#nervous about writing stuff that's slightly serious

[sadprose-auroras]

On Top – Hazel Callahan x reader

Hi! I have been able to think of literally nothing else but this character, so I simply had to. Shoutout to all the incredible writers who have been doing the lord’s work writing for Hazel already, you’re all amazing <3 I just had to add my little contribution.

Content: mild violence, sexual themes and making out, cursing, out of practise writing, no use of y/n.

Summary: Cheerleader!reader and Hazel have the hots for each other. Other stuff contextualises that, but it’s not as interesting. That’s about it. Please let me know if you enjoy! Word count: 4.4k

You first heard about the club when PJ and Josie approached you in the hallway as you were searching desperately for a book in your locker.

“Where is it?” you mumbled to yourself, when the pair came up behind you suddenly.

“Hey!”

You yelped in surprise, whipping around.

“Oh, hi. PJ. Josie.” You smiled. You weren’t particularly close with the two best friends, but you were friendly. Josie, more so. It wasn’t hard to be a little annoyed when you saw PJ treat Hazel the way she did. Okay, so maybe it infuriated you. Sure, your immense crush on Hazel might have had something to do with it, but nobody deserved to be tossed aside carelessly like that.

“What’s up? Um, we have a proposition for you,” Josie said. You frowned.

“Okay, what is it?” You were suddenly a little nervous.

“We think there is a serious lack of female solidarity at this school,” said PJ.

“Agreed,” you nodded. And you really did.

“So we’ve started this women’s, uh, like, um, solidarity club, to help us, y’know, come together, beat the patriarchy, learn to defend ourselves, it’s in the gym after school if you feel like coming along?” PJ asked.

“That actually sounds great.” You were excited. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly terrified of everything that was going on.

“Really? Great! And we were thinking that maybe you could bring along, y’know, some of your friends? Like- oh gosh, for example, Brittany and Isabel? Or-or- any of your, y’know fellow cheerleaders.”

You suppressed a smile. They were so not obvious. But you were down. Although you were considered fairly popular being a cheerleader, you were keen to hang out with some other girls. It felt like nobody truly understood you.

“I make no promises about Brittany and Isabel but I’ll ask! I’ll see you guys then,” you smiled, closing your locker. The bell rang, and you said your goodbyes as you headed off to class. You gave up on finding your book. Classes were weirdly short at your school, anyway.

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It didn’t take much convincing to get your friends to join you. Isabel was immediately excited about the club, and Brittany, bless her soul, followed Isabel anywhere she went. Your shoes awkwardly squeaked on the gym floor as the three of you walked in and approached the group. All eyes turned to the three of you, some sitting, some standing, and a silence fell among everyone. You cleared your throat, speaking up first.

“Hey, this is the women’s solidarity club, right? We want to join.”

To your surprise, Hazel was the first to bound over and smile. Your heartbeat rapidly increased and your cheeks warmed, so you quickly looked down, avoiding eye contact.

“Hey you guys, come on in! We were just about to start-“

“Trust exercises.” Josie interrupted.

“Wrestling- wrestling each other.” PJ said at the same time, her eyes locked on Brittany. “It’s a fight club, actually.” You frowned. Surely if you were going to start a club, you’d have a clear picture of what it was going to be first? They seemed to have no idea what they were doing.

Your friend seemed completely ignorant, or at the least unphased by PJ’s crush on her. Hazel cleared her throat, and you felt a surge of sympathy for the girl. Not that you would ever tell her that. You could barely look at her without melting into a puddle. Her big, dreamy eyes that you could pretty much drown in. Her smooth-as-honey voice. Her radiant smile. The way she was so sweet to everyone, even if they didn’t deserve it. How she was simultaneously so sure of herself, seemingly so confident. Her floppy hair that was always getting in her eyes, and just looked so soft that you always wanted to just reach out and-

Oh shit. You were definitely staring now. You looked away quickly, heart racing.

“We’re not supposed to talk about th-“ Josie mumbled to PJ. “It’s a self defence club,” she explained to the group. “Come on,” she gestured, and you all gathered in a circle, sitting down. Hazel sat next to you, and you had never been so aware of somebody’s physical presence before. All you needed to do was move your leg over a few inches and hers would be touching yours. You were vaguely aware of PJ explaining that you were going to practise defending yourselves against each other, but you were only half listening. You were too busy staring at Hazel’s knee. It was so close to yours. You were snapped out of your thoughts by her knee nudging yours. You looked up at Hazel, mortified that you were caught out.

“That’s you,” Hazel said.

“Huh? What? Oh,” you laughed nervously, putting two-and-two together. Josie had said your name. You gulped. You really didn’t want to go first. Surely fighting each other was counterintuitive for solidarity? You sat up, moving to the middle of the circle.

“And um… Hazel.” Josie said. Your eyes widened. You particularly didn’t want to fight her. What if you hurt her?

“Right, okay,” Hazel chuckled awkwardly, standing up to move into the middle as well. You smiled at each other nervously and began circling each other.

“C’mon!” someone shouted.

“Hit each other!” somebody else yelled even louder. Your heart racing, you took a step forward, swinging your fist, nowhere near as hard as you could have, cringing as you did so. Hazel, thankfully, ducked, and you missed. Continuing to circle each other, you both laughed nervously.

The group shouted encouragements, egging you both on. Hazel swung this time as you attempted to dodge. You didn’t quite move fast enough though, and her fist made contact with your cheekbone. You bit back a smile. It was not okay how much you enjoyed it.

“Get her, Hazel! Slay queen!” Sylvie shouted, as she swung again, and this time you ducked quickly. Using the opportunity, you thought you’d better try again, and attempted a right hook, cringing internally when your fist made contact. Hazel smiled. She actually smiled.

“Nice one,” she said, hitting you again, knocking you down onto your back. Amidst the shock, you were vaguely aware of your lip bleeding from where Hazel’s ring made contact. Before you could move to get up, she was on top of you, hips straddling yours, pinning down your wrists. The way her body was pressed against yours made your head spin and your breath quicken. Not to mention the throbbing between your thighs. Your cheer skirt had ridden up in the process, and it was difficult not to notice the only thing covering you were the thin bike shorts underneath.

“Ready to give up yet?” she asked, smirking. You smiled, using all of your strength to push her off you, the two of you rolling over so now you were on top of her. There was something about this particular situation that was making you so much more brave then usual.

“Definitely not,” you replied. There was a bit of back and forth as you rolled around, eventually ending up on your back, Hazel on top of you. Not that you were complaining. The soft noises she made, grunting and groaning as you fought, were possibly the hottest sounds you had ever heard in your entire life. It made you wonder what she sounded if they were noises of pleasure, instead of pain, if she might moan in delight if you were to kiss her neck, if you were to be between her legs, how she would gasp-

“Hazel wins!”

Oh fuck. Your train of thought had absolutely distracted you. You literally had forgotten to keep fighting back, too busy enjoying yourself. Hazel stood up, the loss of the feeling of her against you a large disappointment. You picked yourself up as well, wincing at the pain. Hazel was looking pretty worse for wear as well, blood dripping from her nose, hair mused. You vaguely wondered if it was normal to find it incredibly sexy.

“Well done,” you said, as she reached out to shake your hand. God, she was so endearing. You tried to ignore how much sweat had pooled on your palms.

“You too,” she said, “you were amazing.”

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The next few weeks in the club were truly amazing. Despite the fighting being the thing to bring all of you together, you really felt like you had bonded with every single one of the girls more than you could have imagined. There was a beauty in the trust you put in each other’s hands to be that violent with each other.

More than anything, you felt closer to Hazel. You could actually speak to her without feeling like you were going to explode with anxiety, instead wanting to explode with affection. The pair of you had developed a habit of sitting next to one another, and after every meeting you would hang around after everyone else had left, caught up in conversation. Those small moments were such a safe space, they felt electric; you felt like you could tell her anything and she would listen. And vice versa.

Well. Almost anything.

The two of you were sitting cross-legged in the middle of the gym floor, facing each other. You couldn’t even remember how long ago everyone else had left.

“I dunno, I just feel like this is the first time I’ve had actual, real, friends in school, you know?” Hazel said. The sadness in her eyes and twitch in her brow made you want to scream, to grab the shoulders of anyone who didn’t want to be her friend and ask what the fuck was fundamentally wrong with them.

You nodded sympathetically.

“Me too. I mean, I love Brittany and Isabel, but we didn’t even talk about anything that wasn’t cheer or schoolwork or petty relationship drama until we joined the club. Now we talk about real things.”

“That’s so great,” Hazel said softly, turning your insides to mush.

“You’re so great,” you breathed out quickly, gently placing your hand on her leg before you could think. You cleared your throat, drawing your hand back and placing it back in your lap, clasping your hands together.

“Thank you,” she said your name, and you fought the urge to melt into the floor at the way your name passed through her lips.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and you both whipped your heads to see who it was. PJ wandered in, and you stiffened.

“Hey, I left my backpack.” She jogged up, grabbing it off the ground and swinging it onto her shoulder. “What are you guys doing?”

“Nothing,” you said, possibly a little too defensively.

“Yeah, just talking,” Hazel said, standing up. You basically deflated with disappointment.

“We still on for tonight? I really need some help,” PJ said to Hazel expectedly, and she nodded in response.

“Yeah, for sure. See you later,” she smiled at you, and you tried to hide your disappointment.

“Bye guys,” you waved, waiting until they left to lay down on the floor and groan.

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“PJ, you’re a liar!”

“Yeah, well, you have no friends and a skank as a mom, so…”

The pain on Hazel’s face was evident. She looked like a kicked puppy. Your blood boiled. How dare PJ say that, after everything Hazel had done for her? Enough was enough. You shot up, stalking over to PJ, rage burning inside of you. With one swift movement, you swung your fist right to the centre of her face, knocking her clean onto the floor.

It suddenly dawned on you what you had done. All of your friends watched in shock, mouths hanging open. Nervously, you turned around, Hazel gazing at you in shock.

“I-uh-“ you stuttered, utterly humiliated. Before you could apologise to PJ for taking it too far, before anyone could say anything, Hazel darted off, the doors shutting loudly behind her.

“PJ, I’m sorry, I-“ you stuttered out to the girl still laying on the floor, before taking off after Hazel.

“Haze, wait!” You followed her figure out the gym, down the hallway, around a corner, and into the toilets.

You entered, taking a deep breath. Hazel was leaning against the sink, chewing on her fingernails.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, that was uncalled for. I know you don’t need me to stand up for you, and I know you like PJ, and that was so not my place, and-“ you said quickly. “I’m just really sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise to me,” Hazel sighed. “You were incredible. I should be thanking you, really.”

“Oh.” You took a small step forward, hands clasped behind your back.

“I don’t like PJ, by the way,” she shook her head, chuckling. Your stomach rolled and dipped.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly.

“I just hear the way she speaks to you, and I don’t know, I think you deserve better than that,” you shrugged.

“I know I do,” she said, shuffling back and forth nervously. “I just always want to see the best in people, I guess.”

“I love that about you,” you said quickly, without thinking. Blood rushed to your cheeks. You were getting dangerously close to confessing the entirety of your feelings for her. She was the one who made you feel brave. Hazel looked away shyly at this, grinning. God, she was beautiful. You took a moment to admire her.

“That doesn’t mean that you can’t be self-assured and brave at the same time,” you continued. “Really, I’ve always thought that you seem so confident.”

“I’m not as brave as I could be,” she said quietly, scanning your face. “As you.” She inched ever so closer to you. Her eyes were burning into yours, making you feel positively dizzy. “There’s so many things I wish I could do, but I just… don’t have the confidence.” Her voice got quieter and quieter as she spoke.

“Like what?” you asked, nibbling at your bottom lip. You didn’t even remember when you got this close to each other, all you had to do was lean forward just a bit and you would be-

“Oh my god, Hazel are you okay?” the door swung open, and you both jumped back.

“Y-yeah, thanks Josie,” Hazel replied, her adorable face reddening. “It was a wake-up call, if I’m honest.”

“Between you and me, PJ had it coming,” Josie said, placing her hand on your shoulder. You smiled at her gratefully. “Someone had to do it. I really think she’ll come to her senses and realise that she needs to treat you better, Hazel.”

“Thank you. Honestly, I don’t even care that much anymore,” she shrugged, stealing a glance at you. Your breath quickened.

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It took a few weeks, but everything pretty much went back to normal. PJ was genuinely showing Hazel how sorry she was, appreciating all of the work she did for the club. You and PJ were fine, as well. You forgave each other. Meetings went back to normal, and you found yourself constantly grateful for the group of strong, brave, kind-hearted, supportive girls.

You were currently sitting on your bed, books sprawled out in front of you, ‘studying.’ Okay, so maybe you weren’t entirely concentrating on science homework. Maybe, just maybe, you couldn’t get a certain brunette out of the forefront of your mind. Particularly a certain near-kiss incident. You always presumed there was no way she liked you, that she liked PJ, but now you weren’t sure. Would she have kissed you if you hadn’t been interrupted? Your doorbell rang, and you sighed in relief at the distraction from your rumination. Being home alone, you went down your stairs, heading towards the door and opening it before checking who it was. Nothing could have prepared you to see Hazel standing there, looking incredibly nervous and incredibly adorable. She was wearing a back and white shirt paired with a black vest that should have been illegal to look that good in.

“Hey!” you said, perhaps a little too cheerfully. “What are you doing here? Do you wanna come in?”

She grinned that smile of hers that you swear could cure any disease.

“Yeah, thanks. Just came to see you, if that’s okay? I know it’s a bit weird, I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” You shook your head as she wiped her feet before entering, and you shut the door behind her.

“Just studying. So boring. I’m grateful for the distraction,” you chuckled. And you truly were grateful. It’s as if all your worries and anxieties about Hazel disappeared as soon as she was in front of you. Because it was just Hazel. Your Hazel. Your friend. And no matter what, you loved her. And you knew she cared for you, romantic or not. And that wasn’t going to change.

“Look, I-“ she started, taking a deep breath, and then beginning again. “I’m trying to be brave like you are. To say what I feel when I feel it.” Her voice was steady and even. You wanted to correct her, tell her that you don’t say what you feel, but she continued.

“And what I feel, is that I might just die if I don’t kiss you right now.”

Holy shit.

Instead of responding, you placed your hand behind her neck, both of your bodies moving in sync towards each other. The moment your lips met, you exhaled through your noses in sync. As if you were both saying, finally. Her hands found your waist as your lips softly grazed one another’s, testing the water. You parted your lips slightly, deepening the kiss. Kissing somebody new usually felt daunting as you learned to navigate it, but you had never felt safer. Hazel’s hands moved back and forth on your waist, as her tongue darted out ever so slightly. You moaned softly into the kiss, hands gently threading through the hair at the bottom of her neck. It was just as soft as you imagined.

You pulled apart for a moment, faces close to one another. Neither of you could contain your smiles. You vaguely wondered if it was possible to faint from feeling so many butterflies. Not being able to help yourself, you reached up and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Wow,” you exhaled.

Hazel was the first one to move this time, crashing your lips together with more urgency this time. The kiss grew more passionate as you wrapped your arms around each other, yours draped around her neck, hers engulfing your entire back. It was as if you couldn’t get any closer, as if you were drowning and kissing each other was oxygen. Pulling apart ever so slightly, you gave her one last kiss, then another, because you simply couldn’t help it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You giggled, arms still draped around her neck.

“Me too,” she whispered, before kissing your forehead. God, could she get any cuter?

“Really?” you raised an eyebrow, as you both began to move to get more comfortable on the couch, sitting beside one another.

“Yeah, are you kidding!?” she said dramatically. “But you’re like this hot, popular cheerleader, I never thought I’d have a chance with you!”

“I’m hot? Have you seen you?” you asked in disbelief.

She blushes a deep shade of red, mouth opening slightly as if she was going to say something, then closing it again.

“I didn’t even know if you were gay,” she eventually says.

You laughed.

“Don’t you remember the first time we fought? That was like, a sexual spiritual awakening. That was the gayest shit ever.” Hazel threw her head back and laughed, eyes crinkling at the sides.

“I can’t ever forget.”

“Oh! Also…” you said, grinning from ear to ear, absolutely giddy with disbelief that this was actually happening. You pulled your top up slightly to reveal your ribs, where a small tattoo of a pair of interlocked scissors resided. You both laughed. Hazel’s cheeks reddened, and she stuttered.

“Well, I- I mean… maybe you want to be a hairdresser?” she laughed, eyes glued to the tattoo.

“God, that’s so hot,” she mumbled under her breath. “Can I?” she asked reaching out, and you nodded, heart lurching at her care for asking. She gently traced the tattoo, and you let out a shaky breath. She was barely touching you, and yet her effect on you was all-encompassing. Goosebumps prickled your skin everywhere, not just where she was touching you.

“Hazel,” you whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear. “You can take it off if you want.” Your voice came out shakier than you anticipated. Hazel gulped, nodded, then pulled your top off, your arms stretching up to help her. She tossed it on the floor, eyes scanning all of you as if she couldn’t quite take it all in. You were in a plain cotton bra, still wearing your cheer skirt, but Hazel made you feel like you were wearing the most expensive, fancy lingerie ever. You cupped her face, thumbing her cheek, before pulling her in for a kiss. You kissed her with less urgency this time, taking the time to explore each other’s mouths slowly and passionately. She pulled you onto her lap, so you were straddling her, her hands resting on your hips. You slowly began to move against her in rhythm, moaning into the kiss.

Hazel murmured your name against your lips, breathing shakily.

“I want- I- you’re so-“ she tried. “Jesus fucking christ,” she said as she buried her face in the crook of your neck.

“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, running your fingers through her hair. Hazel began to kiss your neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to your ear. Shivers ran down your spine, and you sighed in pleasure.

“Whatever you want. Do whatever you want with me,” she whispered into your ear, and you quite literally nearly came right there and then.

“No, what do you want?” you asked, thumbing at her lip. She opened her mouth, sucking on your thumb before releasing it with a pop. You swore, she was going to actually put you into cardiac arrest. Despite this action, you could tell nobody had really asked her that before, and she was at a loss for words.

“I want to make you feel good. Is that okay?” you asked, instead of letting her answer.

“God yes,” she basically moaned, kissing you. Meanwhile, you pushed her vest off, making quick work of undoing the buttons of her shirt. You tossed the items on the floor, barely breaking your lips apart for a moment.

“Lay down for me,” you moved off her lap, letting her get comfortable. This gave you the perfect opportunity to run your eyes over her body. She was left in a soft black crop top and jeans. Looking down at her, her chest rising and falling, soft skin to die for, eyes wide with desire, lips plump from making out, it crossed your mind that you had never, ever, ever, seen a more heavenly sight.

“You’re so beautiful,” you breathed out, moving to straddle her again, intertwining your fingers together above her head.

“You’re the most beautiful,” she retaliated, nudging your noses together. You both giggled, and you kissed her softly.

“Take the compliment, baby. I mean it,” you said, kissing her again, before she could respond again. Still holding one of her hands, you moved the other down her tummy, lightly tracing patterns on her skin. Her eyes fluttered as she bit her lip.

“Touch me,” she said. You smirked.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” you chuckled, glad she was asking for what she wanted.

“Can I take these off?” you blinked at her, fiddling with a belt loop on her jeans.

“Please,” she said breathily, arching her back slightly. You undid the button, the zipper, then stood up so she could shimmy out of them, you yanked them off her legs a little too hard, your feet giving out beneath you as you stumbled backwards, landing on your ass on the floor in shock. You looked at each other for a second, before both bursting out laughing.

“Smooth,” Hazel said between loud laughs. “Really smooth. How did you even manage that?” she teased, getting off the couch, instead onto the floor with you, crawling towards you. Your eyes drifted down to her cleavage, then back to her eyes. You inhaled sharply.

“Shut up,” you teased back, as she moved on top of you, pinning you down.

“I feel like we’ve been here before,” Hazel mused, holding your wrists down.

“I’m definitely getting flashbacks,” you laughed. “Except this time, I can just…” you kissed her, a little sloppily, but neither of you cared because it was so hot.

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The very next day, you and Hazel walked hand in hand into a club meeting, giggling and whispering to each other. You were the last ones to arrive, having gotten a little distracted in the janitor’s closet.

Everyone turned to look at the pair of you, all seemingly realising what was happening at the exact same moment.

“Oh my god, FINALLY!”

“You fucked! Finally!”

“You were so obvious!”

“Slay queens!”

A chorus of excitement engulfed you, as everyone crowded around you, hugging the pair of you. PJ included.

“I’m really happy for you guys. This-“ she pointed back and forth between you, then made some inappropriate gestures, “makes a lot of sense.”

“Thanks, dude.” Hazel smiled at her.

“Okay, let’s start!” Josie chimed, and you all sat down in a circle. You didn’t let go of Hazel’s hand for a moment. “As per our new protocol, we’re drawing names for pairings.” She held up a hat full of slips with all of your names on it, shaking it around. She stuck her hand in, swirled it around a little too long for dramatic effect. She drew a paper out, reading it aloud.

“Hazel!” You internally groaned. You didn’t want anyone else to get that close to your girl.

“And….” She picked another piece, reading your name out. You grinned.

“Are you game?” Hazel asked, and you nodded enthusiastically.

“Only if you are.”

“Are you kidding?” She leaned into your ear to whisper. “Any excuse to get you on top of me.”

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[rynwritesreid]

Hi love,

Could you write a post jail!Spencer x creative!reader imagine where reader is finally meeting the Bau and their families at one of their annual get togethers?

Spencer and reader start dating a few months after Spencer is released from jail and he’s been hiding it from the team because the two of them are polar opposite he’s serious and logical and readers emotional and creative he’s also slightly apprehensive because of the gap in their ages

(Sorry for the long ask🤍)

Please don’t apologise for long asks, I love them <3 🤍

Summary: After dating Spencer for five months without meeting his friends, you began to feel like he wasn't taking the relationship as seriously as you were, leading to arguments. Spencer, a logical and somewhat cynical person, was hesitant for you to meet his friends, fearing judgment. Despite not wanting to hide you, he cherished your relationship as a separate, positive world from his work.

Content: Fluff. GN! reader. Mentions of prison.

829 words

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You and Spencer had now been dating for around 5 months. You hadn’t met any of his friends yet. You thought he wasn’t taking this relationship as seriously as you were. It was causing the both of you to argue a fair amount. See, Spencer had met you at one of your art displays in a local museum. He fell in love with you, and your work the moment his eyes had landed on you. While you were smart, you just weren’t as logical as him. You didn’t view the world as black and white; you weren’t as cynical as him.

 

Spencer wasn’t trying to hide you; you weren’t his dirty little secret. He was just nervous about you meeting his friends, he didn’t want either of you to be judged by them. He wanted to be alone with you, he loved you. He viewed you as a separate world from his work, a fresh breath of air. When he came to see you after a hard case, you caused him to forget about all the terrible stuff that he had just witnessed. When he had told you about his jail experience, you hugged him tightly telling him that everything was okay now. You let him lay in-between your legs where you gave him head scratches. That’s what you were to him, the person who made the world brighter, the person who smiled whenever you saw him and the person who would do absolutely anything to make him feel better.

 

Spencer had been away on a case, he texted you that he landed safely back in Washington and that he was coming to see because he missed your beautiful face. You were just sat watching TV, when Spencer walked in. You looked at him, his eyes were tired, his hair was messy, he looked miserable, but yet he was still the most handsome man you had ever laid your eyes on. He flumped down text you, you raised your arm so he could snuggle in.

 

 

You both watched TV in silence. It was comfortable. After a while, Spencer looked you in the eye and let out a sigh. “I’m not trying to keep you a secret you knew. My team, they are my friends, they are my family. I love you, but you and I are polar opposites. You look at the world through a creative eye, while I see things in science and numbers. You are 23, and I’m in my late thirties. I don’t want them to judge me, I don’t want them to judge you.”

 

You looked at him, you knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you or keep you a secret. “I know, I know handsome. I just want to get to know them, you tell me all about them and they sound great. But I don’t want to rush you at all.”

 

Spencer let out a small smile, he knew he had found someone special in you. “I want to introduce you to them, I really do. I just don’t want to mess anything up. They mean a lot to me, and so do you.” He leaned in to give you a quick kiss, and you smiled at him.

 

“I understand,” you said softly. “But you don’t have to worry about them judging us. We’re happy together and that’s all that matters.” You brushed your hand through his hair and leaned in to give him a proper kiss.

 

Spencer smiled against your lips, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. He knew you were right, and he was ready to take the next step in their relationship. “Okay,” he whispered. “Let’s do this.”

 

The next day, Spencer took you to the BAU headquarters. He introduced you to his friends, explaining how he had met you and how you were an artist. You could see the curiosity in their eyes as they looked at you, but they were all kind and welcoming. You spent the day with them, learning about their work and sharing stories of your own. They were all so different from you, but you found that their intelligence and passion for their work was admirable.

 

You loved each and every one of them. Every one of them were pretty, handsome, and intelligent. You were kind of surprised that Spencer had even suggested going on a date with you. You didn’t care though; you just knew how truly lucky you were.

 

Once you had gone home, the team gushed about how great you were to Spencer. They had known he was seeing someone, but they didn’t want to pry. They were happy they got to meet you though. They could see how happy Spencer was when he looked at you, they could see that you deeply cared about him. They were apprehensive at first over the age gap, but when they got to know you, they saw it didn’t matter. You were perfect for him, and they were over the moon for him.

 

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Behind the Crime

Warren Lipka x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral male receiving, dominate warren, underage drinking, underage smoking, use of marijuana, rough sex, hint of choking, talk of robbery, um yeah i think that’s it

summary: from the moment you were brought into the heist, you knew working with warren was going to be hard…

word count: 3.4k

a/n: sorry for not posting guys i have not been on the grind lately. i watched this movie and omfg evan was so attractive i just needed to write. if you’re the real warren lipka just scroll this is about evan…

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You sit back in your chair, the crew members adjusting your mic. You’re starting to regret doing this interview, but it’s too late to back out now. Everything’s already set up, the camera is about to be rolling. The interviewer is sitting a few feet away from you, notes in his hand. He waits for you to give him the signal that you’re ready. You nod, he begins.

“So, y/n, how did you become involved with the group?” He asks.

“I was first approached by Spencer when I was eating lunch outside one day...”

~~~

You were sitting alone, the cool fall breeze almost too cold to be comforting. You didn’t pay much mind to it though, you were more focussed on your studying. You were flipping through the pages of another history article when suddenly there was a presence beside you. Looking up at them as soon as you noticed, you recognized the boy as someone from your class.

“Can I help you?” You asked, your tone polite.

He looked nervous as if he were about to ask you out. “Hi, uh, I don’t know if you remember my name, I’m Spencer we have Art History together.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen you,” you replied. “Do you need help with the homework or something?”

“No, I actually wanted to talk to you about something else, if you’re not busy or anything,” he said, his voice quiet.

You look away for a second before replying. “Sure, sit down if you want I’m not busy.”

He smiled at you before quickly sitting at the spot across from you. He put his bag on the table, you could see him take a deep breath. Was he really going to ask you out? You thought he was cute, but definitely not your type. You started to pray he wouldn’t say anything along those lines.

“I started to ask around a week or two ago about people who are good with computers and stuff, a lot of people told me you were the best person to go to,” he started. He lacked confidence in his voice, you felt bad for the poor guy but paid close attention to his words. “I need some... help with cameras.”

“What kind of cameras?” You asked, intrigued.

What he was saying was true, you were decently good with computers. You mostly would hack into places and disable things you didn’t like, like the cameras on the public library computers. It wasn’t anything illegal, at least you didn’t think it was illegal. It probably was, but you didn’t care.

“Just you know cameras in... semipublic places...”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what kind though? Phone, laptop, desktop, security?”

“Security,” he answered quietly. “But before you say no listen, how does a couple hundred thousand dollars' worth of payment sound?

“What?”

“I won’t tell you the details till I know you’re on board but let's just say something is going down and we need help with the cameras. The pay would be huge and all you’d have to do is just mess with some cameras for like twenty minutes.”

You only stared at him; your mouth slightly hung open. Was he being serious? Was he really asking you to join him in a potential robbery that would pay hundreds of thousands of dollars? You never would’ve expected to be asked such a question on a cloudy Thursday at lunch. You shut your book completely and look around to make sure nobody is close.

“This money, it’s guaranteed?”

He nods. “As long as we get the job done, you’ll have it.”

You knew it was crazy, you knew whatever was going to happen would either result in you going to prison or having to run off into hiding. But the thought of being able to pay all your student loans off and have extra money to live off of was more appealing. Hacking into cameras wasn’t that hard, and it wasn’t going to hurt anyone. Unless it was.

“If you’re trying to get me to make sure a murder or rape isn’t on camera I’ll snitch,” you warned him.

“Oh no, nothing like that is happening at all. It’s just you know a robbery,” he replied, his expression genuine.

You nodded your head, convinced whatever he was asking couldn’t be that bad. “Okay, yeah, I’ll do it.”

~~~

“What was your first impression of the guys?

You smile. “They were really cool, funny, just overall really fun people to hang out with.”

“Do you remember the first time you met all of them?”

“Of course, like it was yesterday...”

~~~

The house you sat in front of didn’t look like a typical criminal's house. It looked like an average American’s family house actually. You were parked out on the road outside the house Spencer told you to go to, you were meeting the rest of the people involved with the robbery. It had been about ten minutes of you sitting out there debating whether or not to go in before you got a text from Spencer asking where you were. You sighed, praying to God this decision was the right one before getting out of your car.

You knocked on the front door with a shaky fist. You started to regret your decision, you thought about turning around and leaving, but the door was opened before you could act on it. An older woman stood in front of you, she looked to be in her 50s.

“Oh, you’re very pretty,” she said, making your cheeks turn red. “You’re here to see Warren, right?”

You had no idea who Warren was, but you nodded. The lady's smile grew, and she opened the door for you and ushered you inside. She directed you to the basement entrance, asking you a million questions you had no answers to. After those few but excruciating painful minutes though, you walked down the basement stairs and finally caught sight of Spencer.

There were three other guys in the room and all of their eyes were on you. Two, along with Spencer, were sitting on a couch. One of them was skinny with glasses, the other muscular with no glasses. They didn’t grasp your attention though. The last guy who was standing did. He had long dark curly hair, and eyes to match. His eyes met yours before you watched them slowly move up and down your body. You didn’t know how to react.

“Guys, this is y/n,” Spencer said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Hello, I’m Eric,” the guy with glasses introduced himself.

“Chas,” the muscular guy spoke, not paying much attention to you. “Are you sure this was a good idea, Spence? How much do we really know about this chick? No offense.”

“Shut up, we agreed,” Spencer hissed. He waved you over and you complied, walking to the couch and sitting on the end beside him.

The standing guy took a step forward and held out his hand to you. You looked up at him before accepting his handshake. His hand was rough, you liked the feeling of it in yours. “I’m Warren and you are our cameraman or woman I guess.”

You laughed. “I guess.”

“How much has Spencer told you?” Warren asked after letting go of your hand and stepping back. It was then you noticed the maps on the wall with drawings all over them, the layout looked familiar.

“Just that I need to hack some cameras and that it’ll pay me a lot,” you answered. “I don’t even know what you guys are stealing.”

“Well y/n, I’m sure you’ve been to your own school's library right?”

You nodded.

“Have you ever taken a tour of the library’s rare book collection?”

You nodded again.

Warren smirked. “Then you know exactly what we’re stealing.”

Your face fell and you immediately looked at Spencer and the rest of the guys. “Are you serious? You guys want to steal historic books?”

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Chas mumbled from his chair.

“Shut up Chas,” Warren quickly snapped. He looked back at you, his dark eyes engulfing yours completely. “We’ve been planning this out for months, and you are the last piece to our puzzle y/n. Think about how much you’ll be earning.”

You didn’t say anything. Maybe it was a bad idea.

~~~

“Chas eventually stopped being cold to me, I actually think in the end he became my closest friend in the group,” you say, finishing your story.

The interviewer gives you a look. “Well, besides Warren right?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you reply, a confused look on your face.

“I have to ask if the stories are true, you know about you and him. The other guys say something changed between the two of you after a party you all attended. I mean, didn’t the police even question if your involvement had a deeper meaning than simply the money?”

You shake your head, giving your best performance. “Me and Warren were only ever best friends, there was never a deeper meaning behind anything.”

~~~

Music was pumping through your body, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head you could feel it. It had been a few weeks since you met the guys, and they all wanted to do something fun before the heist. So, a frat party was naturally the easiest option. That’s where you were now, already two shots and half a joint in. You didn’t know where Spencer, Nick, and Warren were, but Chas was dancing with you.

Though the two of you got off on the wrong foot, you and Chas quickly learned how well you get along. He was a good friend, all of the guys were. You liked how easily they could make you laugh and brighten your mood. They were all good people who you enjoyed being around.

Warren was the only one that you felt different for. You didn’t know why, but from the first day you met you knew your feelings for him would be different than the other three. The way he looked at you alone was completely different than the others. There was always something darker in his eyes, something you knew wasn’t supposed to be there for simply a friend. Every time the two of you looked at each other, your stomach filled with butterflies. You wanted it too. But in those first few weeks, nothing had happened. No matter how much either of you wanted it.

After some minutes of you and Chas dancing, Warren and Spencer appeared. They asked if the two of you wanted to go out and smoke, you both agreed and followed them outside the back. Not too many people were in the backyard, but there were enough for there to be a bonfire going. The four of you found an empty spot near the fire and sat down. Warren took out a joint and lit it before passing it around.

“Where’s Nick?” You asked after taking a hit.

Spencer shrugged. “Probably with the weird kids doing weird stuff.”

“He’s not that weird,” Chas replied. “He’s just awkward.”

You watched as Warren took another long hit of the joint. Because of the weed and alcohol, you found yourself even more attracted to him than when you were sober. You wanted so desperately to run your fingers through his hair, you wanted to hear his voice as you touched him. He suddenly met your gaze, his lips curled up into a mesmerizing smile. You wanted to kiss him. It was too much for you to handle.

You swallowed and stood up, brushing the dirt off your shorts. “I need to um use the bathroom.”

You didn’t wait for any of their replies. Instead, you rushed back into the house straight to the kitchen. You poured yourself a shot, downing it before giving it a second thought. You needed these feelings to go away. How were you supposed to work with Warren if you couldn’t even look at him without thinking about having sex with him? It made you feel awful. A hookup couldn’t be the reason the robbery went bad, you refused to let that happen.

After another shot, you started to forget about your feelings. In fact, you started to forget about Warren completely. All you felt was the burning sensation of the alcohol in your stomach and chest, it felt good. You stumbled out of the kitchen and into the hallway, grabbing the railings of the staircase for support. Suddenly, you felt a presence next to you, their hand on your back.

“Y/N, are you good?” It was Warren.

You turned your head and looked at him, God how could he look even better? “No- I’m not okay.”

“You’re wasted, you need some water,” he said. He moved his hand around your waist and pulled you up straight. You felt like you were on fire. “Come on, back to the kitchen.”

“Why are you here? I just- I just wanna forget about you,” you mumbled.

He started helping you walk back to the kitchen. “What? Why would you want to forget about me?”

“Because... I want you but I can’t have you. I thought you- felt the same that’s why it’s been so hard to resist,” you spoke, stumbling over your words. “I can’t look at you without thinking about you fucking me.”

Even in your drunken state, you could still see the cockiness on Warren’s face. He lifted you up onto the kitchen counter effortlessly before turning and getting you a cup of water. You leaned your head back against one of the cabinets, your head was spinning. You couldn’t think straight.

“Drink,” Warren’s voice filled your ears.

You lifted your head and grabbed the solo cup from his hand, downing the water faster than ever. When you finished, you threw the cup to the floor, your eyes meeting Warren’s once again. He was standing close enough that if you reached, you could touch him.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because of how long you’d felt the tension between you two, that gave you the courage to gently place your hand on the top of his head. His hair was soft, just like you’d expected it to be. You smiled and played with his curls. He didn’t object, you were glad. You needed this.

“Do you want me?” You asked, your voice barely audible against the loud music.

“What do you think?”

You shrugged. “I thought so, but I could always be wrong.”

“Maybe I should make it clearer,” he said. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand off his head before stepping closer to you. “If this house wasn’t crowded, I’d fuck you right here, right now.”

Your heart was racing, your cheeks bright red. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Warren was still holding your wrist, it sent electric shocks throughout your body. His eyes began to shift from your eyes to your lips and so on. You swallowed; a lump had formed in your throat.

“There’s probably an empty room somewhere,” you mentioned. “You could take me to one of them and show me you mean what you say.”

Warren raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, you’re pretty drunk.”

“I’m not- I swear. I consent, I’ll remember all of this in the morning,” you replied quickly.

“All right.”

Before you could say anything else, Warren scooped you into his arms and began to carry you through the house. You didn’t know whether to pretend you were drunk so it wouldn’t look suspicious or stay awake to also not make it look suspicious. You chose to stay awake and within minutes you and Warren were alone in a bedroom, your lips connected.

The kiss was fast and rough, everything you expected from him. His arms were wrapped around your waist, he towered over you. You wasted no time, immediately kicking off your shoes and pushing Warren back until he fell onto the bed. He pulled you on top of him, guiding your hips in slow motions over his clothed erection. You felt like you were on fire, you needed more.

You broke this kiss and leaned back so you were straddling him. You pulled off your shirt and bra, Warren followed your actions. Once your eyes fell upon his toned abdomen, you audibly moaned. You quickly leaned down again and kissed his chest, beginning a trail down his body. Each breath that left his mouth made your pussy drip even more. And when you reached his navel, his breaths turned into soft whispers.

“Keep going.”

“Please.”

“I’ll do anything.”

When you no longer had any skin left to kiss you looked back up at him, his eyes were already on you. He got your signal and instantly pulled his shorts and boxers off, leaving him completely naked. You weren’t surprised at his size; you had a feeling he’d be big. You started off by slowly stroking him with your hand, the expressions on his face already enough to make you cum.

After a minute or so of that, you bent down and pressed a small kiss to his tip. You loved the way his leg twitched. It made you proud. So, you took him into your mouth. He gasped, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head. He didn’t push you; he only twirled your hair back into a ponytail-like style and gripped it tight. You moved your head up and down, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could. You were never a fan of giving head to guys, but with Warren, it was a different story.

Not much time passed before Warren pushed you gently, telling you he wasn’t going to last much longer. You didn’t care, you wanted him to finish in your mouth. But he told you he wanted to have sex, so you stopped. You peeled off your shorts and underwear before you climbed back onto him. His naked body against yours felt unreal, you were almost convinced this was all part of your drunken imagination.

However, when Warren pulled your head down and began to kiss your lips again, you knew it had to be real. His hands gripped your ass, kneading and playing with your skin. You positioned his tip at your entrance, you were so wet you didn’t need any lube. You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, you wanted to know it was okay. He gave you a nod and so you began to push yourself down on him.

He filled you well, just the perfect amount. You had thrown your head back, a moan escaping your lips. You hadn’t had sex in months, and this was the perfect way to break that streak. You started to move your body forward and backward while simultaneously going up and down. Warren’s grip on your ass tightened with each movement you made.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “You do it so well.”

Your confidence was boosted; you began to move faster. This only lasted a few minutes though, much to your dismay. You weren’t too athletic; you didn’t have good stamina. Warren noticed this, and without saying anything he flipped your bodies. Once on top of you, he began violent thrusts. You almost screamed from the pleasure; you’d never felt anything remotely close to it in your life. He hit your cervix each time, it made your back arch off the mattress and your nails dig into his back.

“Warren,” you whimpered. “Oh, fuck Warren.”

One of his hands wrapped around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, he just rested it there. You felt the knot in your stomach form at this. It felt so good to be dominated by him. It had been your dream for weeks, and it had finally come true. You closed your eyes and let the feeling of Warren fucking you fill your senses.

When you came, you practically screamed his name. You swore you could see stars. You’d never experienced an orgasm so hard in your life. Warren came a few seconds after you, you felt his dick pulsing inside you. He collapsed on you. You didn’t care about how his weight crushed you, you still held him as the two of you began to come down from your highs.

~~~

As the crew packs up, you remain in your chair, staring blankly out one of your windows. The interviewer is still across from you, but you don’t notice until he speaks.

“Just tell me one thing, off the record,” he says, grabbing your attention. “Did you love him?”

A small smile grows on your lips. “With all my heart.”

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[vioartemis]

I’ll die with you

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Months after the 2022 massacre, you reunite with someone dear to you. But the happiness in only temporary; a new killer is targeting you. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 a/n: This will probably be a multi chapters story with very irregular posting :)) Warnings: blood, injuries, Ghostface stuff, angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

"Hey, I'm not going to disappear okay?"

You laughed as your girlfriend pouted when you pushed her away gently. You were lying on her bed, her on top of you kissing you desperately as if you were about to vanish.

"It's just two days Tara, maybe less knowing her"

"Well that's still too long! Who's going to cuddle with me if you're not here? And my morning kiss?"

"I'll make up this, I promise" you kiss her "After this weekend"

She groaned slightly, disappointed. But she knew it was important for you.

"Can we stop talking now? I want to enjoy our last moment together..."

"Don't be dramatic, it's not our last moment together. When you say it like that it looks like we will never see each other again..."

She didn't answer and kissed you again, desperately.

You hadn't been separated in a while since the... incident. You were so used to be on each other all day it was hard being without her for too long.

Her lips were soon on your neck, placing hot, wet kisses here, sucking dark purple marks there, hands everywhere on you. You let out a sight, fingers tangled in her hair.

"Tara..."

She hummed against your skin, hands sliding under your shirt. You felt her smile on your shoulder when she felt you shivering under her cold fingers.

You arrived late at the train station, hair still a little messy. You rolled down your window and looked around for the person you were waiting. She wasn't difficult to spot with her blue suit.

You texted her you were there. She looked up, and starting walking toward you, a smile replacing her previous frown.

"Where did you get that car? Are you even allowed to drive it?" she asked as she took place next to you

"I stole it"

She gave you a "are you serious" look. You rolled your eyes, smiling.

"I'm kidding, I bought it. And yes, I have a licence"

You started to drive home calmly.

"How was New York?" you asked

"Oh you know, with work I don't really have time to visit"

"You know that's not what I meant"

"I know"

"... It's going to get better right...? Does it ever go away...?"

"Not completely, never. It's normal to feel that way. You cared about him, we both did. Time will ease the pain, but he will still be in our hearts. Forever"

She had never been good at reassuring anyone, but this time she found the right words.

Months after, your dad's death still hurt. It was normal, you knew it. You wanted to get over it, like everyone told you, but there was always that part of yourself that still believed he would come home.

"I'm back" he would say with a smile "Sorry I made you wait, the delivery guy forgot the sauce, again"

But that never happened. It never would.

With your mom out of town, you didn't think too much about him. Or at least that's what you said not to worry Tara. Now that she was back, even if it was only a weekend, the good old days came back, flashing before your eyes.

You parked in front of the house, tears in your eyes.

"How can you not cry...?" you asked with a nervous laugh, trying to light up the mood

"I'm Gale Weathers, I don't cry. Not in public"

"Of course, why did I even asked?"

You both smiled a little, getting out of the car and inside the house.

You started making diner, telling her some things you learnt while she was gone, trying to give her ideas for a new novel.

"Why don't you tell me about your life? It would make an interesting book. A spicy one for sure"

So she saw the hickeys.

"Mom!"

You blushed hard, embarrassed.

"No you're right, writing about people only attracts psychos. I wouldn't want your girlfriend or you getting hurt"

"Thank you?"

You both laughed and had a good time watching your favorite series while eating, until her phone rung.

"What does he wants? I told him I was off this weekend" she mumbled

"Pick up"

"What?"

"Maybe it's important"

She looked at you for a second, before getting up and taking the call. When she came back, you already knew what she was going to say.

"They learnt I was back here and now they want me to-"

"I know. It's fine, we had a good time, you can go"

"I'm sorry Y/n..."

She hugged you tight.

"You're Gale Weathers, the best reporter. No wonder everyone wants you"

She smiled a little, relieved you weren't mad, and was quick to go.

It always ended up that way with her. But it wasn't her fault. You knew she ment it when she said she was sorry.

You sighed and called your girlfriend.

"Guess who has to work even on her days off?" you said when she picked up

"She's gone already?"

"Yep. That was quicker than I thought... want to come over to keep me company?"

"Is that even a question? I'm on my way, wait for me baby"

You smiled at her words.

"Don't hang up, I want to talk to you on your way here"

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna tell me? Tease me?"

"Maybe..." you said innocently

The landline suddenly started ringing, making you jump.

"Shit"

"What's going on?"

"Landline. Who still uses this?" you mumbled

You walked to the phone and picked up, putting Tara on speaker so you could still hear her.

"Hello?"

"Is this uh... Y/n Riley?"

"Depends. What do you want?"

"You ordered something on our website, it should be there"

"Why do you call me for that?"

"Well... I think we send you the wrong package..."

"Y/n what's going on? Who is it?"

You texted your girlfriend about the situation while talking with the guy.

"I suppose you want me to check?"

"Yep"

"And uh... what did I ordered again? I don't remember"

"I think it was... a painful death."

You hang up immediately and let go of the phone. A voice changer. He was using a fucking voice changer.

"Baby! Is everything okay?"

"Yeah... just a stupid guy using a voice changer for a stupid prank..."

"Are you sure of that?"

The voice came from behind you. You turned around so quickly your neck hurt.

You felt your heart drop in your chest when you saw a tall, dark silhouette looking at you through a Ghostface mask.

"Hello, Y/n"

You were frozen in place, incapable of moving. The Ghostface took a step closer to you, tilting his head slightly, knife in hand.

That's when your legs came back. You ran as quickly as you could, trying to tell Tara on the phone.

"Tara it's Ghostface! Fuck I-"

You couldn't finish your sentence. He grabbed you violently by the waist, making you let go of your phone. It slid on the floor.

He stabbed your abdomen, a hand over your mouth. You let out a muffled scream, and tried to escape his strong grip.

You managed to bit his hand, hard. He kicked you forward, swearing under his breath.

You barely had time to grab a lamp nearby and turn around that he was already on you again, fingers wrapping around your neck, choking you.

You dropped the lamp as he lifted you up before pressing your back against the chimney. Breathing was becoming difficult. To make things better, he sank his blade into you again, twisting it painfully this time. Blood splattered on the floor.

You struggled against him, trying to get his hand off of your neck. But he was stronger than you, you couldn't do anything.

You reached behind you, desperate, when your hands found what you thought was a vase. With all the strength you still had, you slammed it on his head.

His stumbled backward, holding his head, letting you fall to the ground. You gasped for air but didn't waste more time and staggered up.

You tried to reach your phone on the way to the door, but you were pushed to the ground. You started crawling, tears flooding down your cheeks.

"Tara help!" you yelled, voice broken

Ghostface grabbed your hair and tugged your head backward harshly, one of his knees on your back to keep you on the floor.

"No one can save you. You will die alone, just like your father."

He slammed your head against the floor. You let out a cry which only grew bigger when he stabbed you on your side. He did it again. And again. And again. You were coughing blood at this point.

You didn't want to die. You couldn't die. You were screaming for help, crying and bleeding on the floor, Ghostface on top of you. You could still hear Tara's voice on the phone, a few meters away.

He pulled on your hair again, slamming your head on the floor once more. You started to feel dizzy. Everything was blurred around you, your ears were ringing.

So that's the end... you thought as he pulled your head back up.

"Tara..." you let out in a breath

He slammed your head back down again, harder than before.

I love you, was what you wanted to say. But everything turned black before you could open your mouth again.

When she arrived at your house, heart beating faster than ever, hands shaking, she saw him. Tall. Black costume. Bloody knife. He was running away.

Then her eyes fell on your body, lying in a pool of blood in your living room.

"Y/n!"

She ran to you, turning you around so you were on your back. Your face was covered in blood, fresh tears on your cheeks. She looked at you in horror. Her worst nightmare just became real.

Your necklace with her initial, stained with your blood, was hanging lazily around your neck, red from earlier.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks when she tried to take your pulse. She gasped when she felt it. She held your head with one hand, the other taking one of your own.

"Baby please stay with me... I called an ambulance it will be here any minute now..."

She had almost lost her voice from screaming when you were being attacked. Hearing you cry for help and not being able to to anything had killed her.

When the ambulance arrived, you were still unconscious in her arms. They forced her to back up while they were taking care of you. She didn't want to. She needed to be close to you. But they didn't let her.

From where she was, she could hear their conversation. It only made her heart ache.

"We're losing her! Get ready to shock her! 1, 2, 3, go!"

"She's losing too much blood!"

After what felt like an eternity, they put you on a stretcher into an ambulance. Tara made her way to you but was stopped quickly.

"You can't go further miss."

"Is she alive?" she asked, panicked

"She was clinically dead for 3 minutes. But we brought her back. Now if you want her to live have to take her to the hospital. And no, you can't come with us, we need to be by her side. You will see her at the hospital"

They left her here, crying on the sidewalk in front of your house. After a minute, she headed to the hospital, walking as fast as her legs allowed.

Once she was there, she was told she couldn't see you yet. She tried to argue, but that was useless. She "would only have to wait a little" as the lady said.

She took the opportunity to call your mother, your friends, and her sister to tell them everything.

The first to arrive was your mom, as expected. She seemed devastated. She got mad when she learnt she couldn't see you right now and started yelling at the lady before Tara dragged her away.

They had to wait half an hour before someone told them they could see you. You were still asleep, but your life wasn't in danger anymore.

Tara sat next to you and took your hand, stroking it gently, while Gale sat on the other side, watching you with tears in her eyes.

"... Can you watch her for a minute...? I have to tell Sidney..." she asked your girlfriend

"I'll call you if she wakes up"

She thanked her and got out of the room, taking her phone with shaking hands.

You would soon wake up, not believing you were still alive, and burst into tears in your girlfriend's arms only able to think about one thing; you had a killer on the hunt again.

[Next part]

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #scream #scream 5

[gorboble]

So, Meta Flowey. Encore Flowey. whatever you wanna call it. I wanna discuss it rq

I believe I have a pretty solid explanation for the specimens (intentional by the devs or not,) and I've come to one conclusion: They're based on childhood fears. Let me explain each one.

Clay

This one is a bit obvious, at least to me. I think it's based on how kids will see claymation and get scared of it, you know? Like Mabel in that one episode of Gravity Falls. Might have something to do with Uncanny Valley.

Polygonal

Another obvious one. This is based on late 90's games when 3d was becoming a thing. The kind that is mostly good fun until one moment when the scariest enemy known to man comes out and has you quit the game for 6 months. Like Majora's Mask! Every kid was scared of that game, weren't they?

Patchwork

Creepy dolls, and such. Maybe just the slight discomfort you feel when you go into a room in grandma's house, the one where she sews blankets and toys. I always had a slightly unnerving feeling when it came to stuff like that. This one might be a little more personal, but it's valid.

Now, these next ones weren't so obvious. I had to do a little reaching for them.

Mechanical

It just wasn't quite obvious to me at first. This one is based on how heavy machinery may scare children and make them nervous. It's unknown and foreign to them. They don't know anything about it, but they have a feeling that they'll get hurt if they aren't careful with it (and they're right! machinery will kill you if you're not careful!)

Also guns. Guns can be scary to kids. I hope.

Organic

Now, I would say this one is the fear of doctor visits. But... it's gotta be more than that. You hear the beeping and see blood cells and such. You probably won't see that at a check-up. I think it's a bit deeper than that.

I think this is the fear of going to hospitals in general. A bit more serious than the doctor's office. It could be for a serious, painful disease the child has contracted, or... it could be visiting a loved one while they're in medical care, maybe after a horrible accident, or a terminal illness. The song supports this sort of dread regarding the inevitable loss of family. And the beeping at the end... yeah. This one is pretty grim.

Paper

specimen paper was the hardest phase to think about. Mostly because... who the hell out there is afraid of paper? I know there's a phobia for it, but it's rare.

So, I looked further into it. Paper airplanes and paper balls are flying around as attacks. And in the music? Laughter and talking.

I think this is bullying. It doesn't play into the... paper flowey, but I couldn't find any other fitting explanation. At least for this theory. Because, again, paper isn't exactly a common childhood fear that people have. Neither is bullying... but it's a huge issue in schools and is a lot more scarring than something you might find scary as a 6-year-old.

Also, note how Flowey doesn't move in this phase. Along with the organic phase. They feel really empty compared to the others, in a good way. It paints the picture of darker memories than just a scary enemy you encountered in SM64. It could also bring up some questions about Clover's past..

remember this post was entirely theoretical and probably not intended by the devs. i just wanted to write this lol. anyways i think im done. i wanted to make this post for a while now but i just now got to it at like midnight on a Friday ok byeeeee

#uty #undertale yellow #flowey #flowey the flower #flowey undertale #flowey uty #meta flowey #clover uty #clover undertale yellow #uty neutral route spoilers #uty spoilers #uty neutral route

[4pfsukuna]

Love love LOVE the asexual drabbles and headcannons! Could you do one with Gojo & black asexual woman? Like she teases him ‘i’ll only mess around if you give me a dollar’ as a snarky joke and he’s like ‘i’m rich baby hell yes’ and keeps the joke running🤭 I know i’ll enjoy anything you write! Thank you in advance!

OMG, thank you im glad you love them because i actually love writing them.

• You met him at the mall…the prada store to be exact, you weren’t necessarily shopping more so just debating on a purse or a pair of boots.

•You were a stylist in japan and your clients loved your American style although they had way cooler clothes. Safe to say business was flourishing.

•Yet here you are trying not to blow through money too fast so you were Legit window shopping.

.•The last thing you expect is a white haired man to stand next to you and startle you, you assume he’s going to say something about your hair as most people had done i mean you were a black person in japan.

• He’s holding a few bags and a cup you initially assume he’s blind because of the blindfold but when he begins to talk about the shoe, your slightly confused but you have decorum so you don’t say anything.

• “I’ve had my eye on the bag for a few weeks but they just dropped the new boots so I’m debating” you say and what’s $950 To any normal person its like a penny to him.

• “How about i buy both and you wear them on our first date” he says smoothly leaning up against the glass window and you laugh at first until you realize hes dead serious. You weren’t use to men here flirting with you and it makes you nervous.

• “Usually people start off with their names” you tell him before introducing yourself as you hold out your hand which he places a kiss on.

• “Gojo Satoru” lifting his blindfold revealing the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen

• You also notice he has a tag hanging off his shirt and it cost $1500.

• You decline him buying the stuff for you but accept his offer for a date. What’s the worst that could happen?

• He doesn’t know what he’s expecting when he sees you, he thought you were already gorgeous at the mall but looking at you right now it makes something… stir.

• He told you to dress cute but casual he was taking you sight seeing— he never mentioned it would be in a helicopter over the city.

• It’s obvious this man has money to blow and you contemplate looking him up to figure out just who he is.

• He also brings the shoes and bag as a gift, he couldn’t resist! Plus he likes loves the way your face initially lights up before trying to be humble and give it back.

• He lies and tells you its rude to not accept gifts.

• “Gojo i cant accept this without you knowing all about me…” you speak pouting knowing the good time was coming to an end and while the shoes and bag looked perfect you had to confess.

• “Its the wrong size?” He asked looking at your foot and back at the box on the table.

•“What? No strangely enough you got the right size…im asexual” 

•“…thats… cool. I can write with both hands too”

“Gojo thats ambidextrous! Asexual means—“

• “Im just kidding sweetheart, of course i know what it means”

•He definitely did not and googled it under the table.

• You know the meme “we hung out once and weve been together ever since” that was you two.

• The next few weeks he finds time to either take you to breakfast, lunch or dinner and on days hes completely free he’ll take you on some one of a kind date experience. 

• Hes a kid at heart so when you take him to a virtual reality place and literally fight to pay, you have to distract him by kissing him and biting gently on his lower lip.

•He loved it nobodys every paid for anything for him and the fact that you planned the date, paid and had a great experience hes lovestruck.

• He ended up paying since he put a hole in the wall fighting demons in the game mentioning something about it feeling to real.

•Its when 3 of his students run into you two and their shocked he’s not harassing you and actually enjoying voluntarily spending time with him, mainly because he has no idea who you are.

• Nobara follows all of your socials loving your day in the life videos, style advice videos even when you have your celebrity clients in the videos.

•Its megumi knowing who you are and thinking you’re cool that seals the deal for him.

•Gojo loves your cooking so the day you pack him leftovers with a cute smiley face and a note hes literally on the desk kicking his feet in the air… weirding out his students. This was next level even for him.

•They beg to bring you around loving seeing him happy with you.

•Its a collective though and nobara who wants to enjoy regular teen things breaks the ice officially by asking 

“Take this dollar or have sex with Gojo-sensei?”

“Give me the dollar” at the same time he shouts her name. Hes also taken aback cause what do you mean youre going to take the dollar.

“No babe i dont think you heard the question take a dollar or—“

“Give me the dollar”

•For the rest of the day Gojo chooses to be dramatic from the grocery store to the hair supply store where guess whos short $1 of buying hair supplies. You turn to him seeing hes fascinated with the hair clips and different color edge controls.

•“Hey sweetheart i think you should get all of these” he suggest ready to pick them all up waiting on your command. 

•“Hey babe im short” you tell him and he scoffs not paying you any mind looking at the conditioners catagorized by hair type.

“I knew that when i first seen you… what’s your hair type? Does 4b mean 4 everyone? Like your down for interracial dating… how do they know that by hair type? Like hard wig soft life?” He rambles and you almost lose it.

“No im short $1” and he sends you the most devious smirk as he holds open his wallet repeating the question Nobara asked.

“Give me the dollar” you smirk back watching his smile be taken over by a glare as he gives the cashier his card to pay for everything  instead.

“Dont give me that look baby, im rich now come on i ordered a package for you” he loves to buy you things he jokingly ask siri how much the world cost one time.

“Satoru it better not be another pair of prada shoes” you scold as he carries the bags, his silence tells you everything you need to know though.

“Babe I’m running out of space to put all the stuff you bought me, please” you pout loving that this was a problem in your relationship and not anything else.

“I have enough space… You can live with me instead”

#gojo x black reader #gojo x black y/n #jjk smut #megumi x black reader #gojo satoru #asexuakual x black girl #Gojo x asexual reader #jjk x reader #asexual #jjk x asexual

[steddiealltheway]

Part Five of Not-So-Secret Secret Admirer!!!!! Part One. Part Four. AO3 Link. (This chapter is longer than usual and slightly choppy as I'm getting back into writing sorry guys)

Five days later and Eddie is unbearably nervous. All he can think about is Steve and the dumb admirer stuff. It’s the most random things that remind Eddie of him – a pair of sunglasses at the gas station that he knows he would love, a new pop album that Eddie would absolutely despise while Steve would put it on blast, and then Wayne gets a craving for ice cream that reminds Eddie of the infamous Scoops Ahoy outfit that no one can get Steve to dig out of his closet.   

Maybe if E.R. requests a picture of the outfit, then... no. He can’t have Steve and E.R. interacting any time soon. And how would he write that anyways? “Dear Steve,” Eddie mumbles under his breath on his drive to Family Video, “I happen to know that you used to work at Scoops Ahoy. I’ll reveal my identity in exchange for a picture of you in your work uniform.” Eddie shakes his head. At least he would have something to remember Steve by before he cuts him off forever after he finds out the truth.  

But he won’t find out the truth. Or he’ll move on before then and Eddie will be able to mention it to him as some big joke.  

The thought of Steve being with someone else nearly breaks Eddie’s heart, but it’s better than the thought of hurting Steve and losing him forever.  

He pulls into the parking lot of Family Video and parks his van letting out a deep breath before opening his door. It feels wrong to walk in empty-handed, but it’s for the best.  

The bell rings as he walks in and he immediately spots Robin at the counter looking horribly bored. A quick glance around and Eddie spots no customers or sign of Steve in the store. Robin perks up when Eddie makes eye contact with her and she opens her mouth with a deep breath, seemingly ready to yell to the back. Steve must be on his break.  

Eddie waves his hands and shakes his head. He puts a finger to his lips which makes Robin furrow her brow, but she closes her mouth. Eddie rushes forward and whispers, “Abort mission.”  

“Abort mission what?” Robin whispers back.  

Eddie waves his hands in frustration. “Mission E.R. or secret admirer or whatever you want to call it.”  

Robin's eyes widen slightly as she shakes her head. “No way!”  

Eddie loudly shushes her and both of them look towards the break room. When there’s no sign of movement, Robin continues this time whispering, “There’s no way you can back out now. Steve will be absolutely devastated.”  

“And imagine how much more he’ll be devastated when he realizes it was me the whole time.”  

Robin glances back towards the door and leans closer to Eddie lowering her voice to a point where Eddie is surprised he’s even able to comprehend what she’s saying. “What if I told you that he wouldn’t be disappointed?”  

Eddie pulls back and looks at her. He definitely heard that wrong.   

“I’m serious! Just, trust me on this one!” Robin whispers.  

Eddie shakes his head. There’s no way. “Did he tell you that he wouldn’t mind?” Eddie asks.  

Robin’s mouth opens and closes. “Not exactly but trust me!”  

“Robin, no. I can’t take that uncertainty and lose him forever. Just help me end this thing any way that’s possible. I can’t lie to him anymore,” Eddie backs up, hoping he can leave the conversation before Robin tries to give him false hope.  

“Why do you think we’re magically scheduled every five days? It’s not for this dumb admirer, it’s for you,” Robin states looking unbearably serious.   

Eddie shakes his head and makes his way to push open the door behind him when the door to the back room opens. He freezes as Steve walks out quickly, locks eyes with him, and breaks out into a smile. “I thought I heard your voice! Have something for me today?” Steve asks and walks past Robin to scale the counter.  

Robin shoots Eddie a look that says, see? But Eddie shakes his head. He’s here for whatever his admirer got him.  

Eddie holds up his hands and shows that they’re empty. “Nothing today, I was just leaving.”  

Something about the look in Steve’s eyes makes him not move an inch. It’s heartbreaking, and he wishes he could escape as Steve inches closer and asks, “Is everything okay? Did I... did I do something wrong or...?” He trails off as he searches Eddie’s face for an explanation.  

“I just couldn’t get in touch with them,” Eddie lies easily, regretting the false hope he’s giving Steve. But Steve doesn’t look relieved by the statement, just confused.  

“Well, are you staying at least?” Steve asks, a bit of hope back in his eyes.  

Eddie shakes his head trying to shake the false hope away, but he realizes he unintentionally answers Steve’s question. It’s for the best. He just needs some space from him.  

“Wait, I have something for you before you go,” Steve says and races to the back.   

When the door closes, Eddie looks back at Robin. “We have to end it.”  

“We?” Robin asks.  

“Eddie Robin. E.R. Our plan. Please, Robin.”  

Robin looks at him for a moment and then quickly nods. “I’ll let you know what I come up with as soon as I can.”   

The back door swings open and Steve emerges with a single red rose. Eddie walks to the counter slowly to meet Steve in the middle. He needs the barrier between them before he does something dumb like pull him into an embrace and confess the truth. His entire being just wants Steve in his arms again, but instead, he quickly accepts the rose and tries to ignore the feeling of his finger brushing against Steve’s.  

“Steve the Romantic,” Eddie comments with a tight smile. “I’ll make sure to give this to them,” Eddie says, knowing it’ll just be added to the notes he wishes were written to him instead of E.R..   

“Thank you, Eddie the Messenger,” Steve says with an equally tight smile but then he breaks into an actual smile. “Eddie the Messenger like Eddie Munson. EM.”  

Eddie can see the moment Steve starts to process what he just said. Before he can see Steve potentially come to the realization that the one name he hasn’t thought of that starts with an E is his own, Eddie is racing out the door and to his van. He takes a deep breath and turns his music up loud enough to overpower his thoughts. Maybe the guilt will consume him entirely before Steve can come to the full realization.  

-:-:-:-:-:-  

Eddie lays on his bed listening to a Dio album while absentmindedly playing chords on his guitar trying to come up with a way to end things. It’s been hours and he’s still got about nothing. The best solution is finding someone to pretend to be his admirer and absolutely being horrible on their date to the point that Steve puts the thoughts about E.R. completely in his past. But that’s more deceiving that Eddie doesn’t want to put Steve through.  

He hears a distant knocking on his trailer door and glances at the clock. Definitely not his uncle. Maybe it’s the kids coming to complain about something. He hangs his sweetheart back on the wall and pauses his tape. He catches sight of the rose lying on top of the notes Steve has given E.R. and slightly dies inside. Maybe one day...  

Right, the person at his door. The steady pitter-patter of rain becomes noticeable as Eddie rushes towards the door.  

He swings the door open and is met with the sight of Steve soaked to the bone with a hand on his hip while the other runs through his dripping hair. Eddie freezes. “Mind if I come in?” Steve asks.  

Eddie backs out of the doorway and gestures for Steve to come inside. He watches as Steve stands in his living room glancing around for a few seconds with his hands on his hips. Eddie quickly picks up on how he’s shivering and grabs his hand. “Follow me,” Eddie says dragging him towards his room. As he digs through his drawers he jokes, “What did you do? Walk here or something?”  

“I biked here,” Steve says and rushes to continue, “I would’ve driven here, but I couldn’t find my keys fast enough. I didn’t realize it was raining until I was halfway here.”  

Eddie slowly turns with a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a pair of underwear in his hands. Steve is staring off at something, but he quickly turns to look away when he notices that Eddie is looking at him. Jumpy. “You don’t have to wear the underwear if that’s... weird or something. I just thought... wet underwear is never fun,” Eddie says awkwardly.  

Steve nods and thanks him quietly. The tension in the room is almost suffocating. Eddie clears his throat. “I’ll leave you to get dressed, okay?”  

As Eddie turns to leave, he feels Steve’s cold, wet hand latch around his wrist. “Just don’t run away, please?” Steve requests.  

Eddie locks eyes with him and quickly nods saying, “Promise, I’ll even crack the door on the way out so you can hear me.” It’s a joke, but Steve seems to hold onto the idea as a form of comfort, so as Eddie leaves, he cracks the door a tiny bit.  

Then, he paces. Because Steve Harrington, the one person he really wants to avoid right now, is standing in his room possibly putting on his underwear. And yeah, that kind of freaks Eddie out a bit. Kind of in an exciting way, but also in a holy shit, he needs to escape right now before he does anything stupid kind of way.  

…And now he understands why Steve wanted the door cracked. Why is he here? Did he figure it out? If he knew, he would be more upset. Right?  

“Eddie,” Steve’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts.  

Eddie turns to him and lets out an involuntary high-pitched noise that is beyond embarrassing, but how else is he supposed to respond to Steve Harrington in his clothes?  

“You alright?” Steve asks gently. Eddie nods because he honestly has no thoughts right now. Except maybe a few expletives. Christ, he’s glad he didn’t give Steve his Hellfire shirt, or he would be inconsolable.  

“You look good,” Eddie chokes out.  

Steve smiles and runs a hand through his still-wet hair, brushing it out of his eyes. “Probably would look better with a hair dryer,” Steve comments.  

“You look perfect, Steve,” Eddie replies immediately before he can regret it. Steve flushes a light shade of red as the smile on his face grows. Eddie’s heart skips a beat, and he tries to recover. “Really though, I’m digging the wet dog look. Very metal.”  

Steve snorts but doesn’t fully respond as he stares at the ground seemingly lost in thought.  

Eddie slowly approaches him and asks, “Wanna tell me what’s going on in there?” He gently taps him on the forehead which makes Steve look up quick enough to give him whiplash. Eddie nearly curses under his breath at how beautiful Steve is this close to him. Which was exactly what he didn’t want to do. He needs to put space between them.  

Eddie nearly takes a step back, but Steve’s eyes are locked with his and it feels like they’re making it impossible to move away. Being this close to him is dangerous but it’s a risk he’s willing to take.  

Steve’s eyes narrow and Eddie feels somehow exposed. It’s like he’s searching for something, and then Steve asks, “Eddie are you...”  

Eddie’s breath hitches as Steve’s mouth opens and closes as if he’s struggling to find the words. This cannot be happening, but maybe he knows. And this is it. “Steve-”  

“Are you free tonight?” Steve asks. “I just... you seemed busy earlier, and I wanted to- to hang out.” It sounds false to Eddie’s ears, but there’s no way Steve actually knows. He probably just wants to pry some more information about his secret admirer from Eddie. That’s definitely it.  

“Yeah,” Eddie says with a fake smile and finally steps back. This is about E.R. and not him. Of course that’s why Steve is there, he should’ve known this all along. “Want to watch a movie?” Eddie asks as he starts to make his way to the couch trying not to show Steve the dumb look of hurt on his face.  

“Yeah,” Steve says sounding equal parts dejected and relieved.  

Eddie puts a random tape in and sits on the edge of his couch to put some distance between him and Steve, but then his plan backfires when Steve sits directly next to him trapping Eddie. Time to prepare for the questions.  

But Steve doesn’t say anything until the movie starts. He laughs, “This is the movie me and Robin saw when we were drugged by the Russians.”  

“When you were what?”  

Steve scoots closer and takes a deep breath. A few tense moments later, Steve finally starts, “So, my dad made me get a summer job...”  

Eventually, Steve is fully going into the story that Eddie had only briefly heard about before, but Dustin had told him that Steve doesn’t like to talk about it with anyone . But even as Steve starts to get choked up about involving the kids and potentially endangering Dustin and Erica he continues on. The only difference is that he starts leaning more into Eddie and eventually rests his head on his shoulder and reaches out for Eddie’s hand.  

The movie drones on in the background as Steve loops back to how stupid he had been to include the kids. “They could’ve been the ones getting tortured, Eddie. How could I do that? I was in charge of them and they could’ve- they could’ve...” Steve stops with a choked-out sob that has Eddie pulling Steve completely against his side.  

“But they’re okay, Steve. And it’s all over now. You did protect them by sacrificing yourself.”  

“But Robin-”  

Eddie cuts him off before he can finish that thought, “Robin willingly sacrificed herself to be at your side which is exactly what you did for her. You know she wouldn’t have chosen any other way.”  

Steve sniffs loudly and sadly laughs, “She’s so damn stubborn.”  

“She really is,” Eddie says fondly as he glances down at Steve. “She also really loves you. Everyone does.”  

Steve wipes at his eyes and glances up. “Even you?”  

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow slightly as he tries to figure out if Steve’s joking or not. But there’s growing concern in Steve’s eyes as Eddie doesn’t reply. He rushes to say, “Especially me, Steve."

Okay, that was a little bit more revealing than he wanted it to be, but the look of relief on Steve’s face is worth it. He keeps talking to try to cover up what he just revealed, “You know what would make me love you even more?” Eddie slightly cringes at his phrasing but continues as Steve waits in suspense, “A picture of you in your Scoops Ahoy uniform.”  

Steve bursts out laughing as Eddie watches him, fondly chuckling as he takes in the moment. Even with red-rimmed eyes and tears staining his cheeks, Steve is absolutely gorgeous. Eddie has no idea how Steve doesn’t have people falling at his feet all the time.  

“I’ll consider it,” Steve says as his laughter dies down.  

Eddie loses all train of thought for the second time that night. “You’re kidding.”  

“Maybe I’m not,” Steve says with a smile that’s a little too flirtatious for Eddie to comprehend. “As long as you promise not to tell Dustin.”  

“Promise,” Eddie insists as he smiles down at Steve. He suddenly becomes very aware of how close they are as Steve’s eyes flicker down to Eddie’s lips. Distance. Eddie needs distance to think clearly. “I’m going to grab a beer, do you want one?” Eddie asks quickly as he stands up.    

Steve glances down at his watch and sighs, “I’ve actually got to head back because I’m opening with Robin tomorrow.” He stands up and gestures toward the small television. “And looks like that’s the end of the movie.”  

Eddie snorts and goes over to eject the tape. “I forgot we had something on.”  

“I was just such great company,” Steve says, sarcasm clear in his tone.  

Eddie sets the tape down. “You really were.” He feels that same tension in the room as he turns back to Steve who lingers for a moment. “You can stay the night if you want to especially if it’s still raining.”  

Steve shakes his head. “I don’t want to wake you up so early, and I left my work vest at home. Some other time?”  

Eddie nods his head and offers, “I can drive you back and load your bike into the van.”  

“Thank you, but I think I need to clear my head a bit.” Steve smiles tightly and starts to walk towards the front door. He hesitates and turns to Eddie again, a question clearly on the tip of his tongue.  

Eddie waits, but nothing comes. Steve just rushes forward and wraps his arms around Eddie quickly. Eddie barely has time to put his arms up before Steve leans in and whispers, “Thank you for tonight.” And with a quick peck on the cheek, Steve is racing out the door.  

Eddie heads to the front door but before he gets there, Steve is already on his bike pedaling away into the dark. At least it’s no longer raining.  

Eddie slowly closes the door once Steve is out of sight and leans against it with a sigh. What the hell was that?  

Part Six

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[lfghughes]

Can’t Make Any Promises pt.2

a/n: once again i just kind of got carried away with my writing but for all my peeps that wanted a second part

Trevor

Jamies sister had left, leaving him to be the one to tell his best friend what exact he had just asked of his older sister. Not that it really mattered because she had said yes for the first time in all the times he had asked. Plus it wasn’t a secret that Trevor had been crushing on her, he never hid his flirting even when Jamie was around but he wasn’t sure if Jamie understood that it’s not just his usual flirty self that he was pretty sure he had actual feelings for her.

When Jamie pulled in Trevor definitely felt slightly more nervous than he had a hour back. “Hey man, did my sister pass by?” Jamie asked and Trevor nodded his head. “She sure did, she already headed out but actually I did want to run something by you real quick.” At that Trevor cleared his throat, the nerves coming up. “You asked her out on a date again, didn’t you?” Trevors jaw dropped a little. “She told me all the other times you did. I’m guessing she finally gave you a yes?” 

Trevor just nodded his head, was his best friend about to hate him now. “I mean I’m cool with it but if you decide you don’t like her and break her heart we’re going to have a problem.” Well that was comforting at least but Trevor wasn’t really worried about that. Now he just had to get ready for this date.

Readers P.O.V

You knew that Jamie wouldn’t be too bothered by it. Your brother had actually told you a few times before to give Trevor a chance and your only excuse was the age thing which shockingly he also did not understand. Maybe it was a guy thing. Anyways now you were getting ready for this date and you had to admit you were a little excited about it even if that small insecurity was still sticking in the back of your mind.

When there was a knock on your door you knew it was time to go and you had decided on a casual but cute outfit since it was just dinner and a movie. When you opened the door you were a little surprised at the fact that Trevor was there holding a small bouquet of flowers. “I stopped and got these for you. If you’re allergic or hate them though I can just toss them.” There was an edge of nervousness to his voice and you thought that was cute. “No, they’re beautiful thanks.”

The dinner had gone a lot better than you expected and you two talked about a variety of different things. It was actually pretty nice to talk to Trevor one on one without your brother there. The conversations were a lot less about hockey which you slightly appreciated. You had to admit this was one of the best dates you had gone on in a long while. The movie part was just as good except you craved talking to him a little more but because of the movie you weren’t able to.

It was pretty disappointing as the night came to an end because it had been a good time and now you were both standing on your front porch. “So any chance there could be a second date?” Trevor asked and there was a hopeful gleam to his eye. A small sigh left your lips “Trevor this was really nice but this still doesn’t change where we are in life. You’re young and you still have your party phase left and I’m just not there anymore, I’m more in the stage of settling down.” You wished that it could be a different story but you knew it wasn’t.

“Who says I’m not ready for all that same stuff. I had to grow up fast and I’m not some college kid. I have a secure job, I pay all my own bills, and I’m not looking to be out at some frat party every night. It’s a four year difference between us that’s it.” A sigh fell from your lips again and you knew he meant every word he said. “If you’re serious about it, I’d like to keep seeing where this could go.” You whispered to him and a small smile filled his lips. His hand went gently to the side of your cheek “Can I?” He asked and you nodded your head. He leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss before pulling away. “Maybe tomorrow you can come over? I’ll cook us both dinner. Your brother already has plans so it’ll just be the two of us.” You nodded your head a second time, looks like there would be a second date after all.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #( cant make any promises ft trevor zegras )

[maochira]

reader x Kunigami, Chigiri, Shidou, Sae, and Rin where reader has a deep phobia of needles (as in, she'll go pale, start trying to crawl away in the chair, start crying, etc.) LOTS OF CUDDLES PLZ (this totally isn't because I'm due for my covid booster and my mom forgot that I needed it so she hasn't set an appointment and I get nervous everyday about it😐)

Hi anon!! I feel you. I have a huge phobia of needles as well,, Also I'm kinda bad at writing Sae and Rin outside of sibling stuff so I didn't do them for this sorry!!

Requests open!

Current writing event

Tags: gn!reader, comfort, uhhh needles mentioned, is written with the intention of platonic headcanons but can be seen as romantic as well

Sypnosis: you need to get a blood test done very soon and feel anxious about it due to your phobia, but luckily you got your best friend to comfort you!!

Kunigami knows about your phobia of needles, so when you tell him about the blood test you have coming up soon, he knows inside you're anxious, even though you're trying to laugh it off. He keeps asking if you're fine and if you want to talk about it, but you decline each time. You just feel like you'd be a bother with a fear like that. But Kunigami makes sure you know it's alright for you to vent, so the day before the blood test you talk a lot about it with him. He tries his best to reassure you it's going to be fine, but he also knows it's hard to deal with phobias, so he's trying to not push you too much. He sees how anxious you get when just talking about it and it makes him worried about how you're going to feel when you're actually at the doctor, so he offers to come along, which you immediately accept. Having Kunigami with you makes you feel a bit safer. You still feel panicked and cry, but Kunigami helps you to sit still and prevents you from getting a look at the needle, even while they're taking the blood, so you won't freak out.

You told Chigiri about your upcoming blood test immediately after you found out about it, and since he always knew and has seen you terrified of needles, he gets very worried about how you'll be feelings for the next few days. He tries to reassure you that you'll be fine and that you can get through this because taking blood only takes a few minutes. But no matter how helpful Chigiri tries to be, it can't calm your nerves completely, so you ask if he could come along when they're taking your blood. Chigiri is a little confused at first, but quickly agrees to it. He's already seen you near needles once, so he kind of knows what to expect. You really try to stay calm when the nurse walks towards you with the needle in their hand, but you keep moving in your seat, trying to escape. You only manage to calm down enough to sit still when Chigiri wraps his arm around your shoulder and makes you close your eyes until it's over. The entire time, he's talking to you about unrelated things to distract you.

When you tell Shidou about your blood test coming up soon, he doesn't notice how anxious you are about it right away. It takes him a few more minutes until he realizes your voice is slightly panicked, so he asks what's wrong. After telling him about your phobia, his first instinct is to reply with a joke about how he could bite your arm instead so they can get your blood without needing a needle. It makes you laugh and feel a little better, but the fear doesn't leave you. Shidou has no idea what to do, so he half-jokingly offers to come along and distract you when they're taking your blood. He didn't really expect you to say yes, but he didn't complain about it either. Usually, Shidou talks a lot, even when he knows shouldn't. But as he sits next to you while the nurse is preparing the needle, is one of the few times you get to witness him being completely silent. He just holds your hand and looks at you with a half-worried half-serious face. Although, his silence is weirdly comforting. But actually, he's most likely silent because he knows if he says too much he could get kicked out, and he doesn't want to leave you alone. Also, he brought a bandaid with tiny dinosaurs on it to put on your arm instead of the boring ones you usually get at the doctor.

#bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #bllk scenarios #blue lock scenarios #kunigmi rensuke #rensuke kunigami #kunigami x you #kunigami x reader #chigiri x you #chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma #hyoma chigiri #blue lock chigiri #bllk chigiri #bllk kunigami #blue lock kunigami #ryusei shidou #shidou ryusei #shidou x reader #shidou x you #blue lock shidou #bllk shidou

[carlplsrailme]

𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

rosita espinosa x fem!reader

cw: heavy exhibitionism, dom!rosita sub!reader, etc etc.

request: could you do a nsfw alphabet with rosita if youre okay with that? i absolutely LOVE your writing so much <3333

A = Aftercare (What They’re Like After Sex)

she lays next to you while touching your skin softly, pillow-talk is very strong in her relationships before she takes you to shower where even more fun happens

B = Body Part (Their Body Of Theirs and Their Partner’s that they like)

she likes her stomach and tits, displaying them is such a power move and turns her on.

for you, however, is probably your lips, eyes, and tits. when you pout slightly, and look at her just drives her crazy. and you being nervous about having your tits out with her just makes her wild

C = Cum (Anything to Do with Cum; because yum.)

she likes it when you cum on her strap, or in her mouth mostly. it's usually your cum going anywhere and everywhere as she just cums from doing it to you mostly

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty Self Explanatory, A Dirty Secret of Theirs)

she stole your panties one time. stole them and used them until they died.

E = Experience (How Experienced are They? Do They Know What They’re Doing?)

yes yes yes and yes. she's extremely experienced and if you have little no to knowledge on that sort of stuff she will be more than happy to teach you a few things

F = Favorite Positions (This Goes Without Saying)

you sitting on her face. she's obsessed with your cunt gushing all over her mouth as your thighs shake and threaten to collapse on her face

G = Goofy (Are They More Serious In The Moment? Are They Humorous? Etc.)

she's more serious but learned to have some fun with it after some time

H = Hair (How Well Groomed Are They? Does The Carpet Match The Drapes? Etc.)

she trims her hair so it's shorter, but, there's really no use to shave it nowadays.

I = Intimacy (How Are They During the Moment? The Romantic Aspect)

not really romantic, more lusty and kinky which keeps things fun but she can have an intimate moment here and there

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

if you're out and she's alone and horny. she'd get it over with by slipping her fingers into her panties, wet pussy already clenching and unclenching around nothing desperately. she teases herself, rubbing her clit with really no force as she thinks back to you. everything about you and just fucks herself. she'd probably grab a pillow to moan into if things get really heated but she has a whole experience touching herself.

K = Kink (One or More of Their Kinks)

seeing you embarrassed and shy would have her cum in her panties any day. her favorite times were when she made you lift your shirt to show your tits to an open window with your legs spread, pussy drizzling as you exposed yourself to the commonwealth. she watched with her hands down her pants as you stripped and touched yourself for all to see by her order while you had tears in your eyes.

L = Location (Favorite Places to Do the Deed)

like before, she's kinda an exhibitionist (you are too) buuuuut! she likes the shower as well.

M = Motivation (What Gets them Turn on, What Gets Them Going)

seeing you desperate really gets her going. just watching as you look up at her with tears in your eyes, a tiny pout if you ask if she can touch you. just melts her right away

N = No (Something They Wouldn’t do, Turn Offs)

surprisingly, not too much into the mommy stuff. just doesn't interest her.

O = Oral (Preferences in Giving and Receiving, Skill, Etc.)

she loves loves loves giving. your scent and taste evoke something primal in her. eating you out is a daily routine and one she loves

P = Pace (Are They Fast and Rough? Slow and Sensual? Etc.)

she loves to tease but when she gets going it's fast and rough.

Q = Quickies (Their Opinion on Quickie, How Often, Etc.)

loves them. perfect on the go, first thing in the morning, mid-day, quickies are a blessing in her eyes

R = Risk (Are They Game to Experiment? Do They Like Taking Risks? Etc.)

100% yes she is an extreme risk taker. do you know how many times you've almost gotten caught? anyways, she loves to experiment and trying new things.

S = Stamina (How Many Rounds Can They Go For? How Long Do They Last?)

it seems like forever, but, in reality, 3-4 rounds is when she really gets winded.

T = Toys (Do They Own Any Toys? Do They Use Them? On A Partner or Themselves?)

holy shit yes. straps and vibrators for days, her personal favorite is a huge cock she found one day. after cleaning it she used it on you and couldn't help but grin as you cried at how much it was stretching you out.

U = Unfair (How Much Do They Like To Tease?)

rosita is so fucking unfair. one morning leaving you with no orgasm just to watch you shiver when someone rubbed past you on accident or how you squeezed your legs together all-day

V = Volume (How Loud They Are, What Sounds They Make. Etc.)

she moans and talks you through your orgasm in almost a whisper in your ear, you whine and whimper so it's usually a quiet environment

W = Wild Card (A Random Headcanon For The Character)

she found a video recorder one day. she set it all up and when you got home she lead you to the living room where a camera was set up. she had you strip and sit on the couch with your legs spread as she recorded your precious pussy and watch as you touched and played with yourself on camera. if anyone found this, or hell, looked in the window (you are in the open living room space, after all) you'd be mortified. but, no matter how much your mind scrambled you ended up squirting while letting soft whimpers out. she moved the camera to your soaked pussy and started lapping at your abused cunt on video.

X = X-ray (Let’s See What’s Going Under Those Clothes)

nothing to see except beautiful curves and a full chest <333

Y = Yearning (How High Is There Sex Drive?)

honestly, way too fucking high.

Z = Zzz (How Quickly They Fall Asleep Afterwards)

it takes her some time to calm down while you're passed out. but she dozes off after a while

an: sorry if this isn't what yall signed up for...lmao, hope you still liked it!

#rosita espinosa imagine #rosita espinosa smut #rosita espinosa x reader #twd rosita #twd fanfiction #twd #twd rp #thewalkingdead imagines #thewalkingdead oneshots #thewalkingdead #the walking dead #twd smut #the walking dead roleplay #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead comics #the walking dead smut

[band--psycho]

Jax Teller x Reader-Head Over Heart

For the amazing @deathbecomesnerds who requested this story with the promt red lipstick

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

To say Y/n was nervous was an understatement. 

But she’d never backed down from a challenge before and she certainly wasn’t going to start now. 

Especially when it meant that Jax Teller would win. 

She liked Jax; they were…friends. Friends who just so happened to fuck one another and had a good laugh with another. 

Then he started acting…odd, for no apparent reason. 

When she tried to ask him about it a few weeks ago he gave her a very cold and blunt answer. 

That they were never going to be anything serious. 

The words shouldn’t have hurt her how they did; they never said they would be anything more than friends but in that moment she realised that someone along the way, she’d fallen for him. 

But Jax didn’t know that, how could he be when she wasn’t even aware of the feelings she’d had for him until that point. 

And now here she was arriving at a party to show him that she didn’t need him. 

~~~~~

Jax was ashamed to admit that he was relieved he hadn’t seen Y/n. 

He needed her not to be.

He couldn’t bear seeing her again. Not after what he had said to her, not after the feeling his heart broke slightly when he saw a flicker of pain flash briefly in her eyes.

He loved her.

That was the issue.

He didn’t want to destroy her…he wanted her as far away from him, the club, even charming, as she could possibly get. 

“No, Y/n/n tonight?” Opie asked, leaning against the same wall as Jax, watching as the other members of the club got flirted with by Croweaters. 

“Looks like it,” Jax answered bluntly, pushing himself off of the wall to join the others. 

Almost instantly at least five different Croweaters surrounded him.

Opie knew how close Jax and Y/n were; they were joined at the hip on nights like these and yet, tonight she was nowhere to be seen and Jax was openly flirting with Croweaters. 

Jax had hoped his words to Y/n had hurt her enough to push her far enough away. 

In fact he was certain of it; until he saw her getting out of a car that had pulled up outside the clubhouse. 

All of his attention was suddenly  on Y/n. 

She was wearing a short red dress that barely covered her ass and with high white heels and  matching red lipstick.

Red lipstick.

He remembered mentioning one evening after a very heated makeout session with her that he loved it when she wore red lipstick. 

She looked stunning. 

And it was taking everything in him to not shove the Croweaters around him away; and go to her. 

He wanted to give it to her so badly. 

He wanted to take back the last few weeks; and go back to how they were before. 

He wanted her.

Needed her.

But he couldn’t have her, not if he wanted to keep her safe. 

Tagging:

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[dreams-and-drabbles]

because his drip marketing is tomorrow (probably) i request more Alhaitham stuff 😭

i was hoping you'd write about the reader shyly asking him to do it after years of dating and he'd be gentle the whole time until he isnt cuz he cant take it anymore foams in the mouth

IT’S TOMORROW?! HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?! 😭 TYSM FOR THE ASK AND OFC!!!

(( MINORS DO NOT INTERACT—!!! ))

Al Haitham stared at you, his eyes wide.

It was one of the few times you could say you’d seen him genuinely surprised, but that was to expected, you supposed.

The two of you had been together for a few years, and you’d never once broached this topic.

“I m-mean… I’m sorry if it bugs you, but we’ve been together for a while now, so I thought…”

Al Haitham raised a hand, shaking his head with a small smile.

“I was just surprised. Pleasantly so. There’s no need to worry over that. I’d been considering asking you myself for a while now, but I didn’t want to seem too impatient. I’m glad you asked.”

The scribe spoke, his tone a mixture of amusement and shock.

He paced around the room, his arms crossed.

You giggled at the sight, earning a sharp look from your boyfriend.

“Let me prepare a few things, Dear. We don’t have everything for this because as you said, it’s been some time…”

Al Haitham said his tone serious, causing you to break into a fit of laughter.

“Right, of course… Then I’ll see you here soon?”

You asked, your cheeks tinged pink.

Al Haitham smirked, nodding his head.

“You can count on it.”

You smiled, glancing down bashfully.

“See you, then…”

Al Haitham huffed a small chuckle, pressing his lips against yours, before leaving the house.

Once he’d left, you buried your face in your hands, silently cursing your awkwardness.

You’d never spoken about this before, and while you were glad Al Haitham was willing, you should have known there were things missing.

That was the most embarrassing part, you thought, your cheeks flaring with heat.

You shook yourself from your musings, and headed to the bedroom to straighten up some.

This was huge, right?

There was a way to go about these things, or you’d hoped so, at least.

After forty minutes or so passed, you were beginning to feel a little nervous.

Al Haitham didn’t live too far off—

Just as you began to worry, you heard footsteps outside.

The doorknob shook sightly and you glanced up, your eyes wide in excitement, as Al Haitham entered.

To your surprise, he held a large bouquet of flowers in his hands.

You peered at him, curiously.

Al Haitham met your gaze, shaking his head a bit.

He offered you a small smile, before running a hand through his hair with a sigh.

“Kaveh demanded to know where I was going in such a rush. I didn’t think he needed to know what exactly we were going to be up to, so I told him I was meeting you for a date. Of course, then he lectured me, going on about flowers and the likes, and how important they are to dating. As such, here we are—“

Al Haitham explained, handing you the flowers.

You laughed, your eyes tearing up slightly.

“That is such a Kaveh thing to do.” You said, earning an amused smile from Al Haitham.

“Isn’t it, though? Regardless, that’s what kept me for so long.”

You nodded, fighting off the urge to laugh.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now… Are you ready for our date?” You teased, your tone light.

Al Haitham’s lips quirked upwards into a smirk, and his eyes shone with mirth.

“Of course.” He responded, his tone silky.

You grinned, grabbing Al Haitham’s hand and pulling him towards the bedroom.

He chuckled at your excitement, as the two of you approached the bed.

You flopped down on the bed, as Al Haitham sat down beside you. He pulled off his top, giving you a few full of his toned chest.

He raised a teasing brow, before smirking at you. “Enjoying the view?”

You grinned, nodding. “Immensely.”

Al Haitham snorted, shaking his head in amusement. “Well, there’s more than that to enjoy.”

You flushed at his words, before pulling off your clothes, as well.

“Right… Uncharted territory…” You responded, your tone light.

Al Haitham scooted closer to you, his lips pressed close to your ear.

“We’ll simply have to explore it, then. Find the best route…”

You laughed, turning your head slightly, to meet his gaze.

Al Haitham smiled at you, bringing his hand to lightly cup your cheek. He ran his thumb along your jawline, soothingly, before pressing his lips against yours.

You leaned forward into the touch, Al Haitham pressing his form against yours, and causing you to sink further into the bed.

His hand made its way into your hair, as he deepened the kiss.

The scent of parchment and pine overrode your senses as he kissed you, his lips frantically overtaking your own.

Al Haitham pulled away from the kiss, and instead began trailing kisses across your bare form. He ran his tongue across your collarbone, before nipping down gently.

You trembled at the contact, your eyes sparkling with glee.

“Al Haitham… the date…”

You murmured, and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your center.

“Of course, love. I’ll be gentle this time…”

He murmured, before pulling you closer to him.

Your heart pounded in anticipation, as Al Haitham’s legs pressed up against yours.

Al Haitham’s hand snaked around your thigh, rubbing circles along its inside and you jerked back at the contact.

He chuckled, his tone warm.

“Hmm, that’s a spot. Let’s explore some others, then…”

He cooed at you, his tone a thick honey.

Al Haitham’s hand edged past your thigh, and your legs clenched.

The weight of him against you increased, as Al Haitham pressed his form closer to yours, giving you an up close view of his chest.

Your cheeks burned, as Al Haitham brought his arm back up, to pull you closer to him.

He thrust against your form, and you gasped in surprise.

He picked up the pace, his grasp on you tightening.

If this was what intimacy was like, then you’d been missing out on a lot.

Al Haitham’s pace quickened once more, and you yelped at the sudden ferocity to his approach, your eyes widening.

“A- Al Haitham!! You—!!!” You rasped, your words slightly slurred, as your mind struggled to form what you wanted to say.

Al Haitham pulled you closer to himself once more, his weight against yours increasing, as a tremor ran through your form.

His eyes widened, and he pulled back, his cheeks flushed. “A-Ah… I got too excited…”

He spoke, his voice a husky rasp.

You stared at him your eyes wide, and your mouth slightly agape.

“Mm… next time…don’t rush…” You managed, as Al Haitham pulled away.

He nodded, laying down beside you.

“Next time, I’ll be gentle…”

You huffed, averting your gaze.

“‘s what you said this time…” You whined, rolling over on your side.

Al Haitham rolled over, so that he was facing you. “Forgive me…?”

You pretended to think about it, before giggling some.

“‘s fine… Couldn’t be made anyways…”

He hummed, before wrapping and arm around you, then pulling the covers over your heads.

You smiled, burying your face into his chest.

He laughed, and you could feel the rumble of it, from your spot against his chest.

“You really like my chest, don’t you?”

You nodded, pressing your face in further.

“‘Makes a good pillow…”

He ran his fingers through your hair, before smiling and letting his hand fall.

“I’m glad you find my chest so comfortable…”

You blinked at him, sleepily, and he chuckled.

Al Haitham pulled you a bit closer, rubbing circles on your back.

“You seem tired, dear. You may as well put that pillow to good use…”

#No Anon We Die Like Men #Also— thank you so much!!! #I’m excited for his drip marketing too! #al haitham smut #al haitham x reader #awkward fluff #smut with feelings #they’re so awkward around each other #genshin impact #genshin x reader #thanks for the ask! #it’s great to see returning readers #send asks #seriously! I live to write for you guys!!

[mrsjones17]

blurb request :

trent attending a show for the fashion week in Milan and you’re one of the models walking the runway.. you’re so happy because he’s on a mini break from his games and flied out all the way to support you (inspire of recovering from his injury) just like you go to his games.

Milan Fashion Week - TAA

author: @mrsjones17

a/n : this is my first request I was a bit nervous writing this but I'm happy with the outcome so enjoy!!!

request: yes

warnings: none

summary : Trent fly's out to Italy to support you at Fashion week hence having an injury

➵ first of all you was grateful that Trent had decided to fly out and support you however you would be worried about his injury getting worse " babe..look I love that fact that you've made an effort and so forth...but you can't be walking around with a knee injury " * you looked at him trying to be serious but gave in due to him using the puppy dog eyes *

➵ trent would be excited and wanting to know the ins and outs of modelling asking you questions " y/n what happens if you don't like the dress they give you?...or something?"

➵ him helping you when your nervous before the runway " babe you'll do fine you've got this " he says soothingly as he rubs circles on your back along with giving you a thousand kisses all over you face

➵ you looking out for trent in the front row whilst walking down the runway as you walked down the runway modeling the fourth garment that you was given you turned your head to see your boyfriend looking at you. Trent sat there smiling and giving you a wave. You looked at him smiling and being flustered slightly but continued with runway being unable to contain your excitement.

➵ him congratulating you on getting into milano fashion week " Congratulations baby I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it and I got you a little something " he said excitedly. Out of his pocket he pulled out a jewellery box . You looked at him as you took the box inside was a necklace with your name on it. He looked up at you smiling and blushing " hope you like it babe" he says blushing.

➵ going on little dates around Italy when your not on the runway or modelling. You getting excited to show him around " omg Trent let's go in here...they have so much cool stuff " you said excitedly grabbing his hand but being careful you didn't drag him incase you made his injury worse.

Thank you for reading!! This was so fun and exciting to write I loved this request!! If you have any requests please request here

~ Scarlett 🤎

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander imagines #trent aa #trent alexander x you #blurbs #requests open #requests #liverpool fc #liverpool football club #milan fashion week

[niuniente]

I stumbled upon above image from this blog and went “Huh, that’s exactly how my fingernails grow. I know it can be a sign of a severe health problem but doctors haven’t found anything and my fingernails have looked like that for my whole life”. (I’d like to grow my nails long but I can’t because the pressure of the curving is too much and painful.)

(and here’s a pic of healthy nails, growing as they should)

I checked the origin of the photo and found the blog I just mentioned. It’s run by an English person who was diagnosed with BJHS - Benign Joint Hybermobility Syndrome. I read all the person’s experiences and symptoms and yikes! That’s me! (with overlapping IBS and iron deficiency which can’t be treated)

“Benign meaning “it will not kill me,” not that it’s all fluffy-kittens-and-sunshine. Joint Hypermobility meaning my joints move too much in the wrong ways (yes, “double jointed,” though of course I have only a single set of each joint). Syndrome meaning that this problem creates a cascade of other issues throughout my body. BJHS is a connective tissue-based disorder. Somewhere along the line, my genetics have made it so that I don’t either produce enough of, or don’t process completely, the protein collagen. Collagen is like the scaffolding for every connective tissue in  your body. Connective tissues include: skin, muscles, ligaments, tendons, hair, bones, eyes, blood vessels, spinal discs, cartilage, the intestines, the heart, the liver… basically, everywhere. In fact, I can’t actually name a part of the body that doesn’t contain it.”

Here are the blog person’s experiences VS my experiences

Insomnia: did I mention the hyper-wired, jazzed-up, over-talkative, never-shuts-down nature of my brain? That I get more hyper the more exhausted I become? That I used to sleep so lightly that my roommate in college could wake me up by writing in her journal? Did I mention that, without the right meds, I probably get one or two nights of truly deep, restful sleep… a year? Me: Yup! I sleep so slightly that when I had a flatmate, I woke up when she touched the handle of her door. Though my insomnia isn’t as bad as this persons, I do regularly need melatonin to sleep normally. Otherwise I can’t fall asleep until 8am, even if I was super tired during the day. Otherwise I sleep well.

Liver metabolism: I have serious problems processing medications, as I have a liver that is slow to metabolize chemicals. I cannot take a very long list of drugs, including most pain killers. This also includes naturopathic treatments… even my own hormones! I get side effects (or no effects) with everything I take. As my naturopath likes to say: “You just walk by a chemical, and it affects you.” Me: My shiatsu healer said that my liver is not working properly. I have hormonal problems. Even with the IUD I still get them monthly, though IUD has improved my health tremendously.

Complex PTSD and anxiety: like the stuff combat veterans get, only not quite. Caused by excessive exposure to stressful situations that one cannot escape, like, say… a bully at work (not saying that was my situation. Just as an example…). Though I received great treatment, people with BJHS are prone to stuff like this: fight or flight, remember? Me: I’m getting better but I’m 24/7 anxious more or less. I hope I can continue having anxiety medication for “bad things” like traveling. Do you know how annoying it is that you love traveling and have traveled the same journey for 10+ years and your anxiety still says “Okay but this time, something bad CAN happen!!” I was also pretty much mute for 12 years. My muscles are tense 24/7 due hyperactive nervous system and anxiety.

Heart palpitations: yucky, but harmless Me: Sometimes they happen, ugh...

Irritable bowel syndrome Me: TELL ME ABOUT IT QoQ The IUD has helped with this, too, as apparently I also have endometriosis which causes IBS to some.

Sinus problems and severe allergies (go immune system, go!) Me: YUP! Just got finally an allergy medication after sneezing daily, 20 times a day for 30 years. I new life has began! My nose isn’t running! I don’t need to have a truckload of tissues everywhere!

GERD (bad acid reflux) Me: And it gets worse with hormonal changes... I’ve got 4 different medications for this.

Poor balance and an inability to fully understand where my body is in relation to everything else. Me: Not really my issue but I do get clumsy with hormonal chances. It’s a common joke between me and my sister by now.

An inability to regulate body temperature, including both freezing extremities and excessive sweating, sometimes at the same time Me: This is genuinely THE WORST! It’s -30C outside, I go there half-naked, walk for 3 minutes and I’m sweating like a little big. All my clothes are trenched with sweat in 10 minutes. I’m inside and it’s 23C and I need wool socks and wake up with a sore throat because it’s too cold. I also “catch” the temperatures easily and shower (or sauna) is then the only option. If I catch “cold”, I will not warm up no matter how warmly I dress and sit in front of a heater. If I catch “hot”, I will not cool down even if I sat in front of a fan naked with ice-cubes on my body.

Hair that breaks easily and nails that are bent and curl off the tips of my fingers, as well as fingers that wrinkle like I’ve been in the tub for days Me: Yes. I need to use hair oil daily and baby oil for body and my eyes are like Sahara desert. Nails curve and my fingers are always wrinkly.

I have painful big toe joints, so no high heels for me. Walking long distances can be a disaster, so good shoes are very important. I suffer from plantar fasciitis, which means the bottoms of my feet hurt, especially in the morning. Me: Same. I went to doctor to complain how my toes hurt but they couldn’t find anything. My soles hurt extremely easily - like 5h walking and I’m already in pain. Doesn’t matter if I’m 45kg or 100kg in weight, it still hurts the same. Fingers hurt all the time.

My immune system is hyper-active as well, mounting elaborate, full-scale mucus or lymph node or other responses to mild colds and viruses. I’m sick a lot longer than normal people, and a lot more seriously, yet it’s not due to a poor immune system, but rather one that’s too strong. Me: Same. Last time I was sick was in 2017. It was just a normal cold but it took 4 weeks from me to recover. I was bedridden for a week. I’ve not gotten covid and despite my shitty bowl I don’t get sick easily. I don’t remember the last time I was sick prior 2017. Probably in 2007? With a bit runny nose though.

Loose connective tissues mean joints that move too easily, which means pinched nerves and pain. Think about how it feels when you throw your back out, or get carpal tunnel syndrome. Now imagine this feeling all over your body.  My nerves get pinched, causing several types of pain. I get back pain, obviously. I get numbness and mild paralysis in my thighs and hands. I get weakness in my legs and arms, and sciatica/restless leg sensations if I sit too long. Worst of all, I get parasthesia in my fingers and toes (that’s the tingling, painful sensation you get when you sit funny and your foot goes numb, then starts to wake up). I have this sensation, in varying degrees, all the time. Me: I’m literally in pain all around my body from neck below, for 24/7. Only the level of pain differs. I get easily numbness to arms and legs. I’ve started to suffer of restless legs and middle body with heavy jolting, especially if I’m tired. If I’m stressed and go to sleep, my nose and lips switch a lot.

#niu's life #over the years I've tried to figure out what's wrong #but it seems - also by docs - that there's plenty of wrong #I guess whoever assembled my body must have done it on Monday #after a rough party weekend with eyes closed

[save-the-villainous-cat]

write me some sexy stuff to come home to my love.

“Relax,” the hero mumbled. “It’s alright.”

They grabbed the villain’s thigh in a reassuring manner, their warm hand pushing its heat through the thin fabric.

“It’s just one evening. We’re gonna be fine,” they whispered against the villain’s ear. “You’re being so good already.”

“I’m uncomfortable,” the villain answered.

And the hero pulled back immediately. Pulled back their face, pulled back their hand. They sank into the couch, their gaze fixed on the villain.

“You don’t have to sit on my lap,” they said carefully. “It’s alright. I think I can handle this on my own now. We’ve played pretend for long enough.”

The villain took the hero’s hand and put it back on their thigh. Maybe closer to their inner thigh than where it had been originally. The villain didn’t care though.

This was the only thing that wasn’t making them feel uncomfortable right now.

“I don’t like this many people,” the villain explained. They also squeezed the hero’s hand in search of some stability. “They make me nervous.”

“Oh.”

The hero shifted under them and the villain tried to concentrate on that instead of the dancing and talking people. This was a lame party. From a lame group of college students.

One of which who happened to have a very important father ranked in a high governmental position. With important reports. In this very house.

Or whatever.

The hero needed a date and had asked none other than their enemy. Fine. Fine by the villain.

“We can go if you’re not feeling well.” The hero was uncharacteristically serious.

“But you still need your documents,” the villain answered. One of their hands found the hero’s chest and pushed them slightly back against the couch. “I guess we look a bit suspicious. We just have a bit of convincing to do and they probably won’t pay any attention to us.”

“I’m calling this off if you’re not feeling well,” the hero insisted.

“Put your hands on my hips.” Without even questioning it, the hero followed the command.

“I mean it,” they said.

“It’s alright when I’m concentrating on you. I don’t feel that overwhelmed,” the villain said. They leaned forward, their lips hovering over the hero’s. “I feel safe. You’re always so considerate.”

“That’s my job…” The hero’s gaze dropped but they apparently recollected themselves soon enough to let their gaze wander up again.

“So you’re treating everyone in your life like you’re treating me?” The hero began to draw lazy circles into the villain’s hips.

They’d learnt from the last time. The time when the villain had been injured and this was the only thing to calm them down. And to ease the pain.

“Not exactly. What can I do to make you feel better?“

“Where do you draw the line?” the villain asked back.

“There’s no line. If I cannot make you feel better in the next twenty seconds, we’re going to leave.”

“Okay.” The villain didn’t even have to think about it. “Please kiss me.”

The hero wasted no time, as if they’d been waiting for it the entire time.

Their lips touched and it wasn’t anything like the villain had feared it would be. It wasn’t angry or fast or hard. It was softer than anything the villain had ever felt in their entire life.

The kiss was a bit too close to love. But right now, the villain was thankful for it. They needed someone to love them right now.

It lasted longer than the villain had expected. But even as the hero pulled away, it wasn’t enough.

“Please do it again,” the villain said immediately as they parted. The hero could only smile as they complied.

And the villain felt better indeed.

#I miss you #fake dating>>>>>>>>>>>>> #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

[lilith-little-world]

Sneak Peek of Chapter 3|| The Isekai’d Oracle

Sorry for disappearing, just been handling stuff and working on a project. I'll probably post something about it soon but eh. Also I'm doing fine!

Also since I barely got to writing it, this version may have stuff added, taken out or changed completely, in the final product. Hopefully it doesn't change too much.

MK lays on the ground breathing heavily. Staring up at the blue sky, his mind racing. He lost another practice battle to the Great Sage, like always. Even when he should be focusing on his mistakes he made or the battle. His mind just couldn’t stop thinking about what happened earlier this week. That earthquake, no, he know it wasn’t that simple. There was a blast, a powerful one that made his whole being shiver. It wasn’t supposed to be here. Yet it was.

Monkey King crouches down near MK’s head. He looks down at him worried but quickly pushes it aside, putting a smile on his face.

“You’re doing great bud! You almost had it, just a little more practice and you'll be getting the hang of this. Just…focus a bit more during battle. Your head was up in the clouds and not in the fight.” Monkey King helps MK up to his feet, and pats his back. To show off his encouragement to his student.

“A simple but deadly mistake in battle. You’re opponent will use it to their advantage. Luckily this was practice and you can try as many times, as you need… So what’s on your mind kid?” He asked, but he knew what he going to say. Though he doesn’t entirely know why he was so hung up over it.

“I know but I just got a bit distracted. I was thinking about... stuff.” MK brushes Monkey King aside. 

He frowns a bit, feeling a bit guilty. Monkey King sighs, frustrated not with his student but with himself. He knew, that he should have been more open than being vague with him. Especially when the kid went to him for answers.

 

MK tensed up, feeling he might have accidentally disappointed or upset his mentor.

“You’re still thinking about that earthquake from earlier this week-” Monkey King's tone was flat but quiet and soft. Trying to be firm and serious and at the same time being gentle and kind. Wanting to be reassuring to his student. 

“It was NOT an earthquake.” MK says cutting the ginger simian off. He quickly turns around and face Monkey King, both were shocked by his sudden outburst.

 

“I’m sorry, Monkey King, it’s just… I don’t know. It didn’t feel right, I know you told me it was nothing and best to leave it alone. For some reason, something in me, whatever caused it, isn’t suppose to be here. That it was-” 

“Look kid, you can trust me. You are right though, something did cause that earthquake, but it will bring no harm. She’s…pretty harmless… sometimes.” Monkey King focuses his gaze on the ground, not feeling confident enough to look at MK when saying it. Knowing he'll try to be even more vague if he sees his students panic state.

“She? Sometimes?!”

Monkey King got tense as he look at him. The color drained from MK’s face making him nervous. A bitter feeling formed in his stomach, knowing he messed up. He raises his hands up, in a defense stance. Then slowly outstretches them towards him. Defensive, yet slowly reaching out to calm the student down.

“Look kid, her and me go way back. She’s simply doing a task and will leave when she finishes it. There’s literally nothing to worry about. Just stay out of her way and leave her alone. It’s for the best, we’ll only get in the way and mess it up.”

 Monkey King states as he keeps his strained smile on his face. The smile falters slightly at last sentence. It was quick, but MK saw it. He only sees it a few times, when the two take breaks and just talk. It was similar when Monkey King talked about his past. As if something was burdening him.

MK never liked seeing him like that so he never push it. This time wasn’t any different either. MK took a deep breath and smiled. Brushing off the tense and serious mood.

“I guess you’re right, sorry about that. I was just stressed and overthinking things. So she’ll leave when she finishes whatever she needs to do?” 

Monkey King relaxes his stance and put down his hands. There was obviously a shift in his demeanor when he saw MK calm down. Though there was a slight hint of hesitation. 

“Yeah, and things will be back to normal. Like I said there’s nothing to worry about. Just…” He frowns and his gaze went to the ground. Lost in thought.

“Monkey King? Are you okay?” 

He shot his gaze up to his student. Tensing up, feeling a bit embarrassed of getting so lost in his head while talking.

“Oh yeah definitely, like I said, stay out of it and leave her be. She’s harmless and won’t cause too much trouble… I hope.” Monkey King clears his throat and straightens his posture. MK stares at him worried but doesn’t question his words.

“Anyways, you did well on training. You're getting a good hang of your powers, I'm proud of you kid!”

 

MK was quiet, trying to settle his thoughts. He wanted to ask more about who this person was but he didn’t want to upset his mentor any more than he has. He let out a sigh and smiles brightly.

“You think so Monkey King? I feel I gotten stronger too!” 

“Oh yeah, soon you’ll be changing your size, transforming into animals, you’re going to be a great, kid!” 

They laugh, as Monkey King puts his arm around MK's neck. Ruffling up his hair, as the student try to push his teacher off with a smile.

Maybe it’s for the best they let go of this topic. It was made very clear, that talking about it made them upset and tense. Anyways, Monkey King truly believes that the Oracle can handle anything by herself. It wasn’t right if he shows up and ruin everything. This time he’ll stay out of it for good.

‘The Oracle is strong and smart enough to figure everything by herself after all.’

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Your body felt numb, as the freezing cold winds surround you. The ground dark and dead. Trees twisted and dead from the cold harsh temperatures. It felt like the freezing cold was consuming you.

You continue to travel down the dark path. Stumbling on a sharp pillar of ice.

Where the hell are you at now?

You were in the motel room, going to bed. So how did you end up here?

The pillar of ice was thick and tall, your cloudy reflection stare back at you. The details smudge made it hard to see yourself. Though, it didn’t felt like you were. No, the colors of your clothes were different. You reach your hand to touch it. The closer it got, the more the reflection hanged and shift. Your hand turning blue, either from hypothermia or something else completely.

Low whispers filled the air.

Muttering.

“Are you really going to let it play out like this?”

The shock of painful coldness burns your hand, the moment you touch the ice. You pull away, looking around to see who was with you. 

No one.

You were alone.

However, the whispering didn’t stop. It kept getting louder and louder as your hand burns even more. Then it clicked.

You have seen this place before.

A groan escaped from you when you felt Almond lick your cheek. She was laying on top of you. The room felt oddly cold as you slid the small dog off of you.

You sat up from the bed and yawn. Brows furrowed, rubbing your hand. The same hand, that touched the frost on the window and that ice pillar in your dreams. It didn’t hurt, but you still felt a phantom pain to it.

That’s right, your dream…

Almond lays next to you and waits patiently.

“We are going to a different motel. I am not dealing with this or the Lady Bone Demon. Fuck this shit.” 

You got up from the bed and packed the little items you have in your backpack. As much as you love the show and the characters, which you would love to meet someday. Just not the Lady Bone Demon, and as much you can be naive and an airhead most of the time, at least you have some common sense and take that nightmare as a sign to go hide for a while.

You’re not risking anything when it comes to her. Maybe that nightmare was just simply a nightmare and just a by-product of the stress of yesterday. It would make perfect sense for your mind to use the area where the Lady Bone Demon had her mech at. As the perfect setting for a nightmare. A reasonable explanation if you were in a world where there are no such things as magic and demons.

Sadly, you’re currently are in a world where such things exist. Better safe than sorry, and hope you can hide out for a while.

You pause as you place the bag on your bed.

“Where can I even go?” 

Almond whines, as you mutter. You’re completely on your own, with no one to help. You have no powers and are basically homeless. If that dream was a sign, then for what? What can it be telling you?

You groan before putting on your backpack. Guess your only option currently is to go to a different motel and hope nothing dangerous happens.

“Come on, Almond we have a stressful day ahead of us.” 

Hopefully, you enjoyed it and this chapter should be filled more with the show cast. A little bit more of an adventure. You can say. Though I hope I did write the Mk’s and Wukong’s teacher-student relationship properly. Since this is before season 2, they aren't too close yet and setting up walls around one another. Especially Wukong, hopefully, it translated well, and could feel that they aren't exactly comfy with one another yet.

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