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secretxnight · 1 year
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Tag drop 2: Ryunosuke Tsunashi
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wasawattpadkid · 1 year
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Housewife
Part - 8
Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?
Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader
Warnings for this series: ⚠️graphic⚠️ murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, canon typical violence, guns, suicide,
Part 1
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"Can this skirt go any lower?" You tugged at the fabric. "It can but any lower and your bush is likely to show." Tatum laughed fixing the skirt back where she had it. "Yeah no. I'm not wearing this. It doesn't fit anyways." She rolled her eyes grabbing your bell bottoms. "Okay then, wear these again but I'm going to pick out a shirt." Sydney was already changed. She was busy fixing her hair while you and Tatum fought over clothes. "Here." You changed into your pants and put on the crop top Tatum gave you. "Oh yeah this is 10 times better. Wait." She rummaged through her jewelry box handing you a gold chain necklace.
You pulled it on over your head and she just laughed. "No. Give it to me." She wrapped it around your exposed waist latching it behind you. "There, it's a belly chain." Of course she would have something with a name like that. "Now just fix your hair and we'll be ready to go." You walked into the bathroom with Sydney giving her a look. "Honestly you look really cute. Tatum likes to be a little over the top." She couldn't have warned you earlier? "Thanks." You quickly fixed your hair to the best of your ability.
Your lipgloss was sticky and your purse was light on your shoulder. Dewy looked you up and down quickly looking away when he realized what he was doing. "You kids ready?" He said as he looked around the room. "Let's go party!" Tatum shouted pulling you and Sydney to the car. Dewy barley had time to grab his keys. "Please don't drink too much tonight mom would flip if she found out." Tatum sighed. "I know Dewy thank you."
Dewy dropped you and your friends off at the grocery store leaving you to pick up some food. "Hey can you go grab the cheese dip?" Tatum asked you. "Sure thing." You walked through the store not sure where anything was. Hell you didn't even know what kind of cheese dip she wanted. You grabbed a random one hoping it would do the trick. "This work?" You met the two at the end of the isle. "Perfect." She sat the can in the cart along with other snacks. "Anything else?"
Once everything was paid for Dewy drove you and your friends to familiar house of Stu Macher. "Don't have too much fun." He said as you all jumped out bags in hand. "There's a lot of people here." You said a little anxious. "This is nothing you should've been at the pool party he threw sophomore year." The front door was wide open letting anyone in. You looked around the crowded house of inebriated teenagers. Tatum and Sydney walked with purpose towards the kitchen.
"Oh that's mature." Tatum said watching her boyfriend hold up a funnel that another boy was chugging a beer from. "You're late. The party's done started without you. My man." He high-fived the boy as he stood up. Sydney and Tatum shook their head with a laugh. "Damn I didn't know who you were for a second. Tatum you didn't say you were bringing Barbie to the party." Stu eyed you up and down but it made you feel gross. This outfit wasn't you and "Barbie" is not the nickname you unfortunately grew fond of.
"She cleans up nice doesn't she?" Tatum said proud of her work. "Hand me a beer." You said making Stu's smile fall just a bit. He knew he couldn't break character not when every little thing counted tonight. "One beer coming up." He turned grabbing an unopened bottle on the counter passing it to you. "You'll need this." He pitched you the bottle opener letting you pop the lid yourself. "Is Billy here?" Sydney asked looking at the crowd. "I sent him on a beer run so he'll be late." Sydney nodded deciding to find the nearest couch.
You took a swig of the disgusting liquid trying not to make a face. "Is it good sweetheart?" Stu teased knowing you'd never drank before. "It's great thanks." You said hoping to drink a couple more of those and speed up the night. Tatum soon dragged Stu away leaving you standing in the kitchen. "You're that chick that wears all that I love Lucy shit to school right?" Some asshole asked making you take a big swig of the fermented liquid. It was going to be a long ass night.
An hour passed with no sign of who you thought were your friends. The kitchen had cleared leaving you with a bunch of empty beer bottles that weren't yours. You were barley able to finish the one. "There you are I've been looking all over for ya." Your eyes were closed in all honesty they burned too much to stay open. Stu looked at your sleeping form quickly rewriting the plan. "Y/n?" He poked and shook you but you didn't utter a word praying for him to just leave you alone. "Works for me." He threw you over his shoulder similar to how he picked up Tatum earlier that day. Your purse strap drug into your neck as he held you upside down. All the kids were too excited to notice your limp body being carried around by the host. Quickly he laid you in the coat closet in a what he assumed was a drunken stupor.
It was a better idea than you getting hit in his book. He would hate if something actually bad happened to you. Stu shut the door and checked the time. "All right everybody curfew!" Stu shouted ushering everyone out of the home. "Tatum come on!" Sydney yelled to an almost empty house. "Do you know where she is?" Stu shrugged. "Nah I haven't seen her." Billy appeared at the front door on schedule. "Hmm what are you doing here?" Stu said his acting wasn't winning him any awards. "I was hoping I could talk to Syd alone."
"I'll tell you what why don't you guys go up to my parents room. You can talk or whatever." Stu clapped his hands suggestively. "Subtlety Stu you should look it up." Billy shook his head at his eager friend. Stu bit his lip in anticipation. "No, no he's right. We do need to talk." Sydney said holding out her hand. As Billy walked in he hit Stu in the groin playfully. "Ooh." Stu said in pain. Time went on, Tatum was still no where to be seen almost forgotten while Sydney and Billy holed up in the room upstairs. Stu laid out watching Halloween with some stragglers from the party.
Randy stood up pausing the movie. "There are rules to surviving a horror movie." He went on with his rant the crowd getting rowdy ever so often. "Alright I'm getting another beer you want one?" He asked randy as he walked towards the kitchen. "Yeah sure." Slowly Stu opened his eyes wide about to piss Randy off. "I'll be right back!" He said those forbidden words making everyone shout. "See you push the laws and you end up dead. Okay I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife." Randy proclaimed. Stu had no intention on going back into the living room.
Upstairs Billy started to put his shirt back on. "You okay?" He asked Sydney not really caring about her answer. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." She grabbed a hairbrush from the night stand brushing out her hair. "Where's the beer?" She asked as she pulled on her shoes. "What?" Billy asked fixing his shirt. "Well Stu said you were late to the party because he told you to go get beer. I was just wondering where it was because when I saw you, you were empty handed." Billy tied his shoes thinking of a quick answer. "I dropped it off in the garage."
Sydney shook her head to herself not believing him. "You don't think I'm the killer do you?" She breathed out a laugh turning to look at him. "No. I just think the timing is funny thats all. For you to show up at my place after Casey was murdered would be a pretty good alibi. Running out go murder people just to show up here with me after the fact. It would be smart that's all." Billy's eyes were hollowed of emotion as he starred at the woman he so despised. "Really?" His voice was flat different than just seconds ago. Slowly he stood up leaning on the bed with his hands. "What do I have to do to prove to you I'm not a killer?" His whole demeanor scared Sydney. "Oh my God." She said as everything seemed to make sense.
Sydney glanced up seeing the killer slowly come up behind Billy. "Huh?" He asked growing impatient. "Oh my God." She backed away terrified. "Sydney." Billy pleaded. "Billy watch out!" She cried watching her boyfriend get stabbed to death by the masked man. Sydney sobbed as Billy reached his bloody hand out whispering her name with what little air he had left. Ghostface chased after her all through the upstairs of the house. Luckily for the man under the mask it was his home. He knew the layout better than anyone. Sydney opened up the attic window screaming for help. She climbed through praying for someone to save her.
Ghostface grabbed her arm causing her to fall back off the roof and onto the boat. The wind was knocked out of her from the fall. As fast as she could Sydney rolled of the boat onto the ground. Looking up she could see her friend Tatum, hanging bludgeoned and bloody from the garage door. She couldn't bring herself to scream at the sight all she knew was she needed to run. Ghostface disappeared from the window running downstairs to see the coat closet door open with you no longer in it.
"Fuck." He cursed running outside to find Sydney. She had jumped into the news van screaming at the man inside that a killer was chasing her. The camera man stood with the door open waiting for the hidden camera placed by the News reporter to catch up showing where ghostface had went. As he turned around to look towards the house ghostface slit his throat like a warm knife through butter. Sydney screamed trying to shut the door but the man in the mask was faster. The hunting knife now wiped clean by the hygiene conscious killer stabbed the girls shoulder making her cry out.
Quickly she crawled through the van leaving ghostface behind. Dewy and the reporter ran towards the commotion hoping to help whomever needed it. Dewy wanted to save the day while his date wanted the notoriety from it. "Gale use the phone in the van and call for backup. I'm going inside." He said like a selfless hero not knowing what horrors awaited him inside. Gale saw the pool of blood quickly realizing she was in one of the many stories she's exploited. Without much thought she jumped in the driver's seat grabbing the phone.
"What's going on?" Randy asked being met with a phone to the face. She hit him several times till he eventually fell to the ground nose broken and bloody. She threw the phone starting the van instead. If she was saving anyone, it was going to be herself. Blood covered the windshield blocking the view of the road. Turning on the windshield wipers she gasped at the gorey scene. As she drove the car hitting the breaks, the body of her camera man slowly fell into view. She scream trying to fling him from the car. Just as he hit the ground Sydney ran out screaming bloody murder.
The van spun out of control off into the grass hitting a tree head on. Without checking on the driver Sydney ran back towards the house. Her screams stopped once she understood no one could hear her but the killer. She had lost all her friends. Billy, Tatum, and presumably you. She watched as Dewy stood at the front door. "Dewy!" She yelled thankful to have someone help fight off death himself. "Sydney?" He asked as he fell to the floor. The same hunting knife sticking from his back. "No, No!" She screamed watching ghostface pull the knife from his back.
Running back she shut herself into Dewy's car. Hitting a button to lock all the doors. Sydney searched for a key but it was nowhere to be found. Turning to her left she saw the killer shake the keys taunting her. He dropped to the ground out of eyesight. The doors all unlocked at once leaving her to quickly manually lock them back. Seeing the radio on the dash she grabbed the mic clicking the button on. "Hello! Help me please I'm at Stu Macher's house on turner lane. That's 261 turner lane please he's gonna kill me-"
Ghostface grabbed her by the neck but Sydney quickly flipped around kicking him repeatedly. She fell out of the car running to grab Dewy's gun. "Sydney!" Randy screamed. "Sydney, Jesus we need to get the fuck out of here!" She cocked the gun ready to fire if need be. "Stop right there!" Her words were deadly. Stu came from the left gaining up on the limping Randy. "It's him Syd." Stu said distraught. "He killed Billy, you killed my friend!" Randy inched closer making Sydney back up into the open house. "You did." Randy said and Stu yelled back "You killed him!" Stu cried.
"I didn't." Randy defended himself as Stu threw him to the gravel. "Sydney baby please give me that gun. Give me the gun it's him I swear." Stu cried with outreached arms. "Fuck you both!" She spit as she slammed the door in their faces. Stu and Randy beat on the door trying to convince Sydney to open it. "Go away!" She sobbed. Billy crawled to the steps in pain. "Syd?" She gasped as her boyfriend fell down the steps. "Oh my God!" She helped him up as he mumbled almost incoherently.
Billy inched his way to the door. "No the killer's out there!" Sydney warned. "Give me the gun. Give me the gun it's okay." His voice was clearer now lacking the debilitating pain that was evident moments ago. "It's okay." He whispered taking the gun from his girlfriend. He opened the door letting Randy run in. "Woah woah get in." He said looking around outside before shutting the door. "Stu's flipped out. He's gone mad." Randy said scared out of his mind. "We all go a little mad sometimes." Billy delivered his line shooting Randy for dramatic effect.
Sydney cried running to Randy's aid. Scratching his head with the barrel of the gun Billy spoke. "Anthony Perkins, Psycho." Sydney stood up looking at the stranger she's known for years. Sucking the fake blood from his finger tip he smiled. "Corn syrup, the same stuff they used for pigs blood in Carrie." The tired girl stumbled backwards mumbling small protests trying to tell herself this wasn't real.
Stu stood in the doorway to the kitchen looking just as upset as Sydney. She covered her face next to his chest seeking refuge. "Stu... Help me please." She pleaded. Slowly he revealed that little box that has helped end so many lives. "Surprise Sydney."
It was freezing outside but you've been through worse. Slowly you crept around the house trying to find a way in. The front door was opened a brunette walking slowly into the house. You watched as she quietly picked up the gun sitting on the counter. "I'm feeling woozy here!" Stu said in distress having more life threatening wounds than his partner. Billy and Stu turned towards the sound of a pained gasp. They watched as Gale Weathers and the gun hit the floor. "Y/n?" Stu asked as you stared shocked at what you'd just done. "She was going to shoot you."
"Y/n please help they're crazy!" Sydney cried out. "You had one fucking job Stu!" Billy yelled. "Give me the knife Y/n and I won't hurt you." Billy watched the facade fall. Like a scene in a play, the act was over. "Are you serious? You won't hurt me?" Both the boys were obviously confused not knowing what to do next. "Billy Loomis. You really don't remember me do you?" He cocked his head to the side not wanting to do this right now. "I'm not playing your silly game-" You picked up the gun switching the safety off.
"Shut the fuck up. I'm done hearing you talk. Bossing people around thinking you know everything. You don't know shit." Stu looked genuinely scared while Billy was just amused. "Middle school was hell for me. I was being beat up and mistreated every, fucking, day. Until one day you stood up for me. Broke the assholes nose who was trying to pull off my shirt, do you remember that?" His eyes lit up remembering that day very vividly. That was the first time he had ever hit someone. "I fell in love with you that second. You cared about me enough to stop the endless cycle of hate that was putting me on the fast track to an early death."
"I didn't even know you. Any guy would stop something like that." You laughed at that. "You'd be surprised. The teachers I came crying to didn't give two shits, my own fucking family told me just to "stand up for myself or grow a backbone" and things like this wouldn't happen. Is it so wrong to need someone's help?" Stu shook his head as if you were directing this whole thing towards him. "Do you remember what you did the week afterwards?" You asked Billy.
His brain frantically searched for some semblance of a memory. "No I don't." He replied honestly. "Well before school started I walked up to you and your friends. I told you that I liked you and wanted to take you out sometime. The old fashioned way. Your friends laughed because they knew me as the push over slut bag everyone took me for. But you." You pushed the gun forward gritting your teeth. The pain of it all coming right back to you like it happened yesterday. "You were different, you stood up for people. You were a hero, my hero. So what did you do? You saw your friends laughing and felt embarrassed. You laughed in my face calling me a "crazy bitch.""
"And you're not?" Billy snapped feeling like a fly caught in a web. You laughed. "What does all this make you Einstein. News flash you're not Norman Bates. You're just a man. That's scarier than every monster on the screen." You paced back and forth never taking an eye off anyone in the room. "Just give this up the cops are on their way I called them." Sydney cried making both the boys panic. "Did you check the cord to the radio Syd? I cut it after you took a little hike. Anyways where was I?" You tapped the tip of the knife in your other hand to your chin in thought. Sydney spewed curse words at you but you had bigger fish to fry.
"That's right. You laughed but that wasn't enough for you, no. You told your friends you slept with me and they told their friends, eventually everyone knew me as a whore. Funny thing is I had never done a sinful thing in my life. I was just a kid who wanted someone to care about me! To protect me in a way I couldn't protect myself." Tears fell from your eyes but you weren't crying. "I left my grandparents house moving away with my dad. It wasn't until I saw the headline "local woman murdered viciously in Woodsboro" that I came up with a plan."
Sydney hung her head loudly sobbing. "I saw a picture of You and Sydney and it all came back to me. You were good once Billy I could see that from the moment I met you but something rotted inside of you and don't you dare blame it on her or her mother." You pointed towards Sydney. "I dyed my hair, changed the way I dressed, the way I talked, the movies I liked, everything I made specifically for you. And it worked! Your sorry ass fell for it. Everything you thought you knew about me was a lie."
"You called Sydney..." Stu said in astonishment. This should scare him but it didn't in the slightest. Stu realized he had been looking up to the wrong person all along. "I did! That night at my house I put Zolpidem in your food. You two were too busy staring at my ass to notice. While you were both dead asleep I used the voice box I stole from Stu's home Wednesday night to call Sydney. Oh but how did I know about your little plan you ask? Well while I was roaming through your house that night I found the ghostface costumes and your little voice boxes. And Stu baby, you had your whole plan written down in your diary."
Billy's eyes widened with rage. "Don't look at him like that Loomis." You snapped at the boy grabbing his attention once again. "This is about you and me. All I wanted was to take care of you and when I found out you and Stu were a package deal I was down for double the chores. Cooking, cleaning, sewing, the works. I thought we could be our own fucked up nuclear family. But you can't do a damn thing right. I've got yet another mess to clean up." You gestured around to the blood splattered kitchen.
"Like I said before men are cocky. They go in and they play around. So I'll give you a choice Billy. You can finish this." You waved the gun at Sydney and her father causing her to cry out begging you to stop. "Sydney this has nothing to do with me. I'm here on personal business. Now either take care of this and we three walk out of here alive or I'll take care of it and be the sole survivor of the Woodsboro massacre."
"You're one sick bitch you know that?" Billy spat as he picked up his knife. "Yeah well we all have our flaws." You look over at Stu watching him go in and out of consciousness. "Stu get up and come with me honey." Slowly the injured man limped over to you. "I'm going to check his wounds. Don't think you're smarter than me cause you're not. Finish what you started." You walked Stu into the living room sitting him down on the couch. The sounds of Sydney's screams piercing your eardrums. You lifted his shirt seeing how many stabs wounds he had and where. "Why are you doing this?"
"Love makes you do crazy things Stuart. Now, most of these wounds should be fine but the one by your stomach looks really deep so I want you to put pressure on it." Sydney's screams stopped as you continued to help Stu. "I want you to know what you did here tonight was really fucking stupid." You said a little disappointed in your easily manipulated friend. Stu started crying pulling you into a bloody hug. "I just wanted to start over." You knew how that felt. "We will." You whispered as you pulled away. "Keep putting pressure." You reminded as you stood up.
Walking back into the kitchen you saw Sydney's lifeless body. "Okay before you kill him," You pointed towards the tied up man. "You need his DNA under her finger nails. Did she scratch you at all?" Billy shook his head. You leaned down grabbing her hand forcing her nails across her father's skin. "She doesn't look like she put up a fight." Billy quipped acting like a detective all of a sudden. "The moment she saw it was her father she would put her guard down a little thinking she could somehow talk him out of it. This is fine, take care of him and I'll make sure she's dead." You walked towards Gale hearing her ragged breath. "I'm sorry. I couldn't let you hurt them." You apologized before stabbing her once more.
Billy smiled at the words you thought he couldn't hear. He thought you were crazy and you certainly were but you were crazy for him. You could've turned them both in and saved yourself some time yet here you were helping out. Not cause your sick and love to kill. But because you loved them. You were protecting them, the one thing you wanted for yourself that's why you were so mad.
"Give me the gun and leave I don't want you to see this." You laughed rasing your voice slightly to ask Stu a question. "Stu, honey where do you keep your dish towels?" Stu answered with what little energy he had left. "Thanks." You walked over the corpse in the floor grabbing a red colored dish cloth. The gun was soon wiped clean of your finger prints. "Prop him up in the corner when you do it, make sure to keep the towel around the gun when you fire. After that put it in his grip. Do you know if he's right handed or left?" Billy just looked at you stupid making you face palm.
"Which wrist is his watch on?" Billy crouched rolling the man over as he yelled against duck tape. "Left." Billy stood back up waiting for your directions. "Okay so he's right handed. Don't fuck this up Billy." You handed him the gun wrapped in the rag. "We don't have much time. Speed this up." You stood waiting for him to finish it. "Please leave. Just go watch Stu. I don't want you to see this." You didn't understand the change in heart considering the amount of blood on every surface in this house and the body laying at your feet. Billy however actually listened to what you said. You'd never been taken care of and he was going to right his wrongs. He would fix this.
Stu would get his sequel, rom com or not and you would get the security you always wanted. "Okay but don't pull any shit or I'll kill you." Billy laughed at an incredibly inappropriate time. "Understood." You walked into the room with Stu noticing he was asleep. "Fuck. Wake up babe." You shook the boy slowly getting a response. "Hey come on I'm going to take you outside the cold air might help you stay away." Stu mumbled a response as you dragged him outside.
Stu jumped at the sudden gunshot making him cry once more. Blood loss sure does make a person emotional. "Hey, hey, shh. I'm right here." His head rested on your chest as you rocked him back and forth. "My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me." He cried and you giggled. "Nobody's going to find out. It's okay." Billy stepped outside looking at the two of you huddled together. "Y/n?"
"Yeah what's up?" You asked laying Stu down on the porch. "I need help cleaning some stuff up." That's what you were good at. Quickly you got rid of some evidence, cleaned some things, and now came time for more blood. "The rags around it just stab me right here." You pointed to the spot knowing it wouldn't do much damage. Billy held your knife with a now shaky hand. "I can't." You scoffed. "You threatened to hurt me earlier just do it." He shook his head. "I can't hurt you." This conversation was starting to piss you off. "That's bullshit you've hurt me before just fucking stab me already."
"I won't." He said through gritted teeth. "You said everyone has a reason for doing something. I had my reasons for killing whether you think they're bullshit or not is irrelevant. I've got a reason to change now, to be better." You rolled your eyes grabbing the wrapped knife. "Where did you get that thing anyway?" Billy asked pointing to the exact same knife they had. "I just bought the same one that Stu had stashed at his place. It fit in my purse so the rest is history." You held the knife where you wanted it before running right into a wall lodging the knife deep within your skin. "Mother fucker!" You screamed at the pain.
"Why the fuck would you do that?" He said shocked by what just happened. "We've got to convince everyone we are the victims. Neil is a big guy he's killing everyone I'm not an exception." Billy cursed under his breath. "You are the smartest dumb woman I've ever met." Billy pulled the knife from your side making you cry out and hit the floor. Billy's hand rested on your forehead not really sure how to comfort you. "Just breathe?" He asked making you laugh through the pain. "I'm not in labor asshat go put his fingerprints on the knives while I call 911." Billy didn't move. "Now." You said trying to lift yourself up. He stood helping you up to your feet.
Billy laid the one weapon next to Sydney making sure to put Neil's finger prints on it. While the other fit in his pocket. "Now go lay somewhere and don't fall asleep. After all of this you can't die on me." You told him as you picked up the phone. "911 what's-" You coughed into the phone cutting the woman off. "Please help me!" You cried making it sound like you didn't have much time left. "What's your location ma'am?" Fuck you didn't know Stu's address but then again why would you. "I don't know... I- I went to a party with my friends and everyone's dead." You cried throwing in moans of pain. "Are there any mailboxes or road signs around?"
"I've been stabbed..." You said quietly actually getting light headed. "Ma'am I need you to stay with me is there a mailbox or road sign around?" She repeated being absolutely useless. You thought back to when you met them for the first time. Things were simple then. The drive over with Stu laughing and cracking jokes, and Billy spent the whole ride brooding trying not to laugh at your jokes. You could barley remember the bent up road side. "Turner lane." You said as you dropped the phone landing right beside it. "Ma'am? Ma'am are you there?"
Billy laid in the kitchen floor just a little away from the two corpses. As he looked up at the ceiling his body started to ache even more now that the adrenaline was wearing off. He had been selfish he realized that now. Billy had two wonderful people who loved and cared for him and he did nothing but use the both of you. He was going to change he swore on it. That sickening feeling of fear crept into his stomach once again at the thought of something happening to you or Stu. You may have lied to him. One could say he didn't know the real you at all. You were a first for Billy, you were the first person to scare him, the first person to stand up to him, and the first person he truly wanted to save.
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i-hate-people-1 · 28 days
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~Mid to west~
Part 2
Eddie Munson x Henderson reader road trip au
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson Reader
Warnings:none
Word count: 3,782
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An hour into your trip, you hear the first dreaded “I have to pee.” Of course, it came from Dustin.
"Really, come on, man, we’re barely even a town over,” Eddie groaned, pulling into the next gas despite his sentiment.
“I’m sorry,” he whined, dashing out of the car the moment Eddie put it in park.
“Maybe we should all try to and we can grab some snacks” Steve suggested Ever, the mother of the group.
"Ugh, fine,” Eddie groaned, throwing his head back. “But no drinks!” He yelled as your friends dashed out of the vehicle. “I mean it!”
“There’s no way they actually listen,” you told him, giggling as you got out of the car Eddie close behind.
“My lady,” Eddie said, smiling brightly as he opened the door for you, bowing slightly.
“Why thank you, kind sir,” you said, giggling and curtsying as you walked in.
After using the restroom, you were scanning the isles for a snack. Indecisive as ever, you finally settled on a bag of Cheez-Its, a pack of gum, and a nougat bar Dustin’s favorite for when he inevitably complains about being snacky (when he’s hungry but doesn’t want real food).
"This all,” the teen at the counter asked. Well, you think she was asking, but her deadpan tone made it hard to tell.
"Yup,” you said, smiling.
She looked up from your snacks, her unamused glare fixed on you.
“Hey sweetheart, spot me a pack of smokes?" You felt his arm before you heard his voice as he hung it lazily over your shoulder.
Casual touches like this almost fooled you enough to think that the boy you’ve been crushing on since you saw him perform at the middle school talent show actually liked you, or at least thought of you as more than his friends older sister, but then reality would always come crashing down on you when you remembered that Eddie was like that with everyone the pet names, teasing remarks, and touching. I mean, the boy was a walking ball of love to give, constantly looking for a new friend or a new lost sheep he could take under his wing.
No matter how many people teased him, judged him unfairly, or called him the most unspeakable things, he never gave up and always kept that signature Eddie Munson smile that simultaneously lit up the room and made you weak in the knees.
“Y/N?” Eddie asked, his concern-ridden face pulling you out of your thoughts as his arm slid awkwardly off your shoulder.
“Oh, yeah, I can,” you said, turning back to the unamused teen. “Uh, and a pack of Malboro Reds, please,” you told the cashier, surprised that the frown she was wearing could get deeper.
“You know my brand?” You could practically hear the shock in his voice—a deep blush taking over your cheeks.
"Yeah, I guess,” you mumbled as you paid for your things, purposely avoiding his eyes that were boring into you. “What?” You asked, turning back to look at him and handing him the cigarettes.
His doe eyes were soft, and there was a remnant of a smile he was holding back on his face.
"Nothing,” he answered through an awkward cough. “Come on, sunshine, the ass crack of America awaits.” He finished turning around to grab the door for you.
You quickly followed, telling the teen at the counter thank you and to have a nice day.
As you made it outside, Eddie broke off to go lean against the wall to smoke. As you finally made it back to the van, your cheeks were still ablaze from your interaction.
Everyone but Steve had made it back to the van, already getting settled in, to hopefully not stop for at least a couple hours.
After about 5 minutes, Eddie and Steve returned, Steve having two huge bags of snacks, so you wouldn’t have to get any more, hopefully.
"Alright, hellions, buckle up. We’re not stopping for a while,” Eddie said, pulling out of the gas station. “I’m just kidding. Of course, my van does not have seatbelts.”
***
"Eddie, I’m hungry,” Lucas whined, poking the boy in the cheek. “Can we please stop? You made us skip lunch.” He finished continuing to poke him.
"Sinclair, you poke me one more time, and I’ll cut your hand off and make you eat it. How’s that sound for dinner?” Eddie said it through clenched teeth and crazy eyes.
Lucas stopped his finger inches away from the boy's cheek cautiously after a moment of testing the waters; he seemingly gave up pulling his hand back.
Eddie let out a sigh of relief, unclenching his jaw, and everything was peaceful for about two seconds until Lucas decided that poking the bear was the best idea he could think of, poking Eddie’s cheek once more, smirking mischievously.
“That’s it!” Eddie yelled, pulling off to the side of the road, making all of you tussle in place as he abruptly stopped the car out of his seat as quick as lightning to tackle the younger boy to the ground. He was so quick, you almost missed the smirk fall off of Lucas’s face and the horror take over his eyes.
Which is how you found yourself in the driver's seat, looking out for a place to stop for dinner, with Eddie in the passenger seat slumped down, arms crossed over his chest as he pouted.
"Alright, let’s all get some food in us and stretch our legs, yeah?” You asked as you pulled into the first dinner you’d spotted.
Lucas and Dustin rushed out of the vehicle, the former fully recovering from the tackle he’d taken.
Robin Max and Steve took more time getting out, following the two rambunctious boys.
You, however, stayed in the van, waiting for the boy in the passenger seat to look anywhere but out the window quietly.
"Oh, come on, Ed's, you know you're hungry too,” you said, turning in your seat to face him fully. “And maybe your a tad hangry, and that’s why you tackled Lucas?”
"No, I tackled him because the little shit wouldn’t stop poking me,” Eddie snapped, finally turning to you, and while the vicious gaze of Eddie Munson was terrifying for most people, you thought it was adorable. He looked like a puppy trying to threaten you like a teddy bear with a knife.
“So you’re saying if it had been Steve in the driver's seat and he wouldn’t stop to get you food, you wouldn’t have done the same thing?” You challenged him, raising a brow. His frown softened a bit, a mischievous glint in his eyes, you assume, at the thought of annoying Steve Harrington.
"See, you’d think it was hilarious if it were Steve; your little sheep was just following in your footsteps.”
"Yeah, but they’re supposed to annoy other people, not me,” he grumbled, though you could tell he was starting to come around.
“Oh well, now you’re just asking too much,” you teased. “Now come on, I’ll buy you a milkshake,” you told him, hopping out of the driver's seat.
“Chocolate?” Eddie asked, head-whipped, to look at you.
"Ugh, fine, but I’m going to judge you for it,” you said, rolling your eyes as you shut the door and walked inside, Eddie following closely behind.
“Woah woah woah, sweetheart, are you trying to tell me you don’t like chocolate milkshakes?” Eddie asked, dramatic as ever, his hair whipping around as he shook his head.
“I mean, they’re fine, but vanilla is definitely better,” you said, shrugging. Eddie gasped loudly, clutching a hand to his chest.
“I can’t believe you just said that to me,” he said quickly as he pulled out a seat, gesturing for you to sit down.
You sat down flustered as Robin raised a brow at you, which only made your blush deepen.
“What’d you say to him?” Max asked.
“Get this, Red; she thinks vanilla milkshakes are better than chocolate,” Eddie scoffed before you could get a word.
Leading the table into a lively debate, with some taking your side while others took Eddie’s.
“You guys are all wrong. It’s obviously strawberry." Steve cut in your heads, all turning to him with disgusted looks.
"Okay, everyone can at least agree that Steve’s wrong, right?” Robin asks, eyes darting around the group as you all nod, “All right, it’s unanimous, Steve’s an idiot.” She finishes, and Steve looks offended while all of you laugh.
"Alright, I need to go smoke. You guys stress me out." Eddie shook his head, smiling.
“Those things will kill you,” you said, popping a fry into your mouth.
"Hey, you’re the one supplying me, so don’t get all high and mighty on me now, princess,” Eddie smirked as you rolled your eyes.
“That was a temporary lapse in judgment; I was distracted,” you shrugged, trying to play it cool, though the obvious blush on your face was giving you away.
"Aww, you saying I distract ya doll face?” Eddie asked, leaning in close.
"Ew, dude, are you really flirting with my sister right now?” Dustin interrupted, gagging immediately after he got the question out.
“See what I mean? Little fuckers are so annoying, I’m surprised I don’t smoke more,” he groaned, placing a cigarette between his lips as he stood up and made his way to the door.
“I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” you announced, getting up and speed-walking to the bathroom flustered.
"Really, Dustin,” Max scolded, smacking him in the back of the head.
"Ow, what was that for?”
“You totally just ruined their moment. Eddie was finally growing some balls, and you just stomped on them,” Lucas explained.
“What?” Dustin asked again, and the poor boy was obviously very confused.
"Really, Dustin, do we have to explain everything to you? You’re not a child,” Steve quipped sarcastically.
“What these doofuses are getting at is that Eddie has just now started shooting his shot, and you might have just deterred him for another what is it like nine years?.” Robin explained hoping the young boy would catch on.
"Wait, are you guys saying Eddie actually likes Y/N?”
“Oh my gosh, look at those boys. Sherlock finally figured one out,” Steve said, slow-clapping.
“Shut up, Steve,” Dustin seethed. “So Eddie likes Y/N? Does she like him?”
"Obviously,” Max yelled, quickly apologizing when most of the eyes in the restaurant turned to her.
“So all those times he’s called her hot, he wasn’t just doing that to annoy me?” Dustin asked, still bewildered by the new information.
“While I’m sure that is a perk,Steve started sitting up in his chair to pat Dustin on the back. “He’s got it; he's had it bad since his first senior year,Steve finished shrugging.
“I can’t believe one of my best friends has a crush on my sister, and none of you told me,” Dustin pouted.
“We thought you knew it was pretty obvious,” Max said, rolling her eyes.
“I don’t want to think about that; it’s gross.”
"Well, you better get used to it because our mission this trip is to get them together,” Robin told him as the group nodded in agreement. “And it was working perfectly without us having to do anything but put them in seats next to each other, and you might have just ruined it,” Robin grumbled.
“How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me?!” Dustin argued.
“Tell you what?” Eddie asked, making the group jump and turn to look at the boy.
"Umm, uh, that there’s been something in his teeth for a while,” Lucas said as casually as he could.
"Nice,” Max complemented under her breath.
“Okay?” Eddie said, taking a seat and continuing to eat his food, “Hey, where’s Y/N?” He asked through a mouth full of food.
“She went to the bathroom,” Steve shrugged, sipping his milkshake.
Eddie’s head instinctively snapped towards the bathroom door, a deep frown falling over his features. When he was met with the beautiful sight of your smile and the crushing feeling that washed over him, he saw a guy, the one making you smile.
Eddie’s glare made everyone’s eyes shift to the bathroom as you giggled behind your hand at something the boy said.
And before the smart part of Eddie’s brain could even think of telling him to stay seated, he was on his feet, speeding faster than he could think.
You noticed him before he could even get a word out, turning to smile at him. “Hey Eddie, what’s up?” You asked, brows furrowed, man; he was so screwed if all it took was you smiling at him to turn him into jelly.
"Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie said, composing himself to smirk at you. “Who's your friend?” He asked, glaring daggers into the man in front of you.
"Oh, this is Chad; he saw me looking at maps and said he’s traveling west too,” you told him, smiling.
“How convenient,” Eddie bit out, his voice lashing in sarcasm.
"Yeah, man, a total coincidence,” Chad said, returning Eddie’s glare.
The two men stood in unmoving silence, glaring daggers at each other. You furrowed your brows, looking between them, rolling your eyes as far back into your head as they could go at your realization. “Oh my, are you two having a staring contest right now?” you asked, shaking your head in disbelief.
You took their unblinking silence as an answer: “Stop it, you doofus!” You exclaimed, smacking his arm lightly.
“Hey!” Eddie shrieked, “You made me lose!”
“Lose what exactly? What would’ve happened at the end of that contest? What would you have won?” You asked, arms crossing over your chest.
“I’m not exactly a hundred percent on the rules, but I’m pretty sure he gets you now,” Eddie deadpanned.
“Dude, I thought we were just asserting dominance.”
Eddie looked at the man with an expression somewhere between shock, disgust, and anger. “And that’s who won, thanks to you, sweetheart.”
“I’m not some prize, Munson,” you scoffed, walking back towards your friends.
"Yeah, no shit. I was joking that dude never would’ve beat me fair and square anyway.”
“I don’t need you to fight my battles or win me, and also, I was just talking to someone new. What is your issue?” You asked, turning to face him as you made it out in front of the diner.
“What’s my issue?!” Eddie challenged, “I don’t know, haven’t you ever heard of stranger danger? The guy was practically eye-fucking you the whole conversation.”
“So?” You asked, making Eddie scoff.
“So? So?” He asked back in unbelief, “You know what? Fine, whatever have fun getting murdered in the back of some creeps van!” Eddie exclaimed, arms waving, as he turned on his heels to stomp to the van.
“You’re unbelievable, you know that,” you said, stomping after him, “and stop walking away.” You grabbed his hand, making him turn to you and ask, “Why do you care so much?”
Eddie pulled you towards him effortlessly, pinning you up against the back of the van out of view of your friends.
His breath was hot and rugged as it fanned over your face, his doe eyes peering into your soul as he examined your face, his gaze darting between your lips and eyes.
“I care because I want you to be mine,” he whispered in your ear, his hand coming up to cup the side of your neck as you sucked in a breath. “You want that, baby?” Eddie teased biting your earlobe, and you whimpered.
"Oh, don’t worry, pretty girl, you will soon enough,” Eddie told you, inches away from your face, lips so close to touching as your body tingled in anticipation. Just as Eddie was about to close the gap, you were abruptly pulled out of your false reality by the very person you made it for. As he shook your shoulder gently, “Hey, wake up, pretty girl, we’ve got to get back on the road,” he whispered, moving some hair out of your face.
A deep blush set in at the pet name—the same pet name he had just used in your dream—coming into the front of your mind—that little voice telling you he knew but there’s no way he could know, right?
The existential crisis must have been showing on your face because Eddie was looking at you concerned. “You okay, sunshine, you look a little dazed. Nap that good?” He asked, quirking a brow.
"Yeah,” you said almost too quickly, "um, I didn’t even realize I felt asleep.”
“Oh yeah, you feel asleep on my shoulder a few minutes after you came back from the bathroom,” he shrugged.
"Well, you have a comfortable shoulder, thanks, pal,” you said, froging him in the arm, quickly getting out of your seat and speed-walking to the van.
“That was painful,” Robin said as she exited the diner behind you.
“Did I just call him pal and punch him in the arm?” You asked, your head falling on her shoulder.
"Yeah, it was pretty hard to watch,” she deadpanned. "Robin,” you whined.
“Right, sorry,” she said as she started to run a comforting hand through your hair. “What even happened to get you that flustered?”
“I kind of had a sex dream about Eddie,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by her shoulder.
“You had a sex dream about Munson, while you were napping on him,?!?” she said a bit too loudly for your taste.
“Shhh Robin”
"Right, sorry, you had a sex dream about Munson?” She repeated it in a whisper.
"Well, kind of, I was woken up before any actual sex happened, but that’s where it was leading,” you told her, finally lifting your head. “What am I going to do? I feel like a perv.”
"Okay, first of all, it’s completely natural, and second, maybe that’s your subconscious way of telling you to, you know, make a move,” Robin said, biting her thumb nail.
“You think I should make a move on him? Does he even like me?” You asked, pulling Robin's thumb away from her mouth.
“Are you kidding me? You were totally just drooling all over him in your sleep, and he didn’t even bat an eye at the guys.”
“I drooled on him.” You half asked, half whined, her head failing back into place on her shoulder.
***
“Did she just call me Pal?" Eddie asked through a dejected sigh, slumping in his seat.
"Yeah, she also drooled on you a little bit,” Dustin pointed out, poking a spot on his shoulder over the table.
“And I find that unbelievably adorable. I’m so fucked. I just got pal zoned. I think that’s worse than the friend zone,” Eddie whined, beating his head on the table.
"Oh, stop that. She didn’t mean anything by it. She just got flustered. She likes you, okay. Stop stressing and dancing around it flirtatiously and just ask her out.” Dustin told him, his eyes rolling as far back into his head as they could go.
“She said that?” Eddie’s head perked up like a puppy who had just been offered a treat.
“Not exactly, but I’m her brother, and a brother knows." Dustin shrugged, standing up. “Just go for it, man, she’s into you. I promise, just you know, maybe don’t do it in front of me because gross.”
“When did you get so wise?” Steve asked, hands on his hips, sassy as ever.
“I’ve always been wise; you deepshits just never notice,” he said, sticking his chin high as he walked off.
“No wonder his head is so big; it’s got to fit that massive ego.”
***
It’s been two hours since you stopped for dinner and 12 since you started the trip as a whole. Eddie had driven for another hour after you stopped before you made him stop and let Steve drive before he felt asleep at the wheel.
Steve and Robin were now in front. Robin passed out until Steve would shake her awake to ask for directions.
And other than the sound of Steve’s quiet humming and soft snores coming from the kids, the van was quiet.
Eddie was out cold the second his head hit the makeshift pillow of his waded-up leather jacket, stirring occasionally to find a more comfortable position.
You were in the limbo between resting and actually sleeping, not completely awake and not completely asleep, when you felt something touch your side. You turned your head, smiling sleepily at the sight in front of you. Eddie, who was already close due to the big group and limited space you had in the back of the van, had moved to lay on his side, one arm curled under his arm to replace the jacket that was now thrown over his body lazily, his other hand poking out just barely grazing your side. You could feel the coldness of his fingers through the thin material of your tank top.
You sat up frowning on the lookout for another blanket, but it seemed that every one was being occupied. After a few minutes of trying to plan in your sleepy state, you finally decided on just sharing yours with him. It wasn’t huge, but you think it could fit over both of you if you shifted a little closer.
You gently pulled the leather jacket off him, setting it aside, grabbing his hand, and moving it closer to his own body as slowly as you could, smiling proudly when you managed to do so without disturbing him.
After shifting as close as you could without actually touching the boy, you took your time situating the blanket, making sure it covered him as much as possible. You finally laid back down yourself, too tired to be anxious about the little amount of space between the two of you.
You had just closed your eyes when another touch pulled you out of your almost-sleep. This time it was more than a few fingers. Eddie was now curled into your side, arm thrown over your waist, head resting on your collarbone without even thinking you started lazily ruining a hand through his curls, making him snuggle into you further. You felt your body relax against him, starting to pull you down into sleep, finally letting it take you. You lay there with a sleepy smile on your lips, content to lay like this the rest of the night. Even if you weren’t really sure where this would leave you, when you wake up, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Relaxing in the heat, his body was now suppling, finally closing your eyes to let sleep take you.
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Choi San x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: sexual harrasment
Synopsis: after being left traveling alone, everything takes a turn when you meet a kind stranger.
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You hated it. You hated the whole situation you found yourself in. Due to a clash in schedules, instead of travelling with your family this year, you had to go a week later. Alone. Even if you weren't a child, you'd never got a plane alone before. So here you were, sat by the gate waiting anxiously for boarding information. You just wanted to get on the plane. The quicker you got on, the quicker it would be over. Everyone around you seemed so happy, excited for their upcoming holiday. Or maybe they were returning home after a long trip. Why wasn't the screen changing? It was past your schedule time. You dreaded to think of who you'd end up next to on the plane. Luckily, you had an Isle seat. Either way, you just felt so alone. A sharp ring from the intercoms caught everyone's attention, alerting passengers to look for boarding information. You looked, your heart sunk.
𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 22:55
That was six hours away. Biting your lip, you watched as the other passengers left the gate in annoyance. Either going to the airport Hotel or one of the many places to eat. You couldn't bring yourself to move. Six hours longer, stuck there, alone. Picking at the fibers of your denim shorts, you wracked your brain for something to do. Just sit there? Waiting. No, because the gate would most likely change. Go get food? No, you felt so anxious it was making you nauseous.
"Excuse me?" A male voice broke you from your thoughts. Looking up, you found a young man standing in front of you. Wearing a large, very large but very warm looking, grey hoodie with the hood up. Red hair poked out the front, falling over his forehead and some over his eyes. Accompanied with oversized lightwash jeans and black converse, you were jealous of how comfortable the man looked. His face held a kind smile, but his eyes showed he was nervous.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I was just wondering, are you travelling alone?" Seeing the look of confusion on your face, he carried on talking quickly.
"I'm just asking because I am too. And I was wondering, if you wanted to come get some food with me? You know, so we're both not alone." Understanding now, why he had approached you, you contemplated it. The man didn't look like a murderer. He seemed to be friendly.
"Feel free to say no. You just look a little on edge." Hearing this, you smiled bashfully at the stranger.
"Just a bit. Sorry." Shaking his head, the man looked as though he understood.
"Dont apologise, I get it. So, what do you say? Crappy Airport food?" Giggling at his words, you found yourself nodding and standing up.
"Sounds better than sitting on my own. I'm (y/n) by the way." Clearly relieved you had agreed, he beamed at you as you took hold of your travel bag.
"San. Nice to meet you." 'San' took a few steps backwards, just to make sure you were following, then turned on his heal to carry on.
"Theres a few cafés? In the mood for something sweet?" He asked, gazing over at you.
"Always." You replied, maybe a little to quickly. But San just chuckled, leading you both into the, surprisingly empty, cafe. Finding two worn down armchairs, you two placed your things down then looked over to the board.
"What are you thinking? I kind of want cake." Liking what he was saying, you hummed.
"Cake sounds good. What type?" Before you could give your input of cake flavour, you found yourselves speaking at the same time.
"Chocolate." Surprised, you looked at each other before laughing.
"Good taste. You stay here. I'll go get it, what drink did you want?"
"Just, hot tea. Thanks." Bobbing his head at you, San went over to the counter whilst you sat yourself on one of the chairs. Now fully distracted from your flight and situation, you grabbed your purse and waited for him to return. You felt lucky, that you were no longer on your own. Even if it was spurradic, you were grateful.
"Here we go. I got you sugars for the tea." San placed the tray down, moving its contents onto the table then put it aside.
"Thank you. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing. Consider it a gift." Confused, you tilted your head, watching as he sipped his matcha latte.
"For what?" Gazing up at you, San put the plastic cup down.
"Our first date." He winked, heat rushing to your cheeks. Smirking, the red-head let out a laugh at your clearly flustered face. You busied yourself with putting your purse away.
"So, why are you travelling alone?" Surprised at his question, you stirred the sugar into your tea.
"Oh, well I had a final exam last week. So I couldn't fly with my parents. You?" San, who was focused on eating the frosting of his cake, locked eyes with you. Of course you had noticed how attractive this man was. His eyes were so pretty, smile seemingly drawing you in. Plus, his smile lines almost made you blush. It was slightly embarrassing. But San was clearly just not wanting to wait six hours alone. It wasn't as if there was anything else to it.
"I'm flying out to meet my friends. I couldn't get the week off work to go with them." You hummed again, taking a bite of your cake. Finding it to be better than expected, your eyes widened a little.
"Its good isn't it?" San had pretty much devoured his by now, showing he thought the same.
For the next few hours, you two sat in the cafe, discussing various topics. Like what he did for work, a dance instructor at his friends studio. You thought that was amazing. He too asked about your studies, allowing you to tell him all about it. San listened intently, giving you his full attention. You found it sweet that he was so intrigued. Eventually, your conversation drifted back to the holiday you were both about to embark on.
"So we've rented a villa for the next few weeks. Wooyoung, my friend, wants to spend it partying but he can't keep up with that." San laughed, crossing his leg so his ankle rested on his knee. Ignoring the fact you found that move particularly attractive, you giggled along with him.
"You not the party sort?"
"No. I don't handle alcohol well. You?"
"Me neither." You told him, liking that you had so many things in common.
"I'm just on a family holiday. We go every few years. We also have a villa." Noticing the lack of motivation in your voice, San sat forward.
"Are you not happy to be going?"
"I am. Just, my family can be a bit much." Deciding not to push it any further, he thought for a second.
" Hey, maybe we'll be staying near each other. Do you have the address?" Nodding, you pulled it up and handed your phone over to him. San brought his own phone out, clearly searching Google maps. His eyes lit up, getting up and sitting on the arm of your chair.
"Look! They're like a street apart." You smiled, seeing that he was correct. Feeling how close he was, you blushed slightly and gazed up at him.
"Maybe we'll see each other." Scoffing, San pulled his phone back and switched onto another app.
"Maybe? We can hang out. It'll be fun. Here, put your number and socials on my phone." Shocked, you didn't protest and did just that, handing it back when you were done.
"Hey where are you sat on the plane? I'm on row five." You deflated, San noticing and frowning.
"Sat far away huh?" You nod at him.
"I'm quite close to the back." You told him, leaning back against the chair. The male pondered for a few seconds before smiling again.
"Its OK. I'll come visit you." You couldn't help but laugh, getting shy again. Praying he hadn't noticed, you didn't see how he was looking at you. But that was fine, for now.
Spending time with San, time flew by and before you knew it, you were getting ready to board the plane.
"I'll see you on the other side." San joked. Scoffing, you hugged yourself tightly. It was now obviously much later and the temperature had dropped sufficiently.
"You're cold?" Looking up to the man, you just just gave a small shrug.
"I'll be fine." He rolled his eyes almost playfully and dropped his backpack. Your eyes widened as he unzipped his hoodie and walked to stand in front of you. You couldn't think straight, allowing him to slip the garment onto you with ease. San even zipped it up, straightening the shoulders out which were far to big for you. More to the point, your eyes were shamefully glued to his physique. How on earth was he built like that? Even if he was wearing a black tshirt, it was tight to his frame and you could tell from his arms how built he was. Sans hands stayed on your shoulders, admiring how small you looked for a second. That's when you snapped out of it, face crimson.
"No no, you need this. It's yours." He brushed you off, pulling the hood over your head.
"I'll get it off you once we land. We can share an uber." Chewing on your lip to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot, you nodded quickly and waved goodbye as Sans boarding group was called.
When you got you your seat, you found the rest of your row already occupied. By the window, an old lady who was reading. She looked angry, a permanent scowel etched into her features. In the middle, a man around the same age. Upon looking closer, you saw wedding rings. OK. An old married couple. Not bad. Or so you thought. Taking your seat, you accidentally dropped your bag, hitting the man. Gasping, you turned to him immediately.
"I'm so so sorry." Instead of yelling, the man gave you a smile that made your stomach turn.
"Its no trouble sweet cheeks." Deciding to excuse his language as "old fashioned" you just turned forward and took a deep breath. It would all be over soon. That's what you kept thinking. You gripped onto the arms of your seat as you took off, relived once the plane was safely in the air. Deciding to play some games on your phone, you very quickly became aware of the fact you were being watched. You could feel eyes boring into your side. Slowly, you looked at the man beside you. He just smirked, showing off his dentures.
"How old are you sugar?" Disgusted by the name, you moved yourself back slightly.
"Uh, twenty one." He grinned, hand making its way towards you slowly.
"Perfect. You're very cute." His hand landed on your thigh, making you flinch away. Now extremely uncomfortable, you looked to his wife only to see that she was drinking from a flask. Great.
"Could you move your hand please?" You tried, giving a weak smile in attempt to sway him. Instead, his bucked and wrinkly fingers began gliding along your skin. Suddenly, your vision was blocked as a hand grasped at the man's wrist.
"She said move your hand." San spat, shoving his hand back harshly. The man sputtered out a dumb excuse about being old but San just rolled his eyes, ignoring him. Grabbing your bag, he gently took hold of your hand and lead you down the aisle. Eventually he stopped at an empty row and let you sit by the window.
"Are you OK?" San asked, facing you with a worried expression. You nod slowly, rubbing your face with your hands, which were covered with the sleeves of his hoodie. San grabbed his backpack, pulling out an ipad and some ear buds. He pulled his tray table down, balancing the device skillfully.
"Wanna watch a movie? I have some downloaded." You agreed, letting him put a bud in your left ear. You watched as he pulled up the list and you picked a Disney film for comfort. San smiled down at you, taking note that you still looked stressed. Tentivley, he lifted the arm rest between you both and raised his arm. You didn't protest as he pulled you into his chest, your head resting there comfortably.
"You can sleep if you like? I won't move." He promised, a hand coming up to brush through your hair softly. Feeling safe, you finally smiled and fully relaxed into his hold. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep after that.
You awoke a few hours later, the cabin lights were dim as most of the passengers were sleeping. Looking to your right, you found San also asleep. He neck was bent awkwardly, head resting on the seat uncomfortably. Frowning, you gently moved his head to rest on your shoulder. Instinctively, the man repositioned himself so his face was in the crook of you neck. His body moving lower in his seat, arm hanging over your middle. You blushed, but smiled knowing he could rest better now. After checking the time, you saw you only had an hour left. For a while, you played on your phone, enjoying the warmth provided by the man next to you. So concentrated on your mobile game, you didn't notice when San woke up. It was only after your level finished that you noticed his eyes on you. He smiled, still half asleep before yawning into his hand.
"Are we nearly there?" His voice was deep, fatigue laced in his words. You nod, helping him to sit up straight.
"We should be landing in about thirty minutes." He hummed, pulling you back into hid arms. You knew you were blushing but chose to just bask in his comfort.
"I wanna keep watching you play." Even though you were surprised by his request, you smiled and began playing your game again. He watched, evem helping you through some levels. You only stopped when the pilot spoke over the intercom. San held you flush against him securely as the plane began it's descent. You tensed up, your stomach doing flips each time the plane lost pressure. As if sensing this, Sans grip tightened, his other arm coming to wrap around you as well. He didn't let go until the plane landed and the wheels came to a halt.
"You okay?" He asked, pulling away and cupping your cheeks. Simpering, you nod and sat back.
"My legs are so numb." You laughed, stretching out best you could in the restricted space.
"Need me to carry you?" San asked with a hint of amusement. You scoffed, standing with him and getting your bag.
"You couldn't do that." All he did was raise his brows, looking at you with a bored expression. Smiling, you looked down and allowed him to take your hand and pull you off the aircraft. It was early morning, around seven a.m. The sun was just rising, you saw through the windows. It didn't take long to pass security. San even collected your suitcase off the conveyer belt after you pointed it out. You stepped outside into the morning air and inhaled deeply, letting San book your uber. (He refused to let you pay). Realising you'd have to part from your new friend, you frowned.
"What's wrong?" He stepped closer, putting his hand on your shoulder. Shaking your head, you looked up at him.
"Nothing. I just. Thank you you for being with me today. It means a lot." Giving you a soft smile, San pet your hair affectionately.
"Its no problem. I really enjoyed your company." He told you honestly, his words lifting your spirit slightly. Sadly, the uber pulled up and you both got in, falling into a comfortable conversion.
Sensing that your stop was coming up, you turned to san with a mellow expression.
"I guess I might see you around." You almost pouted, but held back from appearing too disappointed.
"Might? (Y/n) I'm going to text you as soon as I get in. Then we can arrange to hang out."
"Really?" You practically lit up, grinning at him. San chuckled, Bobbing his head in confirmation. When the uber stopped, you weren't so upset about getting out. Leaning down, you gazed at San from the door.
"I'll talk soon then?" Smirking at you, he nod and responded.
"Definitely. I'll text you in...ten minutes?" Both laughed, him waving as you shut the door and he got driven away. Of course, you went to greet your family, giving everyone a hug. It was only when your mother pulled away that she noticed.
"What are you wearing?"
Dumping your suitcase, you lay on your bed and pulled out your phone to see a DM.
San: I'm going to murder wooyoung. This place is a mess.
Giggling, you liked the message before responding.
You: it can't be that bad??
San: you haven't met the boy. Mingi is also dead to the world so I'm going to have to clean up.😤
You smiled to yourself, giving a laughing face in reply before remembering.
You: by the way, I forgot to give you your hoodie back. I'm sorry.
San: keep it for now. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other very soon
You hoped he was right. Never in your life had you felt so comforted and safe by a stranger. Buy you weren't going to question it, just accept it. You had a month to meet up again. For now, you just had to wait and see.
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sleepyconfusedpotato · 5 months
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🚬🦇 Some Vampire!Price AU Lore🦇🚬
Bonus Mummy!Gaz at the end 👁️👄👁️
Wrote this from morning until night before I sleep. I've got too much brainrot to just let it stay in my head. It has around 4k words so enjoy!
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John Cristopher Price was born a human in 1286 in England. Coming from a lord status, He was an honorable knight through and through, loved dearly by his subordinates and of course by the king himself, Edward I.
Price died in the battlefield against the Scots when an arrow pierced through his heart. A former vampire saw his fortitude throughout his life, and made him drink her blood, and he rose as a human no more, but a blood-hungry vampire.
No amount of weapons could kill him -- pierced, stabbed, crushed, he always comes back. His thirst for blood couldn't seem to be controlled. He could see the blood flowing through every human he saw until one night, he unconsciously controlled his wife's blood, stopping her heart, and drinking her dry.
Ever since then, the people saw him as a monster, a demonic being that would end humanity. They demanded his head and even tried to burn him alive, yet the sharpest swords by the finest blacksmiths couldn't cut his neck, and no hellfire could burn him.
Not being able to live past his mistake of murdering his own wife, Price eventually escaped and lived in solitary, roaming around the British isle.
He lived through generations, learning how to live like a human. He pushed through the churn in his stomach as he tried to eat animals and vegetables, drinking water and tea even though his tastebuds only knew bitterness. Eventually, Price earned total control of his body, finding the sweetness inside the bitterness, and regulating his own stomach acid so the food he consumes stays down.
He came back to society during the 1500s when England was under the rule of Elizabeth I. He became a farmer, earning connections and new friends, all the while trying to find his place in the middle of humanity.
Price couldn't seem to stay away from the battlefield though, as when he defended his lord's land from armed mercenaries who sought for his lord's demise, one of the Queen's people saw his potential to be one of her loyal knights in her conflict with Mary of Scots. He went overseas to Spain, France, and even Russia for her, personally knowing Elizabeth until her death.
As one of Elizabeth I's subordinates, He became a knight for the rest of the House of Stuart monarchs. After that though, his age became a suspicion among the knights, so he pretended to die in one of the battles and went back to live in solitude.
For hundreds of years he lived in a cycle. Showing up out of nowhere in the city, become a soldier, sneakily drinking the blood of his enemies when his friends’ eyes were averted, and when the people around him started to notice his unaging face or when they saw him not dying from swords, he’d flee the city for one or two generations, and then coming back again to become a soldier.
Centuries passed. Newer and deadlier weapons were invented. Of course he tried the weapons on himself, but none of them managed to send him to the afterlife.
The cycles kept going, but just as he thought he had conquered this vampire body of his, something dreadful happened.
During the height of World War I, he was one of the soldiers who were deployed to No Man’s Land. After spending weeks and even a month inside the trenches, his thirst for human blood became unbearable and started to take control of his consciousness. Despite trying to fight the urge, all he saw when he walked by his fellow soldiers and superiors was each and every pump of their bloods moving inside the veins.
One night, his thirst grew out of his control, and he attacked one of his own fellow soldiers in his sleep – his own best friend. His friend screamed as he sunk his fangs into his neck, unable to fight Price’s monstrous strength. The other soldiers inside the trench heard the terrifying scream and saw Price in his most horrid state – bright red eyes filled with nothing but insanity, fangs deep inside a fellow soldier’s neck with blood running down his chin.
As his friend’s body fell to the ground, his consciousness returned and he saw what he had done. The allied soldiers started to rain down bullets upon him, fearing that the devil himself had come up to earth, yet none of them managed to pierce him. No kind of bullet was able to go pass through his skin, and no matter how much he shouted, more explanations would only make them more terrified.
And so, in the middle of the chaos, Price used his power to control the flow of blood of every single soldier with a gun in their hands, rendering them immobile against their will. He couldn’t say anything at that point. No amount of apology would bring his friend back, and no amount of explanation would stop them from fearing him. In his sorrow, Price climbed the trenches, welcoming all the incoming bullets from the enemies with open arms, hoping to end this curse of his. Of course, it could not kill him, an eternal vampire.
With nowhere to go, Price stormed the Axis’ side of the trenches on his own, attacking the enemies, drinking the blood of anyone he could sink his teeth to. The more blood he consumed, the more powerful his control over the blood of the people around him. At that point, his body was the fullest he’s ever been with human blood.
In his most powerful state, Price stopped the heart of every enemy in his sight, instantly killing them. As fear and chaos wreaked around the enemies’ trench, the Allied’s forces started their march, only to find Price nowhere to be seen.
After that tragedy, Price lived in solitude for years, hiding in the woods and mountains, swearing to himself that he’d never consume human blood ever again, even if it belongs to his enemies. He lived in the moutains, away from civilizations, hunting for animals to live.
That is, until in 1940, Price met Sir David Stirling, a British Army officer from Scotland who had been searching for the legendary “Devil of The Trenches”. Price was initially extremely apprehensive of his intentions considering how he literally trailed a mountain to search for a legendary being – a dangerous one at that. However, when Stirling told him that he’s aware of his powers and that he's in need of special people for his mission in North Africa, Price finally relented and joined him to his first operation after the World War I tragedy.
Price fought in World War II with David and other soldiers under the name Special Air Service, "L" detachment. He became one of the key figures of winning countless battles in the North African Campaign without people noticing his powers, thanks to David’s clever ways of hiding his power and authorities as a military officer, even freeing David and the others when they were captured and became a prisoner of war. Price’s existence quickly turned into a legend, and as time went on, his powers and abilities became a highly classified information in an already secretive corps, securing his identity and even his livelihood.
Price joined the major battles that the SAS had involved themselves in, even becoming an instructor among the British Army, sharing his vast knowledge of warfares that he’s earned from experience. He currently lives in his own house in London, living among humans as a regular person, owning a calico cat named Greg.
After his mission in Urzikstan, Price expressed his proposition to Laswell about creating a task force consisting of people with special powers and abilities, who could easily and efficiently finish the missions with little to no complications, all from the depth of shadows.
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BONUS : Mummy!Gaz ⚰️🧢
Throughout his career, Price had found more and more people with special powers and abilities, like the big brooding man who could travel along the darkness and disappear like a smoke, a young Scotsman who had an animalistic trait and happened to be an exhibitionist, and… A bloodless person,
Who happened to be far, far older than him.
Price found his grave, or rather, his sarcophagus in Egypt back when he fought in World War II during the North African campaign.
Price, together with David Stirling and the first members of the SAS were intercepting the Axis troops' railways and supply dumps, when he'd found an evidently colourful sarcophagus inside one of the carriages.
See, this was not a weird or odd finding, because they've received some news about the unearthing of many sarcophaguses from the Ancient Egypt throughout many parts of Africa, even the ones belonging to ancient kings and queens. With that said, this finding was not much of a surprise for Price and his teammates, it's just that they had never expected to find one themselves.
This sarcophagus, though, didn't look like it belonged to a king or a member of a noble family. Despite the eccentric colours and engravings, it's not as large and humongous like those belonging to a monarch, so the members of SAS just dismissed it as just another coffin of a civilian.
Contrary to the others, Price felt like the sarcophagus was calling to him. The feeling was similar to when he died the first time and tasted the blood of the former vampire. He was about to lift the lid and see what's inside, before he felt David's hand stopping him as another battle was about to commence.
Still, after the series of war was over and he'd settled as a human, Price visited Egypt in 1996, adamant to get some clarity about the weird feeling he got when he was near that one specific sarcophagus. He went to the research facility where the objects found were examined and preserved.
Price then went ahead and asked one of the scientists about the object, and found out that the man inside was never an Egyptian man at all, rather a young man from an Ancient African kingdom, likely the Kerma Kingdom, who traveled to Ancient Egypt as an artist. The scientist surprised Price even more when he said that the man inside likely died around 1500 BC, which was 2700 years before Price himself died.
And he thought he was old.
As they approached the sarcophagus, the scientist left Price alone with the ancient object, as he thought this visitor wouldn't be able to lift the cover which was around 500 pounds or 226 kilograms.
Obviously, it was a small feat for Price.
The vampire lifted the lid and carefully placed the massive object on the floor, and for the first time, he saw the face of the dead man.
Even though he'd long died, Price could tell of the youth in his face. The face of an artist who'd traveled a long way to neighboring kingdoms in search of beauty and inspiration, seeking to sharpen his skills and broaden his knowledge more. Alas, he died a young man.
As he thought, Price felt the calling yet again, now louder from the absence of the lid. He first contemplated about touching such an ancient, possibly fragile object, thinking that it could contain some dark magic or any supernatural powers that were beyond his already vast understanding of the world. But whatever happened to him happened, he guessed. He's virtually uninjurable, and if he somehow died, then he died. End of story.
Finally, Price made up his mind, going ahead and touched the young man's cheek.
Yellow light started to surround the mummy's body, and gradually, the embalmed parts started to change– no, regenerate, forming a bronze coloured skin. His cheeks started to become fuller and fuller each second, the bony features of his arms and legs grew larger, forming a figure of a living human.
Price felt like he was about to faint. He couldn't even remember fainting in his lifetime, but he began to understand something. This mummy - this young man - was coming alive by taking Price's own life force.
Just when Price was about to fall, he released the young man's cheek and stumbled a few steps back. He witnessed as more bright golden light surrounded his body, and how a hand that was just a rigid limb before, began to move, albeit stutteringly, and gripped the edge of his own sarcophagus.
The young man slowly sat up, twisting his neck around like he just arrived on earth, before finding Price standing a few distance away. His eyes were golden, but the parts where it's supposed to be white were coloured solid black.
The young man emerged from his own coffin, very slowly putting his legs on the cold floor. He unsurprisingly fell to the ground like a stiff baby finding ways to manage with his body, before he stood up again, looking straight at Price through half bandaged eyes.
The undead started to walk very slowly towards the vampire, stuttering his movements as one of his hand lifted like he was reaching for him. Price stood up straight and activated his blood controlling power, attempting to stop this moving corpse in its track.
The vampire thought that he'd lost his ability to control blood. He thought because he hadn't consumed any human blood in decades, his power had weakened and even disappeared for good, but that was not the case.
Price couldn't see a single drop of blood inside the young man's veins. Nor his brain, nor his lungs, liver, and intestines. His torso was empty, save for his heart that was still inside his chest, yet the organ was not beating.
After 700 years of his life, Price had found an animate object that he totally cannot control.
The wonders of the world hadn't stop surprising him, huh.
Price, starting to feel fear after so long, could only stand still and let the young man approach him.
As his face got closer and closer, Price noticed that his face was not filled with terror or any negative intentions. It was filled with… happiness?
The young man was smiling.
His hands slowly cupped Price's cheek, and just then, Price began to feel his energy depleting rapidly. He's trying to take Price's life force again!
Reflexively, the vampire swatted the mummy's hands away (which was hard and heavy as a rock).
"What the hell are you doing?!" Price shouted to the young man. The mummy was taken aback by his statements, seeming like he got confused by Price's actions. Not only that, he proceeded to look down, observing his own body and limbs, which were still wrapped with bandages in some parts.
Suddenly, the young man looked at Price and rigidly hugged Price. The vampire was startled at first, thinking that he's about to take his life force again, but nothing happened. Just a simple, warm hug.
Something Price hadn't felt for centuries.
Just then, the sound of the door opening startled the both of them. It was the scientist that had come back to check on Price, and the utter shock on the scientist's face was priceless. The sarcophagus lid was open, and the mummy that was supposed to be dead was hugging the visitor with a grin on his face.
The scientist screamed in confusion and terror in Arabic, before Price slowed the man's heartbeat, prompting him to drop down to the floor in an instant in a sleeping state. The vampire cursed under his breath upon the situation that has fallen before him, and released himself from the mummy’s hug. He then ran towards the sarcophagus and put the lid back, and then he proceeded by carrying the sleeping scientist to some unknown room where he didn’t detect any other blood pulses - the storage room. After a few minutes, Price came back to the room where the mummy was, only to see that the mummy was nowhere to be found.
Price ran out of the room in search of the young man, stopping for a moment to detect the sound of any blood pulses of the mummy, but he exclaimed because he just realized again that that young man doesn’t have any pulse at all for him to detect. So Price began to run around the corner, finally finding the young man was looking up at the other sarcophaguses on display inside the facility, seeming like he’s enamored by the intricate engravings and colours.
Price gritted his teeth in frustration and approached the bandaged man, before fireman-carrying the mummy onto his shoulders. He then ran towards the exit of the facility with the newly reanimated young man, opening his rented car and sat him down to the passenger seat, before he himself sat on the driver’s seat.
Price huffed in relief, trying to make sense of what the actual fuck just happened to him. There’s a living mummy beside him, inside this fucking rental car.
“You, listen to me.” Price began, prompting the young man to look at him.
“You were dead for 2700 fucking years. Until today, you were still dead, but it looked like I was giving you my own life force so you can walk the world of the living again. So that means you’re alive because of me, you got that?!”
The young man only tilted his head in confusion. Of fucking course. He probably only spoke the ancient African and Egyptian language. He facepalmed.
“Okay, I know what if feels like to live again after dying. It’s confusing, but shite, not for 3 and a half millenias!” He shouted before taking a deep breath. “What do I call you? What’s your name?” The 710 year old asked the 3500 year old, his finger pointing at his chest.
That last word seemed to be familiar to the mummy, so he began to mutter some vowels out of his mouth. It looked like producing voice was still extremely hard for him.
“K–ka…”
“What? Ka? Speak clearly.”
“Ke…”
Ke? Kerma? That’s the name of the kingdom he was supposedly originated from.
After a few minutes of the same vowel coming out of the mummy’s mouth, Price began, “Ka. Ka. Kal.”
“Kyle. How about that?” The young man’s black and gold eyes widen. Price swore he saw a glimmering light from his eyes like he just heard his actual name, or at least one of the vowels of his actual ancient name.
“Yeah, you like that, Kyle?” The mummy nodded slowly. “Good. I’m about to give you one hell of a ride."
"Welcome to the living world, Kyle.”
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Woohoo!! This became too long and even became a lore for Mummy!Gaz as well! Thank you so much for reading and hope you love it! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡
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nneedynymph · 5 months
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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
thinking of being satoru’s bunny girl ~1.15k
cw: it’s just self indulgent fluff :) bunny hybrid reader; light crack/humor? ; cuddling
lately satoru has been home a lot, and after being here so much lately he’s come to the realization that it’s empty. cold. hollow.
yes there’s an immaculate kitchen, steam room shower, an arcade room, an unnecessarily large home theater, and a grand fireplace located in the living room.
but there’s no one here to share it with. no one’s liveliness and laughter filling the place up and making making it exactly what it should be. a home. a place for satoru to let his guard down and be vulnerable. to feel safe and at rest. his space to love…something.
when he wails his woes to nanami the man sighs deeply at his co workers dramatics before sipping his hot americano.
“well, have you considered having a companion around—“
“you know i don’t have the attention span for dating right now, nanamin!”
“i mean a hybrid companion, you dunce.” nanami hisses while fixing his glasses further up his face. gojo finally shuts up and looks at him with an eyebrow arched over his mask.
“i too found myself incredibly lonely when returning home to nothing. when i went to the adoption center for the first time, it was very friendly and clean. the hybrids were.. adorable.”
adorable. satoru was dumbfounded hearing the word spill from the rigid man’s mouth with the accompanying blush.
“i’ve had my kitten hybrid for about 8 months now and we are very happy sharing a home together.”
of course satoru begs for more detail, but nanami insists on ending the conversation there. however the conversation left enough of an impression that on his way home, satoru pays a visit to the very adoption center nanami had been.
when he walks in a sweet chime rings indicating of the customers arrival.
“be right with ya sir!” the guy from across the shop chirped, he was in the middle of feeding a rowdy puppy hybrid some treats.
“take y’r time! ya mind if i have a look around?” satoru yells back.
“go for it! the bunny in isle three is in need for her afternoon snack if ya don’t mind helpin’ me out, heh!“
satoru’s aware he doesn’t have much hands on experience with animals in general, but a bunny? how hard could that be? they just graze right ?
“-she feeds easy so don’t worry, just grab the carrots behind the counter!” the attendant finishes.
well. satoru figures its as good a time as any to see if hybrids may be compatible with him.
he scoops up a medium sized carrot with plenty of fluffy greens on top and begins navigating the shop; his big feet squeaking across the linoleum floor until he found your very decorative cage.
It was decked out in fairy lights with plenty of soft blankets and silly plushies strewn everywhere. A huge water jug with a spout was rigged in the front corner for you to drink at your leisure.
Well he sees all your things but, he doesn't see you.
"Uhh, you sure she's in here?" satoru speaks out to the attendant in apprehension.
"Oh—down boy!—she can be a bit shy n’ hide away from unfamiliar scents—hey, i said no—offer her food and be patient, she’s a real sweetheart!"
Satoru takes the attendants word for it and holds the tip of the carrot through the wide bars, making gentle tut noises to coax you out of your hiding place.
“tch tch, here bunny~”
He spots your twitching nose and wiskers first, but sure enough you’re there, hiding under a mass of blankets and kappa plushies. The smell of the damp, fresh carrot and greens making your tummy flutter and your tail flick under the blanket.
seeing that he’s caught your attention has him reeling.
"thatta’ bunny, tch tch, you hungry?" satoru coaxes sweetly, his voice velvety soft.
If anyone could see him now; yaga, nanami, his students, utahime, ijichi. Gojo Satoru was sqautted over cooing for a precious little hybrid to show her face and gift him the experice of feeding from his hand. His curiosity and anticipation forming a peak in joy he would’ve never imagined feeling over something so small.
for you, this strangers scent was fresh, and inviting; almost earthy but in a subtle way, like the smell of mist against dirt. you felt seen but safe, not anxious or targeted.
you figure it’s safe enough to further peak your face out, further sniffling and seaking the carrot. when your nose begins to follow the scent you dart out quickly, zeroing in on the crunchy produce and nibbling your heart out.
satoru melts as he watches your beady eyes flutter while feasting on the carrot.
Just like that, its decided. A new companion to take home, to take care of and pass the time with, a sweet and kind little bunny.
He grins like a school boy the entire time he fills out the paperwork, asking the shop keeper all the questions he can think of for hosing a female bunny hybrid.
What are your needs? how often you eat? do you have any allergies? do you like little toys to occupy yourself?
His mind is whirring with excitement and a bit of anxiety when he leaves the shop with you. Afterall, Satoru is aware that not all hybrids are compatible with all humans; and he really hopes that wont be the case. he’ll work so hard to make you as comfy as possible.
When he arrives home he’s not exactly sure where to set everything up for you, and he doesn't want you to feel overwhelmed. He decides to set up the living room for you. He sets out all your blankets with your scent on them so you still have something familiar around.
he takes out the bamboo enclosure be bought and sections out a fairly large area for you to explore and get familiar with for the time being. Next he sets up a water jug, snacks, and strews around a few brightly colored toys for finishing touches.
his hands shake with anticipation as he opens up the door of your transportation crate, so cautious not to create any sudden loud noise let he scare you.
you inch your way out over 20 minutes, sniffing everything in sight. your little hop and the twitch of your floppy ear provides that familiar heart melting feeling he got at the adoption shop. satoru really hopes you’re able to make yourself at home just fine.
and you do! just a couple hours later and you haven’t just gotten used to you’re new home you’re enthralled by it and your new owners scent. his ear scratches aren’t half bad either, and you’ve been fed two carrots so far! you’re almost not used to so much attention.
while you’re not so talkative yourself as you’re getting adjusted, you do enjoy satoru’s touch and voice quite a bit. he’s more than okay with doing enough talking for the both of you. telling you everything from his life as the worlds strongest jujutsu sorcerer to his favorite mochi flavors and how many pranks he’s played on his coworkers and students.
when it’s you he gets to come home to after an exhausting and irritating day; when it’s his bunny he gets to rub noses with and snuggle on the sofa with some cheesy movie on in the background, it feels as if everything has fallen into place.
reveling in the secure feeling of each other’s warmth and weight, you both thank whatever string of fate tied you two together, the lullaby of snoozing synchronized breaths all to be heard in the cozy living room.
(a/n) this was my first hybrid fic and i didn’t know what else to add for fluff, help?! a part 2 is already brewing also i’ve never kept a bunny so apologies for any inaccuracies in proper care ! 🩵🩵
gif credit // banner credit @ cafekitsune
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moon-alight · 6 months
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i like your previous update
One more request 🥺
When you unconscious during a fight
Because you overwork yourself
Hello! I hope you meant &Team otherwise this is awkward 😅 (Also, I like to overwork myself, it is my form of therapy lol 🤣)
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&Team reaction to their s/o fainting during an argument
Warnings: fainting, bit of angst
Word Count: 1004
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-K
-This guy is a hothead, alright, but he would see the signs you showed of feeling unwell or ill so he tried to be a bit less harsh
-But he did not realize you were so ill you would faint. Absolutely startled when he watched your body fall to the ground.
-Immediately by your side and trying to wake you up but is unsuccesful for the first couple minutes until you finally do
-Absolutely scolds you (with tears in his eyes) that you should take better care of yourself and how much you scared him
-Forgets whatever you two had fight over beforehand and hugs you tightly against him
-Fuma
-The argument was probably about you not taking enough care of yourself as he had watched you get worse and worse
-When he was trying to prove his point, you fainted and he felt his heart sink in his chest
-You would wake up on your bed with a wet cloth against your forehead and a glass of water on the nightstand with painkillers and a note
-'You are the most worrisome person in this world. Take the painkillers, drink some water, I'll be right home with food x'
-The cold was both nice and cold which did not make sense at all.
-Fuma would arrive minutes later with your favorite food so you could still talk things out while regaining energy
-Nicholas
-My man had never called 119 (Japanese Emergency Number) as fast as he had when you fainted during your argument
-Absolutely shaking and trembling when he explained to the help-line what had happened
-You'd wake up before the ambulance arrived but Nicholas made you stay on the ground as he knew you'd still be dizzy
-Stays by your side the entire time even when the doctor is checking you for your vital signs and blood pressue
-When you seem to be just fine (maybe low blood sugar) he hands you a coke and lets the doctors leave
-Clings to you afterwards and never lets go, afraid you'd faint again.
-EJ
-It was a mild argument but it was serious enough to talk about it inside the kitchen in the afternoon.
-He watched you hold onto the kitchen isle and frowned but did not say anything until he saw how weak you'd become
-Didn't let you faint and instead sat you down on a chair as he got a glass of water for you
-Would sit next to you, rubbing up and down your arm gently as he encourages you to drink a little
-You'd soon feel better but the argument was long forgotten. Ej's just glad you're okay now.
-Yuma
-I say this at every oportunity but Yuma is a hothead!
-Will not notice anything until you've completely blacked out
-He would stare at your unconscious body for a moment in pure shock before he scrambled to get his phone and call 119
-Explains to the emergency line what happened but begins to ramble and does not know how to stop because of the pure panic
-When the ambulance arrived and checked your signs (probably when you're awake) he just stood there and watched
-Would complain about how much you scared him afterwards and ask you to never push yourself to that point again
-Jo
-Again, I wholeheartedly believe you never end up in a bad fight
-But argument happen (even if he tries his best to avoid them) and you're trying to talk things out
-You'd feel terrible suddenly and tumbled to the ground
-Jo called Ej because he had no clue what to do and the poor boy was panicking
-Ej called an ambulance for ya'll and explained to Jo that he should get you some drinks and food for when you'd wake up
-When you're checked by the doctors and have consumed a bit of the food Jo had given you, he'd stare at you with teary eyes
-"I thought I'd lost you."
-Please hold this man
-Harua (this time I didn't forget, aha!)
-Ya'lls arguments are usually easily resolved so just when you two had apologized to one another, you'd feel a wave of nausea wash over you
-He watched it happen and screamed when you hit the ground
-Tried to shake you awake to no avail which is when the panic probably started to set in
-Didn't even think to call the emergency number because he was freaking out
-When you did wake up and asked him for a glass of water this guy returned with water, chocolate, an apple and three cans of coke
-Helped you up towards the couch and hugged you as if you'd disappear if he'd let you go
-Taki
-He was listening to you explaining your point of view of the argument when he noticed you'd act weird
-He called out for you but you did not respond. After a second, you fainted.
-Taki was happy it happened inside the dorms because he could call out to K who came over and calmed him down a little
-When you'd wake up, K would give you some water before he'd leave to give you some privacy.
-You were sure Taki had never hugged you as tight as he had in that moment and stroked your hair to remind himself you were okay
-Maki
-You'd been complaining about a headache all day which he was reminded of when you'd faint during the argument you two had
-He knew it wasn't healthy to not eat or stay hydrated when it was so warm during the day so he wasn't very surprised when your body shut down
-Still freaked out a little but got you some coke (with lots of sugar) and an apple before sitting by your side and stroking your hair
-You'd wake up confusedly and he'd help you sit up while explaining what had happened
-He'd make you drink the coke so you'd at least have a bit of sugar in your system before he'd scold you for being so reckless
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undertheorangetree · 7 months
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Under the God's Eye
Chapter Four- The Isle of Faces
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Summary- Everyone escapes for a night on the lake.
Warnings- MDNI 18+ Female reader. Alcohol and marijuana consumption. Mild sibling rivalry. Spooky trees. Smooching.
Author’s Note- Am I currently on vacation? Yes but that’s why we write things in advance.
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She doesn't breathe a word of what Baela told her about Alys. Aemond hadn't told her about all that for a reason and it seems cruel to bring it all back up now.
Even though it seems a dark cloud looming over her head, their first week at the God's Eye is not nearly as painful as she originally anticipated. Aemond turns out to be a fairly attentive fake boyfriend; bringing her drinks, offering her food from his own plate, and making it a habit to stay close by and check in on her when his family decides to hound her with well meaning questions. They ease into each other over time, growing more comfortable in the other’s presence and she thinks perhaps this holiday may end up being easier than she had thought.
Despite having been there for a full week, she has yet to meet Viserys. He has stayed all but camped out at Aemond's grandfather's cottage, working on only God knows what. When she had asked Aemond if his father would be making an appearance any time soon, he had only curled his lip and said she shouldn't hold her breath. A part of her is annoyed, as half the reason she came here was to meet the man behind Targaryen and Hightower and attempt to get into his good graces, but if Aemond's reaction to the mere mention of his father is any indication, he would be happy if Viserys stayed away for the rest of the month.
It's a thought that refuses to leave her head as she enters their shared room, closing the door halfway before making her way over to her bag in search of the novel she had brought along. Or, at least, she thinks she has brought along. As she digs through her bag, shifting clothes to the side, she's no longer so sure. She's so engrossed in her search that she doesn't hear the door to the ensuite open until she sees something move out of the corner of her eye, head lifting before immediately dropping back down, face burning.
Aemond's face has gone just as flushed as her own, one hand clamped around the towel wrapped low around his hips. She had only looked at him for half a moment, but that had been long enough for her to see everything. The pale expanse of his chest, dotted with freckles, the way his hair had begun to curl from the steam of the shower. She presses her lips together, staring resolutely down into her bag.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in here," she manages, cursing herself when it comes out stilted.
Despite his blush, his voice is almost arrogant as he says, "No, I should have told you. My fault."
The embarrassment is ridiculous. Over the last week, she had seen him dressed in nothing more than a bathing suit more than once, but somehow this feels different. More intimate somehow, as if she is seeing something that isn't hers to see. She stands, keeping her eyes downcast as she makes her way toward the door, book forgotten.
"Aegon wants us all to go the Isle of Faces later," he tells her before she makes it to the door, walking further into the room to begin rifling through the drawers he had organized his clothes into.
The name is enough to stop her in her tracks. "The Isle of Faces?"
He huffs something that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. "It's stupid. There's an island in the middle of the lake that we like to go to. He and his frat brothers came up here a few years ago and decided to put those face decorations on nearly every tree on the island. He was rather proud when he thought up the name."
She has not known Aegon long but that sounds like something he would take pride in.
Though it wasn't really a question, she still finds herself agreeing to it. "Yeah, that sounds fun."
He hums, turning back to face the dresser, and she shuffles closer to the door. She pulls it open, one foot just stepping outside the threshold when he adds, "We'll probably all go swimming while we're there so you might want to be able to look at me without blushing before then."
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Taglist- @backyardfolklore @docmartinis @watercolorskyy @barbieaemond @bellaisasleep @yentroucnagol @aemondsbabygirl @at-a-rax-ia
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panjakes · 10 months
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It is me!!!! Okay so I got a request. Omg the way I'll cry if you actually do it.
Can u do Jake from Enhypen x Black!reader who hates pyshcial touch, but let's him hold her hand or touch her the first time?
I hate physical touch it's make so.......uncomfortable ........
But if decided to acceot this ask it'll be a dream come true😭😭
Baby!!! You and me both!! I do not want to be touched. There’s a selective few who can touch me😭
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Now jake loves his girlfriend Yn. And he knows she loves him. They’ve been together going on two years now but Jake has NEVER touched her. Not a hug. Not holding a hand. The most physical touch he has ever gotten from her was the time he was sitting between her legs and he fell asleep and his head fell on her knee.He didn’t mind because she always showed her love for him in many other ways.
“Wanna get food?” Jake asks from Yn’s kitchen
“You read my mind! Let’s go!” Yn says grabbing jakes car keys causing him to jerk his neck
“Uh who said we were driving my car?” He asks
“I did. Now let’s go” she says opening her apartment door
“Yes ma’am” he says following closely behind
The car ride was filled with the couple debating about who was a better lyricist. Of course Yn got heated and of course jake got her heated on purpose. He fount it cute when she spoke about something so passionate
“Whatever, I’m paying so what do you want?” She asks
“You paid the last time” Jake says
“I did?” She asks with a frown
“Yeah” Jake says lying.
“Your lying, but okay” she says making jake chuckle
“Sweetheart just let me spoil you” jake says opening the door and getting out to open the door for Yn
“I’m not complaining, while we at it…let’s go to target” Yn points
“Okay, I need some stuff anyway” jake mumbles
“The target with Starbucks in it” she says making him nod
“That’s fine I want that crunch vanilla stuff you get” he says making Yn laugh
“The Carmel ribbon crunch?” She asks
“Yeah…that” he says making her laugh harder
As the couple reach the restaurant jake opens the door for her and they go sit down at a table.
“I want a big fat juicy burger and hella fries” Yn says
“Would I be lame if I get chicken tenders” Jake says scratching his head
“Nah…I will talk about you tho. Everything on this menu and you get chicken tenders” Yn says laughing at Jake causing him to pout
“Your not funny” he mumbles
“I like to think so” Yn says laughing harder
After a very fulfilling dinner, the couple got back into the car and started their trip to target. Yn sat at one of the tables while Jake ordered their drinks.
Jake ordered a few extra things because he knew Yn liked them. Grabbing their order and a cart, the couple started walking through the store.
“I got your cake pops!” Jake says excitedly
“Thank you baby” Yn says smiling at him
It made his heart swell knowing he put that smile on her face.
The couple walked through the store putting a few things in the cart here and there.
“Hey babe? Isn’t this your favorite candle?” Jake asks grabbing a yellow candle off the shelf
“Yeah” Yn says taking it from Jake and smelling it. After lidding it, she puts it on the shelf again
“Why’d you put it back? It’s the last one” Jake says
“Yeah but the one I have still hasn’t ran out” Yn says shrugging
Jake says nothing as he puts the candle into the cart
“What’re you doing?” Yn asks
“Your getting the candle. Don’t argue with me because I’m buying everything in this cart” he says pushing the cart leaving Yn in the isle shocked
“You going to stand there or finish filling the cart up?” He asks making Yn’s cheeks get hot
Thank god for that brown skin of hers.
She jogs over to Jake in the next isle as he was getting his man products.
With what jake just said still fresh on her mind, Yn wanted to show him some kind of affection and jake could tell her gears were turning
“Penny for your thoughts?” Jake asks throwing some stuff in the cart
“Can you…well, I want you to Uh hold my hand” Yn says mumbling but Jake heard it
He stood there with wide eyes, hand still on a bottle of soap that was still on the shelf
“Wait for real?” He asks
“I Uh never mind, sorry I asked” she says turning around embarrassed she even asked. As she was about to walk away to another isle Jake grabbed Yn’s hand before she could walk away
Jake wraps his hand around hers with a smile
“I’ll hold your hand whenever sweetheart” he says making her smile again
“Thank you” she whispers
“Can I kiss your hand or am I moving to fast?” He asks making her giggle
“Go ahead” she says watching as her boyfriend brought the back of her hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on it.
For the first time, it made her melt.
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queen-shiba · 8 months
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I'M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH CAN WE HAVE THE ROYAL WEDDING PLS PLS PLS
Now and Forever
@killersweetie @leonistic
Author's note: I did take a few liberties [more than a few because google is fucking useless]... I hope it's worth the read
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Today was the day! The day everyone was waiting for...
4 years ago, Leona found his one and only.
Now, you two were sealing the deal.
Imani, Falena's wife.. You two got along quite well. So well, you asked her to be the maid of honor!
She accepted, of course, and was proud to be there with you and help you with your dress.
Everyone was so excited!
You and Leona had agreed on the color being yellow for the wedding crew.
Sunset colors were being set up for this big event!
Today, you were so very excited to see Leona, but alas, you had to wait.
As did he.
Now he stood in the dressing room, adorned in gold and all sorts of lovely colors.
Falena, surprisingly enough, was chosen as the best man, considering he helped Leona through the first stage.
Leona couldn't be more thankful to his older brother for this...
He stood behind him, wearing a yellow suit, clearly very happy for his little brother.
"Are you excited?" Falena asked, watching Leona practically shake with joy.
"Why wouldn't I be?" He smiled softly.
Nothing condescending... not smug...
A genuine smile.
Truly, this was an amazing day for him.
Falena was happy for Leona!
He finally found someone to love... and someone who loved him just as much.
"I'm glad. And proud of you, little brother." Falena pulled him into a hug, resisting the urge to tear up.
There were so many unexplainable emotions he felt...
One was certainly pride... seeing his brother shine so bright...
It was something to be proud of.
Leona returned the hug with a chuckle, "Don't go getting all sappy on me. Save that for the event."
Falena could only nod, finally pulling back, "Right.." He beamed at him as Cheka came rushing in, "Mjomba! Baba! It's almost time!" He smiled, "Come on! Everyone is waiting!"
He pulled the two men along, careful not to mess up anyone's outfits.
Leona was positioned outside under a great big tree in the Savanah off to the side, standing across from where you'd be.
He could only imagine how beautiful you'd look....
He was excited to see you in your dress...
Just you in general..
The crowd of people stood extatically, awaiting your entrance.
The steady beat of a drum went off, and your bride's maids came in, dancing, making quite the entrance for you, clearing the way as you came down that isle.
You looked... beautiful... gold, colorful fabrics.. everything was just perfect...
You were perfect.
Leona had to keep himself together. Don't jump. Don't scream. Try not to cry..
Kifaji smiled softly, watching as Leona tried to get a hold of his emotions.
He'd truly come a long way...
He was glad he got to see it.
Now, you stood face to face with your lover, taking him in.
He was breath taking...
Everything you could ever ask for..
There you were, ready to tie the knot and be together forever..
It was time.
You couldn't control your smile, and neither could he as the music died down, and you finally got to vow your loyalty to one another.
Food and drinks were brought out, and music started right back up with guests cheering and singing your praises.
You danced all evening, up to midnight.
Eating and drinking, you both were focused on each other.
You could only stare into those deep green pools that you'd fallen in love with all those years ago.
You would dedicate everything to him, and he would do the same for you.
This, you could be sure of.
As the festivities came to a close, you and your newly wed husband held one another close.
"Ninashukuru kupata kutumia maisha yangu na wewe..." He buried his face in your hair, with a smile, holding you by your waist as if you might fade if he let go.
"We'll stay together, now and forever..." You reciprocated his affections.
This would last forever...
The End!
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addictedtotlou · 10 months
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Late Night Trips
Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel x fem!reader
Summary: Your movie night takes an unexpected turn.
Word count: 1.286
Warnings: 18+, age gap, smut, unprotected p in v, public sex, pet names. Let me know if I missed something!
Author’s note: Hiiiii! I wanted to write a quick drabble so here it is!! Feel free to reblog, comment and like, let me know what you think, I hope you’ll like it! My requests are open so send whatever you want!
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Walking through the isle of the desolated grocery store, you keep thinking about how much you’d like to be on your couch watching a movie. But what is movie night without snacks and drinks?
That’s why you forced yourself to put on some clothes and make a quick trip to the supermarket to buy what you needed.
The only positive thing is that you are alone there, just some teenagers and a man other than you, which means no queue at the checkout. 
The sound of the heel of your black texan boots on the floor echoes in the building, your pink skirt and black tank top are still too much fabric on you, the heat of Austin is unbearable and walking frantically to get out of there as soon as possible is not helping at all.
The hair on your nape is damp and you take a detour to the frozen food section to take advantage of the cold there. 
After five minutes of pretending to be interested in frozen veggies, you walk to where chips and various snacks are. You don’t think twice when you pick two bags of nachos and one of classic chips. 
You then proceed to get the drinks, you opt for a cherry Coke. 
You spot it on the top shelf, so you raise your arm as much as you can in an attempt to grab it while holding the food in your other arm. 
You’re standing on your tippy toes and you have to repeat your actions a couple of times, just to end up being unsuccessful. 
“Oh, Goddamit!” You exclaim frustrated, huffing with a scrunch of your nose, looking totally cute. 
“Need a hand, honey?” The low male voice makes you turn your head to your right and your eyes meet those of the man you saw when you entered the store. Dark brown hair and brown eyes, whiskers adorn his upper lip. 
Whiskers, your weakness.
His broad shoulders and biceps are trapped in a dark blue t-shirt and his legs are wrapped in some Levi’s.
He’s holding a pack of beers and chips and his eyes are studying your figure as if you’re the main topic of his next college exam. 
“Um, yeah. The cherry Coke, please.”
Without hesitation nor difficulty, he flexes his arm to grab the plastic bottle and hands it to you. You’re about to take it in your hand and politely thank the man, but he retracts it before you can wrap your fingers around it.
“What’s your name?” His raspy voice is attracting, you can’t deny it. Actually, he’s hot. Very hot.
You debate for a while on whether you should tell a stranger your name or not, but he seems friendly and you’re looking forward to going home soon, so you just tell him.
“Nice name,” he says while holding out to you your drink, “I’m Joel.” He smiles and then, “Cherry Coke, by the way?”
“If you’re trying to mock me for that, don’t even start.” You answer back and let out a small laugh, making a few steps to get out of the aisle.
“Have you even tried it?” You continue as you see Joel walking right behind you, directed to the checkout too. 
“I don’t need to,” he shakes his head chuckling, “Disgustin’”.
You rest your hand on your chest dramatically, laying your purchases on the conveyor belt. “That’s how you hurt my feelings.”
Joel imitates your actions, freeing his hands from the stuff he was holding. 
You seem to be frozen watching him pass the tip of his thumb and index finger on his mustache, briefly looking at his plushy lips. 
In fact, you don’t notice that the employee of the supermarket already scanned your items and is waiting for your payment. You seem to come back to reality when you feel Joel’s hand gently lay his hand on the small of your back, as to wake you up from your trance. 
His burning touch gets to you as your cheeks are tinted in a light shade of red, clearly embarrassed of yourself.
You clear your throat and smile briefly at the man near you, patting the pockets of your skirt to look for your wallet. You even check your back pockets and when you realize it’s not there either, you widen your eyes, whispering under your breath an inaudible ‘Fuck’.
Joel, who immediately understands what is going on, lets another chuckle out, giving you a mocking look, “Forgot your wallet, uh?”
He lets the employee know he’s paying for everything and takes both bags, raising his eyebrows towards you. 
You walk out of the grocery store side to side until he gets to his truck.
“Thank you for paying for my stuff too and not leaving me there to deal with it.” You laugh shortly, scratching a small area on your upper arm as to placate your discomfort caused by the recent events.
“That’s all ‘m going to get, darlin’? Thank you?”
You’re kneeled behind Joel’s truck on the concrete of the parking lot, it’s scratching your knees and you can feel the skin there burning. That doesn’t stop you from licking Joel’s length up and down, before taking it in the warm comfort of your mouth. 
His big hand is drown in your hair and he’s guiding your movements to his pleasure.
“You should see yourself, baby. Fuckin’ naughty just for me.” He sighs from pleasure, tightening his grip in your hair as you teasingly look up at him from under his lashes. “Doin’ good with those cherry Coke flavored lips.”
The streetlights that were lighting the parking lot are turned off now that the grocery store is closed and Joel takes advantage of it, holding both your arms to make you stand up. You let his member out with a pop of your lips, a light opposing moan escaping from you.
Your heated center is also asking for attention and Joel seems to sense that because what you know next is that he pushes you against the bed of the back of his truck, your stomach against the hard metal.
In a quick gesture, he hungrily rolls your skirt up, moving your thong to the side. The action causing his fingers to graze your dripping folds. You sigh at the contact and let out a “Could you please fuck me, mister?
Joel groans because he knows exactly what you’re doing, acting all polite even though you’re about to get fucked in a parking lot. 
Without a warning, he slips inside you and starts pounding into you as if his life is depending on it. He sighs and groans repeatedly while slapping and gripping your ass continuously, his left hand still in your hair to keep you still. 
“You feel so good, behavin’ so nicely for me, darlin’.” And “Keep going, Joel, I want more.”
You don’t even try to suppress and contain your moans, he’s making you feel too good. He’s filling you up totally and you love when he gets out of you just to sink back in seconds after. 
The sound of his skin slamming against yours turns on you both and you suddenly feel Joel’s teeth dipping in the skin of your shoulder as he fills you up with his warm liquid, right after you screamed his name clenching around him and coating his dick with yours.
Your damp forehead is pressed on the slightly rolled down window of Joel’s truck, the back of his hand is warm moving against your thigh and you’re chewing the nachos that Joel bought you while he’s driving you home.
You’re considering making more late night trips to the grocery store in the future. 
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togrowoldinv · 1 year
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Familiarity
Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader
Wanda is living her best sitcom life in Westview until you show up. It’s up to you to help her remember her old life
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Oral and fingering (Wanda receiving) and language
Note: This is milf Wanda 😌 For the sake of this story, there’s more time between the events of the Avengers movies and WandaVision.
Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist
Drinks. Bread. Chips. Fruit. You’re going through your grocery list in your head as you turn onto the next isle at the grocery store and bump directly into another person.
“Oh, I’m so sorry ma’am. Let me help you,” you say as you pick up the things that the woman had dropped. “Here you are.”
You stand back up to be met with a beautiful woman with two small babies in her cart. She’s exactly who you were hoping you would eventually run into. The new woman in town, the one with a mysterious husband and seemingly magical babies.
“Thank you,” the woman says as she takes the groceries from your outstretched hands. “Sorry I probably should have been on the right side of the isle,” she says.
“That’s quite alright. I wasn’t watching where I was going either. I’m y/n by the way. Are you getting supplies for the neighborhood cookout?”
“Oh, yes, I am. I’m Wanda,” Wanda says and as if on cue both of the boys get fussy. “And this is Tommy and Billy,” she says as she rubs both of their backs to calm them. It doesn’t do much good. “I better be getting them back home for a nap. It was nice to meet you, y/n.”
“It was a pleasure, Wanda,” you say, reaching your hand out for her to shake. She does so and you feel an electric shock course through your veins.
As you walk away from Wanda, you notice she stands there for a few moments and seems a little disoriented. Perhaps she felt that electricity too.
It’s the next day when you expect to see her at the annual fall cookout. The weather is nice, so you put on your favorite fall flannel and head out of the door. It’s a short walk to the town square.
When you arrive, you see Wanda over by the haybales with her boys. You greet your other neighbors and drop off your food at the tables that are set up.
“Hey there, neighbor,” you say to Wanda as you make your way to her. You offer her a drink and she takes it with a kind smile.
 “Hey y/n,” Wanda says. “I like your shirt.”
“Oh, thanks,” you say. You’re about to speak again when you’re interrupted by the sudden presence of a man.
“Hi there darling,” the man says to Wanda as he takes a baby from her arms. You put together that it’s her husband.
“Vision, this is y/n. Y/n, this is my husband,” Wanda says.
“Nice to meet you,” you say politely.
You converse with Wanda and Vision a little while longer before you excuse yourself to help with the cooking. For the next thirty minutes, you keep your eyes on Wanda and watch for her to get a moment alone.
It comes when she says she is going to her house to get more supplies for the babies. You walk quickly after her and tap on her shoulder.
“Fancy meeting you here,” you joke in the timely fashion and Wanda laughs.
“You can come inside with me if you want,” Wanda says as she opens her front door.
You follow her inside and decide it’s time for you to follow through with what you’re here for.
“Wanda before you go upstairs, I need to talk to you,” you say.
“Oh is this about the neighborhood parking or something because-“
“Cut the fake town shit, Wanda,” you say. She startles at your tone and walks closer to you.
“Who are you?” she asks.
“I didn’t lie about who I am. Unlike you. You’re an Avenger walking around here playing house. Just drop the act and let’s leave this place, Wanda.”
“No.”
“Don’t make me stop you myself,” you say.
Wanda is extremely close to you now. Her eyes look into yours with a certain intensity that you’re sure they’re about to turn red.
“You can’t stop me, y/n,” she says with a tone that almost makes you shiver. Her accent is back, and its thickness intensifies the situation.
“Yes I can, Wanda. And I will,” you say, standing your ground.
“Make a move. You’ll regret it,” she says.
“You have to leave this place, Wanda. You have to come back to us,” you say.
“To us? I don’t even know you. Who is this us?”
“You know me, Wanda. And you know Sam, Bucky, Rhodey, Steve, Peter, Nat. All of us. I tried to play nice and let you remember me, but I can’t do it anymore.”
“Who are you to me?”
“Leave Westview and you’ll remember.”
“I can’t,” she says, her voice still bordering anger but there’s a slight change in her tone this time. You’re breaking down her walls.
“You can’t or you won’t?”
“I- I don’t know. Everything was going fine here and now you show up like this. I just don’t need to leave. This is my home now,” Wanda explains.
She’s still close to you and you place a hand on her cheek. There’s a reason Wanda doesn’t flinch. Deep down she knows you won’t hurt her.
“Kiss me, Wanda,” you say.
Her eyes go wide. And you repeat your words.
Wanda’s eyes search yours before she leans in and places her lips against yours. It’s chaste and tentative but it sparks a familiar feeling in her.
“Y/n,” Wanda says after she pulls away.
“Wanda,” you say.
She kisses you again. This time it’s ferocious. Her lips chase after yours like a lioness after its prey. Your hands travel down from her face to her neck as hers circle your waist.
When you move your lips to her neck, she pulls you further into the living room and you fall back on her couch. Wanda straddles you as your hands fiddle with the zipper on her jeans.
“Can I?” You ask her, nodding to the pants.
“Please,” Wanda replies.
Your fingers work quickly to unzip her pants and pull them down her legs. You take this chance to flip her onto her back and hover over her.
She’s still in her sweatshirt as you kiss the insides of her thighs. Wanda makes sweet moans as you get closer to her aching core. The panties she wears does little to stop you from seeing how wet she is for you.
“Please y/n. Please fuck me,” Wanda groans out as your fingers play with her underwear waistband.
“I will, my love,” you reply.
With that, you slip off her panties and dive into her core. It’s the familiar feeling of your tongue against her that makes her start to truly remember you.
“Y/n, you feel so good,” Wanda says as you add your fingers to the mix and she feels so much pleasure that she’s practically dripping.
You keep your fingers moving at a steady pace as you emerge from between her lips. Your face has evidence of Wanda’s arousal and she bites her lip at the sight.
Wanda reaches her hand out to grasp your shirt and bring you in for a kiss. She tastes herself on your tongue and moans as your fingers hit the right spot.
“Let go, Max,” you say. She shudders at the nickname only you call her. “You know me. You can do it.”
And she listens to you. When she comes undone by your touch, she feels a new sense of familiarity. One she can’t help but acknowledge.
You two sit up and Wanda looks you over intently. You hand her her pants and she puts them back on.
“You’re my- are you my wife?” Wanda asks.
“You remember me now?” You ask her.
“Yeah I think I do. But how did this happen? Why am I in here with Vision and my boys?” Wanda asks.
“We don’t know exactly. But some time has passed since Vision died. And I know he was your great love, Wanda, but you’re mine. We were together. We were happy and then you were gone. It took me weeks to discover you were here,” you explain.
“I don’t know how any of this started, but I do know that I can end it. I just have to give up my boys,” Wanda says sadly.
“Wanda, look at me,” you start, “we can have kids. Me and you. And there’s gotta be some element of realness to these boys too. Seeing you with them makes me believe that’s true. I promise we can figure it out, my love. But you have to let this town free.”
“I will,” Wanda says. “I’ll make this right.”
You stand up off the couch and offer Wanda your hand. She takes it and you walk back outside. You let go of her and let her say a final goodbye to her children and to Vision. You can’t imagine how much it must hurt her to lose them.
Wanda takes another look around before she starts letting the red force field start to open and fade away. It pains her to do it, but as she starts being more free she starts regaining her memory of you.
At the time the town is back to normal, Wanda runs to envelope you in a hug.
“I’m so sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry, my beautiful wife,” she says over and over again as you hug her.
“It’s okay, Wanda. I’m just glad you’re okay,” you say.
She pulls back from the hug and kisses you deeply. Feeling completely familiar now, she smiles into the kiss and pulls you closer.
“I love you, y/n.”
“I love you too, Wanda.”
“Let’s go home,” she says.
“Let’s do it. Hey, there’s one more thing Wanda,” you say.
“What is it, baby?” She asks you.
“You were a total milf in there,” you tease her.
“Oh, well my boys were real to me so maybe I still am I what you call a milf,” Wanda suggests.
“You’re right, Max. I’m married to a total milf,” you say. She laughs at that.
As the two of you make your way back home, you discuss how you’re going to find the boys. You’ll do whatever it takes to make your wife happy. Even if it means entering the multiverse if that’s what it takes.
But for now, you drive home with your wife by your side. It’s right where you want to be.
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Samhain: The Ancient Celtic Origins of Halloween
Halloween is one of the most important days of the year among many Wiccan and goth communities. It is also a fun mainstream holiday that kids with a sweet tooth look forward to all year!
Halloween is based on an ancient Celtic festival known as Samhain, which marked the end of the harvest season and the start of the cold and dark winter months. The supernatural was thought to be more potent during this darker half of the year, and rituals conducted at Samhain would protect the community over the coming months.
Many modern Halloween practices draw on the traditional rituals conducted around Samhain, brought to the United States by Irish and Scottish immigrants. But let’s take a closer look at the traditional Samhain festival.
Gaelic Festival of the Harvest
Samhain belongs principally to the Gaelic world. It was an important festival day in Ireland, Scotland, and the Isle of Man. It was held annually on 1 November, which meant celebrations started during the evening on 31 October since the Celtic day began at sunset.
While Samhain was best associated with the Irish world, similar festivals were conducted around the same time of year by other Celtic communities. In Wales, it was known as Calan Gaeal, in Cornwall as Kalan Gwav, and in Brittany as Kalan Goanv.
It is no surprise that this date was considered important by many different communities. It is halfway between the Autumn equinox and the Winter solstice, which, in the northern hemisphere, is when the days start to get shorter and colder. This was extremely significant in many parts of the world, such as northern Europe, where the sun barely rises in the height of winter. The Norse people living in Scandinavia also marked this important moment in the Wheel of the Year with a different festival known as Alfablot.
Ancient Festival
There is good evidence that Samhain was an ancient festival. Several Neolithic passage tombs found in Ireland are aligned with the rising sun on Samhain, suggesting that the date was already marked out as important. A first-century BCE calendar, known as the Gaulish Coligny Calendar, calls this time of year Samoni.
The earliest clear evidence for Samhain as we know it today comes from the earliest examples of Irish literature, which date to the 9th century. Ireland was already Christianized by this time, so the traditions and practices described are a mix of old Pagan customs and Christian overlays and influences.
There is some evidence to suggest that the Pagan festival of Samhain was associated with the god Chrom Cruach, who seems to have been both a solar and a fertility deity. He is a wizened god hidden by mists who accepts “firstborn” sacrifices in exchange for good harvests.
While firstborn sacrifices were probably, in many cases, first harvests, there is also evidence that Chrom Cruach received human sacrifice. But rather than babies, he seems to have received kings. It is suspected that several Irish bog burials represent the ritual sacrifice of kings or other important persons. There is good evidence that many of them were interred around the time of Samhain.
Samhain Gatherings
By the 9th century, Samhain was a time of festival and celebration. Communities would gather in large groups to eat, drink, and be merry for about a week around the specific dates of Samhain. This meant that Samhain also had political importance as it was a time to reaffirm bonds with neighbors and allies, and leaders could confirm and pass rules and laws.
Many of the stories of Irish literature are set during Samhain as this is a time when people came together for festivities, marriages, and also conflict.
With the community gathered, the practice of mumming or guising, the root of trick-or-treating, was practiced. People would dress up in masked costumes to hide their identities and go from place to place dancing and reciting verses in exchange for food. Traditions around hospitality and welcoming guests meant that denying these passersby food could bring bad luck and perhaps also a trick from the disappointed players.
Day of the Dead
Samhain and also Beltane, which falls on May 1 when the days start to get longer, are considered liminal moments. At these times, the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest, and there is more interaction between the mortal and the supernatural. Ghosts, fairies, and demons are considered to be more powerful when the sun is weak, so Samhain marks the beginning of a dangerous period in general. The festival is a portal moment when forces can easily move between worlds.
In Irish literature, there are many stories of deceased ancestors returning to see their homes at Samhain (and they aren’t always happy with what they see!). More dangerous entities can also pass between the worlds, killing livestock and burning down homes if they so choose.
For this reason, Samhain rituals were often conducted at burial mounds, which were considered portals to the other world. Protective bonfires were built, and sacrifices were made to appease the spirits, called collectively the Aos Si. When people returned home, they would take a spark from the ritual bonfire to light their own hearth and lay out an extra plate for the honored ancestors.
Divination
The thin veil between the world meant that this was also the perfect time for divination practices. For example, stones were often cast into the bonfire during the festivities, and then an experienced diviner could read the future based on their positioning and burning.
Back at home, families would also engage in fun divination practices, often using apples and hazelnuts, both associated with the practice.
Games such as bobbing for apples could reveal whether a person would marry or have children in the coming months. People would also peel an apple in a single long strand while asking a question. They would then throw the peel over a shoulder, and the shape of the peel could provide an answer.
Two hazelnuts were named for an individual and their heart’s desire and then placed on the fire to roast. If the hazelnuts jumped away from the fire, this was not a good sign for the match. But if the two roasted quietly side by side, this was a good omen.
Interested in divination? You will find Tarot Cards and Runestones in the store. Read our guide to how to use Tarot Cards here.
Witches of Samhain
In modern Paganism and Wicca, Samhain has been adopted as one of the principal Sabbats of the Wheel of the Year. While practices vary, these modern festivals are also based on the belief that this is a moment when the veil between the worlds is thin, so this is the ideal time to engage with our ancestors and the supernatural.
It also seems that Samhain has long been the domain of witches. One of the principal sites in Ireland where Samhain bonfires were built and rituals conducted is known as the Hill of Ward, which is the burial mound for Tlachtga.
Tlachtga was the daughter of the Arch Druid Mug Ruith, and she traveled with her father, learning his secrets and becoming an accomplished witch. She was reportedly raped by the sorcerer Simon Magus and, as a result, gave birth to three sons on this very mound, where she also died.
The resting place of the powerful witch was clearly considered a potent portal during the time of Samhain.
Some believe that Tlachtga only became a witch in Christian sources and, before this, was a Pagan sun goddess. This would also make her an appropriate goddess for Samhain, alongside the sun dog Crom Cruach.
How will you be celebrating Halloween?
It is not hard to see the roots of modern Halloween practices in many of the rituals and activities associated with the ancient Gaelic festival of Samhain. But for most people, Halloween has lost its spiritual meaning and is just some good fun.
But there is a growing group of Neopagans and individuals who just want to connect more with the natural cycles of the year that are reviving traditional Samhain practices.
So, the question is, how will you be celebrating this important date in the calendar? Let us know in the comments section below.
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Holiday shopping
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Natasha Romanoff x female reader
Summary: you and Nat go holiday shopping with your kids
Today was the day your family went shopping for Christmas gifts for your friends and extended family (avengers). You guys drove to the mall. “Ok everybody remember we are shopping for our uncles and aunts today,” Nat says. “Mama you help me buy pwents,” Ali states in a bossy voice. “I’ll help you buy presents boss,” your wife says with a laugh. “Me too me too,” Nick says. “Ok I will help you too,” Nat says. The Romanoff’s all go inside the mall. “What story are we going to first?” you ask the kids. “Target so we can get Mac and cheese for Aunty Yelena and things for aunt Wanda,” Ali says. “Ok target great choice,” you say. You all walk into Target. You grab a cart settling Nick inside the cart well Nat carries Taila.
“If you see anything that you would like to get for your other uncles or aunts let me know,” you say. You go down the cookware asisle Taila sees some Christmas towels and a mug that says Ho Ho on it. “Mama mommy can we please get some Christmas towels for Aunt Wanda and a cup for Uncle Bucky that says Ho Ho on it?”Taila asks. “Sure you want to put them in the cart or do you want mama to do it?” you ask. “Mama dose it,” Taila says with a smile. Nat puts the stuff in the cart and go down the clothes isle. Nick spots a purple sweatshirt with a cute dog on it he tugs on your hand. “Did you find something?” you ask. “Pwple pwple pwple,” he says excitedly looking at the purple sweatshirt with a cute dog on it. “Who are we getting the purple sweatshirt for?” Nat asks Nick. “Unle lin,”he says with a toothy grin. You put the sweatshirt in the cart. You go down a few more isles picking out gifts. “Let’s go get some food it’s almost lunch time,” Nat says.
“Great idea my love,” you say. The Romanoff’s all go to the food court. “Ok gang what do we all want?” you ask. “Nugget happy meal,” Ali states. “Nuggets too please,” Nick says. “What do you want mi amor?” you ask the love of your life. “Hmm I’ll have a double hamburger and some fries,” Nat replies. “Ok well I’ll be back with all the food soon,” you say leaving. Nat picks up Nick from the cart and puts him on her hip. He buries his face in his Mama’s neck clearly tired. You come back with the food ten minutes later. “Your food has arrived everyone,” you say setting down the tray of food down. “Thanks Детка,” Nat says. “No problem babe,” you respond. The four of you guys eat your food. After eating your food you all go to another store. “Let’s get the last few gifts for your aunts and uncles,” Nat says.
“Mama me tired,” Nick says trying to stay awake. “I know bud but just a couple more gifts then we can go home,” Nat says softly. You grab the last few gifts for everyone. The gifts are a purple sweatshirt with a cute dog, the mug, Christmas towels, mac and cheese with a bottle of hot sauce, paint supplies, a Spider-Man plushie, an Ironman Christmas sweater, a cute dog plushie, some candles, a photo album, and some science books.
You guys went out to the car Nat strapped the kids in their carseats well you put everything in the car. You drove home the kids all fell asleep on the way home. You and Nat put the kids down for a nap. Then unloaded the car setting everything inside. Nat made some warm drinks for you and you two cuddle on the couch relaxing. “I love spending time as a family, Nat says softly. “Me too love,” you say. You two share a long passionate kiss.
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What is Beltane? Beltane, also known as May Day, is a vibrant and ancient festival that marks the beginning of summer. It falls around May 1st, nestled between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. Let’s dive into the rich history of Beltane and explore how to celebrate this magical time.
The Origins:
Beltane has deep roots in Celtic traditions, particularly among the Gaels in Ireland, Scotland, and the Isle of Man.
The name “Beltane” likely comes from the Gaelic word “beloteniâ,” meaning “bright fire.”
It’s a time when the veil between the living and the spirit world is thin, making it perfect for honoring ancestors and practicing spiritual communication.
Historical Practices:
🔥 Light the Beltane Fire: Light bonfires using nine sacred woods (like rowan, apple, and pine). These flames symbolize love, passion, and protection.
🌺 Dance Around the Maypole: Gather friends and dance around a maypole, weaving ribbons and celebrating fertility.
💐 Make Flower Crowns: Flowers represent fertility and growth. Braid them into your hair, create wreaths, and use them in recipes.
💞 Celebrate Love and Fertility: Honor the union of the Lord and Lady (masculine and feminine energies) through simple or elaborate rituals.
🍓 Share a Beltane Feast: Enjoy these traditional treats, invoking the spirit of Beltane.
Bannock Bread: Bannock is a flatbread oatcake that has endured through the ages. It’s simple, hearty, and perfect for Beltane. Bake it over an open fire to connect with the festival’s fiery energy. Caudle: Caudle is a warm, spiced drink made with milk, eggs, and ale or wine. It symbolizes nourishment, abundance, and the return of life after winter. Butter and Milk: Dairy products represent fertility and prosperity. Enjoy fresh butter and milk as part of your Beltane feast. Goat Meat: In ancient times, a sacrificed lamb was often cooked over the Beltane bonfire. Goat meat can be a modern alternative, symbolizing abundance and sustenance. Honey and Sweet Foods: Beltane celebrates the sweetness of life and passion. Incorporate honey, sweet pastries, and desserts into your menu. Fresh Fruits and Vegetables: Beltane falls during a time when the earth is abundant with grain. Enjoy strawberries, asparagus, and other seasonal produce to honor the season. Mead: Mead, the ancient honey wine, is associated with Beltane’s joyful and passionate energy. Raise a toast to the turning of the wheel and the promise of warmer days.
Modern Celebrations:
Nature Walks: Embrace the beauty of spring by taking a walk in nature.
Goddess Rituals: Connect with the divine feminine energy.
Ancestor Honoring: Light a candle for passed ancestors and express gratitude.
Romantic Date Night: Celebrate love and passion with your partner.
Journaling: Reflect on what Beltane means to you.
Remember, Beltane is a time of renewal, passion, and growth. Whether you’re dancing around a fire or sipping lavender lemonade, let the magic of this season infuse your spirit. 🌸🔥✨
Learn more:
"Sabbats: A Witch’s Approach to Living the Old Ways” by Edain McCoy
Llewellyn’s Sabbat Essentials
🌿🌞 Blessed Beltane! 🌞🌿
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Can you make a joe quinn x reader where him and the reader have been together for a while and since hes getting more famous of st4 she notices the fangirls comment about her and her body and how of a small chest she has compared to others and she believes yhem and wsnts to do a breast surgery and she hides the papers from him untul he finds them and they fight about it and she explains why she wants to do it and he tells her it doesnt matter to him and that he loves her and they make love? :)
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“What the fuck is this?”
Oh, it had been sort of fun at first. 
You would excitedly point out people taking sneaky pictures on the tube, and Joe would scrunch his face at you, before turning to smile at who ever had recognized him out and about. It had become a recent phenomenon that you had to deal with, and it took some time getting used to. Before, Joe had been recognized only once when you’d been out with him, and it had been an older gentleman who’d seen him in a play and just wanted to come tell him about it. No photo. No nothing. Just a nice chat.    It fascinated you that now girls would come up to him as you would do a Wednesday afternoon food shop. They’d hug him in isle 3 in Tesco’s, next to the cartons of milk and boxes of cereal as you would pretend to be invisible, pushing the trolley away as you'd keep shopping. They’d hug him so tightly; his breath would escape his chest as he posed for pictures taken with phones in shaky hands.
   Joe never minded. Joe always made time. He’d match their energy and his media training would kick in, you’d clock it immediately, but Joe was always genuine. A class act. He wouldn’t go as far to say that it’s what he actively wanted, being recognized in places and at times he didn’t expect to be, but he was so grateful for it. It meant that he was doing something right. It had tickled you to no end when you found people were talking online under reposted photos that were plucked off of your social media pages. You had been quick to privatize everything, but people had their ways, you were sure. People would argue with passion – “Joseph can hang out with a girl without having to date her!”, “Oh my God that’s literally his sister!”, “Daft cows, that’s his agent.”. You would send Joe screenshots in WhatsApp, adding “my good friend” or “such close siblings” with love heart emojis and he would write back “fuck off, weirdo”.    When you’d been less careful and had kissed outside of a McDonalds late at night, it had proven that Joe was in fact spoken for. You had both been drinking, and you’d been so very happy with your little box of chicken nuggets, feeding Joe little bites as he smoked a cigarette next to the entrance. Joe had kissed you, and you had broken away from him in laughter because he still had chicken in his mouth. The photos and videos of you from across the street, a well lit and busy restaurant behind you and cars passing in front of you, had spread online. For a full week people you were close to couldn’t stop sending you screenshots as they came across them on social media. And you had really liked the pictures too! You really liked what you’d been wearing, and Joe had been in his brown suit – just cute pics of a cute couple being cute together.
“What the fuck is this?”
But Joe had told you to stop looking for pictures online, knowing not everyone would be nice. And he’d been right. The things you’d come across would sometimes baffle you, and you would absolutely lose yourself for hours, hidden behind your phone or laptop screen. You hadn’t let Joe see, but some of these girls were ruthless. There was no way you would have been able to predict the running joke you had become online.    “Small tits McGee.” “Joe’s a boob man, how is this fair on him” “Is that why he hugs every single girl he meets like that? So he gets to press himself up to actual boobs?”   Words cut deep. Deeper than you’d like to admit. And then there were TikTok videos of edited pictures pulled from your Facebook account. Big boobs photoshopped onto your frame, replaced by the actual real shot, a flashing “before and after” on a loop that emphasized your small cup-size. It wouldn’t have affected you so bad if you hadn’t already been riddled with insecurity. These girls were only echoing the voices in your head and even though you tried your very best not to, you had spiraled. 
Your boyfriend had noticed you seemed a little less happy than before. You were in moods more often, and when asking if you were okay, if something was wrong, you’d never let up. “I’m fine,” you’d say, fake smile plastered on your face. And Joe wouldn’t press it, because he knew you’d come to him if you needed to, but his worry didn’t fade.
“What the fuck is this?”
After staring at yourself in your bathroom mirror, examining yourself until your body didn’t even look real to you anymore, you started looking at websites of plastic surgeons. Breast augmentations were expensive, but the images on their websites looked good. You would scan your eyes across pages for images of breasts that looked like yours in the before photos, just to see what you could turn into if you had the money. You were sure you could save up for one, it’d just take a while. You were zooming in on scars, contemplating if you’d be okay with having those, when you decided that booking a consultation would probably still your mind a bit.
And so you’d gone in. And you hadn’t told Joe. Or anyone, for that matter. And they had shown you things. 3D images of what you may look like after. And they had let you feel implants. And they’d drawn over your chest and hadn’t even questioned why you were there, so you knew. Yours were the kind of boobs people got augmented. You’d left your first appointment with booklets, flyers, and folders. They had printed the photo they had taken of you. The before. And also, the virtual after. 
Sometimes, when Joe wouldn’t be in, you’d just look at it. Getting used to it. Holding up the image next to your own body, and you had started preferring the body that was promised to you by the surgeon. So, you silently had started to save money, because maybe, this was just right for you. It would end the stream of comments and jokes you’d read every day, because you couldn’t not check to see what people were saying about you.   “What the fuck is this?” Joe’s tone was accusatory. Harsh. 
You’d walked in on Joe, the booklets and flyers laid out on the table in front of him, the two printed pictures in his hands. He’d found them. You hadn’t known exactly how to react, but your instinct was to settle down the upset that roared within your boyfriend and had seeped out through his eyes at you. 
“Oh, that’s nothing,” you tried minimizing it, sounding aloof. But your face had flushed red with embarrassment as you had stepped forward to try and take the pictures from Joe. “You’re not thinking of doing this.” Joe accused, moving his hands out of your reach and the anger in his voice flushed your body with adrenaline. You didn’t appreciate Joe’s tone. Who was he to decide this for you? His face didn’t falter, not a hint of empathy behind his eyes, and you felt anger bubble up your throat.   “And if I was?” in your head you had sounded stern, but your voice left your body too shaky for your liking. Joe’s face dropped suddenly and flooded with concern. “Sweetheart,” he looked at the images again, and you felt strangely exposed. “Why?” Joe asked on an exhale, his eyes scanning the printed 'after' photo. Your arms subconsciously wrapped around your stomach, and you raised your shoulders in a shrug. Explaining it would mean you’d have to confess it was his fans that had gotten under your skin, and you didn’t want to do that. You chewed at the inside of your cheek, before growing frustrated at Joe looking at the images of you in his hands.  “Give those here,” you successfully snatched them from him this time and started collecting the rest from the table. Joe watched you, his eyebrows furrowed, and his face showed genuine confusion. Your response to his words, the way you were scrambling to hide all the things he’d found when he had been looking for an envelope in drawers littered with random junk had absolutely taken him by surprise. You’d never mentioned any of this before to him.  “You know you don’t need it,” Joe tried, but the compliment fell on deaf ears. You moved the pile of papers back into the drawer where Joe had found them, no need to be secretive about them now. You didn’t know how long ago Joe had discovered them, and how much of the information he’d read through. “I’m just entertaining the idea.” You pushed the drawer shut, figuratively also closing the door on the topic in your mind. It didn’t work as easy as that on Joseph, though. “When were you going to tell me?” Joe snarked, clearly annoyed by his failed attempt to quickly talk you out of getting a boob job. He couldn’t accept your mindless disregard, and he wasn’t sure what irked him more. The fact that you’d withheld this from him, or the thought of coming home one day and finding you with fake tits high up on your chest. “I would’ve let you know eventually,” you said tensely. “It doesn’t really concern you.” You lied, entirely too unconvincing and he could hear it in your voice. Joe’s eyes shot down to your chest. What was wrong with them? You had never shown insecurity before, Joe’s hands were always welcome to grope. What had changed? “Stop staring.”  “You’re perfect.” Joe spoke softly, finding your eyes with his own, changing his tactics to change your mind. You weren’t great at hiding true feelings, and Joe had known you long enough to read your eyes with expertise. You scoffed at his little comment. “You are!” Joe argued, reaching out and grabbing your wrist. “Most wouldn’t agree,” you succumbed to Joe’s warm kindness and let him pull you closer. You looked down at how Joe intertwined his fingers with yours. “You should see the things they’re saying,” your voice was tiny and it shocked more worry into Joe. “Who?” Joe leant down a little, his face moving to find your line of sight to make you look at him.  “Them. Online! I know I shouldn’t look- you said I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it!” you huffed, defeated, chest heaving with anger still. You were scared to elaborate much further. You knew Joe hated that success in his career also could negatively affect whoever he was close to, so you really didn’t want to press it. It would just make him feel awful. But Joe understood and it hurt his heart. It didn’t need further explaining. He embraced you as you just stood there, arms down by your sides, overtly aware of your chest pressing up against his. “Come on,” Joe moved your arms to his back, “Hug me back.”. You weakly left your hands where Joe had placed them, and you felt frustration-tears at the sides of your eyes. “Tightly!” Joe whined at you, and you obliged. You clasped your hands around your own tensed arms behind him and squeezed his ribs tightly. The pressure of your touches made the tears escape your eyes and you nuzzled your face into Joe’s chest. Then Joe reached behind you and opened the drawer you had just shut moments before, taking out the pile of paper and turning you around in his grip. Hovering over you from behind, his head heavy on your shoulder, one hand still around your waist, he guided you to the bin in the kitchen. One of his feet pressed down on the paddle, opening it in front of you. And then instead of throwing everything in himself, he pressed it all into your hands. “You don’t need it.” Joe spoke into your ear before kissing you on the patch of skin just below it, both his hands now firmly around you, holding you up. You frowned, and hesitated. Joe picked up on it immediately. “These,” his hands found your boobs, and you caved your chest inward slightly. “Are so fucking pretty.” Joe’s voice was deep, aroused, as he spoke in a near whisper and a groan slipped out right next to your ear. You dropped all that you were holding, most of it missed the bin completely, but it didn’t matter. You turned to find his lips with your own. And Joe made sure to pay extra attention to show his appreciation of you. He needed you to feel his worship of you in your bones. He roughly pushed your top up, yanking your bra up over your chest as well. His lips and teeth scraped the hot skin of your chest, tongue swirling and leaving wet trails across them. He covered you in kisses and nibbled at your nipples as your head fell back in pleasure, moans escaping your throat. Before you knew it, Joe had picked you up with strong arms and slung you lazily over his shoulder. It made you shriek, trying your best to hold onto Joe so he wouldn’t drop you as he made his way over to the bedroom. There he let you fall onto the bed. Joe put a knee down either side of you, and for a moment, just looked at you through half-lidded eyes as you smiled back at him.
“Perfect.”     
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