that you'd get home safely." He hopped off the motorcycle and stood before you while you were trying to take the helmet off. "Let me unlock it."

"Thank you, Bucky." You said when you were finally free. "For this, for the jacket... You were probably very busy, and I just ruined your night by making you take care of me. Oh my god, I’m really sorry. I just wanted to forget about one person, and I thought that going on that stupid date would be a good idea, but it seems like the only thing that men want here is sex." You chuckled and watched to the ground.

"Now listen to me, doll." Bucky suddenly stepped closer to you, and you almost fainted when both of his hands took your face and forced you to look him right in the eyes. "You shouldn’t apologize for calling me. I was just hanging out with the guys from the garage, but as soon as you called me, I left everything because I can’t let you get hurt." He nervously licked his lips, and you hope that he didn’t notice how you stared at this movement. Bucky’s hands left your face and ended up on your upper arms. Did he come closer to me? "I don’t know who you were trying to forget about, but I hope that he or she is worth your time."

"We– we’re not really close. I’m probably not even his type." You shrugged. Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he buried his hands in the jeans pockets, as if he was angry and tried not to show you. As soon as he made a distance between you two, you body started trembling.

"Is it someone from the garage?" His head was a little bit tilted to the side, and you knew that right now he wouldn’t shut up about it until you gave him a name. "Maybe Sam? Or Thor? Many girls like him, you know. Do you like show-offs like Stark? Or…"

"You."

You both were silent.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What were you thinking?

"Say it again." Your throat felt dry, and you just stared at him, not knowing what to do. 

"I– Just forget about it, Bucky. It’s stupid–"

You weren't able to finish because a soft pair of lips interrupted you. One of Bucky’s hands cupped your face, lifting you up to his level, and another one laid on your waist. He was soft, warm, and gentle when his lips moved on top of yours. Your head was in the clouds, and it felt like your knees became weaker. You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, completely melting into him. He wanted to stay like this forever. Your skin and your lips were so soft, he could smell your perfume and taste your sweet lip gloss. But he knew that he should stop and do it the right way. After a few seconds, he finally pulled away, but he put his forehead on yours, and it was so cozy, like you two were in a bubble.

"I’m sorry. Was this too much? I overstepped?" He licked his lips as if he were trying to get more of your taste. "I have been thinking about asking you out since the day I saw you. I wanted to do it right. To take you on a date, to be the gentleman that you deserve, and maybe get a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night. Sorry. I didn’t even know that you liked me." Bucky wrapped his hands around your waist, and you nuzzled into his neck, enjoying his scent.

"And I didn’t know that you liked me either. I thought that you felt obligated to take care of me because I'm your best friend’s sister."

"No, I promise you." He kissed the top of your head. "But Steve’s gonna kill me, by the way. He told all of us that you’re not an option and that we can’t touch you."

"Well, I love him, but he can’t decide for me."

"So… Does this mean that you’ll say ‘yes’ if I ask you to go on a date with me? On Sunday, maybe?" You lifted your head to look at him properly, and God, he was so cute when he was nervous.

"Of course, Buck, I wanna go out with you." You smiled at him, and he lowered himself again to give you another sweet kiss on the lips.

"Fuck, you should go home, doll. You’re too sweet for your own good. Wanna keep you all for myself." He mumbled against your lips. "Go."

"Goodnight, Bucky. Please text me when you get home, ‘kay?"

"I will. Goodnight, Doll." You left a soft kiss on his stubbled cheek before finally turning around to go home.

Only at home did you realize that you were still wearing his jacket. At least it was a good excuse for Bucky to see you again sooner. That night, you both ended up texting for hours until you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

Maybe a date with John wasn’t that bad of an idea.

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[steviebears]

First Time

SUMMARY: You and Eddie still haven't had sex, and it's starting to weigh on you. So you finally tell him you want to go all the way.

GENRE: smut (mdni!!!)

WARNINGS: f!reader, established relationship, playfulness, pussy eating, fingering, protected sex, vanilla

a/n: This is my first fic on this blog! Eddie is so hot god help me, I blushed madly while writing this. Enjoy~

Eddie had thought about this a lot. Every time you bent over his eyes were glued to your ass. Whenever you leaned over the D&D table his gaze went straight down your shirt. he tried not to be obvious about the effect you had on him, but the stars in his eyes told a different story. He would cough awkwardly and look away each time you caught him (which was more often than he'd like to admit) and a knowing smile would creep up to your face.

Even when you two were cuddling innocently, all he could think of at times was how soft and warm your skin was. He daydreamed about how soft your boobs probably were. He'd only ever touched them once, on accident, sort of. He was teasing you about your girly blouse and without thinking had just grabbed a handful of you. He played it off well actually, opting for teasing you for getting so flustered over it. You didn't miss the shade of red his cheeks were though.

Eddie knew you had bad past experiences with sex. He was very understanding of that fact and never advanced on you to do anything, but that was starting to bother you. It made you sad how he would have to leave to the bathroom after each one of your heated makeouts to take care of himself, no matter how understanding he was.

What bothered you more was the wetness in your panties from imagining him jerking off there. If you were lucky, you could hear a groan from the other side of that stupid door.

His pillowy lips were moving swiftly against yours as you try to keep up. The kiss was getting progressively more sloppy with each swipe of his tongue on yours. taking initiative, you opt to change position and shift into his lap. He smiles into the kiss when you push on the back of his head to get him closer to you.

The longer this kiss went on, the harder he got. It didn't take much to get him riled up. Especially not when you're wearing his shirt and looking as pretty as ever on top of him like this. he breaks away to take another look.

Your lips were reddening and slightly swollen from all the friction and your chest heaved up and down with each deep breath you took. He licks his lips at the sight of your nipples through his shirt.

"Well as much as I'm enjoying this, princess, I should probably excuse myself." No, no. Not again. Not when you're so hot and bothered from feeling his hard length underneath your thigh. He starts to lift you off of him with ease, but you stop him.

"Eddie." He looks up at you, his grip on your waist loosening. you gulp.

"Eddie, I don't want you to leave. Please don't." You found it difficult to get out what you really wanted to say; 'fuck me!'. He tilts his head, his smile softening. You sigh and look away for a second before returning your gaze to him. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to go on. He can tell you're holding something back.

"What is it, doll?" A part of you thinks he already knows based on the cadence in his voice but you can't take this anymore. so you squeeze your eyes shut and blurt it out.

"Please fuck me!" Your face turns crimson as you realize what you'd just said and your eyes shoot open to gage his reaction. He has the widest tight lipped smile you'd ever seen before he starts giggling. you slump over and hit his shoulder, whining at him for laughing at you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He apologizes through his grin.

"If it's any consolation, I would love to. I was just surprised." he smiles sweetly at you trying to ease your embarrassment. he still lifts you off of him but lays you down and hovers over you.

"And since you asked so nicely..." He smirks before leaning down to kiss you again, softer this time. He couldn't really keep himself from breaking the kiss every so often when he was smiling so hard. His hands stroked your sides, his touch lingering around your waist where the hem of your jeans laid. His fingers crawled their way to the button and undid it, but not without asking you for reassurance. He finally pried your jeans from you, tossing them aside his bed before laying his eyes on you innocent and cute white panties adorned with a wet patch in the center. You were too perfect.

"My, my Y/n. If I had known you were this worked up about it I would have done this a lot sooner." He snickers to himself, driving you nuts. Could he just touch you already?

You whine and stick up your hips, physically begging him to rid you of your underwear. He chuckles and his deep brown eyes meet yours. He gives you a genuine and excited smile that you return without hesitation. He really was so appreciative of you trusting him like this. He hooks his finger on your underwear and pulls them down while kissing gently down your neck.

his two fingers softly touch your cunt, slowly lapping up your wetness before he settles himself between your thighs. The sight of him there looking up at you was enough to coax a moan from your throat.

Eddie trails kisses from your inner thigh to you clit, you flinching when his lips press down on it. He licks a fat stripe up you and leans back for a second, locking eyes with you.

"You taste like a fucking candy." He says in a low voice. You were sure you didn't but you took the compliment with a blush. He leaves a few kitten licks to your clit and then dips his tongue inside you. The action drew a moan from you and he groaned at the feeling of you clenching around his tongue. The vibrations had your heart beating even faster.

He latched his lips around your clit, gently sucking as his teeth grazed you ever so softly. This goes on for a little while, and the familiar feeling of a knot tightening in your stomach began.

He leans away for a bit of air and he catches the way you are repeatedly clenching around nothing. He sticks his middle finger in his mouth, pulling off the ring and spitting it to the side. The sight was erotic.

He dives back in, sucking on your clit while licking when he slowly pushes his wet finger into your hole, the stretch feeling indescribably good to you. He experimentally curls his finger and you nearly scream when he hits that spot, hands diving to his hair. You can feel his simper and he continues his ministrations. He looks up to see the labored rise and fall of your tummy.

"Shit, shit." You pant as the knot tightens more and more, threatening to snap. Eddie adds his ring finger and that is enough to push you over the edge, your legs snapping around his head while a loud moan escapes you. Your entire body trembles, and he doesn't mind the pressure to the sides of his head. He could die happy between your thighs.

Once you'd ridden out your high and your legs relaxed, he kissed your heat one last time before pulling his fingers out. You whine, hating the empty feeling. At least you knew it wouldn't last long.

Your eyes widen at the sight of Eddie's cute face covered in your wetness, a pleased smile on his face. He reaches your face and kisses you, the faint taste of yourself present in his mouth.

"That was... the hottest thing ever." He mumbles as you gently wipe his face. In response, you grind up to his bulge, the denim providing a deliciously rough texture to your sensitive core. He groans into your ear and the sound makes your whole body feel hot.

"Are you sure, sweetheart? We can stop, no questions asked." He asks for your consent again and worries you may feel uncomfortable.

"Of course I'm sure. I love you." He lights up like a christmas tree and nods.

"I love you too. More than anything." he mumbles the last of his sentence into your neck as he begins to grind down his hips against yours. You get impatient and reach for his belt buckle, your giddy hands fumbling with it until you can get to unbutton his jeans and pull both them and his underwear off. He was bigger than you thought, and your breath turns nervous. Eddie can hear it. So, he caresses your face and you can see the strong emotion in his deep eyes.

"I'm serious. No questions asked." He repeats.

"And I'm serious. I want you." You reassure and kiss him for the thousandth time that night.

"I just didn't expect you to be so big, you rascal. You were hiding that from me for this long?" He laughs and shrugs his shoulders with a flustered look on his face.

"It's all yours now princess." you giggle and pull him in while you reach down and stroke him a few times before giving him the sign you were ready. He couldn't believe your cute hands were doing something so dirty. He reaches to the pillow next to yours and pulls a condom from underneath it, earning a sly smirk from you and a coy look from him.

He moans quietly when he pushes into you and presses a kiss to your forehead when he sees your face scrunch up. The stretch was much better than his fingers. He stills and lets you adjust for a moment before you beg him to move, to which he teased you for being so desperate.

His thrusts are slow and deep, passionate. You can feel his love pouring into you with each snap of his hips.

"Fuck, you feel so good. So tight." He says in such a seductive tone that it makes you moan out loud. He loves when you do that. When you lose control, show yourself unfiltered. He thought it was the sexiest thing you could do. And lucky for him, you'd keep doing it.

The closer you got to cumming again the more you lost your composure. You'd started meeting his thrusts, making him go even deeper and hit the spots you could never get on your own.

Your whimpers were his new favorite song, and that's saying something. Beating Black Sabbath? You were really something to him.

And then you started pulling on his hair, and he knew he wasn't going to last long. He was clenching his jaw, trying to keep his noises in, but it only worked for so long. Soon he was moaning and groaning into your ear. It only turned you on more (if that was even possible) and you wrapped your legs around him.

His eyes were darting from your bouncing tits under his hellfire shirt and you face that was contorting in pleasure.

You felt the knot start to snap again and you told eddie between your breaths. You came again, your body spasming and tightening around him. The clench of your walls was enough to bring him there too, and his abs tensed and the grip he had on the pillow behind you tightened when he released with a deep groan. He stayed still for a moment, the only sound being the remanence of your moans, now soft whimpers, and the heavy breathing of Eddie.

"Fuck. I have never cum so hard in my life." He confesses with a chuckle, pulling out of you gently and rolling to your side.

"You okay?" He turns to you and asks. You smile.

"Never better, handsome." He loved when you called him that. He kissed your shoulder.

Eventually Eddie got up and cleaned you both up before insisting you drink a glass of water. You both fell asleep fast after that. His head in your chest, hugging you, you playing with his hair.

#eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things season 4 #st4 #stranger things season four #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanart #eddie munson edit #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson oneshot

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

jolene part 3

you guys the love for this series (which wasn't even meant to be a series!) is insane!!! tysm to everyone who has read it! tags for people who wanted a part 3: @girllety @simping4-2manyppl @penny-exe @hisparentsgallerryy @superxovas

"it's done. it's over." your voice interrupted remus from his book, after hearing your voice he looked up to see you. you looked.. dishevelled? and quite out of breath. that was probably because you had sprinted to the library as fast as you could, as you knew remus would be there.

ever since the night of the party, you had felt closer to remus. like he understood how you felt, more than james could for sure.

"you what?" remus responded. he was hoping you meant that you and james were done, but he scanned your face, and there were no signs of sadness, so surely you couldn't have meant that?

"me and james?" you said, looking at him like he was an idiot.

"WHAT?!" remus shouted, a bit too loudly, resulting in madame pince sending a dirty look your way. you were.. done? is it bad that his day had suddenly got better?

"yeah." you sigh, and take the seat beside him. you itched your chair close to him, probably so you didn't get kicked out of the library for speaking too loud. the closeness of the two of you, however, made remus' breath hitch.

"merlin.. are you.. are you okay?" he asked you, more quietly.

"i mean.. i suppose. i'm sad because i loved him but i was the one to break up with him.."

"you broke up with him?" remus interrupted, eyes widened.

"why is that such a surprise to you?" you teased.

"it's not it's not, sorry, carry on." he said frantically, a bit flustered.

"i told him.. that it was obvious that his heart wasn't with me.. and i didn't want to be in a relationship with someone like that." you recount.

"what did he say?" remus asked, he knew that he would probably get whatever james' perspective was later that night.

"he denied it, the tosser. we all know it's true. i even told him i wouldn't be mad about it!" you shake your head.

"i would be mad about it." remus said.

"yeah i would've been, but i wasn't going to tell him that." you chuckle.

"fair enough." he smiles at your laughter.

"then i.. i think i did something stupid.. i told him it'd be okay if he liked lily." you mutter.

"y/n, why on earth did you do that?" remus looked at you, exasperated.

"because!" you put your hands up, defensively. "i just.. i don't know, i'd feel better about it if we both moved on."

both moved on. both moved on. both. what did you mean by that? were you ready to move on? no surely, you couldn't be. if james moved on, would you? no no. wait. lily was one of your close friends, by giving james permission to like her, then maybe.. james would let him date you? a million thoughts ran through his head at once.

"well.." remus finally speaks, clearing his throat. "you're too nice for your own good."

for some reason, you felt your cheeks heat up. what was wrong with you? you broke up with your boyfriend a mere fifteen minutes ago, and now you were blushing at his best friend's compliments.

"thanks remus." you smile cheekily at him.

"it's alright, are you staying?" he asks you, almost hopeful.

"sorry remus, i can't, got a detention for "harassing malfoy"." you pull a face.

"i'll see you around though, thanks for always listening." you place a hand on his arm.

"it's uh n-no problem." he smiles, nervously.

"see you later!" remus watches you turn and leave, a small smile on his face.

~

it had been a couple of months since you had broken up with james, and you were at peace with it. although awkward at first, the two of you hesitantly became friends again.

at this moment in time however, your awkward friendship with james was the least of your worries. your favourite author had released a new book, and you were dying to buy it at hogsmeade.

the issue was.. literally no one could go with you.

"sorry y/n, i can't, quidditch training."

"sorry y/n, i'm studying."

"sorry y/n, i promised dorcas i would help her revise for the potions exam!"

the excuses were all too convenient. that left you with only on option left. not that you were complaining though, you had grown quite fond of the increase in time you were spending with remus. so much so, lily had accused you of fancying him again! something you had denied, with flustered cheeks. it did make you think though.

"remus?" you approached him in the common room, he was with sirius. james and peter were in a detention.. or something.

"y/n" he smiled at your presence.

"would you uhh.. want to go to hogsmeade with me?" you asked.

"oooooo" sirius teased, nudging remus.

"no- no not like that, i need to buy a new book.. and i don't want to go alone i just thought-"

"yeah, i'll go." he smiles at you.

"great, meet me here at 1pm tomorrow." you scurry off, feeling your cheeks burning.

oh my godric. you had a sneaky suspicion you were beginning to have a crush on remus.

"ugh lily!!" you faceplanted your bed, your head in your pillow, that night.

"i think you were right."

"of course, what about?" she smiles, teasingly.

"remus." you said, your voice muffled.

"what was that?" she asked.

"don't make me repeat it." you groan.

"no you can say it again!" she smiles.

"remus. i think i like him." you sigh.

"you're acting like that's a bad thing! remus is great." lily sits on your bed, where you were having your crisis.

"it's not.. he's james' best friend!" you groan.

"oh y/n.. that doesn't matter. james won't mind, your friends, aren't you? and you've been nice to him and gave him permission to date me. no idea why because it's never gonna happen! but still, he''ll understand." she reassures you.

"i don't know.." you trail off.

"y/n.. i think it's obvious remus likes you." lily pats your back.

"WHAT?!" your head shoots up.

"it's quite obvious isn't it.. whenever you're around he always has a massive smile on his face." she smiles at you.

you smile at her.

"I swear to godric if you're wrong-"

"I'm not. now tomorrow you need to get ready for your little hogsmeade date and-"

"it's not a date.. and.. how did you know about that??" you look at her, bewildered.

"i know everything." she winks at you, and you have a sneaky suspicion that tomorrow she was definitely not studying like she had said.

"fineeee you're the best though lily" you smile.

"you flatter me" she smiles back at you and you chuckle.

~

you admitted to yourself the next day you were nervous. you didn't even know why.. you were only buying a book. but still you had gone out the way to put extra effort into you hair, something that didn't go unnoticed by your dorm-mates.

"you look nice y/n, dressing to impress?" marlene teases you, as you made your way down to the common room.

"impress? who would i be impressing?" you playfully roll your eyes, and speed off, before anything else about the matter was said, to meet remus. he was sat, reading.

"remus?" you approached him; "you ready to go?"

"yes." he smiles at you, and gets up, following you out the castle.

"would you rather we walk or take the carriage?" he asks.

"walking would be nice." you respond.

he nods and you begin walking to hogsmeade, engaging in conversation.

eventually, you had arrived at hogsmeade. the bookshop was called "tomes and scrolls."

"would you like me to.. uh come in with you?" remus asks, blushing slightly.

"yes, thank you." you feel your face heat up.

he follows you into the shop, watching you pick up the book you so desperately wanted.

"i'll pay for it, if you want." he smiles at you.

"you don't have to." you splutter.

"but i want to y/n." his own confidence caught himself off guard.

"i insist you don't.. but maybe you could buy me a butterbeer instead?" you smile.

"like as in a date?" remus's breath hitched. you probably didn't mean it like that. why did he say that out loud? he wanted the ground to swallow him up.

"like a date." you nodded, your cheeks burning.

"that'd be.. that'd be good. not good. brilliant." remus stumbled over his words.

"y/n.. i.. like you. alot." he mutters.

"you do? really?" you look at him.

"of course." he says, avoiding eye contact.

"oh remus, i like you too." you respond, smiling.

remus was caught off guard. he had finally got what he had wanted, after all this time.

you.

and he was happy. very. and so were you, by the looks of your smiling face.

#x reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #fluff #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #friends to lovers #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders x y/n #marlene mckinnon #sirius black #dorcas meadowes #peter pettigrew #lily evans

[nocturnalrat]

can you do tired stressed miles (earth42! Or regular 1610! Miles)

Miles had a stressful time at work(fighting or sumn) and reader is just being a hugeee brat so he puts her in her place 🥹💕

Hi! Thanks for the prompt!

I chose Prowler!Miles for this, as I think he’d be more assertive & possessive than our ball of sunshine aka Earth-1610 Miles. :p Enjoy!

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Dating someone with a double life had certain advantages, without question. But the list of drawbacks was just as long.

Moments like these made you realize how frustrating and difficult dating him could be sometimes.

You had planned on meeting tonight. But while you were waiting outside the movie theater, the following messages appeared on your phone:

won't make it tnight

sry

will make it up 2 u

You stared at the three texts and were irritated to no end. It had been weeks since you had last spent time together, just the two of you, and now you were being stood up by him. Again.  

When you finally arrived home, you ordered some food, worked on an essay for one of your college classes, and kept looking at the clock hanging on the wall.

Hours passed. You finished the essay, prepared a presentation for your biochem class, and tried to keep yourself awake with the help of coffee and an energy drink.

It was half past two in the morning when the front door opened quietly. He probably thought you were asleep. Well, he was wrong.

"Do you know what the word priority means?" you asked, annoyance clearly evident in your voice.

He didn't flinch when he saw you, nor did he look particularly surprised. Of course he didn't. There wasn't much that could startle Miles Morales; he was far too composed, too stoic, too stern for that.

Wretched fatigue showed on his face; he had dark circles under his eyes. Others would have found his moody demeanor threatening, but you knew that he was not half as evil as he looked. 

His reply came quick. "And do you know what the word responsibility means?"

You knew that this particular part of his life, and the responsibilities that came with it, took up a lot of his time. But that didn't mean you were happy or okay with it.

 "You stood me up three times in a row," you said, arms crossed in front of your chest. You tried not to pout too much and sound like a petulant child. "You know, Morales, not many people would put up with the shit you pull sometimes."

He raised an eyebrow and snorted. "Yeah, but you’re still here. Do you know why?" He took a few steps toward you.

"Easy one,” you replied. “Because I’m too nice and too good for you.”

“Don’t be bratty.”

“It’s the truth, though.” You shrugged, seemingly unfazed. “You know how many options I have? You’re not the only good-looking guy in New York, Miles.”

You knew immediately that you had said something wrong. His gaze darkened and he clenched his jaw.

You felt a chill run down your spine.

"What I meant by that is -" you started, but he cut you off.

"Shut up. Do you know why you’re still with me, despite the circumstances?”  

He leaned his forehead against yours and took your face in his hands.

"I asked you a question." His grip tightened.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat and attempted to shake your head, but you couldn't move; his grip was too strong. "No," you said quietly.

"Because you’re mine," he replied, and his voice was velvety and soft. "Mine alone. You belong to no one else. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Good.” He smiled as he stroked your hair. "I never want to hear you say something like that again.”

"Then stop being so tired and stressed all the time," you muttered, unable to keep the hurt and sadness from your voice.

"You wanna know what would make me feel less stressed and tired?" A smug grin appeared on his face.

You rolled your eyes. "Pretty presumptuous, don't you think?"

"I'd rather call it determined and self-assured."

"The answer’s no. You don't deserve it."

"Really?" He kissed the corner of your mouth. "Didn't you say you missed me?"

"Just because I missed you doesn't mean I'm going to throw my self-respect overboard -" But the firmness of your sentence faltered as his large hands began to caress your body.

"Mine," he whispered against your lips. "And what's mine, obeys."

You loved it when he called you his own, when he put you in your place. A tingling, warm feeling blossomed inside you.

The following day you woke up next to a handwritten note and a box of your favorite chocolate.

8 p.m. tonight, Lincoln Square 13.

It's a promise.

#miles morales x reader #prowler miles x y/n #earth 42 miles x reader #prowler miles x reader #miles x y/n

[snowwybear]

𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔠𝔞𝔱 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 | 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦

Based off this post

Vinnie missed you like crazy, currently he was in Japan. He loved Japan and wanted to show you around one of his favourite cities, so he organised a trip with you and a couple of friends to go to Japan. Unfortunately, you had a family emergency and couldn't make the trip. Vinnie tried to not get sad at the fact you weren't coming, he understood it was out of your control but still he was upset that his girl wasn't with him.

He and his friends were out shopping, wondering into each shop not really paying any attention to which shop they were going into, when he spotted a familiar beige and pink packaging in one of the stores they were in. He recognised the brand, Calico Critters small little plush dolls. You had brought a house and displayed it on your bookshelf. The house only came with one animal for the house, and he was currently staring at a lot of cute fluffy animals in need of home. He picked up one he thought you would like and went to pay for it, he couldn't wait for your reaction.

"... and yeah that's pretty much it". Vinnie said as he finished explaining his trip to you. Currently the two of you were cuddled up in Vinnie's bed looking through the photos Vinnie took on his trip to Japan. As soon as Vinnie came home and saw you awake lying in his bed, cuddled up to Hera, he pretty much jumped on top of you attacking you with kisses. He hadn't even started the process of unpacking his things, he was just too excited to be home.

"It sounds like you had fun. I'm really sorry that I couldn't be there again". You said sincerely.

"Stop apologising it's fine". He reassured you. "Actually, I have something for you". He got up from his bed and made his way over to his suitcase.

"You didn't have to get me anything". Surprised, you sat up on the bed.

Vinnie unzipped his suitcase, rummaging around in it before finally finding the box under some clothes. He looked up at you with bright eyes. "Hold your hands and close your eyes".

You obeyed his command. Vinnie made his way over to the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed gently gripping the box. He goes moves the box into your hand before hesitating slightly. What if you didn't like it? Shaking off his nerves he quickly placed the box in your hands and telling you to open your eyes.

You gazed onto the pink and beige box. Inside the box was a family of seals dressing in little sailor outfits. Calico Critters? You didn't think he took any notice. The house you bought sat open on your bookshelf, it was a childish thing to buy but you wanted that sense of nostalgia.

"What the fuck? Why did you get this for me?" You asked a little too aggressively. It wasn't quite the reaction Vinnie was expecting but he had known you long enough to wait and gauge your reactions.

"I don't know, I just saw it and thought of you". He said

You stared at the box. You had played with these toys as a kid. You had bought the house to feel like a kid again, since recently you've been overwhelmed with how life has been treat you. You put the box down on the bed and leaped forward, wrapping your arms around Vinnie's neck. That wasn't the reaction Vinnie was expecting either.

"You're so nice to me, I hate you". You whispered.

"I love you too".

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x reader #snowwybear #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie imagines #vinnie smut #vinnie x reader #vinnie x y/n #vinnie hacker fluff #requested

[serverusslaype]

Special

just a random short angsty, sort of fluffy one-shot, Severus Snape x professor!reader

i just wrote this right now because im in an angsty sort of mood, and i wanted to post something. i miss you guys, and i am now currently writing part 14 to shameless!! woo!! that break did my brain well. i feel refreshed hehe. <3 thank you for giving me some tips on how to get rid of that godforsaken writer's block, good lord. i hated it. but i'm free now, until next time ;)

this is a drabble/one-shot so it's sort of vague-ish, so yeah, if there's any mistakes or anything i'm sorry. ;(

(i also didn't put the taglist since it isn't part of the shameless fic! just in case you wondered!)

warnings: mentions of cheating

"If it makes you stop crying," Snape began hesitantly as he stared at your tear-stained face, frowning with a scrunched nose of what seemed like disgust. "We can go back to my office, and I'll make you some tea." He said, shoulders rising and falling slowly as he sighed. Watching you be so sad and cry wasn't something Snape was fond of, and it was effecting him - more than he wanted to admit. He just hoped you'd accept his request of making you some tea, then perhaps he could figure out what was making you so upset, and punish the culprits. Snape had always had a little soft-spot for you ever since you'd joined Hogwarts as a professor a year or so ago. Usually he didn't feel such a way towards younger, new professors, however, your kind and sweet aura had him unexpectedly mesmerised the moment you'd introduced yourself to him. The Potions Master wasn't exactly sure why he felt this way towards you so soon, but he knew it couldn't be good - the last time he felt something like this was back when he was a child.

You looked up, still sobbing quietly, managing to slip a confused frown upon your face. "Tea?" You repeated quietly with a sniffle, pausing for a moment to ponder on Snape's offer. "...Tea would be nice."

You hadn't expected to bump into your usually gloomy, rude colleague whilst having what you thought was going to be a private breakdown after learning that your partner had cheated on you with your best friend. Almost two years down the drain, just like that. Snape had accidentally walked in on you hunched over your desk, crying hopelessly. He was about to walk away when you'd heard a deep sigh, startling you. And here you were. Being offered tea by him.

"Let's go then." Snape said with a flat tone, looking away from your sad eyes, unable to withstand the pain that was gathering in his chest.

You were at least two or three cups of tea down when you'd finally explained everything to Snape. From the start of your relationship to the unexpected demise. It dug up old, painful memories, and you were crying again.

"What's wrong with me?" You sobbed, taking another sip of the tea that Snape had made you; hot tears soaking your cheeks and dripping into the cup. Another deep, frustrated sigh slipped from Snape again as he watched you from his desk with a sad frown upon his pale features. "I don't get it," you sniffled, gripping the handle of the tea cup with white knuckles, "did I do something wrong?"

No, you couldn't do anything wrong, Snape wanted to say. He wanted to tell you how wrong you were, and how perfectly good you truly were. But he knew you wouldn't listen, and so he kept quiet, only muttering in disagreement.

"I doubt that, Y/N." Snape mumbled, though you didn't give him much time to say anything else before you stumbled into a self-deprecating rant.

"Maybe I wasn't worth it, I mean, it's not like I'm anything... special," you laughed dryly, avoiding Snape's cold eyes, "maybe I'm just the girl that everyone dates before they find their true love. I'm the girl that they use to find the one, I don't have any good qualities, I'm a pushover, and-"

Snape inhaled sharply, "Stop it, Y/N!" He bellowed, slamming a hand down on the desk that the two of you were sat at. Instantly, you went silent, your mouth hanging open in shock as your heartbeat suddenly sped into an incredibly fast pace. You glanced up at Snape with wet and wide eyes, startled by his unusual outburst.

"Severus-"

"No, Y/N," he held up a hand, silencing you, "you're wrong about yourself. You are special." Snape sighed, moving his hand to massage his temples. You couldn't believe what was coming out of this man's mouth. "You're more than enough. Your ex was clearly a fool to do such a thing to you. In fact, I can't fathom why they would choose your friend over you." Snape said with a stern tone, clearly distressed. Your mouth still hung open as you stared at him, flabbergasted. "You're kind, sweet, considerate, and your heart is twice the size than it should be."

"I..." You uttered quietly, staring at Snape, evidently speechless. He shut his eyes momentarily, suddenly realising what he'd just said. Yet another deep sigh slipped from his heaving chest, rendering you silent.

"You..." Snape stumbled, avoiding your eyes. There was no way he could look at you right now. He'd just opened the floodgates on what he truly thought of you. He probably looks like a right blithering idiot.

The room went quiet, and the two of you sat there in what felt like a somewhat-comfortable silence, taking the moment to acknowledge what had just happened.

You stared at the man opposite you, a sudden and unusual warmth blooming in your chest. For the first time since you'd met him, you took the opportunity to truly look at him. Snape's black eyes glittered in the low, soft amber light from his candles as he reluctantly glanced up at you, pressing his lips into an awkward thin and flat line. His shoulders rose a tad, tensing as he inhaled, and he shifted his gaze to the desk again. Clearly, he was unsure on how to navigate this current moment.

A tiny smile picked at the corners of your lips as you looked at him. "Thank you." You whispered, glancing down at his splayed out hands. Taking a chance, you reached out your own hand and placed it atop of one of his, feeling it flinch. Snape's eyes darted up to yours, and he returned your smile, though it seemed a little awkward.

Snape didn't say anything to you, he only nodded gently before pulling his hand back to himself after a few long moments, clearing his throat.

"Well, since you've stopped crying," he began, sitting up straight in his chair, "we can assume I've done a good job." A little chuckle escaped you, and it caused a loose, genuine smile to erupt on Snape's face. You noticed it, but chose not to say anything, instead silently admiring how well it suited him.

"Now I know who to come to when I'm sad." You joked lightly, and as quickly as the smile had arrived on his lips, it disappeared. You laughed, feeling a tad lighter. Though the awful situation still sat within you like a dead weight, waiting to be dealt with, it felt good to smile and laugh, especially with a man you thought to be devoid of such emotions.

"I don't think-"

"Thanks, Severus." You cut him off with a bright smile, making his heart flutter. Perhaps he would wander past your classroom a little more often than before.

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[vioartemis]

Act 5

(Amber Freeman x fem! reader)

Summary: After joining a discord server, you meet a girl... Warnings: (+18), smut, oral, fingering, blood, violence, injuries, characters are 18+ (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

As far as you could remember, you had always been a horror movie fan. Halloween, Friday the 13th, Saw, The exorcist, Stab... you enjoyed watching these movies. Recently, you had even joined a discord server for Stab fans.

It was really fun talking about these movies with people you knew liked them as much as you did, and it felt nice sharing your passion with others.

There were only two rules in this server: 1. If you were to make video calls, you would all wear Ghostface costumes and masks; and 2. Never, under any circumstances, say your name.

At first you thought that was weird, but it was a matter of safety. Stab fans were considered crazy after what happened in 2011 -and other side events.

Keeping your identity secret had become a must, if you didn't want other people online to hate on you and/or accuse you of crimes.

Fortunately, in the server, no one seemed to have a problem with the rules. And neither did you.

Until that day.

There was this girl on the server, with who you had been talking to in private for some months now. You may or may not had developed a little crush on her.

She was so nice, and it was so easy talking to her. You had the same opinion about almost everything too. But you didn't tell her. What if she thinks I'm weird? you thought.

You were currently on call with her, and the fact that you lived in Woodsboro just slipped.

"Wait- you live in Woodsboro? Me too! Maybe we know each other? What about we meet in real life?"

"I- We're not supposed to do that... Remember the rules? No personal information, so identity reveal or whatever..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But you trust me, right? 'Cause I know I can trust you"

"Of course I- I trust you but-"

"Well if we both trust each other, why not meet? It's better talking face to face, don't you think? Plus I'm dying to see what you look like. I'm sure you're super pretty"

You blushed at her words, and stuttered a quiet ‘okay’.

Two hours later, you were waiting in front of the high school, nervous. What if she didn’t like you irl? What if it was awkward? What if-

"Y/n?"

You turned around as you heard your name.

"Amber…?"

You couldn’t help but stare at her. She was gorgeous. The most beautiful girl you had ever seen.

"It’s so nice to finally meet you!" she started "And I was right; you’re really pretty"

You spent the whole day chatting and laughing together. There was definitely chemistry between you too.

"That’s my house" you said softly

You were a little sad your time with her was already over, you wanted make it last more.

"Oh, okay… We’ll meet again, right?"

"Yeah, of course! I’d love to!"

You smiled at each other, and waved goodbye, before you started making your way to the door. But you couldn’t just go like that.

"Amber I-" you started as you turned around

Before you could finish your sentence, her lips were in yours, soft against your own. It took you a second to register what was going on, but soon you were kissing back.

Amber pulled away after a moment. Her lips were inches away from yours, her eyes not leaving your own. Then she leans in for another kiss, more passionate.

Her hands were on your waist, keeping you close, as her tongue slipped past your lips. You made for a while, before running out of air.

When you pulled away, you could see that her lips were red and swollen, and so were yours.

"Maybe we should continue this inside, hm?" Amber said with a light smirk

You blushed and nodded, before trying to open the door. Your hands were shaking a bit in excitement, and Amber being flush against your back, arms around your waist and kissing your neck didn’t help.

Eventually you managed to open the door, and as soon as you closed it behind you both, you got pinned against it, Amber’s lips back on yours.

As the kiss grew more and more feverish, you felt her cold hands sneak under your shirt, and going up to your ribs, stopping right under your breasts.

"Is this okay?" she ask in between kisses

"Yes" you hummed in response

You could feel her smile against your lips as you let out a moan when she groped your tits through your bra. Then, her lips dipped to your neck as her hands made their way under your bra.

Before she could go any farther, you pushed her slightly away.

"Wait- let's go to my room"

You grabbed her hand and led her to your bedroom.

As soon as you were in the room, she reached down for your shirt and took it off you before unclasping your bra and pushing you on your bed. She straddled you, and started to undo her belt with a smirk.

She grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, before tying them to the headboard with her belt, making sure it's not too tight.

Then, she sat up and looked down at you, biting her lip.

"Look at you; so pretty all tied up under me..." she whispered, brushing your cheek softly

She leaned in to kiss you once more, her hands sliding down to unbutton your jeans, before going back up to play with your now hard nipples. Again, her lips dipped down to your neck, where she sucked angry red marks.

This, and your nipples being rolled between her fingers made a series of moans leave your throat. You wanted to run a hand through her hair, but with her belt around your wrists, you couldn't move at all -which turned you on even more.

Your eyes flutter closed when you felt her lips wrapping around one of your nipples, and her tongue running over it, before she started sucking gently.

Your back arched slightly as you moaned her name, encouraging her to continue.

After a moment, she released your nipple with a 'pop'. You looked down just in time to see a string of saliva linking her mouth and your hard bud.

She smirked and kissed her way down your body, taking off your pants slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. She took her time, kissing the inside of your thighs, slowly getting closer to where you needed her the most.

You whined at the tease and rolled your hips slightly.

"Amber... please..."

"Please what, baby?" she teased more, sly smirk spread on her face

"Please I need you so bad... please fuck me..."

"How can I say no if you ask so nicely?" she hummed, sliding your underwear down your legs and throwing it somewhere in the room

She looked down at your dripping cunt with a hungry gaze and licked her lips before diving in to get a taste of you.

She hummed against you, loving the way you tasted on her tongue. She hooked her arms around your thighs, keeping you in place while she ate you out.

Her tongue was driving you crazy, you were a moaning mess, and felt you wear already close to the edge. But all of a sudden, she stopped.

You let out a frustrated whine at the sudden loss of contact and pleasure, before she placed her index on your lips.

"Shhh... Don't worry, I'm not done with you"

She quickly replaced her index with her middle and ring finger, which she pushed into your mouth gently.

"Now be a good girl and get my fingers wet"

You complied, and once she was satisfied, pulled her fingers out of your mouth to slide them into your pussy, eliciting another moan from you, before starting to thrust in and out at a fast pace.

If you thought her tongue was skilled, her fingers were even more. She hit all the right spots and curled her fingers just right.

You were so overwhelmed with the pleasure that you couldn't even form a coherent sentence. But she didn't need you to say it to know you were close; she could feel you tighten around her fingers in the most pleasant way possible.

She stopped marking your soft skin and brought her other hand to your throat, squeezing slightly, while her thumb was circling your clit in rhythm with her thrusts.

"Cum all over my fingers, don't hold back"

You came hard, in a white blur, seeing stars as your orgasm crashed in.

Amber continued to fuck you through your high, watching you with a lustful look in her eyes. She had waited so long for that. She had dreamt of it so many times, and now you were truly hers, looking oh so pretty coming undone under her.

When she pulled away, you had recovered enough to see her shove her fingers in her mouth and lick them clean, before leaning in to kiss you lovingly and untying your hands.

"Ready for round 2?" she asked with a smirk

"Fuck yeah" you replied, already taking off her shirt

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It had been almost a year since Amber and you were together, and only a few months since Stab 8 was released. Let's just say that you were thrilled to go to the movies together, and that you were terribly disappointed.

You both thought the movie was terrible.

"What are you doing?" you asked gently as you rolled over to your girlfriend, who was scribbling on a paper at the other end of her bed

"I was thinking... Maybe we could do our own Stab movie? Or at least do things to give the producers better ideas. What do you think?"

"What do you have in mind?"

She gave you a slight smirk as she turned to you and exposed her plan.

"So let me get this straight; you want to kill your friend to force her sister -the daughter of Billy Loomis- to come back here, and then kill everybody and blame it on her?"

"That's the idea" she replied, visibly excited "Are you in?"

You sighed and shook your head.

"What wouldn't I do for you, huh?" you smiled and cupped her cheeks to place a soft kiss on her lips "Are you sure we have to kill Tara though? She's my favorite out of all your friends... And if she dies her sister won't necessarily come back"

"You're right! So we just attack her then. Or I just attack her, I don't want to force you into hurting/killing people. I'll do the killing, and you'll make the calls if you want" she offered

"I don't want to let you do all the dirty stuff..."

"Don't worry about that, baby"

She smiled and kissed you again, this time pushing you into the mattress, unbuttoning your jeans and slipping a hand into your underwear with a smirk.

"I don't mind doing the dirty stuff"

Surprisingly, so far, everything went as planned; Amber attacked Tara, her sister cam back to Woodsboro, and the killing spree was continuing. The only thing that wasn't planned on was Sam's boyfriend, but he was just another pawn to kill.

"You ready babe?" Amber asked, adjusting her mask "I kill Judy and Wes, and then I'll go to the hospital to attack Tara and you"

"Don't forget to slash my arm -not too hard if possible!"

You helped her, and pressed your lips at the top of the black mouth of the Ghostface mask as a good luck kiss.

Once again, nothing went wrong. Until the moment where Amber was supposed to slash your arm.

When Tara saw Ghostface behind you, you turned around, just as planned, and lifted your arms up to 'protect' yourself. But instead of feeling the blade on your arm, you felt it sink in your stomach.

Your eyes widened, and you tried to kick her away, a hand on your wound to stop the bleeding.

Why did she do that? you thought, grabbing Tara's wheelchair to head to the elevator. That's not the plan!

Before you could reach it, you got thrown into the nearest wall, hitting your head hard against it.

The shock had the world spinning around you; you struggled to stand properly.

Ghostface took that opportunity to make Tara fall of her wheelchair and was ready to stab her when Sam and Dewey arrived.

You were waiting for Amber to come to the hospital after a nurse called her to warn her you had been hurt. You had so many questions.

When she finally arrived, she looked concerned, worried. She wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

"What happened?" she asked

"I don't know, you tell me. You were supposed to slash my arm, not stab me in the stomach...!" you whisper-shouted

"It wasn't me, Y/n..."

You blinked, and pulled away to look at her, confused.

"Fuck you mean it wasn't you...?"

"I couldn't make it to the hospital in time, my car broke down... I never would've hurt you baby..."

She hugged you tighter after saying this.

"If it wasn't you... there's another Ghostface in town..." you whispered

"That's a bad thing for our plan..."

"Not necessarily... If they get caught, we can get away with the previous killings. The police will think they did it too... And we'll be out of suspicions!"

"Yeah but what about our big finale...?"

"Well have to pass on that, I'm sorry my love... But think about it, we'll be the first Ghostface to have survived!"

"You're right baby, both of us living is better than having our ending"

She smile and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Who do you think it is?"

"Hm... It can't be Tara, that's for sure. I don't it's Sam either, or Chad"

"So that leaves Mindy and Liv..."

"And Sam's boyfriend, don't forget about him"

"You’re right, I don’t like him. He didn’t give me a good vibe"

You nod at her words.

"What do we do now? Do we still throw the party?"

"Yeah. If the other Ghostface is a Stab fan too, he’d never miss the occasion to recreate the og party in Stu Macher’s house"

Amber drove you to her house and you both got ready for the party. You had already stolen Tara's spare inhaler when you were in her room before being attacked, so you were sure she would come to Amber's.

And as expected, half an hour after the party begun, Sam, Richie and her came. Your girlfriend dismissed everyone else, and led Tara upstairs to look for her inhaler, leaving you with Sam and Richie.

Mindy was in the living-room, you heard her talk to Liv a few minutes ago, and Chad should be near too.

Sam received a phone call, and Richie walked towards the living-room. You decided to follow him, pretexting you had to rest.

"I'm gonna get some beer, anyone wanna come with me?" he asked after you sat next to Mindy

"No, but you were right to ask!" she replied, her eyes not leaving the tv screen

So he went to the basement alone while you stayed with Mindy watching Stab. When the scene of Randy being attacked arrived, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

While Mindy was busy screaming at Randy to turn around, you looked behind you, just in case.

Ghostface was behind Mindy, ready to stab her. You pulled her away from the knife right before she could get hurt badly, but her shoulder got slashed anyways.

You both screamed, hoping to get the others' attention while you tried to fight the killer. He managed to corner Mindy. You grabbed the lamp next to the sofa and slammed it on his head.

He didn't seem to like it, and punched you in the stomach, reopening your wound. You grunted in pain and pressed a hand on your bleeding stomach.

You were about to come at him again when Sam entered the room, scaring him away. You looked at each other and rush to Mindy, to make sure she was okay. She lost a lot of blood and passed out in Sam's arms.

A scream behind you made you jump. Amber and Tara just came downstairs. Sam opened her mouth to say something but got cut off by a sound of glass breaking; Richie was back, and just dropped his beers.

"Oh my god!" he said

"Where were you?" Sam asked him

"I was getting mor beer!"

"You went to the basement alone?" you girlfriend asked

"I asked them to come with me and they said no!" he replied, gesturing toward Mindy and you

"I was with Tara, and Y/n was with Mindy but the rest of you were wondering around. One of you is the fucking killer!" Amber spat

Liv suddenly barged into the room, looking panicked, hands covered in blood.

"Why is there blood on your hands?" Sam asked her

Liv looked down at her hands and seemed even more panicked.

"I- I found Chad..."

"Chad?"

"He's... he's..."

"You're the killer...!" Richie said

"No I-"

She looked at everyone in the room, seeking support, but neither of you knew if you could trust her.

"I'm not the fucking killer!" she finally yelled

"I know."

You all turned to Richie as he pulled out a gun and shot Liv in the head.

You felt someone grab your hand and drag you away as another gunshot resonated in the room. Amber pulled you upstairs, to her parents' room.

"Are you okay? God, you're bleeding again..."

She started looking for something to bandage you up with, but you stopped her.

"We don't have time, we need to kill him before he can do his speech about his motive, or he'll say that he didn't do the first killings..."

"But-"

"I'm okay, I promise" you reassured her "Let's just make it quick and I'll be fine"

She looked at you hesitantly for a second, before nodding and coming back next to you to place a soft kiss on your lips.

"What do we do now?" she asked

"Do you know where your dad hides his gun?"

Fortunately for the two of you, Sam stabbed Richie to death before he could say anything about another killer, after Amber shot him in the chest.

You made it to act 4, just like Jill Roberts 11 years ago. But you weren't going to screw everything up like she did, no.

And that's how you became the first Ghostface to get away with it, to make it to act 5.

#scream #scream 5 #amber freeman #amber freeman x fem reader #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman smut #amber freeman x reader smut

[vickyyoon]

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(you're mine pt 2)

Pt-1 <- here

Warning : Stockholm syndrome, non-con, unprotected sex, smut, rough sex, over stimulation, yelling, begging, angst (fluff in the end), ' rape

Synopsis : your n-th attempt to escape had gotten him frustrated and finally take serious actions he ends up regretting hard!

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It has been almost a week with you living with hyunjin, all your plans seem to tear apart when you see how he was prepared mentally and physically for all the things he expects you to do, it was scary as if he was reading your mind and each time he guesses what you wanted to do he smirks to himself.

It's not as bad as you would think to live with him either but still, he took away your freedom, your phone, your social life, your car keys but he was nice and soft when it came to you.

You realize his intention as never to really hurt you but when you make him mad by refusing to do somethings that he considers important he starts to throw things around the whole house screaming and traumatizing you without actually hurting you, how could he hurt you? He only wanted you near him, he wanted to be loved by you. He's spent his whole life waiting to be yours.

You woke up again it was 3pm and the sun was starting to set. You went down stairs to see him cooking for you, his food was amazing you've never tasted anything better than his cooking, maybe he even took classes to master your favorite dishes.

" Woke up from your nap princess? Why don't you wash your face and we have snacks. I have games to play with you."

You went back to your room into the bathroom and washed your face when suddenly your brain started to work like Einstein, playing with his agenda!

You came downstairs to see him waiting with the food laid on the table, his face with a bored expression, he must've gotten so bored without you so you sit down with a sad expression and he can instantly tell.

He was feeding you and asking you what was wrong but you kept on brushing it off.

" Why won't you tell me? I know when something's wrong. Just tell me I can help you."

" what's the point in telling you? How would you understand?"

" it's OK i just wanna know what's wrong! I'll do anything to make you happy!"

" after work days, every weekend I take a long drive to enjoy but ivm stuck in this house for weeks!" you sound annoyed.

" you're saying you want to go out?" he hoped you wouldn't say what he thought you would say.

You nodded and his heart felt so heavy now. " you know I can't let you go outside. Besides you don't have anymore work days and I'm all you need."

" if you really loved me, you would've gone out with me the second you heard me mope about it" you toyed with his little sick game.

" I get suffocated and depressed whenever I stay too long inside! You have to understand" you argued again.

" someone can take you away from me! I love you so much I can't have you gone! I'll be done!" he reasoned.

" Com'on can't you fight them for me? Besides you don't trust me! You think I'll run away don't you. How can you think like that of me?"

To tell the truth you would actually run away.

" so you know the reason too? You think I'm dumb? The second you try to guilt trip me and I'll let you out, you would actually run away."

There you were baffled again, just too stunned to speak. There you were dumb founded and this seemed to be the last straw for him.

" THE MORE I TRY TO LOVE YOU, THE MORE YOU TRY TO PUSH ME AWAY!"

He yelled and cupped your face in one hand making you stare at him, his eyes piercing daggers at you now. You only felt nothing but pure fear as you looked back at him. It was a new side of him you first saw.

He never hurt you but here he was burning his fingers into your jaw.

" Bad girls like you don't deserve this kind of treatment, you're lucky I love you."

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He grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the bedroom. He threw you so harshly onto the bed you were so scared.

" You keep playing with my feelings, you think my love for you is just a little joke? I'll prove you today."

He started to get on top of you, harshly kissing you, almost ripping your lips. He was like a demon now, his hands frantically went over your body, finding your shirt's buttons and taking it off of you. You finally realized what he meant.

" stop squirming!" his hands pressed you down on the bed still kissing you, he unclipped your bra and started to kiss you down to your chest, marking every kiss and bruising your skin.

He pulled your pants down along with you'd panties as you kept begging for him to stop but nothing's gonna stop what you started now.

He got up fiddling with his belt and threw all his clothes on the floor. Pushing himself into you, stretching you so much, God he was much bigger than you thought, you were horrified if he would break you now.

He started to thrust slowly before going insanely fast.

" Do you know how much I wanted you? I refused every girl and I've been lonely my whole life just to have you in it! Each day didn't feel like it was worth living without you!"

"I-I'm sorry, please ahh- hng please don't do this to me."

You were starting to tear up, it felt good but it was stimulating you so fast that you came with just 20 minutes, and he kept on going, simulating you over and over again.

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He was going rough and nothing came out of your mouth you were just numb, everything that was happening has happened and you can't change anything now

Suddenly he put a halt to his actions and looked down at you, your tear stained face tore him apart completely.

" I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or anything!" he was panicking, he hugged you tight.

He felt guilty now, how could he hurt you? You were his princess! "I'm sorry! How could I do this to you!? Why didn't you stop me?"

" Well I did! But you didn't listen!" you were starting to cry again.

He was hugging your shaking body and crying now, he didn't mean to do that really. He was just so frustrated that after all his attempts you still don't love him in the slightest bit but he had no rights to hurt you or force you.

He pulled out caressing your face with eh back of his hand, he was crying hard.

" D-don't touch me" you warned as you got up. Your legs were aching, you didn't know if you could even stand up now, you walked over to the bathroom and locked yourself.

He was shaking he pulled his clothes on and knocked on the bathroom door but no one answered, " Please don't hate me, I'm sorry! I swear I didn't mean it, I know how much it hurts you!" he begged on the other side.

You could only hear him cry from the other side of the door, ironically it felt like you hurt him and he was more hurt from hurting you? You tried to understand why he would act like that, it did make sense, he tried so hard to earn your love but there you were trying to escape. He just got so frustrated...

You opened the door and saw him crouched in the corner of the room huddled, hugging his knees, he looked so broken. You knew he really didn't mean it because if he did, he would have don't it a long time ago.

He stared at your coming towards you, he tried to hold your hands but he remembered. " please sweetheart, I didn't mean it, you know I love you, I live for you."

" I'll take you outside, I'll literally do anything now I swear just please don't hate me and don't leave me. It's so lonely without you." he was tearing up again

Watching him beg like this for you to just stay hurt you alot. You could feel how lonely it was for him everyday, you were like a light to his darkness.

" j-just promise me you'll never hurt me again"

" ofcourse, I can never hurt you intentionally, i promise I'll never hurt you. Just please."

He gripped your hand finally after you let him and placed it in his forehead. " I promise, I swear" you couldn't help but melt a bit.

No one's ever been so desperate to have you in their lives...

#kpop #Hyunjin smut #Smut #hyunjin smut #Straykids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #Straykids #Skz #hyunjin x reader

[ghouljams]

Okay but I feel like Fae Konig is going to be genuinely sad he doesn’t had a bracelet. Liebling gets tired of him pouting so she half heartedly makes him one🥺

Love continues to make Liebling's life harder.

"And Ghost made this." You clarify, looking at the daisy bracelet Love is wearing. She'd practically shoved it under your nose when she walked in. It isn't an engagement ring, you don't know what the big deal is. It's cute though, you can admit that.

"I made one for him too!" Love beams, grabbing Ghosts arm to hold it up. He's wearing a, you hesitate to call it a friendship bracelet when they're clearly dating, but it's got little pink skulls on it and the same "Love" beads. You wonder if the name thing was an issue. Ghost doesn't look at you as Love shows off her work. Probably for the best.

"Cute," You tell her, not sure what else to say. There's the very distinct sound of splintering glass from the other side of the shop. You look to see what the hell just happened and find König holding the remains of a vase. The rest of it seems to be in shards on the floor.

He and Ghost are staring at each other. Something you are starting to think is just their natural state, which is weird because you've seen them get along well enough in the past. Sometimes you think they're almost friendly. Now though...

You glance back at Ghost. Even through the mask you can tell he's grinning, König's fists clench. Love leans around Ghost to wave at König.

"Hey Big Guy! Always nice to have you 100 yards from me." You don't know what the fuck she's talking about but Ghost tries to cover his laugh with a cough. God. You really hate to admit that they're a cute couple.

König wanders to the back to clean the glass out of his hands while you and Love finish your weekly meeting. He doesn't come back out until the door closes on her and Ghost.

"What's wrong with you?" You ask him, he's wearing his sad eyes. You wish he wouldn't do that. You also wish he would've cleaned up the busted vase himself instead of making you do it while entertaining Love.

"They have exchanged cords, you do not give me gifts."

"Exchanged- König they're friendship bracelets not wedding rings."

"What is the difference?"

"They're not getting married?" You tell him incredulously, "And what do you mean I don't give you things, I give you plenty of stuff."

"They are already married why would they do so again?" König tips his head to the side, inquisitive clicks making you press your palms against your eyes just for any sort of pressure release.

"Oh my God." You groan, whatever nonsense König has cooked up today you're not feeling it, "What do you want from me, I'm not marrying you."

"You're so cruel to me Schatz," König sighs, you glare at him between your fingers.

"I'm not crafty, it'll look like shit," You tell him, he nods, "I mean it, it'll be so shitty and bad, you won't like it." He nods again, a little more excited. "And you can't bug me about this again if they come in with matching tattoos or something." König hesitates then nods a final time.

"I will think of something more permanent, don't worry." He tells you, and see stuff like that is exactly what makes you worried. What makes you think König has never been told 'no' in his life, because you know he means it. Permanent. The thought makes you shudder.

#Then liebling does in fact make him the shittiest most basic friendship bracelet #she's really bad at the bracelet game #König is very pleased with it though #Fae!König #y'all are not gonna believe what his permanent solution is #but also you probably will it's not that complicated #how are we all liking the shadowban content #konig x you #konig x reader #Fae!Ghost #oc: Love #I guess she needs a tag #könig x you #König x reader

[howabhwmwn]

Since this scene won't leave me alone I've decided to make it everybody else's problem too.

Let's look at cinematography!

All these extreme close-ups clearly showing how focused Howard is on his task, showing it's important to him. Look at how many seconds they actually use just to show Howard making Cheryl a Latte. Compare that to the way he makes his tea later on, while talking to Cheryl, no focus on him, or the tea or anything. Because that's not important. Giving Cheryl something nice that he spend time on is, though.

Enter Cheryl. Look at how they move into an extreme wide shot almost immediately (there is one medium shot to establish where Howard is, but that's for orientation for the viewer). Suddenly, the scene feels a lot less personal - it's cold. (the music cuts here too, leaving us in complete uncomfortable silence)

I'm completely insane about the literal wall between Howard and Cheryl.

Then, Cheryl walks around Howard to the far end of the table, putting as much space between them as possible. Quite the good way of showing how removed they are from each other, but watch this:

While talking, they are still in Medium Wide Shots, not on the screen together. Look at how far away they are from the camera, and on different sides of it. This makes the distance between them seem even more huge. I can't explain how much I'm obsessed with these two shots. They're so far removed from the other, they really put care into this scene, in how much space between Howard and Cheryl is.

Howard then walks over to Cheryl (or rather the camera), and places the Latte on the table, but he still stays on his side of the camera. Look at how it's a Detail Shot, a close-up now! Which makes us recall the care he put into it, the effort, the focus. The warm beautiful scene with the nice music.

In the next shot you can also see how far he is still away from Cheryl. He didn't even place the cup in front of her:

Even when it goes back to Cheryl's side of the camera, we only see Howard in her shot for a very short time. He places down the Latte, and immediately gets out of her shot, almost like he can't be close to her. Because he can't, physically, emotionally, their relationship isn't like this anymore.

She waits until he is at his place of the side of the camera before she moves, not mentioning the cup, or the art on it (except a short 'thanks') which Howard obviously made to get some kind of reaction. A conversation starter, a smile, anything. Look at his face when she just abandons it. Sure, physically, she's closer to him now, but at this moment, he is the cup of Latte that she just abandoned, because he put so much focus in it. It's a sign of his care for her.

He makes tea for himself here, and it's completely different from how he made her Latte. I'm losing my mind with how he makes it so carelessly while the Latte he put so much care in gets abandoned this carelessly.

Cheryl does not have time for a Latte. Howard probably thought making it would keep her with him a bit longer, and they could talk a bit. Maybe get a nice morning conversation that resembles at least a tiny bit the talks they had when their relationship wasn't this faded. But his hope gets destroyed, just as the art on the Latte gets destroyed.

She brings the cup back to where it belongs to, near Howard, basically returning this chance to talk, his care and focus, back to him, because she doesn't want it. And then she flees his side again, just as he put the distance between them earlier. Never staying too close to each other.

She declines his suggestion to go to the fundraiser together. He turns away, gets farther away from her. Even while they are back in one shot together, they're so far away. So much distance. Then, close-up on Howard's sad sad face. :( It's over. But then he realizes he can keep the conversation going: Jimmy. He needs to tell her about Jimmy!

And while he reveals this thing about his life, something real, something personal, finally there is a close-up of them both. This is normal for the viewer. This is how dialogues are usually shot. Can it be that Cheryl cares? Finally, they will have a real conversation. Maybe she will even show that she cares about Howard, is scared for him, will ask him if he is okay?!

No. She dismisses it. Removes the tiny bit of her that was in his side of the camera and leaves him alone in his shot.

She goes, and we get an almost identical shot to the first one. A wall between them. Nothing changed.

Howard gets left behind in this extreme wide shot. Alone. A tiny blue dot in a huge crème coloured house where he has no place anymore.

#better call saul #howard hamlin #cheryl hamlin #bcs #The latte #the wall #the DISTANCE #you guys dont understand what im going through everytime i think about this scene

[samiswifey]

Unlovable

Parings: Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Warning: negative thoughts, low self worth, sad Sam

Summary: since Sam was a child she's always felt unlovable, like she was never worthy of anyone's love. It's always been something that has stuck with her.

It's been a couple of months since Tara told Sam to let her go and Sam has done just that. She slowly left the core four and began hanging out with them less and less, until she wasn't hanging around at all. She was taking Tara's words to heart and was letting her go. She was backing off and letting Tara live her life. Her life.

So Sam backed away and began doing her own thing. She still sees Tara but she's not always around her like she was before that conversation. She's giving Tara her space and trying to find things that she likes, find her own hobbies. Live her own life instead of her sister's.

For the last few weeks Sam has found herself in a nightclub just sitting alone watching the people dance, drink and have a good time. She unfortunately couldn't relate because she wasn't having a good time. She was alone, in a bar, getting drunk by herself. How much more pathetic can you get? She thought to herself, taking a small sip of her drink.

"Hello."

The voice caught Sam's attention over the loud music and she turned to find the person they voice belongs to. She soon found the voice when she locked with a pair of kind eyes.

"Hi," her voice wavered as she spoke and she quickly straightened herself out. "Can I help you?" She asked.

You smiled as you sat next to her. "I have seen you sitting alone for a week now and I finally decided to come over and talk to you." You said. "I'm Y/N."

Sam looks at you with on expression on her face as her grip on her cup gets tighter. Her body Tensed as she straightens out a bit more. "That's nice of you but I would really like to be alone right now." She said. You immediately got the hint and stood up. "I'll leave but I really hope to see you tomorrow." You said kindly. "Bye."

Hours after the encounter Sam couldn't stop thinking about you. She felt shitty for pushing you away, but she was protecting herself. Due to recent events she couldn't trust anyone, so in order to protect herself she began pushing everyone away because she couldn't risk getting herself or anyone she cares about hurt. She just had to br safe and think smart.

Getting up Sam ran her fingers through her hair and stretched slightly before leaving the bar. It was well passed three and she knew that Tara and Gale would be fast asleep so she could sneak in without being bombarded with questioned from the two of them. She could sneak in and sleep before she had to wake up at six and leave for work. She's avoiding her problems.

Walking inside slowly Sam breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed that it was dark in the apartment. Nobody was up. It was safe for her to go to bed and then repeat this same thing tomorrow. And the day after. And the say after that until it becomes routine.

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As the weeks passed Sam's routine continued. She was barely around anymore and when she was she sat back and let everyone else talk around her. She was withdrawn and deep in her dark thoughts that she didn't hear what was being said to her. She was completely gone.

Back in the bar Sam was sipping on her one drink as she sat by herself and just let her thoughts consume her. She was back to feeling numb like when she was thirteen and she found out about her biological father. She didn't care about much these days but she still tried to come off fairly normal during the day. She kept her problems to herself so she wouldn't come off weird to anyone. Nobody had to know what she was feeling or going through.

"Hello again."

The voice made her look up and lock with familiar eyes. "Y/N what are you doing here again?" Her voice was void of any emotion when Sam spoke. You smiled as you took your seat next to her. "Just wanted to say hi. I hate seeing you sit alone." You said. Sam kept her guard up as she faced you. "You can stay this once because I'm sick of drinking alone." She says. You smiled "cool." You said as you put your drink down.

"It's Sam, you know."

You looked at her. "Pardon?" Sam sits up a little but still kept her arms around herself. "Sam. My name is Sam." She said. You smiled "yeah, I know. You still have your name badge on." You said with a small chuckle. Sam rolled her eyes at herself because she actually forgot about that.

"If you knew why didn't you say anything?" She asked.

You shrugged as you sat back. "I didn't think you wanted me to know, so I kept my mouth shut until you decided to tell me." You said. "So you just sit with a stranger who's name you do not know and you think that's safe?" Sam asked. "Are you some kind of killer?"

You laughed at that and turned to face her. "Not a killer, but, I am very optimistic that we can be friends." You said happily. Sam wanted nothing more than to hate your optimism but she couldn't. She felt oddly comfortable with your friendly disposition. It was nice.

As the time became three o'clock Sam slowly stood up and grabbed her bag. She turns to you. "Maybe I'll see you the next time I'm here." She said. You smiled at her. "You definitely will."

As Sam walks home she keeps her hands in her pocket as she enjoyed the short walk through the city. It was a nice night out and this walk had her thinking about you. It was strange feeling happy (or at least relaxed) by another person's presence. Your kindness was something that Sam really needs right now, even it she doesn't know that she does.

Walking inside quietly Sam placed her bag down and slowly headed towards her room. Tonight had been a lot more eventful then previous nights at the bar. She actually had fun just drinking and talking to you that she forgot about everything she felt before you showed up. Tonight had her thinking about a lot of things that she wanted to change.

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Two months had passed and things with Sam took a nose dive. She tried hanging out with Chad, Mindy and Tara again but was immediately shut down by her younger sister. Tara had basically told her that she didn't want Sam hanging around them and the last few months without her was great. She could live her life without having Sam hover over her.

So, Sam backs off again and steps away from the group. She tried to right her wrongs but got horribly burned in the process. She started keeping to herself more and even when she got her promotion at her job she didn't tell anyone. She doesn't think anyone would care anyway, so why tell them anything about her life.

Tonight was a bit different from her usual nights spent at the bar. Tonight she was invited out to a nice restaurant and she didn't know why. All you said was dress nice and be there by nine. She did all of that but was still feeling very anxious about what you had in mind for tonight. She wanted to be optimistic like you but her over thinking kept her from doing that.

"Hello Sam."

Sam looks up and was met with flowers in her face. She smiled as she gently takes them from you. "Thank you? But what is this for?" She asked curiously. "I heard about your promotion from Kirby and wanted to do something nice for you to celebrate. So I decided to take you out to dinner and buy you flowers." You said. "Just wanted to do something nice for you."

Sam couldn't stop the small grin the forms on her lips as she looks at you. If Sam didn't keep her emotions in a locked box in the deepest part of her heart, she would have cried right now. This was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for her. It was sweet and made her day way better because she wasn't expecting this. Especially not from someone she met only two months ago. This was nice.

Dinner was the most fun Sam has had in months now. This was the first time she was actually able to relax, breathe and just have fun. She didn't want to put all her eggs in your basket, but it felt like the only logical thing to do considering you were the first person to make her relax. You made her comfortable and she wasn't willing to give that up just yet.

"How do you feel about getting ice cream after this?" You asked.

Sam smiles a little, reaching to tuck her hair behind her ear. "I - that sounds like a great idea." She said softly, voice barley above a whisper. Your smile grew wider as you paid for the dinner. "Tonight is about to get a whole lot more fun."

Walking into the ice cream shop you held Sam's hand as you guys decided what you wanted. Sam got lost in her thoughts as she looks over each flavor and remembered how her mom took ice cream away from her because Christina deemed that ice cream was for good kids only and she was a bad kid. A very bad kid.

"Sam did you know what you wanted?"

Sam blinks twice and looks over at you as she nodded. "Yeah, I'll just take a vanilla cone." She muttered softly. You could tell that something was wrong because of how withdrawn Sam became. You noticed that when she's like this her hands immediately go into her pockets and she lowers her gaze to the floor and refuses to make eye contact with anyone. Sam had a real easy tell when she was upset about something.

Once the ice cream was ordered things went back to being fun. You smiled at the fact that Sam would laugh at your lame jokes. Sam's eyes sparkled as she looks at you, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "I've had a lot of fun tonight Y/N." She said softly. You relaxed when she said that and smiled. "Me too Sam. Me too."

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The next few months passed by quickly and Sam started introducing you to her friend group. Her family. They were all nice but you could feel that Tara didn't care for you. That she was very cold and distant towards you so you kept your distance as well. Never rude and always polite you kept your distance in hopes that she would eventually warm up to you. It might take a while but you were willing to wait. She was Sam's world after all.

Sam sat next to you on the couch and watched as you engaged with Mindy about horror movies. She found it endearing how easily you could talk to people and engage in conversation. She knew you were smart but it really spoke volumes about how easily you could go with the flow of a conversation and how people absolutely loved talking to you because conversations with you were fun. However you messed up with one simple sentence.

"Sammy come join us."

Tara was red hot in seconds as she turns and glares at you. "Do not call her that ever! That's my nickname for her!" She screamed with such anger as she stood up to tower over you. "Mine!"

Sam was confused and gently pushed herself between you and Tara with her hands up. "Tara, relax. She didn't know." She says. Tara was blinded by angry and lashed out. "So that makes it ok!? You ignore me for five years and now you think it's ok to let some random stranger use my nickname for you! How could you be so heartless Samantha?" She screamed. "You are doing this to hurt me!"

Sam flinched back at the use of her full name. She hasn't been called that name since she left home five years ago and hearing it now made her think of Christina and everything she said to her after she found the diary. The name was a trigger and Sam's wall immediately went up as she backed away from Tara.

"I'm not doing this to hurt you Tara. I just thought you wouldn't care." Sam paused for a moment. "You haven't called me that since before I left. I didn't know it meant so much to you." She said honestly. "I didn't know it mattered."

Tara looked at her with flashes of anger and disappointment and hurt in her eyes. "Of course you didn't think, you never do Samantha. I mean you left with such ease before that when you do leave this time I won't be surprised. I mean that's what you do, you leave without any regards for anyone's feelings," she hissed. "So leave Sam. I really don't care anymore."

Sam quickly put her hands in her pockets as she tried to keep herself from falling apart in front of everyone. She stood straight up and looked Tara in the eyes. "I'm not leaving again Tara. I know I didn't handle things perfectly before but I promise you I'm not leaving." She said. Tara looks her in the eyes with nothing but coldness and spoke. "Your promises mean nothing anymore."

For the last two hours you have spent looking for Sam. After what Tara said Sam ran out of the apartment and you immediately went after her. Unfortunately she was very fast on her feet and you lost her before you even got the chance to calm her down and talk with her.

So you searched all over the city looking for Sam. It took you another thirty minutes to find her at the bar you first met. You said nothing as you sat next to her and looked at her. She had her arms wrapped tightly around herself and she was once again hiding her hands. She had tears falling from her eyes and her nose was slightly red. You felt heartbroken over how hurt Sam really was after her fight with Tara.

"Sam."

She slowly looks at you but made no effort to move closer to you. She kept her distance this time and that's when you knew that her walls were back up again. "You shouldn't be here Y/N. You should go home and be around people who aren't going to hurt you." She says. "I'm just going to hurt you."

As badly as you wanted to hug and hold her you kept your distance but turned to face her. "You're not going to hurt me Sam. I trust you and can see that you would never hurt me." You said.

"But how do you know," Sam deadpans quickly. "How are you so sure that I won't hurt you. I've hurt everyone I have ever known and it's only a matter of time before I hurt you." She said with defeat evident in her voice. "You shouldn't cut your losses now and leave me. Save yourself."

A sixty inch thick wall was hard to break through but you were determined to make Sam understand that you're not leaving her and she isn't going to hurt you. So you sat up straight and looked at Sam, although she wasn't looking at you, you knew she was still listening to you.

"Sam, I am here to stay. I'm your friend and friends don't leave their friends when we're needed the most. And you need me right now." You tell her. "I'm here for you."

Sam had tears just falling from her eyes as she hung her head low and you knew that she actually heard you. Placing a kind hand on her shoulder you moved closer when she didn't reject your touch. You let your arms wrap around her shoulders and hug her gently as she continued letting the tears fall. You could tell that she really needs this right now.

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Sam was sat next to you listening as you went on about your day and how tired you were of your job at the paper. She listened as you told her that you loved writing but felt as if you weren't being taken seriously. She heard you say that you wanted to do more but wasn't sure where to start. So she made a suggestion.

"I think maybe it's time to level up in your career." She said quietly. 'Only if you're ready for that," she adds quickly.

You immediately tackled her in a bear hug. "That's an amazing idea! Thank you Sam." You said happily, with over enthusiasm. Sam smiled a little as she hugs you back. "Ok."

Sitting next to Sam you smiled at her. She wasn't doing anything particularly interesting but you liked how calm she was right now. This was the most relaxed she has been in weeks and you liked seeing this side of her. So you decided to take your chance and ask her something you've been wanting to ask since you met Sam.

"Will you go out with me?" You asked. "Like on a date," you added shyly.

Sam looks at you with blank eyes. Her mind was running a mile a minute as she tried hard to process what you just said. This wasn't the first time she's been asked out but it was the one time that she really wanted it. She likes you, but she still doesn't believe that she's capable of giving you the love you deserve. She's scared.

"Sam?"

She blinks twice before focusing on you and taking immediate notice of the look in your eyes. She relaxed a bit and decided to be honest with you. "I like you and I would like to go on a date with you, but I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm going to hurt you and I don't want that." She says softly. "I really don't want that."

You took her hands in yours as you looked her in the eyes. "I think you need to give yourself a break and stop thinking the worst of you. Sam, you are amazing! You're a wonderful person and I will tell you everyday for the rest of my life if I have to because you are amazing Sam." You said. "A lot more than you think."

Sam took you up on your offer and went on a date with you. She had fun but she was still very fearful of herself. You were special to her but she still feared that she might hurt you. Even though you told her she wouldn't Sam just couldn't believe it. She hurt someone she really loved before and it terrifies her that she could do it again. Never intentional, but the fears there.

"I'm having a really good time Sam." You said.

Sam smiles as she looks at you. "I really like you Y/N, I do. However I'm not ready for the next step, yet." She tells you. You nodded as you take her hand and gently rub her knuckles. "Sam, after my last relationship I'm not ready to jump right into another one but I am willing to take things slow with you and see where it takes us." You said. Sam agreed with that. "Me too."

Even though the date ended early you two were still hanging out together. You got Sam to show you places she goes when she just needs alone time when things become too much for her. She explains the reason why she goes there and you completely understood her.

"Why do you run away when things get rough?" You asked.

Sam looks at you for a second before looking forward. "When Christina would get mad at me it was easier to run and hide then to stay and fight an already losing battle," she sighs as she shakes her head. "Talking never worked so I learned to just leave because then it would all stop. At least for a moment." She explains. You understand where she was coming from and locked your fingers with her. She smiled at you before looking forward again and sitting in a peaceful silence together.

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Your new job had you tied with Gale and meeting her was very interesting. She was very professional, kind of sassy, but still nice. She tested your knowledge on things and seemed very impressed by your work at the newspaper. She could tell that you had talent and was definitely willing to give you the job. However what she said next caught you off guard.

"She's a great girl you know." She said.

You looked at the older women. "Pardon?" You asked. Gale smiles "Sam. She's rough around the edges but she's a real great person." She tells you. You nodded at that because you already knew that. "I know. I just wish she knew that." You said. Gale agreed with that. "Me too. You start on Monday." She said easily. You wanted to hug Gale but held back and stayed professional. "Thank you Ms Weathers."

After your interview you ran straight to Sam to tell her the good news. However you slowed down when you remembered that she was still at work for the next few hours. So instead you decided to treat yourself to a coffee and a cupcake for getting your dream job. You couldn't wait to tell Sam.

Time ticked away slowly until it was time to finally leave. Sam was pretty exhausted after today but she ignored it because she was excited to know how your interview went and if you got the job. So on her way home she got a coffee and texted you to meet at her apartment because she wants to know about your day.

Meeting at the apartment you smiled wide when you saw Sam walking towards you. You could tell that she was tired but you knew that she wanted to hear about your day which is why she has a coffee in her hand.

"So how did everything go?" She asked.

You couldn't hold your excitement in any more and just blurts it out. "Gale gave me the job!" You practically screamed as you walked inside. Sam was proud of you. "See I knew you would get it. Your work is good Y/N." She said. You melted at her compliment as a heartwarming smile forms on your lips. "Thank you so much."

The rest of the gang came home so it was no longer just you and Sam. It was you, Sam, Mindy, Chad and Tara all sitting in the living room. Tara still didn't like you after the nickname debacle and basically ignored you the whole time. Chad and Mindy, however, treated you like one of the group and that made you feel a little less on edge the rest of the night.

Sam sat a little off to the side and watched as you interacted with her family. These were people she loved and seeing how you got along with them was something that she took note of. It seemed so easy for you to just entwine yourself into her group without really having to do much. People just liked you (with the exception of Tara) and she likes that because it shows how good of a person you are. Then things became tense.

"What do you think of the stab movies?" Tara asked coldly.

Sam, Chad and Mindy immediately tensed up as you looked over at the younger girl. You tilted your head with a confused expression on your face. "I don't know? I've never seen them or heard of them." You said softly. Tara laughs as she sits up and turns to face you head on.

"Are you actually kidding me right now? You have never heard of Stab before? Everyone has heard of Stab!" She screams. "It's based off true event involving Sam's father Billy Loomis."

You took note of how the room changed and how Sam froze with wide eyes and her jaw dropped at what Tara just said. Chad and Mindy communicated with only their eyes and you could tell that something wasn't right. Something was being kept from you. And you just had to ask.

"Who's Billy Loomis?"

Sam lowers her eyes as she puts her hands in her pockets. "He was one of the killers from the Woodsboro massacre. Gale wrote about it." She said quietly. "Who is my biological father," she added in a scared voice. You were still confused and didn't really understand what was being said to you, but this didn't push you away.

"I don't understand what's going on or what Stab even means but I'm not mad Sam. I don't blame you for what this Billy guys did." You said. "It's not your fault."

Things had calmed down and went back to being easy going but you took notice of how Sam kept her hands hidden. You could tell that she wasn't completely relaxed so you gently placed a hand on her arm to let her know that everything was fine. You were still here for her no matter what. Nothing was said but you could tell that she appreciates it.

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As weeks passed by you and Sam went on a few more dates. Two were romantic dinners and one was a spontaneous day out together because you both had a day off and wanted to spend time together. Feelings were growing between you two but things were still taken slowly. Sam very obviously liked you and the same could be said about you with Sam. People took notice but didn't push because they wanted Sam to figure it out and tell you on her own. However you couldn't wait any longer.

"Sam can I please say something?" You asked.

Sam looks at you. "Of course Y/N." She said. "Is everything ok?" You nodded as you take her hand. "I know we agreed to go slow and I'm all for that but I can't hold back my feelings anymore," you paused for a second. "I like you Sam, I really do. I think you're great, you're smart and one of the most caring people I have ever met. I just can't keep this in anymore." You said. "I like you Sam."

The words didn't scare her off. Sam was completely relaxed as she listened to what you said to her and it gave her courage to tell you her feelings. "I like you too Y/N. I still want us to go slow but I'm way more comfortable telling you how I feel now." She said. "I like you Y/N."

With feelings out in the open things became serious between you two. You guys no longer hid your affection touches and you guys became more comfortable holding hands in front of the group. Everyone could see that you two obviously liked each other and they were actually all rooting for you two. They all liked your relationship together.

For a while now Sam has been thinking a lot about your relationship together. Nothing was officially but she was getting closer and closer to wanting to make it official with you. However she was still very insecure when it came to love. She's rarely ever felt it growing on. Yes Tara loved her, that never changed, but her parents didn't. Her dad left like it was the easiest thing to do and her mother was emotional abusive towards her. She still remembers every word ever said when her mother was drunk.

She still remembers being told at fifteen that she would never grow up to find love. How nobody could love someone like Sam ever. Everyone she ever meets will hate her the minute they find out her dark secret. How her presence alone will push people away from her, that she gives warning signs about staying away from her. But that was light work compared to what Christina said when she was sixteen.

"Sam, you are nothing but an unlovable mistake. Your presence alone will have people hating you with a firey passion. You are nothing but a worthless, good for nothing brat who nobody can love."

The sentence changed her whole life and made Sam feel so horrible that she became a shell of herself and began pushing everyone away until she could leave. She thought it would be better to leave then to feel everyone around her eventually stop loving her as time went on. She left to protect herself because she would have fallen apart if she watched people stop loving her. It was selfish but it was her only way.

"Sam."

The voice of her sister made Sam look over at her. Things were still tense with them that she wasn't sure what to expect from Tara. She gulps "yes Tara." She spoke softly. "Everything ok?" Tara steps forward with her eyes drawn down. "What is it about Y/N that has you wrapped around her finger? Why do you like her?" She asked harshly.

Sam smiled a little. "She's a very good person. She also really understands me, even when I don't understand myself. She's a great person with a beautiful soul." She said.

"Are you using her to replace me? Am I no longer good enough for you?" Tara asked tearfully.

Sam's wall came crumbling down when she saw the tears in Tara's eyes. "No. God, no Tara I'm not replacing you. I could never replace you. You're my sister and nothing is ever going to change that." She said. "I love you."

That caught Tara off guard because that was never said to her. Christina stopped caring when she was eight and her father left without even caring about how it would affect her. Sam was there but knowing that she pulled away made her feel like Sam too didn't like her. She's never felt love before.

"How do I even know if that's true? How can I trust you?" She asked.

Sam holds her hand. "Because I'm never going to leave you. No matter where life takes us I'm always going to be here for you even when I'm not here." She said. Tara heard her words loud and clear for the first time since she's been back, and only now does she believe her. "Thank you."

Meeting you at the bar where you guys first met Sam was nervous because she was about to lay it all out on the table. She no longer wanted to go slow, she wanted a label. She wanted to move forward in the relationship and she really hopes that's what you wanted as well.

"You wanted to talk." You said when you arrived.

Sam nodded as she straightens herself out. "Yes. I was hoping that we could talk about the next step in our relationship because I ready to move forward." She said. You looked at her with soft eyes. "Are you saying that you are ready to be my girlfriend?" She asked. Sam nodded with a smile. "I'm more than ready." She said. You smiled back as you took her hand. "Then let's make this official. Girlfriend." You said. Sam's smile grow at that. "Girlfriend."

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin