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[malcanine]

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[simp4wom3n]

Only You

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!Reader

Requested: Yes/No ~ request @perfectartisanwerewolf

Summary: After Jenna overhears a conversation suggesting that Percy has a crush on her new girlfriend Y/n, her insecurities get the better of her, before Emma lends a helping hand. ~ Word Count: 3.092k ~ Warnings: one swear word otherwise nothing

A/N: HI!!!! my god writing again actually feels amazing it's not even funny. It feels so goddamn good to be back so I hope you guys enjoy this one <3

"Uno!", you slam your second last card down in triumph, slumping back into the couch with a smug smirk as an array of complaints and groans from your costars fill your ears. "How are you on uno already!?" Emma laughs in disbelief, looking at you as you shrug your shoulders.

It had become almost routine for everyone to hangout after a hard week of filming, often choosing to play uno in one of your apartments. In that time, you had established yourself as practically unbeatable at the game, only ever being beaten once by Jenna - and despite claiming that you let her win she will never let you live it down.

"She's just amazing, like she is at everything." Percy chimes in, looking at you with a small, almost suggestive smile. You give him a quick smile in return as you feel someone shift next to you, causing your head to turn, your eyes landing on your girlfriend. Cuddled into the side of the couch and staring blankly at the pile of cards in the middle of the table, the warm smile that typically adorned Jenna's features had disappeared - her current expression mirroring Wednesday's iconic deadpan.

You and Jenna had only officially been together for about a month now, and the cast were none the wiser - or at least most of them (Emma had her suspicions). Despite the cast being so tight-knit, you wanted to wait to share the news so you were able to just enjoy 'the honeymoon phase' of your relationship without any prying eyes.

That being said, a definite downside was that both of you were overly cautious about displays of affection in front of the others, so as you watched Jenna shift uncomfortably, you fought the urge to touch her, hold her hand, or pull her into a hug.

Deciding to gently nudge her with your arm, her eyes meet yours as you tilt your head in question, sending her a silent 'are you okay?'. Her lips quirk into a small smile as she returns a small nod, a reassurance most people would believe but one that you saw right through, noticing the somber and hesitant look in her eyes.

Your questioning eyes remain on her side profile as she turns away from you, returning her focus to the game you had almost completely forgotten about. You knew something was bothering her, but you were unsure as to what. 'She's just had a long week' is what you told yourself, your worried eyes still glued on your girlfriends figure.

"Ow!" you grunted as you received an elbow in your side from Emma, your trance broken as you shifted your gaze to the other girl sitting next to you. "It's your turn" she laughed at you as you muttered a meek "sorry", turning towards the table.

"A plus four are you kidding me y/n?! ugh I give up." Emma groaned as you placed down your final card with a small chuckle. There was a mix of groans and laughs around the group before, once again, Percy spoke up.

"See I told you, she's amazing"

It had been a long night.

What started as a typical games night among the cast had turned into pure torture for Jenna - and unfortunately she didn't enjoy it as Wednesday did. For you and Jenna, being each other's girlfriends was still fresh, the two of you still solidifying your relationship as not only friends, but lovers. So having to watch Percy shamelessly flirt with you all night had her heart aching beyond belief.

It wasn't jealously she felt (ok maybe she felt a little bit), it was more just pure insecurity. She trusted you. Of course she did. But she couldn't help but feel like she wasn't good enough for you.

You were so infuriatingly perfect.

Everything about you was perfect. Your smile, your laugh, your warmth - and not to mention you are disturbingly good at Uno. But as lucky as that makes her, it also means that everyone else sees how amazing you are. Without people knowing about your relationship, Jenna felt as though you could easily be ripped from beneath her, leaving her on her own as you inevitably find someone who is better for you than she could ever be.

So as she walked towards your trailer, her insecurities plaguing her thoughts, she takes deep breaths as she rehearses how she's going to ask you to tell your friends about your relationship. She understood it was a big step, and there was still a part of her that didn't want to tell anybody, to keep you all to herself, but if it would make her feel better, she knew she had to ask.

Walking through the cast's trailers, passing by Emma's, Joy's, and even Percy's, all she wanted was to see you again, to hug you again, to kiss you again.

Her journey to your trailer was a short one, just having to walk past a few of your other costars trailers in order to get there. She had been craving intimacy with you all day. All she wanted to do was to hug you and to kiss you.

Her steps, however, were halted when she heard a particularly loud conversation coming from inside one of the trailers.

Percy’s trailer.

She wasn't typically one to eavesdrop, but in her current state, her curiosity got the better of her. She just couldn't help herself. She took a slow step closer to said trailer, her eyes scanning her surrounding to check that no one saw her rather suspicious position before listening in.

"Dude she totally likes you! it's obvious" a male voice spoke, possibly Georgie but she wasn't sure. "See I thought so too! she's been giving me all these signals lately I just don't know when to make my move." Another male voice replied, one which Jenna quickly recognised as Percy's.

Her heart simultaneously swelled and sunk, the thought of Percy possibly liking someone else filled her heart with hope that maybe she could keep her own little world with you for just a little longer. To be able to keep her love for you private, something she treasured with all of her close relationships. Just the thought of that chance had a small smile creeping its way onto her lips.

"Y/n totally likes you dude. Make your move, don't be a pussy."

Her world had come crashing down, the rest of the conversation falling on deaf ears. Her breath had caught in her throat as the world started to spin and her heart sunk with her smile quickly dropping. Her eyes blurred with unshed tears as she frantically looked around, needing to get away from this conversation as fast as physically possible. Her quick steps eventually take her in the opposite direction of your trailer, unable to face you after what she just heard.

Did you like him back?

Did your relationship mean nothing to you?

Was it all fake?

Her mind was moving just as fast as her feet, putting as much distance between you and her as she possibly could. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she had lost track of where she was going, that was until she bumped into something.

Her head rapidly turned in the direction of her obstacle, not knowing what she was going to be met with but knowing that whatever it was was stopping her from running away, so she wasn't happy about it. What she definitely didn't expect was for her eyes to be met with Emma's confused expression.

Her rapid breathes began to ease as Emma firmly gripped her shoulders, scanning her face, which, unbeknownst to Jenna, had fresh tear tracks running down her cheeks with tears consistently falling.

"Jenna oh my god. Are you ok? what's wrong?"

Unable to find the words, Jenna responds with a rapid shake of her head as her warm tears continue to roll down her cheeks. Emma says nothing else as she grabs Jenna's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, before dragging her towards her trailer.

Once inside, Emma quickly closes the door before bringing Jenna into a crushing hug. Jenna gripped onto her shirt as if she would float away if she had let go. Her tears began to pool on Emma's shoulder as she gently rubs Jenna's back, allowing her to sob quietly for as long as she was able to.

With her cries finally ceasing, Emma pulled away slightly and pulled Jenna over to the couch, softly placing her down before taking a seat next to her. Jenna's face was bright red, her eyes bloodshot as she remained silent and still, now only sniffling and hastily wiping away her tears.

"Is this about y/n?"

Jenna's head whipped towards Emma's voice with furrowed brows, a new wave of tears pooling in her eyes at the mention of your name. "How... how did you know?" she brokenly whispered, her heart once again pounding in shock.

"Oh come on Jenna." she smiled softly, tilting her head as she gives her best friend a knowing look. "I know both of you better than anyone. Did you really think I wouldn't notice." she lightheartedly chuckles at Jenna's shocked expression.

Jenna just sits there, mouth agape as she is unable to comprehend what she has just heard - and here she thought you were both subtle. Broken out of her trance by Emma's hand slipping into hers, she felt a stray tear roll down her cheek as Emma squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" she asked gently, not wanting to pry or make Jenna uncomfortable. Sucking in a breath, she exhaled shakily as she felt the familiar burn of tears resurface.

"Last night... Percy was flirting with her and she seemed so unbothered that... I don't know it just made me feel so... insecure? I guess" Emma nodded in response as Jenna continued. "And then today...I-I overhead Percy talking to Georgie in his trailer and-and they were talking about how 'y/n definitely likes him back' and how he should 'make a move'."

With tears now streaming down her face, Jenna struggled to find the words to describe how she felt. The pure heartache that she was experiencing was something she had never felt before. She could feel her heart slowly breaking with each word she spoke, painfully reliving the events she had desperately tried to run away from.

"A-and now I'm questioning everything. We've only been d-dating for a month a-and... I don't know, what if she doesn't like me anymore... w-what if she really does like him back." Before she could continue rambling, Emma interrupted her, "Hey, hey, look at me."

Jenna's broken eyes meet Emma's as she gave her a sympathetic smile. "Look... I may not know a lot about this kinda stuff, but one thing I do know is that y/n loves you. Every time she looks at you she gives you literal heart eyes, every time she walks into a room, she doesn't care who else is in there, she goes straight to you. She's a love sick puppy if I've ever seen one."

"Really?" "Yes really!" A small smile had spread its way onto Jenna's lips at the thought. She really hoped that what Emma was saying was true because she would be lying if she said she wasn't head-over-heels in love with you too. "As for Percy, he's just an idiot with a blind hype-man." This caused Jenna to chuckle, the seed of doubt that was previously growing in her mind slowly but surely dying.

"How about this. To prove it to you, how about I invite everyone over to mine when we've all wrapped tonight and you can see for yourself?" At Emma's suggestion, Jenna nodded enthusiastically, thrilled by the idea of possibly destroying all remnants of doubt left.

Entering Emma's apartment, soft music playing over loud speakers as everyone was gathered around her living room, you were the last one to arrive which wasn't uncommon for you. You greeted everyone as they noticed your arrival, making an immediate beeline for an empty spot next to Jenna on the couch.

Percy, who seemed to have a new air of confidence, threw a comment your way as soon as you were in his line of sight. "There she is! My favourite girl is finally here!" You inwardly winced when you heard what he said, choosing to focus on Jenna in an attempt to ignore his obnoxious remark.

Jenna had been studying your face ever since you entered the room, her watchful eyes making sure that every subtle change in your expression didn't go unnoticed. Her jaw clenched when she heard Percy talk, a comment that could be interpreted platonically, but after the conversation she overheard, she knew his intentions and it made her feel sick to her stomach.

She did however notice how you slightly flinched at his words, your posture straightening as you walked faster in her direction. She inwardly sighed in relief at your reaction, knowing now that Emma was right. Maybe you really did love her - or at least you clearly didn't love Percy which was good enough for her.

As you took a seat next to her and turned your head to meet her eyes, she gave you a soft smile, one that was laced with sympathy, and greeted you. "Hi", she said softly. "Hi" You chuckled lightly, your thoughts disappearing as you get lost in her eyes, completely forgetting about your surroundings as the stress of your day practically melted away into an abyss.

You stared into each others eyes for what felt like eternity, each of you with matching giddy smiles. Even though you had only been dating a month, you could easily see yourself looking into these eyes for the rest of your life - something you would do with absolute pleasure.

Sadly, your own little bubble was burst when someone cleared their throat, causing both of you to look in the direction of the sound. "Are you playing or what?" Emma smirks at the two of you, well aware that she had interrupted something. Shaking your head gently out of your thoughts, you quickly replied "Yeah, yeah of course", giving Jenna a quick glance and smirk before settling into the couch.

As the rounds of Uno went on, with you unsurprisingly winning all of them, Jenna had been barely paying attention. She lost just about every round because she had been solely focused on you. Her eyes studying every detail, learning all the quirks of your different expressions - she also decided that your concentration face was incredibly cute. She was surprised you hadn't felt her eyes burning into the side of your head but she wasn't going to complain.

After practically memorising every little detail of your face, Jenna gently leant over towards you, her head stopping inches from yours, finally drawing your attention. She quietly whispered in your ear, "Can we talk?". You gave her a confused glance but quickly agreed before excusing yourselves and leaving the room.

"Is everything ok?" you were quick to ask, growingly worried as to why she was pulling you aside. "Emma knows". You blink in confusion. "Knows?..." "About us". Your eyes widen slightly in realisation, your lips forming a small O before you exhale in relief, relieved it wasn't anything worse.

"And... is that a problem? How did she find out?" you question hesitantly, knowing that Jenna really valued your relationships privacy and you weren't sure how she had taken the news. You saw Jenna take a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm herself which concerned you slightly.

"Basically... earlier today... I overheard Percy talking about how he liked you." She watches as your brows furrow slightly, obviously somewhat confused, but also upset about the news. "And when I heard him say that... I kinda panicked and ran away from the conversation... that's when I ran into Emma who took me to her trailer and comforted me, and immediately asked me if it was about you."

"Of course she did", you scoffed playfully, reaching to grab Jenna's hand to offer her some support. "I know... but she calmed me down and told me that you clearly loved me and Percy was stupid." You laughed at that before pulling Jenna into a gentle hug, her arms wrapping around your waist and squeezing softly.

"Who knew Emma could be so wise" you joked, earning a soft chuckle from your girlfriend. "She was definetly right about Percy being an idiot though... my god he can't take a hint" You gently pulled away from Jenna so your eyes could meet hers, your heart racing as you felt the weight of three heavy words on your tongue.

"And... that I love you." You saw Jenna's gaze soften, her eyes becoming glossy as she shows a giddy smile. "Really?" "Really" you reply softly. She sniffles quietly as you wipe away a stray tear that had escaped her beautiful eyes. "I love you too" she whispered even quieter, just loud enough for you to hear her.

You gently cup her cheeks as you pull her lips onto yours in a soft kiss. Jenna's hands slipped around the back of your neck causing a shiver to run down your spine, both of you gently caressing the others skin as you lips moved gently against one another's. Once your lips separated, you slipped your hand into hers, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, pulling her back into the living room.

Walking through the doorway hand in hand, only two people appeared to take notice. Emma and Percy. Emma sent both of you a giddy smirk to which you both returned as you made your way back to your spot on the couch.

Moving you eyes away from Emma, you noticed Percy's bitter glare. Making eye contact with him, you threw your arm around Jenna's shoulders, pulled her closer so she was snuggling into you, and sent him a sly wink.

You watched as he scoffed and looked down at his phone, evidently trying to distract himself from what he had just seen. You chuckled softly at his reaction, knowing that you were definitely going to make the most of this after his ignorance had caused your girlfriend to question your love for her - payback is a bitch.

Jenna obviously had the same idea as she leaned into your side, gently whispering,

"This is going to be fun"

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[luminnara]

Opposites Attract | Billy Hargrove x Reader

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Summary: you’re super nerdy—you’re all about D&D, sci-fi, comics, and everything that people like Billy Hargrove and his new pals make fun of. In fact, they think it would be a great idea to bet on whether or not Billy can make you like him. Lucky for Billy, he’s already got a thing for you…but what if you don’t like him back?

You didn’t know how you ended up being stuck right in front of Billy Hargrove in not one, but two classes senior year, but you hated it.

He was always right there, gaze burning into the back of your skull, boots sometimes kicking the legs of your chair, fingers occasionally yanking on your hair or shirt if he decided he just had to have your attention. You would always turn towards him, looking totally annoyed, to see one of those infuriatingly handsome smirks on his infuriatingly handsome face and find out that he forgot a pencil again or something equally stupid.

When you were lucky, he left you alone after that. He’d manage to sit quietly and you would do everything in your power to ignore him, spending your time doodling in the margins of your notes or dreaming up new scenarios for your campaign. Sometimes, you even managed to forget that he was there.

When you were unlucky, though, Billy made himself a nuisance. He insisted that you acknowledge him every five minutes somehow, whether it be by kicking your chair, accidentally shoving you when he stretched, or leaning so far forward that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

Not only did it send a flurry of butterflies through your stomach every time he did it, but it also really, really pissed you off.

“I can’t believe him,” you growled one day as you clutched your books to your chest. “I mean, seriously, who does he think he is? He’s so annoying, and it’s not like he ever actually needs anything or has anything useful to say—Eddie, are you listening to me?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, totally. Sounds shitty. Hey, did you decide on a class yet? I gotta get this campaign started this week or I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it, man.”

You rolled your eyes and slammed your locker shut. “Elf. Paladin.”

Eddie Munson, one of your only friends, gave you a grin. “And I’m sure you’ll blow us all away with your holy might, toots. Thanks. First session on Wednesday.”

His usual sweet, goofy expression brought a small smile to your face as you walked with him down the hall. “Good. I need a distraction.”

He slung an arm around your shoulders. “And a distraction you shall get, o fair maiden, in the form of the gnarliest, most fucked up—“

“Freak.” Someone grunted as their shoulder slammed into his, sending you both stumbling a few steps.

You shook it off and just kept your attention on Eddie. “More fucked up than the last one?”

“Oh, trust me, it’s gonna be brutal.”

“Better be.” You grinned. “I’m graduating this year. Gotta go out with a bang.”

Down the hall, Billy Hargrove was watching you with a thoughtful expression on his face. You and that weirdo Munson, huh? You looked close. He had his arm around you. You were always hanging around him and his little pack of freak nerds in the cafeteria. But seriously, that guy? You could do way better.

Namely, you could do Billy.

You just never seemed to pick up on his advances, and he was growing frustrated. How the hell was he supposed to get you talk to him if you never did? Was he supposed to use the direct approach, the one that worked on girls like Carol? Or were you way too nerdy for that?

“Hey. Hargrove.” Tommy H elbowed him. “How ‘bout her?”

Billy turned to snarl at him, but when he followed Tommy’s gaze, he saw that he was nodding towards you.

“What about her?” Billy asked.

“Bet you can’t get a date with the nerdiest bitch in town.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Billy scoffed. “I can get a date with anyone.”

“So you’re in?” Tommy grinned. “Get that super dork to crush on you by the end of the week, and I’ll get you a 12 pack.”

“...Alright. Fine.” Billy sneered. “It’s a bet.”

-----

Every so often, you got paid a decent amount of cash to “babysit” a group of kids who really didn’t need a sitter.

As far as you knew, at least. 

Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will--that kid, who got kidnapped or whatever not too long ago? Yeah, that Will--El, and Max, Billy Hargrove’s younger sister. Stepsister. Whatever. 

Even when you were only hired to keep an eye on one or two of them, you usually ended up hanging out with the whole gang. You got the feeling that they knew that you knew that you didn’t need to be there, but it was easy money, and you’d been babysitting them since they actually needed it, so none of you really minded. And besides, you actually had a lot of the same interests, so all you ever had to do was order pizza and sit around while they argued about movies or told you about their campaign.

“You guys are so good at D&D,” you laughed, pulling your feet up as you sat on the couch.

“Well what about you?” Mike asked eagerly. “What are you playing right now?”

“We haven’t started, but Eddie swears it’ll be brutal.” You snorted. “Hey, don’t you guys start high school next year? Are you gonna join the club?”

“Of course,” Dustin scoffed. “I mean, what else would we do? Sports?”

They all laughed, though you noticed that Lucas’ was more nervous than the others.

“Well good, because even if Eddie somehow manages to graduate, they’re gonna need more players.” You turned your attention to Max and El. “How bout you guys?”

El gave a small shrug. “I’ve never really…played.”

“I’m sure the boys would be glad to teach you,” you said, reaching for a slice of pizza.

She smiled. “I might like that.”

“Yeah. Yeah! We can totally do that!” Mike said enthusiastically. “We just need to write your character—“

Your eyes shifted to Max as she sat there, looking somewhat cross. “What do you think?”

“Look, no offense, but the nerd shit really isn’t my thing.” She said, as nicely as she could manage.

You noticed that her leg was bouncing, something she only did when she was anxious or upset, and you frowned slightly. “You okay?”

“I’m fine!” She snapped. “I mean…yeah. I’m fine.”

“Max…” Dustin groaned.

“What?”

“You did get permission to come over here, right?”

She was quiet for a moment, and you knew that the answer was going to be no.

“Max, are you serious?” Dustin complained. “Is that psycho freak gonna come looking for you?”

“Are you talking about Billy?” You asked.

“Duh! He’s a total dick, and I swear, if I ever have to see him again I’ll—“

The doorbell rang.

It was way too much of a coincidence for you to not believe you were about to see an angry Billy Hargrove ripping the door off its hinges, but as everyone froze and the seconds ticked by, there was nothing. Just a tense silence, broken only by the ringing again.

“Oh man,” you groaned as you stood. “Anybody else wanna be the babysitter for a change and take responsibility? …no? Great…”

You steeled yourself, reaching for the knob and twisting it slowly…and there he was, just as expected, only he was leaning in the doorframe, looking pissed off but not as angry as you’d been bracing for. He exhaled a puff of smoke in your face before giving you a curious look, and you could practically see the wheels turning before he spoke.

“Well, well. Didn’t expect to see you here, sweetheart.”

“Well, here I am.” You cleared your throat. “Can I help you with something?”

He looked past you, eyes shifting towards the kids. You saw anger there, a bright spark of rage flashing across his entire face as he spotted Max. She looked back at him stubbornly, setting her jaw and daring him to say anything, and you got the feeling that this was a normal thing for them. 

“Maxine.” he bit out, voice dangerous and low, “been lookin’ all over for you.”

“Piss off, Billy.” she spat.

He was holding himself back, and it was taking so much effort that he though you should be proud of him, because he was doing it for you. You, who was standing in his way, ever the dutiful babysitter, keeping the lion in its cage even though you had no idea what you were doing. But god, he wished that you did. He wished you knew how much he wanted to be good for you. 

He forced a tight smile onto his face. “Come on. Su--your mom is worried.”

The tone in his voice was serious enough, earnest enough, that Max recognized the urgency in it. She didn’t like Billy, not really, but she knew how rough his dad was with him, and even though he was her shitty stupid stepbrother, the thought of him on the receiving end of Neil Hargrove’s wrath wasn’t a pleasant one. 

“...Right. Yeah.” she cleared her throat, glancing around for her sweater. “I’ll, uh...be right out.”

The others looked at her in confusion and you raised a brow. When you looked back at Billy, you saw that he seemed thoughtful, pensive, almost, but by the time his eyes snapped back to yours, his expression had returned to that devil may care aloofness that he was so good at. 

“Didn’t know you babysat, sweetheart,” he said, relaxing his posture slightly. 

“Oh, yeah...” you smiled sheepishly. “I mean, these guys don’t really need it anymore, but I don’t mind the extra cash. I’m sorry if Max wasn’t supposed to be out, I just sort of assumed she had permission since the party is always together--”

At the word party, he snorted, and you were reminded that Billy Hargrove was, in fact, an asshole and not at all your type of person.

“Nah, Max loves to run off. It’s no big deal.” he said with that gorgeous smile of his, even though he was absolutely downplaying how extremely pissed and stressed he was thanks to his sister. “Besides...she’s in good hands here, I can tell.”

You blinked. Was that...a compliment? Was he capable of those? What the hell? 

“Well…thanks,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

“Anytime,” he winked.

And even though it was a weird exchange, a big part of you hoped that you could talk to him again, about more than just “I’m not giving you another pencil” or “quit kicking me.” You were hoping for a real conversation, because you were hoping that there was more to Billy Hargrove than pretty eyes and a bad attitude…

And the next day, your wish came true.

And the day after that.

You suddenly found Billy lingering around every corner, greeting you with that gorgeous smile and asking how you were as if he genuinely wanted to know.

And you told him.

And he listened.

Billy hung on to every word you said like they were his lifeline, paying extra close attention whenever you said you liked something. He noticed everything, more than anybody else would, because he was good at watching people and good at taking in his surroundings, and with you right in front of him, he had plenty to focus on and memorize.

And he felt himself falling with every new “thanks, Billy” that you gave him.

“I mean it, baby.” He said, every time. Because he did.

And goddamnit, you were really, really starting to like him. He was holding doors for you, he was carrying your books, he was telling you how much he liked your outfits…and it was working, all of it, and by the end of the week, you were sighing and wishing that he would ask you out for real.

And then Tommy H came and fucked it all up.

“Damn, Hargrove, you did it!” He cheered on that Friday, approaching the two of you as you stood at your open locker.

Billy gave him a sharp glare. He was finally making progress with you, and the past week had been like heaven on earth for him…and here was this chucklefuck, coming to screw him over because of some stupid bet.

“Guess i owe you that beer, huh?” Tommy grinned, clapping him on the shoulder.

Billy wanted to break his arm.

“I’ll be honest, I really didn’t think you could pull it off. I mean—“ and Tommy turned to look at you, lip curled in a nasty sneer that you knew all too well. “—this one’s like, the prudest prude in town.”

“Excuse me?” You asked haughtily.

He leaned towards you. “But you’re just like every other girl, huh? Creamin’ your pants over Hargrove.”

Your nostrils flared angrily and your face felt like it was absolutely on fire as you turned your gaze from Tommy to Billy. “Are you saying this was a fucking joke? A bet?”

Billy immediately straightened up, and for once, he was struggling with what to say. “I—no, look, it wasn’t—“

“Fuck you, Billy Hargrove.” You could feel tears threatening to spill down your cheeks, but you weren’t about to stand there and cry in front of them. No fucking way.

So you slammed your locker and spun on your heel, marching away with your head down. You didn’t know where you were going, but you needed to run, get away from them, get away from the guy you knew you shouldn’t have started to trust.

Tommy let out a loud laugh as he watched you go. “Aw, I think she’s crying over you! That’s so fucking patheti—“

Billy interrupted him with a fist to the jaw.

“You fucking idiot!” He snarled, grabbing the front of Tommy’s shirt and slamming him against the lockers. “The hell’s your problem?”

Tommy looked confused, eyes wide as he tried to process what had just happened to him. “Yo, what the hell, man?”

“You ever make her cry again, and I’ll make you cry twice as hard.” Billy growled. “Is that fucking clear?”

Tommy nodded quickly, and as much as Billy wanted to stay there and beat him to a pulp, he knew he needed to find you. Because he needed to fix this before you never spoke to him again, even if that’s what he deserved.

He found you outside, sitting alone at a picnic table. Your forehead was resting on the top, your elbows on either side of your face as your hands covered your hair. You looked smaller than usual, all curled in on yourself, and Billy wanted to punch himself in the jaw for dragging you into this and ruining everything.

He approached you, clearing his throat when he was a few steps away. “Hey.”

“Go away, Billy.” Your voice was muffled.

“I wanna talk.”

“I said go away,” you said, louder this time, though your voice was heavy from your crying.

Billy shoved his hands in his pockets nervously. “Tommy’s a fucking idiot. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“I think it’s pretty obvious that he does.” You said.

“No. He doesn’t.”

You sighed loudly, picking your head up to look at him. “I know how this works. I’m the weird nerdy girl, and you’re the hot bad boy jock, and your shitty jock friends probably bet on whether or not you could get between my legs this weekend.”

“First of all, I’m not a jock.” He growled. “Second of all…Fuck.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Look. It was a bet, but I only took it because I wanted to…get to know you.”

For a moment, all you could do was stare at him. He held his breath, hoping beyond hope that that was enough, that you would believe him and he could take you out for burgers or something and you could both just move on. When you finally opened your mouth, he straightened up slightly, standing at attention for whatever you had to say as if it would help his chances.

“How am I supposed to believe that?” You asked.

“…what?” He barked.

“You heard me.” Your lips pressed into a thin, unimpressed line as you looked up at him. “How am I supposed to believe that anything you’ve said this week was genuine? God, I feel so stupid…just leave me alone. It’s not like you care anyways.”

“Hey.” He growled. “Don’t you fucking say that.”

“Say what?”

“That I don’t care.” His eyes were dark, his teeth bared like an angry dog. “I do care.”

“…prove it.”

He rolled his eyes and you expression only hardened.

“Prove it, Billy. Otherwise I’m gone.”

“Fine.” He hissed. “I’ve been listening to you talk all fucking week.”

“Is that seriously supposed to make me feel better?” You scoffed. “You just can’t stop insulting me today, can you?”

“No, babe, I’ve been fucking listening to you.” He repeated. “Your favorite color is moss green. Not pine, not forest, moss. You like vanilla shakes and you love dipping your fries in them. You’ve got a cat named Peter and a dog named Lucy and you want a lizard but your folks keep saying no.”

As he spoke, your eyes widened. Had he…had he really been paying attention, like you had so naively hoped?

“When you were six, you fell and scraped your knee and you’ve still got the scar. You like DnD, Audrey Hepburn, and Fangoria. You can’t fucking swim, and you took ballet until you were nine.” He sighed. “That good enough for you?”

You were speechless.

“I…uh…wow,” you stammered, your anger fading away.

“I told you. Tommy is an idiot.” He pulled his hands from his pockets and held them at his sides, fingers clenching into fists and then relaxing again over and over as he fidgeted. “I only took his bet because I wanted to win. And because I wanted an excuse to talk to you.”

“You could have just talked to me like a normal person,” you said dryly.

“You’re always with Munson.”

“Well, yeah. He’s like, my best friend, so…”

“Is that it?” He asked hopefully.

“What?”

“You’re not dating that guy, right?”

The look on his face was almost endearing. “I’m not dating him.”

He visibly relaxed, fists unfurling as his shoulders dropped slightly. “Good.”

“You…really remembered a lot,” you said, chewing at your lip. “So…I guess maybe I owe you an apology for some of what I said just now. But Tommy is still—“

“Still a dick. Yeah.” He held up a hand for you to see, his knuckles red and angry. “Already took care of him.”

You felt your heartbeat quicken slightly. “Huh?”

“Soon as you left, I socked him.” He said, sounding incredibly serious. “He comes out here before I’m cooled off, something’s getting dislocated.”

“How…chivalrous.” A smile tugged at the edges of your lips. “My knight in shining armor.”

“Don’t drag me into your weird fantasy shit.”

“I think you’d be great at Dungeons and Dragons!” You argued.

He chuckled as he stepped closer, asking for permission to sit with his eyes. You scooted over a bit and he took that as an okay, sitting with his back to the table, legs spread obnoxiously to take up extra space as he leaned back on his elbows.

“You’re…nicer than I expected,” you said as you looked at him. “This whole week, you have been.”

“Yeah, well. People have layers.” He said absentmindedly, fishing in his pockets for a cigarette. “Babe, you got a smoke? …nah, you’re too goody two-shoes for that…”

You laughed lightly as you watched him and he froze, glancing up at you with those bright, wide eyes of his. He loved the sound of your laughter.

He wanted to hear more of it.

Giving up on the cigarette hunt for the time buying, he instead turned his full attention on you and cleared his throat. “Look, this whole thing was shitty. Lemme take you out to the diner later ‘n make it up to you. Deal?”

“…all right.” You smiled, even though your eyes were still puffy from crying and you were tired behind belief. “Deal.”

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargove x reader #Billy Hargrove #stranger things x reader #stranger things

[maggie-004]

(Un-) Lucky coincidence – 13

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: Jenna and Y/N prepared for their first joint promotional interview for "Wednesday." Their love and excitement shone through as they shared stories, laughter, and anticipation for their upcoming trip to Madeira.

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 3501

As Jenna and I settled into bed that night, we couldn't resist the familiar pull of each other's embrace. I lovingly wrapped my arms around her, savoring the closeness and warmth of her body against mine. She nestled her head against my chest, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of my heartbeat. It was a ritual we had developed, and it never failed to make us feel safe and loved.

As we lay there, our legs intertwined, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought us together. Jenna's presence had become a beacon of light in my life, illuminating the darkest corners of my heart with love and tenderness. She had seen me at my most vulnerable, held me through tears and laughter, and embraced me wholly, flaws and all. There was an unspoken language between us, a silent understanding that transcended words and conveyed emotions only the heart could comprehend. As I buried my face in her hair, breathing in the sweet scent that had become my favorite in the entire world, I realized how profoundly she had affected me. With Jenna, I felt like I could be myself completely, without fear of judgment or pretense. She had a way of making me feel cherished, like I was the most treasured person in her universe. In those quiet moments before sleep claimed us, we exchanged soft whispers of affection, expressing our love in hushed tones that were only meant for each other. Our fingers traced gentle patterns on each other's skin, reinforcing the bond that had grown so deep and unbreakable. "You're my everything, and I'm so grateful to have you in my life." Those words, like a sweet lullaby, lulled me into a peaceful slumber, knowing that in Jenna's arms, I had found my sanctuary. The next morning, the sun greeted us with its warm embrace, casting a golden glow across the room. As I stirred awake, Jenna was still sleeping peacefully beside me. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, her features relaxed and serene, as if the weight of the world had lifted in the haven of our love. Gently, I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, savoring the taste of the morning on her skin. As she slowly woke, her eyes fluttering open, I greeted her with a tender smile. "Good morning, my love," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "How did you sleep?" Her eyes met mine, and a warm smile graced her lips. "Good morning to you too, my sweet Y/N," she replied, her voice soft and filled with affection. "I slept as peacefully as I've ever known, wrapped in the embrace of the person who makes my heart feel at home." Her words touched my soul, and I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the love that flowed between us. Jenna had a way of making even the simplest moments feel extraordinary, and I cherished each one as a precious gift.

As we got ready for the day ahead, Jenna and I shared moments of laughter and tenderness. After my quick shower, Jenna playfully teased me about my abundance of hair as she helped me dry it. "Oh my god, you have so much hair," she chuckled, her fingers expertly working through the damp strands. "Please tell me if I hurt you; I've only ever done my hair and my sister Aliyah's, but I'm so excited for you guys to meet. She's the same age as you and is a literal mood 24/7."

I smiled, feeling grateful for Jenna's presence and her skillful hands in my hair. "Don't worry, I trust you completely," I said, enjoying the sensation of her fingers against my scalp. "I can't wait to meet Aliyah too. It sounds like she's a bundle of energy, just like you." We both chuckled, knowing that our meeting with Aliyah promised to be an entertaining and joyous occasion.

As Jenna finished drying my hair, she then proceeded to curl it. Her gentle touch and the warmth of the curling iron made the experience feel like a pampering session, and I appreciated her attention to detail. "You're doing an amazing job," I praised her, admiring the cascading curls that framed my face. "Thank you for helping me get ready for this special day." With a playful twirl, Jenna presented me with the final result. "You look stunning, my love," she said, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "The curls suit you perfectly, and you're going to be the center of attention at your graduation. Not that you aren't always the center of my attention," she added with a wink. I blushed at her sweet words, feeling a surge of confidence in Jenna's encouragement. "You have a way of making me feel like the most beautiful person in the world," I replied, leaning in to kiss her softly. "I'm so lucky to have you by my side, Jenna." After getting ourselves ready for the day, we headed out to attend my graduation ceremony. The anticipation and excitement filled the air, and Jenna held my hand tightly as we made our way to the venue. As we arrived, I spotted Aunt Iris, Uncle Peter, Emma, and Benni, and my heart swelled with pride and love. Jenna smiled warmly, understanding the depth of my emotions as we approached my family. "Y/N, darling, there you are!" Aunt Iris exclaimed, enveloping me in a tight hug. Me and my cousins were raised bilingual, so she always speaks to us in English. "We're so proud of you on this special day." "Congratulations, Y/N!" Uncle Peter chimed in, clapping me on the back. "You've worked so hard for this moment, and we couldn't be happier for you." Emma and Benni joined in the celebratory mood, hugging me and sharing words of love and support. Jenna watched the scene unfold, witnessing the tight-knit bond between my family members and the genuine affection they showered upon me. "It's so wonderful to finally meet you all," Jenna said warmly, extending her hand to each of them. "Y/N has told me so much about each of you, and I'm honored to be a part of this special day." Aunt Iris beamed, her eyes filled with warmth. "We're delighted to meet you too, Jenna," she said. "Y/N has a special place in our hearts, and we're so happy to see her with someone as caring and loving as you." As the graduation ceremony commenced, Jenna and my family watched with pride as I walked across the stage, receiving my diploma. The applause filled the auditorium, and I felt a sense of accomplishment and gratitude for all the love and support in my life. After the ceremony, we all gathered for a celebratory meal, sharing stories and laughter. Jenna fit in seamlessly, her vibrant personality adding to the joyous atmosphere. It was heartwarming to see my family embrace her with open arms, recognizing the significance of her presence in my life. As the evening drew to a close, Jenna and I found a moment alone together. "Thank you for being here with me today," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "It means the world to have you by my side, sharing this milestone with me." Jenna smiled, pulling me into a tight hug. "I wouldn't have missed it for anything," she replied, her voice soft and sincere. "Being here with you and your family has been such an incredible experience. I'm so proud of you, Y/N." Jenna said and pulled me into a tight hug. She kissed me on my cheek.

As Jenna and I left the restaurant, we were taken aback by the flurry of paparazzi waiting outside. The bright flashes from their cameras made it challenging to see, and the deafening noise of their shouts filled the air. They clamored for our attention, calling out about us being a couple and urging us to pose for them.

Jenna instinctively tightened her grip on my hand, and I could feel her protectiveness and concern. "Are you okay, Y/N?" she asked, her voice filled with worry. I took a deep breath, trying to stay composed amidst the chaos. "I'm okay," I replied, giving her a reassuring smile. "It's overwhelming, but I'll be fine as long as you're with me." Jenna nodded, her determination shining through. "I'm right here with you," she said firmly, her voice cutting through the noise. "Let's take this one step at a time." We began to walk slowly towards our waiting car, with Jenna's arm wrapped around me, shielding me from the intrusive flashes. The paparazzi continued to call out to us, asking personal questions and demanding photos. Jenna, however, remained composed and focused on ensuring our safety. "Please, give us some space," she said firmly but politely. "We appreciate your interest, but we need to get going." As we finally reached the car, the paparazzi surged forward, making it difficult to get in. Jenna's bodyguard stepped in from out of the car, creating a barrier between us and the crowd, allowing us to enter the car safely. Once inside, Jenna let out a sigh of relief, her protective demeanor easing as we left the scene. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that, today" Jenna said, her voice apologetic. "It's part of our life, but I never want it to be overwhelming for you, especially you’re so new to all of this and it’s such a special day today." I reached over and squeezed her hand, offering a reassuring smile. "I know this comes with our career," I said, "and we are here to support each other through it all. Besides, having you by my side makes everything worth it." Jenna smiled, her eyes softening with affection. "Thank you," she replied, leaning in to kiss me gently. "You're my rock, Y/N." As we drove away from the chaos, we found solace in each other's presence. Jenna's warmth and love were a constant source of comfort, and we talked excitedly about our upcoming vacation to Madeira at Toni/Reved's place. "I can't wait for you to meet Toni aka Reved in person" I said, a hint of excitement in my voice. "She’s amazing, and I know you'll get along with her so well." Jenna grinned, her eyes bright with anticipation. "I'm looking forward to it too," she said. "It'll be nice to spend some quality time together in a beautiful place, away from all the craziness."

As we settled back home, the thought of telling Jenna's parents about our relationship brought a mix of excitement and nervousness. I wanted them to know how much Jenna meant to me and how deeply I cared for her, but I couldn't help but wonder how they would react. "Hey Jen," I began, trying to mask my anxiety with a smile, "should we tell your parents that we're a couple?"

Jenna's face lit up with a warm smile, and she squeezed my hand reassuringly. "You know what? I think it's a great idea," she said, her eyes filled with affection. "They've been asking about you ever since we started hanging out more, and I'm sure they'll be happy for us." I nodded, feeling a sense of comfort in Jenna's optimism. "Okay, let's do it," I said, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. "But I hope they won't be too surprised or shocked." Jenna chuckled, pulling out her phone. "Trust me, they'll be thrilled," she said confidently. "They've seen us together, and they know how happy we make each other." With that, Jenna dialed her parents' number, and we waited eagerly for them to answer. As the call connected, Jenna's parents' faces appeared on the screen, and their eyes brightened at the sight of their daughter. "Hey, Mom, Dad!" Jenna greeted them cheerfully. "Guess who's here with me?" Her parents exchanged curious glances, clearly intrigued by the mystery. "Who is it, sweetheart?" her mom asked. Jenna turned the camera towards me, and I gave a shy wave. "It's Y/N," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. "We have something to share with you." Her parents' eyes widened, and then a big smile spread across her dad's face. "You two are together, aren't you?" he said with a knowing look. Jenna and I exchanged surprised glances before she burst into laughter. "How did you know?" she asked, amused. "We've seen the way you look at each other," her mom replied, her eyes filled with warmth. "It was only a matter of time." Jenna's dad nodded in agreement. "We can see how much you care for each other," he said. "And we're thrilled for both of you." Relief washed over me, and a sense of gratitude filled my heart. Jenna's parents' acceptance meant the world to me. "Thank you," I said, my voice sincere. "I care about Jenna deeply, and she means everything to me." "We can see that," her mom said, her smile growing. "And we're glad to have you in our daughter's life." As we continued to talk, Jenna's parents shared stories about her childhood and their time in Coachella. It was heartwarming to see the love and connection they had as a family, and I felt even more grateful to be a part of it. After the call, Jenna snuggled up beside me on the couch, her head resting on my shoulder. "See, I told you they'd be happy for us," she said playfully. "You were right," I replied, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'm so glad they're supportive." Jenna leaned up to kiss me softly. "They love you already," she said, her voice filled with love. "Just like I do." And with that Jenna and I went to sleep. Cuddling as always.

On the next Day Jenna and I needed to get up for an interview, in fact the first interview together for Wednesday Promo. Jenna went for a shower and I did afterwards. We didn’t even do our make up or styled our Hair, because we would get hair and make up anyways. I made us some coffee and an avacoda toast. After breakfast we went out for a quick cigarette. We got Dressed and got picked up by our driver. When we got there we were greeted and got sent into hair and makeup. When Jenna and I were ready the interview started about Wednesday me being Wednesdays fraternal twin sister and my upcoming start as an actress. The morning of the interview, excitement buzzed in the air as Jenna and I prepared for our first joint promotional event. We were both eager to share our project and showcase our chemistry as co-stars. Jenna headed for a shower first, and I followed suit, feeling the anticipation building up inside me. As we didn't need to worry about styling our hair and doing our makeup, we kept things simple, focusing on being comfortable and ourselves. After a quick shower, I joined Jenna in the kitchen, where she had prepared coffee and avocado toast, one of our favorite breakfasts. "Thanks, Jen," I said with a smile as I took a sip of the warm coffee. "This is just what I needed to kick-start the day." Jenna grinned, leaning against the counter. "Anything for my co-star and girlfriend," she replied playfully, causing my heart to flutter at the mention of our relationship. After breakfast, we decided to step outside for a quick cigarette to ease our nerves. We stood on the balcony, the cool breeze brushing against our faces, and exchanged encouraging words. Jenna's presence was a calming force, and together we bolstered each other's confidence. The time to leave for the interview came, and our driver was waiting to pick us up. As we entered the car, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and gratitude. I was about to embark on this journey with someone I loved deeply, and it felt like a dream come true. Arriving at the interview location, we were greeted warmly by the staff. The hair and makeup team worked their magic, enhancing our natural beauty while ensuring we looked effortlessly stunning for the cameras. Finally ready, Jenna and I took a moment to exchange a look of mutual understanding and encouragement. We were in this together, and our connection would shine through during the interview. Seated comfortably in the interview room, the host greeted us warmly, and the cameras started rolling. The interview began, and the host's questions flowed naturally. They were curious about my role as Wednesday's fraternal twin sister, and I shared how excited I was to explore the complexities of the sibling relationship on-screen. Jenna spoke about her character, Wednesday, and how much she’ll enjoy portraying a strong and independent woman.

The interview flew by in a whirl of laughter and heartfelt conversations. We shared anecdotes from the set, the fun moments we had during filming, and the challenges we faced as actors. Throughout it all, our affection for each other was evident, and it made the interview feel more like a cozy chat among friends.

As the interview wrapped up, the host expressed excitement for the release of "Wednesday" and wished us both success in our careers. Jenna and I thanked them graciously, feeling grateful for the opportunity to share our passion with the world. Back in the car, we took a moment to let the experience sink in. We held hands, basking in the joy of the successful interview and the knowledge that our journey together was just beginning. With the shooting of "Wednesday" set to begin soon, we felt a renewed sense of excitement and determination. Reading the script had given us a glimpse into the world of the characters we would bring to life, and we couldn't wait to embark on this adventure together. As we returned home, Jenna and I began the exciting task of packing for our upcoming adventures. First on the list was our week-long trip to Madeira, where we would be staying with my best friend Toni, who had become like a sister to me over the years. Jenna playfully teased me about my packing habits. "Do you really need all those headphones?" she asked, laughing. "You've got quite the collection there!" I grinned sheepishly, defending my choices with a chuckle. "Well, you never know which ones I might need for different situations. And besides, I can't go anywhere without my trusty Sony headphones—they're practically an extension of myself!" We both laughed as I carefully organized my electronics suitcase, making sure all the cables, chargers, and gadgets were neatly packed. I couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the thought of sharing my passion for music with Jenna during our trip. Next came the task of packing comfortable clothes for Madeira. Knowing that I'd most likely be in my costume for the majority of the time while shooting "Wednesday," Jenna advised me to prioritize comfort and practicality. I packed an assortment of t-shirts, hoodies, and sweatpants—soft and cozy pieces that I could easily lounge around in during our downtime. I made sure to include a few cargo pants for any outdoor adventures we might embark on during our stay. As I sorted through my clothes, Jenna was there, offering her assistance and playfully suggesting outfits she thought would look cute on me. Her fashion sense never ceased to amaze me, and I eagerly took her advice, feeling grateful to have her by my side. "Y/N, you're going to look stunning no matter what you wear," Jenna said with a wink. "But I must say, that blue hoodie and those black cargo pants will definitely be my favorite combo!" Her compliments sent a warm flush to my cheeks, and I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach. Jenna had a way of making me feel so cherished and adored, even in the simplest of moments. With my clothes packed, we moved on to preparing the rest of our essentials. I carefully packed my DJ controller, cameras, and all the necessary cable and lighting equipment. Jenna watched in awe as I meticulously arranged each item. "You're like a professional packer," she joked, her eyes filled with admiration. "It's impressive how organized you are with all your gear." "Well, being a DJ has taught me the importance of keeping everything in order," I replied with a grin. "Plus, you never know when you might need something, so it's best to be prepared!" As we finished packing, our suitcases filled to the brim with excitement and anticipation, Jenna wrapped her arms around me from behind, resting her chin on my shoulder. "I can't believe we're about to embark on this incredible journey together," she whispered, her voice filled with joy. "Me neither," I said, turning to face her, "but I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather share these experiences with. You make every adventure even more magical." Jenna leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a sweet and tender kiss.

#jenna marie ortega #actors #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #the fallout #wednesday #wednsday addams

[heavencasteel420]

WIP Wednesday

From Tomorrow's a Long Way Off:

So they played a few rounds of croquet under the sweltering sun. Barb was the best at it—she had precise aim and seemed to know exactly how hard to hit the ball—and Robin was the worst. She was almost fascinatingly awful, frequently missing the ball altogether and wielding the mallet like a pickaxe. At first, Jonathan worried that the other girls would be nasty about it, like people could be in gym class, but Robin kept up a constant stream of commentary that elicited laughter from Nancy and smiles from Barb. Barb got annoyed with him at one point, for not hitting the ball hard enough, but that wasn’t a big deal.

“You're not going to hurt it,” she urged, losing her usual calm expression. “It’s not a hedgehog.” Robin guffawed, then shot him a meaningful glance. He grinned back, then brought his attention back to the mallet. He knew Barb was right, but something was choking him up at the last minute. “Oh, leave him alone,” Nancy said. She was pretty good at croquet, too. “He’s not planning on going professional. Unless…?” She looked at him through her long, black eyelashes, and, for a moment, he wondered at her.  “You don’t think I can make it?” he joked, more to clear his head than anything else. “To the…what, the American Croquet Finals?” “Maybe if you ever hit the ball,” Barb said drily.  Robin cracked up, and Nancy smiled. He hit the ball and, sure enough, it rolled about three feet away from him. Barb groaned. “Don’t worry,” Robin assured her. She cocked her mallet over her shoulder and swaggered over to her ball. “You’ve seen the rest. Now see…the worst!” The other girls chuckled, but they both watched her, rapt, as she prepared to hit the ball. It was strange, yet Jonathan thought he understood. She was goofy and kind of gawky, but she was so thoroughly herself. He’d seen so many guys flirt with girls at the Hawk and at school—some awkward, some sleazy, some reasonably cool—but he figured most of them could learn from Robin.  She missed the ball wildly, taking out a chunk of grass in the process. Jonathan could practically feel Mr. Wheeler wince from across the lawn.  “You’re a natural,” Nancy said. Her blue eyes sparkled. “I think we can get away with calling it quits now.” 

(Why are they all playing croquet? Don't worry about it! Also, Barb and Robin were talking about the croquet scene from Disney's Alice in Wonderland, where the balls are hedgehogs.)

From Tonight, Tonight, the Highway's Bright (featuring Steve's account of his Thanksgiving--hints of alcohol abuse and eating disorders below):

“It was a shit show,” Steve said. “Mom had it catered, and of course the Virginia people had something to say about that. And Nana Harrington just hunched over in the corner the whole time, like someone was gonna snatch her purse. And there was so much food, but of course Dad didn’t touch anything but the whiskey, and Mom barely ate anything, so I’m gonna be eating frozen stuffing for a month. And when I actually had the nerve to, you know, scarf down some food on Thanksgiving, Mom slips in this comment about how I won’t be able to eat like that forever. And it’s like, sure, but if I ate like she ate, I’d pass out just from lifting a basketball. Classic Mitten move.”

From Save the Last Dance for Me (some implied racism below):

Other kids smiled at him in the hallways now; teachers knew his name and seemed to trust him to behave before he even had to prove himself. And girls were starting to look at him in a way that got his blood thrumming under his skin, that reminded him that he was alive in the best possible way. Instead of sighing or baring her teeth in a show of technical politeness, Kelly Mueller had smiled to herself when they’d gotten paired up in bio: a tiny, private thing that maybe he hadn’t been meant to see. Vanessa Terrell, one of the senior cheerleaders, had teased him about his new high-top fade, saying that the girls better watch out. Of course, Vanessa, three years older with a spot on the Homecoming Court, wasn’t interested in him herself, but she’d been teasing in a nice way, not a sarcastic one. 

And right now, on the morning of his humiliating nightmare, Danielle McCorkle was staring right at him while she switched out her books at her locker. Granted, he was talking to Patrick McKinney a few lockers away, so maybe the look wasn’t for him. Patrick was broad-shouldered and good-looking, with a real mustache, and he actually played during games. It would have made more sense for Danielle to be gazing at him. 

#tomorrow's a long way off #tonight tonight the highway's bright #save the last dance for me #okay: they are all playing croquet because karen wheeler made them #wip wednesdays

[livingwithlosingyou]

Living with Losing You - 8/29/2022

Another off day.

Honestly, I am not sure what is coming over me these last couple of days. I feel like at a baseline I am extremely depressed, but as long as I am with people or working I am able to forget how sad I am. I guess that is somewhat normal? I am not sure. 

Ever since I had that dream about you the other night, I have been really upset. I just miss you a lot, and like what happened a couple of weeks ago, it’s hard to control the tears. 

I just have not been sleeping well in general. I have even been taking hydroxyzine and it still is not getting me the kind of sleep that I need. 

Today I woke up and quickly took Sadie on a walk. Then when I got home I signed onto work. You’ll be proud to know that I signed on at 8:00am, then took a 45 minute lunch at 12:45pm, then I signed off of work by 5:00pm-5:30pm. This is likely the most normal day I have ever worked. I even ate all three meals and snacks today which is a win! But yeah, work was busy per usual, but I had a productive day. Still lots to do though! I really cant reiterate how much I miss just sitting on phone calls with you while I’d work. UGH. MY HEART. 

For lunch today I met up with Bri at Sheldon’s up the street. It was amazing! Such a good choice. At this point I have really given up on that diet my doctor had me on, and have just been eating what I can. I am still pretty underweight, so I need to make sure to not be too picky. 

After I signed off, I took Sadie on her afternoon walk then headed back to get ready for the church event. The young professionals group was meeting at mission bay for a Monday night bonfire. Unfortunately, they are breaking up this group into multiple smaller groups, so we will see how that pans out. I still need to figure out which group I want to participate in. I am leaning toward the Wednesday night group just based on the friends I have made today. We will see! 

I really did meet some great people though, and had a lot of good conversation. One gentleman came up and talked to me for a while. He was from Singapore and is Asian as well (Asians are the coolest). We got to talking about travel, and he asked me where I was traveling to at the end of next month / October, and I felt like I need to just be transparent with him. Plus, as soon as I said KY, he said WHY? (lol) so, naturally with my inability to lie and feeling like I needed to defend KY, I chose to be vulnerable. 

This ended up paying off because he is going through a divorce, so it’s different but it is another type of love coming to an ending. We had really good conversation about how we just have to trust in God and not lean on our own understanding. He asked me if I could find peace in that, never knowing. I told him one day I will know when I get to heaven. And until then, I want to move forward and continue to love and honor you in a different way. You deserve that.

I also met someone who does EOD in the Navy and another guy who works a PlayStation and does animation. This seems like it’s going to be a fun group, I’m really excited to continue this community!

Before I headed home I got myself and Sadie some In n Out. Devoured that, and had a really good cry sesh. I miss you so much. I can’t even express the pain at times, and I don’t know how to not miss the physical you (cause I know that you’re with me, always in a spiritual way).

Need to get some sleep though. Luckily I’m off tomorrow so that will be good.

I love you, lots and lots. The most.

Rest In Peace, James Burton Nichols

PS I wore your flannel to the bonfire and it gave me some comfort. Literally and figuratively. You promised. <3

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

[purplesurveys]

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1. Other than the expected things, what is something you’ve done every day for the past month? Clean up and pick up after my dogs.

2. What is one way in which things have improved for you lately? I mean, for one I’ve stopped lying to myself and have started to acknowledge the fact that I don’t find work as enjoyable as I used to. I’ve begun to request my alma mater for my diploma and transcript of records so I can revisit my initial plans to work for either the historical or cultural commission arms of the government. I’d say that’s a good step forward in pursuing where I think I’ll truly feel fulfilled.

3. Do you have any bad habits you aren’t working on changing? If so, do you ever think you’ll try to break them? Yeah - vaping. I’m too reliant on it and I highly doubt I would break the habit any time soon. My parents actually confiscated my original pen about a month ago when they confronted me; obviously that didn’t discourage me in the slightest and I just bought another pen literally the day after.

4. When was the last time someone surprised you with their reaction or behaviors? I had a funny conversation with my associate last Wednesday - it started when I mentioned that I was getting into Stray Kids’ music these days, but I don’t like their fanbase. So anyway Liara probes and she asks why I feel that way, and I share it’s because they’ll usually pick fights with Army and that they can sometimes be awful towards the boys, often crossing the line with death threats and starting terrible rumors. She responds with, “Oh but everyone hates you guys” and the delivery was just so blunt and curt I couldn’t really do anything but freeze LOL. It was a few seconds before I came around and I just told her, “Yeah I know that, but you didn’t have to say it like that��� lol. 

5. Are you good at committing to things like nanowrimo or inktober? I’m just terrible with commitment-based projects that aren’t related to work.

6. What is your preferred method of expressing yourself? Social media, I guess? I retweet and share stuff and post stories according to what I’m feeling or what I’m interested in at the moment and that’s usually able to provide a better look into my personality.

7. What outfit or clothing item have you been wearing the most lately? This short-sleeved black button-up shirt I technically stole from my sister.

8. What kinds of videos do you like to watch on youtube, if any? Anything BTS or 2 Days 1 Night Season 4, really. YouTube is my best outlet for coping with whatever anxieties I’m currently having. Sometimes I’ll get in a docu-binge and also watch videos from Asian Boss and Vice Asia.

9. Have you had any snow yet? Is this normal for your region? Snow is unheard of here, and it’s not gonna happen any time soon unless, like, global warming becomes a trillion times worse than it already is.

10. How would you describe your sleep schedule? It’s unhealthy, to say the least. I’ve always been a proponent of revenge bedtime procrastination and sleep anywhere between 1-3 AM, then wake up by 7 or 8 to start prepping for work.

11. Have you ever reached out to a crisis center for mental health support? If so, how was the experience? I have not, mostly because I don’t have a lot of trust in the system we have in place for mental health support. I’ve heard a number of horror stories from those who have tried to reach out, and it just put me off from seeking help myself in the past. The closest I got was when I told friends I was going to finally see a therapist to help cope with my then-fresh breakup, and I really was going to because I was already on the brink of doing something dangerous; but after seeking advice from Andi - who told me that a single session would cost me at least a couple thousand pesos - I kind of stopped considering it, again.

12. When was the last time you did something you were afraid to do, and how was the outcome? At work I always dread client servicing, i.e. getting into calls with my clients to align on ongoing campaigns and stuff, just out of the irrational fear of getting scolded or whatever. Of course it’s just something my mind makes me feel and I’ve fortunately never had to deal with an irate client, but it’s never stopped me from feeling scared every time I have to lead a call.

13. What is one positive thing you believe about yourself? That no amount of abuse and personal struggles I’ve faced can harden me and that I instead have used these experiences to understand people better, and in effect be gentler and more patient with everyone I deal with. I very much could have used the past as an excuse to be a piece of shit to people, but I haven’t. I hope I’ll always be able to keep that.

14. What is something you have been through that has made you stronger? Being independent and facing new experiences by myself, whether it’s going out of my way to make new friends or going on a road trip.

15. Other than money, what is something you wish you had more of in your life? Weekends.

16. Is there anything that you tend to ignore for the sake of your sanity? People on the other side of the local political spectrum. Not worth my time and energy. And yes, this includes lessening interactions with my relatives who happen to fall under that camp. My mom is of course bothered by this, but I’ve had enough and I can’t keep associating myself with people who have no regard for the sacrificies made by martial law martyrs and the activists who continue to fight for their countrymen’s rights today.

17. What was the last thing you argued or debated about? Did you eventually agree, or did you have to agree to disagree? The whole Johnny Depp/Amber Heard mess. Everyone in the family is in agreement about being on Johnny’s side, so that conversation was settled fairly quickly.

18. When was the last time you were envious and what caused it? What types of things are you inclined to envy? It’s been a while since I’ve felt envious, and I guess it helps that I’ve learned to be satisfied and happy with who I am, who I’ve got, and what I’ve got. If anything I’ve only felt the least bit of ‘envy’ towards people who got to go to the latest BTS shows hahaha but even then I was mostly happy for them because I trust the fact that I’ll get my turn eventually.

19. What is something you wish was different about your family? Uhm I wish those who are currently rooting for the dictator’s son aren’t rooting for the dictator’s fucking son.

20. Name someone you miss and the last time you talked to them? Do you think you’ll ever talk again? SOFIE. Can you believe she is moving to London?!?!?! Our little Sofiegirl who used to just have dreams of traveling to Europe :’) I last talked to her two weeks ago and yes, we will definitely be talking again - we’ve already made plans to see each other before she flies in September.

21. What is something unusual that irritates you? Is there anything that seems to bother others but doesn’t bother you at all? I do not like it when someone at work sends me a “hi” and proceeds to take a fucking lifetime typing the next message. It’s anxiety-inducing and I wish they would just bunch everything up in one message so that I don’t have to worry about if they’re potentially sending me a work blunder or crisis.

As for the opposite, trypophobia. I have never understood the big deal.

22. What is your main struggle or focus in life right now? Resigning and finding a new job where I can be a step closer to pursuing my true passions and interests.

23. What was the last piece of candy you ate? A piece of peanut brittle.

24. Are you more dramatic or stoic? Stoic. I’m pretty good at keeping stuff in.

25. When was the last time you wished you could take something back? Sometimes I’ll be curt towards Liara without realizing it. It happens just a handful of times in a week but I’ve been actively trying to manage it because the last thing I want to happen is to be known as the person who uses burnout as an excuse to be the office bitch.

26. What was the last thing you mailed? How about received (other than bills and such)? I very rarely send mails unless it’s like, an email lol in which case the last time I sent one had been last Friday. The last thing I received is this shirt I had ordered two weeks ago.

27. What was the last kind thing someone did for you? How about the last thing you did for someone else? My cousin helped me get out of this really really REALLY tight parking spot when we left my grandma’s place this afternoon. The last kind thing I did was order a box of sushi for my family also this afternoon, because I felt bad that I was only ordering for myself.

28. If everything in the world that was happening now was because of something you were doing or thinking, what aspects of yourself would you have to improve to change the world for the better? What a way to stir an existential crisis, lmao. I don’t know...maybe being a more active activist? Like not limiting myself to simply sharing posts that raise awareness and to dedicate more time to march on the streets, joining educational discussions with neglected sectors, etc.

29. What is your favorite thing to dream about? I wish Nacho would visit me sometimes.

30. Are you on medication for anything? If so, do you feel like it helps? Have you ever been afraid to take medication or had a particularly bad experience with it? No, I’m not.

31. Do you prefer having long or short nails? Short.

32. Are you happy when summer ends, or do you wish it would last longer? We don’t really have summer in the Western sense...where I live it’s either sunny or rainy. In any case I do find sunny weather a big irritation but it’s not like I have a choice - we get sun for most of the year.

33. How do you feel about the idea of turning 30? Or, if you already have, did your expectations or worries hold up to the reality? I’m hopeful. I wish I’ve accomplished some bigger life goals by then, like having my own place or having traveled to a different continent.

34. Just as a guess, how old do you think you’ll live to be? I’ve never liked questions like these. How do I know I’m not going to be t-boned and killed by a drunk driver when I get on the highway two hours from now? < This is something I relate to a lot, which is why I don’t spend my time thinking about this. Of course it’d be cool to live to 100, but life could always end up taking a different course. I simply don’t know.

35. What keeps you going lately? The desire for growth.

#survey #surveys #one of the heavier ones i've taken tbh

[lizzy-williams]

❝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 & 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜❞

ღWarnings: SMUT (18+ please!), language, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), sexual situations.

ღMasterlist

ღRequest: Can you do the most dirty hard good sexy lovely spanking doggy position french kiss smut EVER please PLEASE with tom 🙂🪓

ღSummary: You’re been in a mood almost all week, Tom having to leave right on Valentine’s Day for filming. The day before he has to leave, you’re the meanest you’ve been, and Tom’s had about enough. 

ღA/n: ANON YOU DIRTY BEAN I LOVE YOU. This will be the first thing I’m posting since I came back, So I hope you guys enjoy, feel free to send in more requests. 

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 in a mood the entire week. More specifically at your boyfriend, who chose a job that somehow, someway got him taken away right on Valentine’s Day. 

Even worse, this would be your 5th Valentine’s Day together, which you saw as a mile stone. You knew you were being irrational and a bit selfish, but you were too blinded by your anger to realize it. 

For the time being, you were giving Tom hell, inside and outside your small flat. On Monday, you and Tom went out for coffee, but of course, being the little minx you are, you teased him right then and there, in public, and you managed to turn Tom into a needy, whiny child with only a few touches.  

But when the two of you got home, you did a full 180, becoming completely distanced and untouchable, evading every advance Tom tried to make on you. You just kept all your attention on Tessa for a majority of that day. 

At first, Tom was clueless, the sudden distancing confusing the hell out of him, but it only escalated from there. 

On Tuesday, you had some things to do for work, and there you sat on the couch, typing away on your computer before Tom, still flustered and needy from yesterday, came waltzing into the living area and plopped down right next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. 

Yet you sat there, still typing away, acting as if Tom wasn’t there at all. Tom adjusted himself a few times, seeing if his movements gained any attention or reaction from you. Still. Nothing. 

Now he resulted to sighing loudly, and due to where his head was, it was right in your ear. It was erotic or teasing, it was just straight up annoying and childish. 

You finally pried your eyes away from the screen and turned to look at him, “Do you want something?” was all the response he was going to get, and even then it was a grumble. 

“I wanna cuddle.” 

He sounded so much like a kid, and in any other circumstance, you would tend to his request. But no. You were mad at him. 

“I’m working, Tom.”

That’s when Tom knew something was definitely wrong. No usual ‘bubba’ or ‘bub’. Not even honey. Just his first name. Not even his full first name. Just Tom. 

You felt him recoil and slip away into the other room. 

Tom: 0, You: 2

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Wednesday rolled around, and Tom was talking to Harrison on the phone. Once again, you had been giving him the bare minimum all day, but when you kissed him, it was long, passionate and lingering. And Tom was, to say the least, baffled. 

“I dunno, man, she’s been like this all week.” 

You happened to be in earshot, and slipped behind a doorframe, listening in on what Tom had to say. 

“No, I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong. I’ve even been making an effort to put the toilet seat down, and somehow she keeps being so distant. I even tried hugging her from behind this morning and she just brushed me off.”

That one was true. You were making yourself lunch when Tom, who woke up late as usual, came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms lovingly around your waist, but staying true to your previous attitude, you brushed him off, using the stove as an excuse. But instead of reassuring him, like you normally would have, you turned and gave him a purple and red hickey on his sweet spot before turning back around and acting as if nothing had happened at all. 

“No, it’s not that time of the month, she already had it. I kinda know these things.”

That was also true. Because you and Tom had such a frequent and vibrant sex life, he made it a personal mission to know when your period came so he could work around it and comfort you. All things aside, he truly was a good boyfriend. 

“Ohhhhh,” he made a sound of realization and it made you perk up a little, wondering if he truly understood why you were so evasive. 

Wait, did he?

The sound of his footsteps clamoring down the hall made you frantically look around for something to look busy with. 

“Darling?” he called out. 

“In here!” you called out, trying to sound unbothered. 

“Ah, Darling,” he seemed giddy, as if he had just solved the worlds biggest mystery, “I know why your angry at me.”

“Oh?” you questioned, as you kept fiddling with whatever you were doing, acting as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. 

“You were upset about the paparazzi pictures. The ones with Ciara.” 

“What?!” you seethed, now not caring about acting like you didn’t care. 

“Th-The other day, when I went out to lunch, you knew about it...?” he was terrified by the look in your eyes. 

He was being honest. He did say he was going out with the female co-star, and you were okay with it. You trusted him. But what you didn’t think about were the tabloids. The gossip sights that would no doubt leak into Twitter, causing an un-needed uprising in Hollanders and shippers. 

Immediately you pushed passed him and went straight for your phone, looking up news sight after news sight. 

Ciara Bravo and Tom Holland: New Hollywood Couple???

Tom & Ciara, A Valentine’s Day Miracle

Did Y/N and Tom SPLIT? Ciara and Tom Spotted!

At this point you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Tom. Despite him and you understanding there was nothing going on, the outside world put pressure on the both of you, and you needed to breathe. 

Tom didn’t say a word when you got your coat and left with a ‘I’m going out. Don’t wait up.’

By time you got home, Tom slept on the couch, and you slept in the bed. 

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Tuesday was quiet, nothing happened. The two of you didn’t speak to each other, a day going by silently, but when you were going to bed, that’s when things got interesting. 

“It isn’t my fault.”

He stood in the bathroom as he spoke, and you were on the bed reading a book with Tessa at your side, sound asleep. 

You gave a small, unbothered sigh, “I know.”

Tom perked up, “What do you mean, ‘you know’?” he asked irritably. 

“I mean I know it isn’t your fault about the media. I don’t care, it’s fine.”

“Then why are you so mad at me?!” he was annoyed now, making you raise a brow. 

“You really don’t know?” you hissed, closing your book, not caring if you lost your page or not. 

“No, of course I don’t know!”

“You’re leaving me! On Valentines Day!” you snapped, standing up, Tessa’s ears going back. 

“Are you serious??? That’s it?” he questioned with wide eyes. 

You glared at him, giving him an expression that only meant one thing, slipping out of the room without a word. 

Needless to say, you slept on the couch that night .

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Friday. The day before Tom leaves. The day before Valentine’s day. 

And as always, you woke up before Tom, hearing Tessa scratch at the bedroom door from the inside. You walked down the hall, turning the bedroom door handle slowly and letting Tessa out the door, but not before catching a glimpse of your sleeping boyfriend in nothing but boxers, holding onto your pillow as he slept. 

Thats when the idea popped into your head. You were going to make a lovely Valentine’s day themed breakfast. For yourself.

If there was any way to get Tom back, it was with food, your food more specifically. 

You immediately got to work, prepping the veggies for the omelette, mixing the batter for waffles, and washing the strawberries, planning on using them for a garnish.

You worked for a good hour, almost everything done, the last thing being cutting the strawberries when you suddenly heard the bedroom door open. 

Tom walked out, his curly hair all a mess on top of his head, purposefully not wearing anything except for his Calvin’s, and you shamelessly checked him out, in hopes that would get him going. 

Before he got too close, you whipped back around and began slicing in the berries in front of you. Just like he did the many mornings ago, he let his arms wrap around you right before you felt him leave a small peck below your earlobe, and you had to bite back a smile. 

“Good morning, darling.”

Fuck. His morning voice. It was rough, deep, and gravely, making your stomach do summersaults and slick glisten between your legs. 

“Morning.” 

The sexual tension was palpable, so thick you could cut it with the knife in your hand. But you needed to stay strong. You were mad. You were still mad....

Right?

“Are those for me?” he questioned, motioning to the breakfast platter you had spread on the kitchen island, complete with a glass of OJ. 

You did a silent self-pat on the back. 

“Nope,” you smirked, before popping a strawberry in your mouth. 

His demeanor switched, “That’s it-”

You squeaked as he took the knife from your hands, throwing it into the sink before sweeping his hands across the counter, knocking the cutting board aside, roughly grabbing your hips and putting you on the counter. 

“I’ve just about had it with your attitude,” he growled, pulling his semi-hard-on out of his boxers before grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you into a messy, lustful kiss, his tongue diving in the instant that his lips touched yours, making you whimper out, trying you best to regain control of the situation but failing quickly. 

A sudden smack to your ass made you quit your pursuit of control, a whine finding it’s way out of your throat as you felt him smirk into the kiss. His tongue prodded around your mouth as you held onto him desperately. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, his member pressing right up against your clothed clit, daring him to do whatever he was going to do next. 

Suddenly, he picked you up off the counter, breaking the kiss and pushing you down to your knees, harshly, shoving his member against your cheek. 

“Suck. I’m not gonna ask nice again,” he grunted, and you knew that he would keep his word with this one. 

You hesitantly took him in your hands before stocking him slightly, sticking your tongue out and licking a strip from his base to his tip, before taking it in your mouth, using your tongue to tease the angry veins and ridges on the underside of his cock. 

“Oh - FUCK - you’re so fucking precious.” he hissed, his hand weaving in your hair before pulling you down on his cock, going so deep it touched the back of your throat, praying that your gag reflex was on your side. 

Suddenly he pulled you back, before pulling you all the way back onto him, tears welling up in your eyes as he repeated his movements, using your face and whispering obscenities into the air around you, harshly fucking your mouth. 

“My bratty girl, shit, you sound so much better choking on my cock,” he grunted, his pace suddenly faltering, cock twitching, signaling he was about to release. 

He looked down and his eyes widened as he caught sight of your hips moving slowly and gently. You were so cute like that, humping the air like a little bunny, Tom taking immense pride in the fact that he made you like this. 

Without another warning, you felt his cum fill the back of your throat, making you whine as you had no choice to swallow it all, knowing he wouldn’t take his cock out of your mouth until you did so. 

Tom watched tentatively for the bobbing of your throat. The one indication that you swallowed. You shivered slightly as you felt the salty substance make it’s way down your throat, and he finally, finally, pulled himself out, and you gasped for air. 

Tom admired your fucked out state, tears wetting your cheeks and your lips swollen, hair ruined from his grip. He could have you looking like that...

He used one hand to stroke and caress your cheek, the other smoothing out your hair the best he could before standing you back up, your eyes dazed as you looked at him with pleading eyes, your past angers forgotten as you were desperate for his touch. 

“Go to the bedroom, strip, lay down, ass up darling. Wait. You touch yourself and I’ll leave you there for the rest of the night, understand?” he hissed before you nodded, scampering off down the hall.

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 You waited on the bed as you were told, your back arched as you put your ass in the air, your head resting in your arms as you scowled slightly impatiently. It had been 5 minutes since Tom promised he’d be back, and yet there you were. 

You began to play with the sheets between you fingers as you sighed quietly to yourself. But your head propped up slightly when you heard the sound of the door swinging open, a now completely nude Tom stepping through, a small box in his hands. 

“I was going to wait until tomorrow, but now seems like a much more... fitting time,” his smile was devious as he opened the small box, pulling out a thick, bullet shaped piece of equipment. 

Right as he twisted the bottom, you heard it buzz softly, and the realization hit you like a ton a bricks: the realization that this was going to be a long night. He stalked around you like a predator trying to catch pray, and you felt the bed dip behind you, and you heard him let out a sigh of content as he looked at your completely wet pussy, courtesy of the events earlier in the kitchen. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty all wet like this for me... this is for me, right darling?” he kneaded your ass in his hands before you could answer, “Who am I kidding, of course it’s for me.”

You knew what was coming next, knowing how much Tom loved your ass, and jus as expected, you felt his tongue lick a long, rough lick from your clit to your rim, making you jolt forwards slightly. 

Soon enough you felt two of his fingers plunge inside of your pussy, making you moan sweetly into the open air of the bedroom. His movements made the coil inside you tighten and spark, your need for release becoming more and more apparent. 

But the sudden buzzing on your clit made you lose your mind, release coming sooner than expected, your cunt squeezing around Tom’s fingers like a vice as you moaned out, breathless as his pace never faltered, his speed, (if anything), increasing as your body shook. 

Even after your high was ridden out, he continued, making you gasp. 

“T-Tom, I can’t, I can’t I- AHHH!” your babbling was cut of by another sudden shock through your cunt, making you scream out in such quick pleasure. 

“Holy fuck, so wet-” Tom was in awe of your actions, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what just happened. 

You just squirted. 

Tom wasted no time getting down there and sucking your clit harshly, his movements driving you crazy as you tried to collect your thoughts and make a complete sentence. 

He was so high on you, so drunk on your taste as he continued to taste and tease every part of your most sensitive place. 

“P-Please Tom,” you begged, shifting. 

Please what? Please keep going? Please stop?

“Please fuck me,” 

It was a soft whimper, oh so soft, but he heard it, and it drove him crazy. He sat up and positioned his newly hardened, throbbing member up to your entrance. Without a second thought, he pushed in the tip with ease. 

You silently thanked god for the slick of your cunt as he drove in farther, and to your surprise, he waited. Waited until you were ready. He knew that no matter how many times he fucked you, you would always be tighter than hell. So he waited. He always did. 

But as soon as you nodded, his demeanor flipped again like a light switch, drawing himself out and slamming himself back in. Soon enough he set a rough and punishing pace, throwing you back onto him like a rag-doll as your body went limp, letting him use you. 

You jerked when you felt him land a slap on your ass, knowing he enjoyed the way it move after he did so, before kneading the flesh, planning on repeating his actions. 

You were whimpering and keening at his movements and pants, the feeling of him pounding into you taking you over, and the only thing you could think about was him. 

Him, him, him.

Not the fact that he had to leave the following morning, or the fact that the tabloids were a nuisance. Just that fact that you were completely fucked out and it wasn’t even noon yet. 

“Shit, darling, so. Fucking. Good,” he grunted, punctuating his final words with harsh, long, hard thrusts, accompanied with slaps to your already sensative ass. 

His pace was faltering, dick twitching, his pants getting more frequent and louder. You knew he was getting close, the sight of you so out of it only spurring it on. 

“C-Cum for me, Tommy,” you whimpered, making his thrusts almost come to a full halt, “Cum inside me, please,”

Tom knew you were on the pill, and it was always for other reasons, and he usually pulled out, more as a personal preference to you. But now that you wanted him to claim you, so intimately and so passionately, his movements went from 0 to 100, before he felt himself snap. 

This of course made you plummet backwards off the cliff of ecstasy, the both of you coming together as a symphony of moans and whines and growls filled the air around you, your body feeling as if it were floating as your ears rang. 

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You both fucked like rabbits till noon, the both of you feeling drunk off each other’s touch, just not getting enough. You were both starved all week after all. And it took it’s toll. 

By time you two were done, your body was weak, your muscles completely spent and you heartbeat doing it’s best to settle down. You felt Tom’s arms help pull you up, laying you on your back and disappearing into the bathroom. 

When he came back, it was with a warm, wet washcloth, and be began slowly wiping up his mess, whispering praise and words of admiration while doing so. You found your eyes closing as you basked in the attention and after-glow of orgasm. He was completely in love with you, he couldn’t stop if he tried. 

Tossing the rag off the the side, you felt the area beside you dip before you were greeted with Tom’s arms, once again, finding home around your body, and you immediately leaned into his touch, laying your head softly on his chest as he played with your hair. 

The both of you enjoyed the silence. His other hand drifted up and down your arm, making goosebumps erupt in its wake, the space to think being larger than life. 

Finally, you spoke. 

“I’m sorry.” you muttered, holding him just a little bit closer. But Tom being Tom, you knew he would milk it as much as he could. 

“For?”

You sighed, embarrassed that you had to admit it out loud, “For being a bitch all week. I was just angry. It wasn’t fair to you. Ergo, I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. But you’re buying me coffee on the way to the airport tomorrow morning,” he insisted. 

That’s when your senses finally took in the fact that it was still light outside. The clock on your bedside table read a shocking 12:23 pm, and you let a small smirk creep across your face at the Valentine’s Day sex you were truly going to be missing out on. 

Sure, it still made you sad that he was leaving. But knowing Tom, you knew he would do something special for you, no matter how far away you were. Besides, there was hours of Facetime sex to be had, and you couldn’t wait for that. 

“Do you want lunch?” you questioned quietly, your hand gently gliding up and down Tom’s abs, which always felt like you were touching marble stone. 

“Yeah. You’re buying though,” he contested, and you smirked. 

“Nope. I’m making. I was thinking tomato soup and grilled cheese,” 

You knew it was one of Tom’s favorites, one of the few things on this planet that Tom would die for, (besides you, of course).

“That would be lovely, darling.”

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“I’m gonna miss the fuck outta you,” you whined, standing at the gates, your doe eyes peering up at him as you held his hands. 

“I’ll be back before you know it, love, and you can text me and call me at the end of every day. I can even fly you out to visit if you want.”

Tom was doing his best to soften the blow of him leaving; it was hard on both of you, and it was supposed to be for 2 months. 8 weeks. 56 days. You hated it. 

“Love you,” you grumbled like a child, before hugging him with all your might, trying to remember this feeling to keep you company. 

“I love you most,” he challenged, making you pull back to rest your chin on his chest before leaning up and giving him a kiss, but it turned heated quickly. 

Before it could get any more hot and heavy (because the paparazzi are VULTURES), you pulled away. 

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more,” you replied. 

Suddenly the lady on the overhead speakers began to talk, “All first class passengers on flight 32-B to Atlanta, Georgia, is now boarding.”

“That’s me,” he sighed. 

Tears pricked your eyes unexpectantly, and before Tom could see them, you gave him one last, rib crushing hug. 

He pulled back with a smile, waving a wordless goodbye, walking away, but not without giving you one last look, mouthing the words:

‘Happy Valentine’s Day’

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"The Game"

Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.

Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...

"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.

Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."

Cherry Pie - Warrant

He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him. 

You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.

Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.

It was driving him completely insane.

Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...

One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life. 

And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…

Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.

His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.

You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.

"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though" 

Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,

"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me"

"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs

You rolled your eyes,

"Be gentle with me, this is my first time" 

The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing... 

You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs. 

It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…

"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment. 

He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.

The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.

Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey. 

"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…

"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"

"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else" 

He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine. 

"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"

"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.

"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine" 

You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin. 

He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.

"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste" 

You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive. 

How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating. 

But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun. 

He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.

"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl" 

With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.

"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?" 

You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in. 

"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"

He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,

"Yes!"

"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…" 

"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast. 

"These pretty tits are mine…"

It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.

"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...

He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked. 

"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"

You sobbed around his fingers.

"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.

"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge. 

"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway. 

"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…" 

You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it. 

"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"

His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.

"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK" 

You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,

"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.

"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.

"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"

The end.

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Oh (e.b.)

Summary: buck runs into his ex fling, taylor kelly, leaving you to feel like nothing but a second choice

AN: inspired by the winter finale of 911

You were a catch. You were smart, had a good job, beautiful. Guys were lining up to date you and yet the man you wanted to be with didn’t want you.

It seemed to everyone around you that the two of you were meant to be but to Buck, it wasn’t that obvious. He didn’t see how you looked at him, didn’t hear how you talked about him. Clearly, he didn’t know how you felt about him.

So, you stuck it out. You put your feelings on the back burner and just decided to be his friend. If he wanted to be with you, he would.

But you couldn’t ignore the feeling in your chest when he told you he was having dinner with Taylor Kelly.

“We got to talking at that call and then Albert said him and Veronica were having dinner and I just, called and asked if she wanted to come.” Buck explained. “And she said yes?” You asked.

“Yeah, she seemed on board. Maybe this is the universe telling me something.” He said. “The universe? You’ve never believed in that stuff.” You told him. “But this is Buck 3.0. I’m all for a change.” Buck answered. “When is this dinner again?” You asked. “Wednesday at 6.” He said. 

“Oh.” You muttered quietly. Wednesday was your birthday. And it seemed that Buck was caught up in bettering himself and finding someone that he had completely forgotten about you. But you had enough trying to remind him and get him to see that you were right there the whole time. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked at the mug in your hands. “You okay?” He asked. “Uh, yeah. I think I’m gonna head home. I have a long shift tomorrow.” You said, rising from your seat.

“You just got here.” Buck pointed out. “Buck, I just, I gotta go.” You said in a more stern manner. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and watched you leave his apartment.

You let out a large sigh as you got in your car before the tears came.

How were you so unlucky that the guy you were head over heels for, wanted someone else? He wanted someone else so much, he forgot about her birthday. When you were right there through everything? You were there through Abby leaving, Ally breaking up with him, the lawsuit against the department, his parents, everything. And yet you were left on the back burner. 

You always put his feelings above your own, not because you felt like you should. But because you cared about him and if he was happy, you were happy. Though, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that he sometimes didn’t give you that same courtesy. 

Your day was like the day from hell. Everything that could go wrong in your line of work, went completely wrong. To make matters worse, you had lost one of your favorite patients. She had stage 3 leukemia but she never let that change her personality. 

She made going to the hospital after shifts worth while because at least you got to spend time with her. But the cancer was too aggressive for the chemo and she died in her sleep that night. You tried not to let losses get to you but she had been your patient since you started volunteering at the hospital. You were really hoping you’d see her remission but the universe had other plans. 

All you wanted to do was lay on the couch with Buck and just cry. You got in your car and dialed his number, getting a few rings before he picked up. “Hey, you!” He greeted you. “Hey, do you maybe want to come over later? I’ve had the worst day. I lost a patient and-” You started before he cut you off. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I can’t. I have a date tonight, trying to put myself back out there.” He said. “I can come over after.” He added. “No, forget it. It’s fine.” You said. “You sound upset.” Buck said. “I’m fine, Buck. Enjoy your date.” You replied before hanging up the phone. 

Since that evening, you had been avoiding Buck like the plague. On shifts, you wouldn’t talk to him. Sticking to Chimney and Hen like glue to avoid any conversation with Buck. 

You went so far to ask to ride in the ambulance to calls, rather than in the fire engine like usual. It wasn’t odd for you to be in the ambulance because you were an EMT but you usually rode with the rest of the team.

“Does anyone know why Y/N won’t ride with us anymore?” Buck asked his crew. “Are you that dumb?” Hen asked. “Hen,” Bobby started. “It’s because of you, dude.” Eddie answered. “Me? What did I do?” Buck questioned. “Well, you blow her off all the time, completely ignore her feelings and ditch her for dates and you’re so oblivious you can’t see that she’s totally in love with you.” Eddie explained. “When you were hurt in the hospital, she didn’t come to work for days because she didn’t want you the throw a clot. She had to work triple shifts just to make enough to pay her rent because of all the days she missed sitting with you. Did you ever thank her for that?” Bobby added. “Well, no, but-” He started. 

“And when she lost her favorite patient, Emily, did you ask her if she was okay?” Bobby asked. “I-I couldn’t I had a date. And she didn’t say it was Emily.” Buck said, trying to defend yourself. “If you don’t reciprocate her feelings, that’s fine. But she’s your best friend. And as her best friend, you are supposed to be there when she needs you. She shouldn’t have to explain herself.” Bobby concluded. “You also forgot her birthday.” Chimney added as they all got out of the engine. 

The rest of his shift, Buck tried getting you to talk to him. But it was always, ‘I’m busy, Buck’ or ‘Can’t talk, we’re working.’ He’d given up when he tried to stop you after a call and you had given him a look he had never seen before. 

The guilt was eating him alive. He was a terrible friend to you and he thought being with you was a pipe dream. Until Hen and Eddie told him you loved him. But regardless of your feelings for him, you had done so much for him and he didn’t realize it until you were gone. 

That night, Buck went over to Taylor’s to gain more perspective on what he could do to fix what he royally screwed up. 

“I don’t know what to do. She hasn’t talked to me in weeks. We’ve never gone this long without talking.” Buck explained to Taylor.

“Well, you did forget her birthday. And not give it a second thought that she was hurting over the loss of a patient.” She said. “That’s not helping.” He replied. “You asked for my help and I’m being honest. You really hurt her. She almost got evicted because she was so worried about you. The first person she wanted to be with after her friend died was you and you went on a date instead.” Taylor said. “I know. I tried to talk to her but she won’t answer any of my calls or texts. She won’t even look at me anymore.” Buck said. 

“You are so stupid sometimes.” Taylor laughed. “What?” Buck asked. “She has feelings for you. Why else would she get so upset? If she only saw you as a friend, you would be getting screamed at not avoided.” She explained.

“Everyone keeps saying that but there’s no way Y/N has feelings for me. She’s...perfect. Perfect doesn’t fall for damaged goods.” Buck rebutted. “Trust me, she loves you.” Taylor told him. “And do you love her?” She asked. “Of course I do. But being with her seemed like it was too good to happen so I tried to move on. I guess I tried so hard I ended up hurting her anyways.” Buck answered. 

“Then tell her. And do a whole lot of graveling while you’re at it.” Taylor said. 

Buck quickly left the apartment and got into his car driving like a bat out of hell. When he arrived at your apartment, he didn't even bother to park in the parking stall correctly, his main focus was just getting to you.

When he finally reached your door, he knocked on it rather harshly and heard the sound of your urgent footsteps coming to find out who it was.

"Buck? What are you doing here?" You asked. Buck couldn't even find the words to answer because he was more focused on what you were wearing.

You had on a formed fitting red dress, your hair was curled and flowing over your shoulders and you looked beautiful.

"Wh-Why are you dressed like that?" He stammered. "I have a date." You answered. "You have a date? With who?" Buck asked. "Emily's brother. We became close when Emily had chemo and after she died we kept in tough. Why are you here?" You questioned.

"Don't go on the date. Please, for the love of god, don't go on that date. Because I love you, Y/N. I was too stupid to see it until you weren't around anymore. And I was terrible to you. I was supposed to be your best friend and I was so worried about my own life I dnd't even ask you how you were doing and oh my god I missed your birthday." Buck rambled.

"Slow down, Buckley, and talk to me at a normal rate, please." You said.

Buck took a deep breath and looked at you intently. "I'm in love with you. I-I always have but being with you always seemed like a pipe dream because you're perfect. You have always been perfect and you know that I'm not." Buck explained.

"Exactly. I've seen you at your worst and I still love you but even as your best friend you never gave me the time of day. Missing my birthday to go to dinner with Taylor Kelly. Brushing me off after Emily died because you had a date." You laughed bitterly. "I have stood by you no matter what. But god forbid I need you once in a while." You added.

"And I am so sorry, Y/N. You have every right to be upset with me, I'm upset with me. I'm pissed off at myself because I didn't realize what I had until it was too late." Buck replied. "Evan, do you understand the situation you just put me in? I get to go on a date with a great guy, one who actually pays attention and then the man I've been in love with for years, shows up at my doorstep to tell me he loves me back." You started.

Buck's facial expression fell, fearing the worst and anticipating you telling him that you'd moved on and he was too late.

"And I have to call that guy and tell him that I can't make it. Because the person I actually want to be with is right here." You finished.

The light in Buck's eyes returned at your words, looking at you with a gentle smile.

"Really?" He asked. "Yes, really and please don't make me regret it. You've screwed up a lot lately, let's not add us to the list." You said. "So there's an us now?" Buck questioned. "I-If that's okay with you." You stuttered. "It's absolutely okay with me." Buck said with a smile.

"I guess I got all dressed up for nothing." You sighed, letting Buck inside your apartment.

Buck was quiet for a moment as he watched you take your heels off and your earrings, placing them on the table by the door. "Then let's not make it for nothing. Let me take you out on our first official date." He said.

"Besides, I need to see you in that dress more often." He added a smirk on his face. "Alright then, Buckley. Take me on a date. You have a lot to make up for." You smiled, offering him your hand.

Buck took your hand in his, happily, and held you steady as you put your shoes back on. “Trust me, Y/N, it’ll be the best date you’ve ever been on.” He said. 

In the moment, you laughed at his words but after the date had concluded and all was said and done, it had indeed been the best date you have ever been on. 

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Graveyard Companions

Chapter 2: i'm coming back from the dead, and i'll take you home with me

Link to ao3: x

Warnings: Blood, Minor Injury, Cursing

Fandoms: The Addams Family

Relationships: Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams, Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams/Reader, Gomez Addams/Reader, Morticia Addams/Reader

Tags: Vampire, Vampire Turning, Human/Vampire Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Married Couple, Blood, Polyamory, Eventual Romance, Eventual Relationship, Pre Relationship, Cursing

Summery: “I’m a vampire… a goddamn vampire,” you whisper.You wake up in the living room of a gothic house, and are told you were found unconscious in a graveyard. They claim you are a vampire. As crazy as it is, you can't help but start to trust the couple who found you.

Chapter notes: hi i'm back! i started thinking about the addams family, and well my interest in vampires didn't rlly diminish much... this chapter's pretty long, so i hope you enjoy! i apologize if my french or spanish is bad, i don't speak french, and i only speak a bit of spanish! i actually have like a whole plot n stuff planned, so i'm pretty hyped for this fic! hope u like it! :) (the title is from it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking death wish by my chemical romance)

You wake up to a loud bang, bolting straight up out of bed. “What the hell?”

You rub your eyes before slipping out of bed. The night before feels very far away, almost unreal, but being in this room confirms your memories. You’re staying in the Addams’ house and are… a vampire. You take a slow breath before grabbing new clothing. You find a pair of black pants to match a dark sweater. While near the dresser, you look out of the room’s window. It’s dark outside, the sky a navy blue sprinkled with stars. The graveyard behind the house is illuminated by the moon shining over it.

You leave your room, deciding to try and find the living room once again. You wander through the halls before finding it. Inside you find Wednesday, the small girl, playing with a younger blond boy. She’s talking to him while holding a headless doll in her arms. You walk farther into the room, stepping on a squeaky board, alerting the children of your presence.

They both turn their heads to stare at you. You nervously chuckle.

Wednesday points at you, “That’s (y/n),” she tells the boy, “I heard father say they’re a vampire.”

“Wow really?” the boy exclaims, “Is it true? Do you drink blood?”

“Um,” you stammer, “Well, I am a vampire, but I haven’t been one very long so- no I haven’t drank any blood. Uh… what’s your name again?”

“I’m Pugsley,” he reaches over and offers his hand.

You shake it, “Well, nice to meet you Pugsley. What are you guys up to?”

“We’re playing the French Revolution,” Wednesday answers flatly.

You chuckle, “Huh. I mean I guess it was an exciting time. Who’s your doll there?” you point to the headless doll in her hands. To be honest, the beheaded doll was very unnerving, but the children themselves seemed nice enough, so you push your nerves to the side.

“Marie Antoinette” she says matter of factly.

“Oh,” you pause, “Explains the lack of head I guess.”

You stand there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of how to exit the conversation. “Do either of you know where your parents are?” you ask.

“I saw them in the dining room earlier. Uncle Fester was there, but I think he went upstairs to play with his dynomite caps,” Pugsley replies. Uncle Fester? Dynomite caps? There’s too much to unpack there, so instead you decide to find Gomez and Morticia.

“Okay, thanks.”

You head out the door, realizing you have no idea where the dining room is. You go to turn back, but the children are playing animatedly and you don’t want to interrupt, so instead you look for it yourself.

You find the dining room, and sure enough, Gomez and Mortica are seated next to each other at a long table. You walk over and take a seat near them.

“(Y/n)! How’d you sleep?” Gomez greets you.

“Like the dead,” you say flatly. A second later what you’ve said hits you and you blink slowly, “I mean, I slept well, thanks.”

“You did seem rather tired last night,” Morticia remarks, “I’m glad you got some rest.”

“Wait, did I sleep through an entire day?” you ask.

“Yes, though we did tell Lurch not to disturb you,” she answers, “We thought you needed the sleep. How are you feeling?”

“I feel…” you take a moment to survey yourself, “I feel okay. I think if anything I feel a little hungry.”

“We can get that squared away! Mama makes the best yak stew.” Gomez springs from his chair and over to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Remembering last night, you brace for a loud noise. Sure enough, once he pulls it, the house shakes as the ringing travels through the house.

“You rang,” Lurch grumbles.

“Yes Lurch, a bowl of yak stew for our guest!” Lurch groans and exits.

“Thank you,” you tell them, “You’ve both been very hospitable, I’m thankful you were the ones that found me.” You feel sincerity in that statement, you were not only grateful for their help, but another part of you has some feeling when you’re near them. You’re not sure what the feeling is, though you can confidently say you didn’t mind the couple, or hell, the weird household in general. Even if it is kooky, you can’t say you’re not charmed by their life.

Lurch comes back with a silver platter that he sets on the table. On it is a bowl of stew that he places in front of you.

“Thanks,” you say, before grabbing the spoon and looking back at the meal. Lurch takes his leave. You’re unsure about eating yak, but you are also hungry and the stew looks fairly appetizing. You take a scoop and put it in your mouth, surprised not only by the flavor of the soup, but also the feeling of chewing. It’s like you can feel your canines rip through the meat faster than before. In the time where you’ve been thinking, it’s completely slipped your mind that you probably have fangs now. That you’ve changed.

“This is- this is actually really good,” you remark.

“I told you, Mama is a culinary genius! Nothing beats her yak stew!” Gomez gleams.

You smile at Gomez. Something about him just makes you want to smile in a soft admission of admiration.

You turn your attention back to the stew, eating it quickly until there is nothing left.

“I’m glad you enjoyed Mama’s cooking,” Morticia smiles, “I’ll have to tell her you enjoyed it. It’s not very often she gets to feed guests.”

“It is very odd, usually most people never come back after eating her food… I can’t imagine why…” Gomez says with a puzzled expression on his face. You chuckle. You notice that you find yourself enjoying the Addams’ company immensely. A part of you feels sad that you will eventually have to leave.

“Ah, c'est la vie (that’s life) ,” Morticia remarks.

“Tish!” Gomez’s head swivels quickly to face her, “That’s French!” he exclaims, grabbing her arm. He begins to kiss it, from her hand to her shoulder, though is interrupted by Morticia, “Darling. We have company. Later,” she says with a sly grin. Gomez raises his head to meet her eyes, a dazed look on his face. “Later.” he remarks, before finding himself back in his seat, “So, Hester, any plans for the night?” he asks casually.

“Um…” you stutter, flustered by the show of passion from the man sitting across from you, “I- I don’t really know… I mean, I’m a vampire now so- does that mean I have to act like one too? I’ve never been in a situation like this, I don’t really know what to do,” you admit, staring at your hands. You look up towards Morticia, “Didn’t you mention you’ve known vampires before? Could you maybe help me?”

“Of course, darling.” Morticia says, “Why don’t we talk in the living room? If you’re alright with it, the children would enjoy listening, they are curious creatures.”

“Yeah, that’s alright. They asked me a question or two when I ran into them earlier. I don’t blame them for being curious,”

“Pugsley’s been very interested in nonhuman creatures lately, ever since that run in with that werewolf he’s been wanting to know more. Wednesday’s been teaching him some things, she’s always had a firm grasp on certain folklore!” Gomez said proudly.

The three of you walked to the living room and sat down, them on the couch, and you in a chair facing them. The children were still in the room, sitting on the floor. You fidget with your hands nervously. “So, do I have superpowers or anything now?” you half-heartedly joke.

“Vampires have very fast healing capabilities,” Wednesday states, “They are very difficult to kill, they must be stabbed with a stake to the heart or decapitated.”

“Very good Wednesday,” Morticia smiles.

“Huh,” you respond, “Alright, that’s not too bad.”

“There are certain weaknesses that should be mentioned, such as sunlight, garlic, crucifixes and running water.” Morticia adds.

“Wait I can’t eat garlic anymore?” you ask, “That kinda sucks, huh.”

“Well technically you can eat anything if you try hard enough,” Gomez says offhandedly.

Morticia cocks an eyebrow at him and sighs, “It’s not so much deadly, it’s more like a food allergy.”

“So I can still eat things with garlic in it?” you double check.

“As long as you aren’t a coward!” Gomez says enthusiastically.

You let out a laugh at Gomez. Wednesday is rolling her eyes, though Morticia just keeps looking at him lovingly. For a moment you forget about the obvious question hanging in the air.

“So…” you start, “I have to drink blood now?” you ask nervously.

“Yes, all vampires must ingest blood to keep themselves alive,” Morticia says, “You’ve got to be hungry by now I imagine,”

“Yeah… but I just ate.” you reply.

“You can still eat food, it just will never fill you. In order not to starve you have to drink blood.” she explains.

You look down at your shaking hands. Everything before now had felt unreal, but this? The seriousness in her voice is making everything too real for you. How could you possibly do that to someone?

“I- I don’t know if I can do that…” you voice shakes, “I mean- how… how could I?”

“Children,” Morticia addresses them, “Why don’t you go play with Uncle Fester while we talk with Hester.”

“Awwww, do we have to?” Pugsley complains.

“A vampire’s eating habits are quite personal Pugsley. I’m afraid so.”

“Alright,” he sighs and follows Wednesday out of the room.

“If you need help procuring someone, you just have to ask. Gomez and I would of course be willing to provide.”

“Provide…?”

“Bodies of course.” Gomez affirms.

“Human bodies,” you repeat, your mind reeling. You had noticed the family was quite odd, even creepy at times, but what they were offering? It sounded too close to murder. You suddenly become very aware of where you are: in a strange house with strangers. Your hands become clammy.

“Is everything alright darling?” you hear Morticia ask. Your throat swells up. You try to force words out, but nothing will leave you lips, leaving you in what is now panic. Finally something spills out, “You can’t kill people for me! You- you can’t!” you sputter out.

“Kill people?” Gomez repeats, “Why we’d bring them alive of course.”

You let out a breath, “Okay, alive. I mean- I just still don’t think I can…”

“Well I suppose there is another option,” Gomez adds.

“What? What is it?” you ask, hopeful.

“Animal blood! It doesn’t work as well, but it’ll do in a pinch.” he explains.

You perk up, “I can do that. That works.” you feel relief.

“Should we make some arrangements? The children could fetch some for tonight.” Morticia asks.

“You have been so kind, really. I would appreciate it, at least for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll work on leaving, I’ve been here long enough.”

“It’s been our pleasure,” Gomez responds, lighting a cigar, “It’s been so long since we’ve had guests.

“Well you certainly are great hosts,” you smile. Despite your situation, you’ve found yourself fairly comfortable here.

“Thank you,” Morticia says, “Now, we ought to ring for Lurch to get some blood. I’m sure the children would love to accompany him.” As she reaches for the bell, you ready yourself for the loud ring. Lurch walks in, “You rang?”

“Yes Lurch, could you gather the children and find some animal blood for our guest here?”

“Yes, Mrs. Addams,” he drawls. He leaves the room in search of the children. A quiet silence falls over the room. Deciding to strike up conversation, you pipe up a question, “So, when did you two meet?”

“Oh, on the best day of my life,” Gomez grins proudly,

“We met at a funeral,” Mortica explains, “It was a lovely day. Grey clouds filled the sky, thunder rolling in the distance.”

“Oh cara mia, I remember it like it was yesterday, our eyes meeting over the coffin,” Gomez starts, “I swear the whole funeral party had to be half as enchanted with you as I had been.” You notice the two of them becoming more enveloped in their memories of each other. You can’t help but smile at how truly in love they are, even if that love meant that you would sit there awkwardly wondering if they were going to just make out in front of you.

“Oh mon cher, you are as charming as you were back then.”

Gomez’s eyes dart up, “Tish! That’s French!” He grabs her arm and starts kissing it.

“Gomez darling,” she warns, “Later.”

He looks up dazed, “Oh yes, our guest. Where were we?” he asks.

“I think you’ve answered my question,” you smile awkwardly.

“Do you have anyone special back home?” Morticia asks politely.

“Well…” you begin to explain“There is this one guy, my roomate, I guess… but I don’t think he likes me like that.” you explain.

“Tiene que estar loco si no le gusta, eres muy guapo. (He must be crazy if he doesn’t like you, you are very handsome.) ” Gomez comments under his breath. You feel your face heat up. He must not know you speak Spanish, judging by how offhandedly he said it. You look over to Morticia who nods ever so slightly, making you even more flustered.

“Uh… gracias, pero… sabes que hablo Español, sí? (Uh… thank you, but… you know I can speak Spanish, yes?) ” you ask. Gomez’s hand, which was placed on Morticia’s knee, now grips it somewhat tightly. Morticia looks over to him in curiosity. His face seems flushed.

“¿Comprendes lo que yo digo? (You understand what I’m saying?) ” he asks tentatively.

“Sí, aprendí a hablar en Español en la escuela. (Yes, I learned to speak in Spanish in school.) ”

“Oh,” a breath leaves his mouth. His eyes keep darting back and forth like he doesn’t know what to do. You can tell his weight has registered onto the balls of his chair like he is about to leap off his seat, but something is keeping him grounded. You look back at Morticia, who seems about as intrigued as you. A heavy silence fell over the room as everyone sat on edge.

Breaking the awkward scene, Lurch walks in with heavy footsteps holding a platter, “Your blood.”

He sets the platter down on the table, removing the lid. On the platter is a wine glass with a dark red liquid in it. As soon as you see the glass you can smell it, the blood. Rather than smelling rancid, the metallic scent smelled like everything you could ever want. You quickly grab the glass with both hands and hold it up to your lips, gulping down the liquid. The taste of it floods your mouth, though some of it dribbles down to your chin as you frantically consume it. You drink the last drop and set down the glass, looking up.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath. You wipe off your chin with the back of your sleeve. “Sorry, I- I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s quite alright,” Morticia affirms, “You’ve just been turned, I’m surprised you’ve gone this long without blood… well I guess there was last night.” You wince at the mention of that encounter. Trying to change the subject, you ask, “What happens if I can’t get blood?”

“Well, either you go to any length to get it out of pure hunger, or if you don’t, you die,” Morticia explains, “So it’s best you feed regularly.”

“So is that why I…” you try to think of a way to phrase it, “Why I don’t feel much restraint when I see blood?”

“Yes, though you’ll get more constraint as it goes on.”

“Oh, okay. By the way, I’m not keeping you up, am I? It has to be pretty late. I mean, I guess I’m already a night owl, so this isn’t too unusual for me, but you two probably should sleep, right?” you ask.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to get some sleep. Perhaps tomorrow if you plan on leaving, we can help you get back?” she asks.

“Yeah, that’d be great. And of course, go get some sleep. I’ll just hang out for a bit.” you say, putting on a small smile.

“Alright, good night then,” Mortica says.

“Goodnight Hester.” Gomez says.

“Goodnight.”

You stay in the living room much longer after they leave, lost in your thoughts. The weight of your new life- or death has started to sink in. Your mind drifts to drinking the blood earlier. The feeling of it had been great, though immediately after your chest felt heavy. You don’t suppose it has anything to do with your newfound changes. No, instead you recognize the feeling as the weight of your guilt.

You can’t help but wonder what kind of creature feeds off the life force of others. You try to reason with yourself by saying it’s like eating animals, yet you can’t accept the notion. This had felt different. Looking back to having Morticia’s blood makes your face flush, but you can’t also help but notice the difference from tonight. While the animal blood was good, and mostly filling, Morticia’s blood, human blood, brought a type of euphoria.

You didn’t need Morticia to spell it out for you. Using animal blood works as a substitute, but you know deep down you are now meant to feed on humans. The realization hits you as you think that. You are no longer human. On this thought your heart aches. What does this make you. Confused? Scared? Yes, those both applied. You feel lost.

You feel anxious thinking about going home tomorrow. Going home means it’s real. It means you have to face your roommate who you’re in love with and somehow not let him know you’re a vampire. You let out a huff. God, how are you supposed to do this? You take a small amount of solace knowing you have the Addam’s help. You’re glad they’ll help you get back home, you don’t think you could do it alone. You know even if you never speak to them again, their impact will be left on you forever.

You get up off the couch, deciding to go to sleep. You trudge to your room and plop onto the bed with a sigh. Eventually you drift off to sleep.

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[cjsinkythoughts]

FATWS One Shot #5 - Reminiscing

Word Count: 1195

Warnings: Mention of The Fall, Cursing, Teasing, Fluff, Not Much Else

Setting/Characters: Takes place before they moved to D.C., so before Stars, Stripes, and Bubbles and CA:TWS; In New York City; Reader, Steve Rogers

A/N: I didn’t post any writing today so I whipped this up because I wanted to at least put a dent in the One Shot list. I know it’s a bit out of order, but I got this request and I wanted to make it separate from the movie scenes because I felt like Steve would’ve told her this before. They also hadn’t visited the museum yet, obviously, or else she’d know about him already. It’s just a cute little thing about the good ole days. It’s a bit shorter, but there wasn’t much more to add and I like it the way it is.

I’ll try posting more this week; I’m babysitting my little cousin tomorrow and Tuesday, but I’m off work Wednesday, so I’ll be able to write more then. The next One Shot is already being worked on; it’s back in order so it’s gonna take place during TWS. I have to update the One Shot list to accommodate the ideas brainstormed between myself, a couple friends, and you lovely readers.

This isn’t beta’d, as usual, so please excuse any mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and others! Enjoy this one, thank you for reading, and stay tuned!

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You let out a wolf whistle, leaning on the back of Steve’s chair. “Who is that? He’s pretty cute. You know, for someone from a hundred years ago.”

Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes at you with a smile on his lips. It fell when he looked back down at the black and white picture that was fraying at the ends and had a tint to it from the time it’s spent on the earth. The young man you were pointing at, probably mid-20s if you had to guess, was grinning at the camera, looking sharp in an Army uniform, hat tilted on his head.

“That’s…Bucky.”

“Bucky?” You snickered, but then you caught sight of the far off look in Steve’s eye and found yourself frowning. “Who was he?”

“He was…” Steve sighed, leaning back into the chair, his head falling back onto your forearm. “He was my best friend.”

You set your chin on his shoulder, looking at another picture, yellowing with time. He was in that one too, over to the side with a cigarette in his mouth, his arm around two other soldiers, dark hair slicked back. You had heard about the Howling Commandos, who you were guessing were the other guys in the photo. Everyone learned about them in history class in grade school. Captain America and his Commandos fighting against HYDRA, beating the Nazis and saving the day. “Did you meet in Italy?”

“No.” Steve shook his head, carefully setting down the beat up picture. “We…we met when we were kids. We grew up together. In Brooklyn.”

Humming, you studied him, noting the tightened jaw and the crease in his brow, you looked down and tilted your head, spotting another picture of the two of them smiling. Tracing it gently, you tenderly inquired, “he meant a lot to you?”

“He was my brother. He was always there for me. At my lowest, he held me up. I never was truly alone. I always had him.”

You could hear the grief in his voice as he spoke in adoration about the man, frozen in time with a smile on his face in a frame to protect him from fading. “What happened?” You asked softly, running your fingers through Steve’s gold locks that were falling in his eyes.

Steve gave a heavy sigh, closing his eyes. “A mission went sideways. To catch Zola?” He looked up at you to see if you had read about that particular operation of theirs in a file somewhere. You nodded, remembering vaguely the mission he was talking about.

“A train in the Alps, right? I thought you caught him, though.”

The man nodded, sad eyes avoiding your gaze. “We did. But…we were ambushed. Bucky…Bucky and I were separated. I tried to get to him…I couldn’t-” He stopped talking, closing his eyes to compose himself. “He fell and I couldn’t reach him in time.”

“Steve…” you shook your head, scratching that spot at the nape of his neck you knew helped him relax. “It wasn’t your fault, bubs.” He opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it and nodded. “May I?”

He nodded again when you gestured to the box he had on the desk in front of him, letting you look through the other pictures he had. “Tell me about him.”

The blonde gave a little chuckle, smiling fondly at the memories spinning around in his brain. “He was a jerk. He always tried to keep my outta trouble. We met after some kids tried stealing my lunch money. I-I kinda tried fighting them. He beat ‘em up for me.”

“You never did like bullies.”

He grinned at you. “No…no I didn’t. There was this one time…”

You leaned your cheek against his shoulder and watched his face light up as he told you stories about him and Bucky being boys. Playing in the mud, racing through Central Park, going to Coney Island, eating ice cream, sitting on the fire escape. 

“He used to read to me. A lot. When I got sick and stuff. He liked reading. He told me it was his way of taking me somewhere without getting outta bed. I used to draw him scenes from his favorite books while listening. It gave me something to do with my hands. That’s why I picked it up. I could do it from bed.”

“Did he draw too?”

“Hell no! Pal could barely draw a stick figure! I made him take this art class with me and all he did was mope about it because it was the only class he had trouble in. But it was our agreement; he could take me to the gym he went to if he came with me to class.”

You giggled at the image of scrawny little Steve in a gym. “You went to a gym?”

He gave you a bemused look. “You’re not funny. Yes I went to a gym. I didn’t do much. Bucky trained a lot though. He was the YMCA welterweight champion three years in a row.”

“No kidding.” You picked up a picture of Bucky sitting on a couple steps, a t-shirt tucked into pants being held up by suspenders. “Look at those arms.”

“Shuddup!” Steve laughed, pushing you playfully. 

You sniggered. “I’m just saying. I bet he got all the ladies.”

“Are you kidding? Dames lined up at the door to dance with him. You would’ve too,” he poked your side. “If you lived back then.”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “He’s cute, but I’d much rather watch you draw.”

Steve snorted. “Trust me. You’d be singing a different tune if you met him. You would’ve liked him. He would’ve liked you.” He went quiet, his expression morphing into one of contemplation.

“Well anyone willing to stand up and hang out with that stubborn kid from Brooklyn has my vote.” You joked, ruffling his locks.

Steve didn’t say anything. He just looked at you for a minute, before turning back to the pictures and starting to clear them away. “I’m gonna put these away and we can go for that run, alright?”

You nodded, getting off of him and stretching. “Alright. But you can’t lap me again!” He chortled at that, smirking not so innocently. “I’m so serious, Rogers! That was mean! I feel so out of shape when you do that!”

“Alright, alright. I won’t honey. I promise.” He grabbed your hand and placed a kiss to your knuckles. “And you’re beautiful no matter what, okay?”

“Sure, bubba.”

“I mean it!”

You smiled at his insistence, his eyebrow knit together in seriousness. “Okay. Meet me outside when you’re done.”

“Yes ma’am!” He nodded, spinning back to his keepsakes and adding as an afterthought, “wanna go see a moving picture?”

You gave him an amused look, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, Stevie. I’d love to go see a movie with you.”

He blushed, the tips of his ears turning bright red. “Movies. Right.”

“Don’t worry about it, Steve. It’s endearing.” You winked at him as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Now hurry up. I wanna get out there before it gets too hot.”

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World Building Wednesday! ~Felldritch

🌼I got a request to do a WBW for Felldritch and since there have been updates to the overall world and lore I wanted to make sure this was all in a nice little package! If you have questions and want to learn more let me know the ask box is always open!  So let's get started! Oh and here is a link to the fic! FELLDRITCH

Felldritch

Classification: HorrorFELL

Cult  Alternate “Nicknames”:

Red: Saw Boss: Corvus

Gaster: Sephtis

Asriel: Saber Toriel: Ameria

Asgore: Kirnon

Undyne: Ryx Alphys: Vesh Muffet: Carmilla Grillby: Noire MTT: Faust

Doggo: Croix

Riverperson: Bastet (Tet)

Main Plot Synop: Felldritch takes place after a pacifist run by Frisk. The story briefly goes as follows. Frisk ends up in the Underworld (Underground) and befriends the monsters and wants to set them free. It is basically a way watered down version of WTU in essence. Once reaching the end of her journey the monsters refuse to let her be that final soul. They would rather wait and figure out something else but with her Determination she promises to return to them and set them free. At this point in time she is around 18-19. Asriel sacrifices himself to that end to see her leave through the barrier only for the humans to capture the poor girl after she leaves. They conclude that she is not mentally stable due to her insistence that monsters are real and throw her into an asylum/sanitarium to be “treated”. Nearly 5+ years later and she manages to escape finding herself once again in the Underworld only it is far different from what she remembers. At this point, she is questioning whether anything is real or not. After being “treated” for so long she doesn’t quite know which reality is the true one. As Red (aka Saw) points out:

The Brothers: 

Red: The younger brother of the two. His attachment to Frisk stems into more of a relationship though he blames himself for loosing her all those years ago. This psychological state causes him to throw himself into the problem that is befalling their world. At first nothing seems to combat this intrusive forest and horrifying beasts but he learns to utilize his magic in a different way. Prior to this he is what one would think of a a Red type but after meeting Frisk he promises to not only change his heart but also the hearts of others. Instead of destructive magical ability he follows in his brothers footsteps and takes up healing practice. 

In the world he is known as the merchant, the one that tends to give out healing items in exchange for coin but the bulk of his business relies on talismans or charms to ward off the evil plaguing their home. As far as they all know these magically infused charms are powerful and have incredible protective capabilities. He runs a wagon that travels around the entire Underworld.

In the current timeline he more sympathetic and empathetic. The concept of Kill or be Killed is no longer a factor. This is mainly about survival and for the most part the other monsters are aware that working together is their best option though their heightened paranoia (validly founded btw) makes it difficult sometimes. His personality is lighthearted on the surface, making jokes, and being a good guy. In a way he reminds me of Jester who tries not to dwell on what is going on but is fully aware of the situation. Red wears a blindfold in public to keep up appearances but he has no vision or eye light problems.

Boss: After Frisk’s departure from the Underworld, Boss, takes her words to heart. Unlike the majority of Fell Pap characterization he is very soft. When he feels his brother no longer needs his guidance he begins to feel purposeless until he learns that like his brother he has the magical ability for healing. As Red is the charm merchant of the two, Boss is the apothecary. His design harkens to plague doctors back in the 17th century. He grows all his own herbs and spices but he is particularly fond of tea. He also wears a blindfold just like Red but unlike Red he does in fact have damage to his left eye socket where the teal color of his eye lights no longer inhabits. 

The two combined help their fellow monsters as much as they can but in a world of uncertainty how are you supposed to know who to trust? 

Frisk’s Mental Demons: The psychological toll on Frisk is great as she has been told constantly that she made up her time in the Underworld in order to shut herself away into a fantasy world. A world where she had a family… where she is loved and wanted. This happens frequently as the “Doctors” continuously try to refute her experiences or sensations medically.  Every time she goes to sleep in the Underworld she ends up back at the Asylum tied down kicking and screaming. 

She only wakes up again when she is sedated. Rinse and repeat. The question is… is it real? Or rather which is real. The doctors go on to state that her dark state of mind twisted her original concept behind her “family” making them this eldritch styled horror. He also goes onto explain that the reason she is so drawn and close to Red is that it is her “flirting with death”. That she is accepting that outcome because if she continues to resist treatment she will die and the moment she trusts him in her “fantasy” that will be the end. These kinds of situations happen a lot.

There are also instances when the lines between real and fiction are blurred as Frisk's behavior consists apparently of defensive aggression, auditory, visual, and olfactory hallucination, acute paranoia, anxiety, and PTSD. One such example of this is her apparent psychiatrist, Dr. Cyrus Reycroft, who happens to have an uncanny resemblance to her skeletal friend if he was human. 

The Beasts: Felldritch plays off Eldritch horror aka the fear of the unknown. As Frisk reunites with Red she is subjected to a rather concerning conversation in which he explains the situation they are in. He mentions having crossed into an upside down broken and colorless world which drew both himself and his older brother into. It is implied that the two stepped into a dimensional space that was able to then afflict those within their own dimension. Over time the inhabitants begin to go missing and great otherworldly hellish beasts begin appearing. The inhabitants come to the conclusion that these creatures can not afflict you with their corruption if you can not see, hear, or speak in their presence. This mindset has some rather gruesome implications as inhabitants become irrationally desperate mutilating themselves to adhere to the new "See no evil, Speak no evil, Hear no evil”.

The Occult World: The cult as I keep referring to it as is a group of powerful monsters. After the deposition of the King the other monsters begin to become influenced by outside sources. They begin to believe that any fallen humans are the angels of death and because of this they will kill humans on sight, of course, they want to live in denial of their horrible deeds because monster souls are supposed to be made up of love and kindness. Unlike the cult that wishes to break the barrier, the rest want to stay hidden from the beasts above believing that the humans are to blame for all that has happened.

The senses play a huge roll in this idea as the beasts are rumored to be able to use souls like puppets, as in spys, if they are corrupted. It essentially becomes like a hive mind with the main entity being able to see, hear, and speak through those it comes in contact with. It’s no secret that Red is in fact infected by this entity in some form as this is a quote from the fic:

A set of antlers snagged the velvety cape as he worked the metalwork to release its hold on the material around his throat.

Bony fingers tugged on the bunched up fabric and pulled it back, revealing a charcoal grey sweater underneath. It was soft to the touch but just hidden beneath the wool she caught a glimpse of off white colored bone. There were bits and pieces that had been chipped off, knicks, and cuts. Even before they had met Red had some scars especially around his collarbone but that was not what caused her to gasp. His hood remained over his head as if using it to shield his expression from her view, “See?” He flinched when her fingers traced some of the scars.

She didn’t want to appear like she was fearful of what she was witnessing but her fingers quivered, pulling them back toward herself. A soft whimper of a voice left her, “R...Red…” There intertwined with the magically composed vertebrae of his spine were branches. The same deep blackish red wood that plagued this entire forest. It wove itself through the bone engulfing portions of his ribs, twisting it into chilling patterns. If it was allowed to continue its infestation it would crack his ribcage open in a bloodless gaping fissure. She could just make out that gentle white and crimson glow shrouded by the wood. Was that his soul? There was no other explanation.

It looked like the branches were trying to worm their way toward that glowing heart, pierce it, and absorb it into its oily black, almost pulsating bark. That was only one singular aspect of horror that she was now subjected to. Her eyes followed the trail that crept through the bone following the knots and twists that crept up and underneath where his skull attached to his spine.

The grip that he kept on her hand only tightened while the other shifted to pull the hood off his skull. Her eyes widened, reddish-brown irises wavering within a sea of white. A hand rose to land on her mouth, now agape in a silent gasp. She could see the same strange bark that comprised his antlers exited straight out of his skull. There were fractures that radiated from above the temporal portion of his cranium in concentric circles. The same kind of patterning one would see from blunt force trauma. Only this had pushed out the bone externally rather than internally. His sockets no longer contained those ever dulling carmine eye lights as her own eyes traced the hairline cracks along his head. She could not imagine the kind of pain a transformation like that would have caused him. There were places where the bone had tried to heal and suture itself back together, forming around the bark.

Angel of Salvation (a.k.a. The Eldritch Horror)- What the cult has been working toward is summoning their “savior” with the help of the human souls they are bound to. It gives them extra abilities and power. Each within the ranks is bound to a human soul. Their leader ??? wants to use this power to summon an “angel.” It turns out that is actually an unholy amalgamated eldritch beast/god out for blood instead. Humanity will perish and the monsters will take control of the surface once more. That is the reality. (The cult including Red is told otherwise).

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[ming-yu-hao]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 1

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: some angst ig, light cheating? (not really lol), mingyu is just flirty, female masturbation, mentions of alcohol and weed

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: it’s gonna get spicy soon just trust me ;)

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30 minutes. That's how long you had spent anxiously perched in front of your computer, waiting for the familiar ring of the video call to echo through the speakers. You cycled between scrolling through social media, checking your reflection in the camera, and debating on whether or not to text Wonwoo. You understood that he was busy; it wasn't unusual for either of you to call a few minutes later than you had originally planned. But Wonwoo had never left you hanging for this long without an explanation. Normally, your mind would begin to fixate on the worst case scenario, but Wonwoo had already cancelled on you the past two weeks because he was busy working.

The loud vibration of your phone against your desk drew you out of your thoughts, and you hurriedly picked it up and saw Wonwoo's name glowing across the screen. "Hello?" You answered quickly.

"Hey," Wonwoo's deep voice sounded through the phone. "You're gonna hate me," He chuckled.

"I could never," You replied. You already knew the next words that were going to come out of his mouth.

"I can't FaceTime tonight." He explained. Even though you saw it coming, you couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that weighed heavy on your chest.

Your eyes met with the reflection displayed on the laptop screen. It taunted you, reminding you that Wonwoo's face wouldn't be there to replace it once again. "Well, I would be a lot happier right now if you told me that half an hour ago," You laughed bitterly. Running a hand through your hair, you quietly sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry." Wonwoo apologized. His voice was laced with genuine sorrow; you could clearly picture the frown that lined his lips right now. He added after a moment of silence, "I don't wanna keep doing this to you, so I think we should change our date day. I've been working more Fridays lately."

You nodded despite him not being able to see you and hummed in agreement. "What day then?" You asked.

"I'm not sure yet. I still have to figure out my schedule. Just text me what works for you and I'll let you know soon, okay?" He sighed.

"Oh, okay... yeah." Your lips drew into a tighter line with each word he spoke.

"Okay, I have to get to get back to work right now. I'm sorry again." He continued quickly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

The three tones signaled the end of the call, and slowly you pulled the phone away from your ear. Your tired reflection stared back at you. Finally, you shut the computer for the third Friday in a row.

The remainder of the weekend passed and you had barely heard anything from Wonwoo except for the usual good morning and goodnight texts. By the time Wednesday came around, the both of you finally agreed that Saturday could be your new set day for FaceTime dates. You powered through the rest of the week, and on Saturday you excitedly set aside all the work from your classes and waited patiently for Wonwoo to call.

You really missed him. It'd been just over two months now since you last saw him in person, when you moved into your dorm at a university three hours away from the one where you and Wonwoo met. He stayed behind while you transferred to a college with a renowned journalism program. At first, you were hesitant to leave him, but Wonwoo refused to let you give up such a great opportunity just to stay close to him. That was what you loved about him: he wanted to see you be happy and successful.

Situating yourself comfortably on the bed, you pulled up some random Netflix series to entertain yourself while waiting for Wonwoo. You only half paid attention, glancing between the computer screen and your Instagram feed on your phone. Time crawled, and slowly you sunk deeper into the softness of the mattress below.

Cold, small hands shook you awake. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, disoriented. The series you were watching was still playing quietly. Your roommate, Jisoo, stood next to your bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She stared at you with a raised eyebrow. "You're passed out by 7 on a Saturday night?" A teasing smile was displayed across her face as she shut your laptop.

You suddenly realized that it was an hour past the time that Wonwoo had promised to FaceTime you. Your heart sunk in your chest as you thought about how you probably missed his call without an explanation. You picked up your phone, but quickly noticed the notification for a missed phone call from him, followed by a text that said: I'm so sorry, something came up I promise I'll call you tomorrow.

Jisoo surveyed you for a moment; a more serious expression began to cross her features. She sat down at the bottom of your bed. "Did something happen?"

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your hands. "Wonwoo cancelled on me again," You sighed, "But I shouldn't be mad at him for it. It's not his fault he's busy."

Jisoo tsked and patted your leg through the sheets. "Of course you can be upset! How many times has it been now?"

"This entire month. And he always cancels super late."

She scoffed, "See! That's shitty. If this was the first time it wouldn't have been a big deal. But four times?" She stood up quickly and opened up her wardrobe. "If he wants long distance to work, he needs to have better communication."

"Yeah, I guess." You replied. Jisoo held a black top up to her figure, observing herself in the mirror. "Where are you going?" You inquired.

"A party at the SVT frat. You know any of them?" She explained while changing her outfit.

You had heard of the frat before, but you racked your brain for any of their names and couldn't remember one. "I don't think so."

Jisoo faced you again and smiled. "Well, let's go."

You chuckled, "No way."

She pouted. "Come on. You haven't gone out with me I'm so long. You're in college!" Jisoo begged. "Just this once. You'll have fun."

Jisoo had a point. You really had nothing else better to do besides sit around and mope over Wonwoo ditching you. You let out an exhasperated sigh of defeat, "Fine, I'll go."

"Yes! Go get all cute and dressed up." She cheered.

You emerged from your bed and strolled over to your own closet. "Alright, I'll be quick."

You and Jisoo walked into the party hand in hand. Immediately, the stench of weed and sweat overwhelmed you. Loud music vibrated through the walls of the house and clashed with the sounds of people cheering and yelling. An intense game of beer pong captured the attention of most people in the main room, but you could see a separate crowd gathered in the kitchen too.

"Who do you know here again?" You shouted over the music at Jisoo, not seeing a single person you recognized so far.

She leaned closer to you so you could hear. "Choi Seungcheol. I have a chemistry class with him." She scanned the room and suddenly perked up. "Oh, there he is!" She called his name and pulled you along with her towards him.

He stood against the wall with a red cup in his hand, talking with another tall boy. At the call of his name, he looked over at the two of you and smiled brightly. "Jisoo! I'm so happy you made it." He exclaimed while wrapping his arm around her lower back. Seungcheol watched you with kind eyes as you approached him. "And who is this?" He asked Jisoo.

"This is my roommate, Y/N. Y/N, this is Seungcheol." She introduced you both and you smiled and gave a small wave to the two boys.

The other boy flashed you a sweet smile that caused his eyes to form into crescents. "I'm Seokmin. I live here with Cheol." He explained.

All four of you continued to converse casually until Seungcheol pointed to you and Seokmin and said, "Hey, why don't you two go get some drinks? We'll wait here." You swore you saw a gleam of mischief in his eyes, and you quickly glanced at Jisoo to see if she noticed it too, but her expression remained neutral. This was exactly why you strayed away from parties. You wanted to avoid any encounters with flirty, drunk frat boys. But Jisoo, who was basically a mind reader, didn't react, so maybe you were just being overly paranoid.

You nodded and walked over to the kitchen, Seokmin following close behind, and watched as he began to mix some drinks together for the four of you. He let out a frustrated sigh as one of the bottles of liquor reached its end. Seokmin peeked over his shoulder and shouted, "Mingyu! Can you get me the other bottle of vodka?" You perked up at the familiar-sounding name, but couldn't remember where you had heard it before.

A moment later a presence approached you and Seokmin from behind and set the bottle down on the counter. "Now you have to make me one too," The deep voice joked. You turned around and immediately recognized the tall figure.

"Mingyu?" You called out in surprise.

His eyes dragged over and met yours. His face lit up instantly as he recognized you. "Y/N! What are you doing here?" Mingyu laughed.

Seokmin turned around and handed a cup to Mingyu with a raised eyebrow. "You guys know each other?" He questioned.

You grabbed your own cup and took a sip of the bittersweet mixture. "Yeah, we have a digital media class together." You said before smirking at Mingyu. "I didn't think you were the frat boy type."

Mingyu rested his right hand on the counter beside you, almost trapping you in between the wood and his body. "I guess I'm just full of surprises," He replied.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at his flirty response. This was a whole new side of him that you had never seen before in class. Granted, he was most likely tipsy and maybe even a bit high, but in class he was usually polite and reserved. He cracked jokes with you sometimes, but you never expected him to be so bold. On top of that, he always had his hair styled back neatly. Now, his dark hair fell over his forehead in messy curls. His skin was sheathed in a light layer of sweat, and the muscles in his arms and chest were suddenly more prominent under his white tee in the dim light of the house. You had to admit, he was ridiculously attractive.

"I'm gonna go give this to Cheol and Jisoo," Seokmin interrupted before leaving the kitchen with both cups in his hands.

Silently, you started behind him and Mingyu walked with you. "So what are you doing here?" He asked again as the two of you rounded the corner and entered the living room.

"My roommate was invited and made me go with her," You told him. You continued to sip your drink, basking in the warm feeling that the alcohol left in your chest.

"Makes sense. I didn't expect you to be a party girl." He teased. His arm slowly snaked around your waist and squeezed your hip lightly. Your skin tingled beneath his touch but you didn't give him any physical reaction, opting to just ignore the grip he had on you.

Your jaw dropped in a fake gasp. "You think I'm boring or something?" You narrowed your eyes at him and he chuckled.

"I never said that," He responded with a smirk on his lips.

Seungcheol and Jisoo had migrated from the spot where they previously stood, so you scanned the crowded room for the long haired girl. Finally you noticed her sitting close to Seungcheol on the couch. You could see they were laughing about something and considering Seokmin wasn't hovering near them anymore either, you decided to leave them be.

Mingyu noticed where you were looking and raised his eyebrows at you when you turned back to look at him. "Well, I guess my roommate is busy," You rolled your eyes.

You had forgotten about Mingyu's hand on your waist until he squeezed it again. "Good thing you have me then," He bantered. Your skin flushed; you slightly leaned into his touch. It had been so long since you felt someone else's hands roam across your body. You missed the feeling.

Mingyu slowly pulled your body closer to his until your chest was centimeters away. You gulped and dragged your eyes up to meet his. He stared at you intensely, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek. Your breathing hitched as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "You're so pretty," He muttered. It felt like fire had lit up your entire body. Your nerves tingled and your brain felt fuzzy and you hated to admit it but you could feel arousal growing between your legs. Somehow Mingyu pulled you even closer than before and you felt his hard cock brush against your thigh through his jeans. His tongue darted out against his lips and he inched his face towards yours. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered just inches away from you lips.

Guilt imprisoned you as soon as he said those words. They reminded you of where you were, and what you were planning on doing. You closed your eyes and pulled yourself out of his grasp. "I have a boyfriend," You admitted briskly.

Mingyu stared at you in confusion. "What?"

Shame overtook you. Wonwoo had trusted you to remain loyal, and here you were at a frat party, leading on some poor boy from your class.

Mingyu lightly grabbed your wrist. "Hey, I'm sorry. I should've asked-" He started, but you quickly cut him off.

"No, I'm sorry. This is my fault." You apologized and pulled your wrist out of his grasp. You looked at him; he stared at you with a sorrowful gaze. The regret on your face was evident and he knew that he had helped in bringing this guilt upon you.

"I- I have to go do something," You added before turning around and darting towards the door. You didn't bother to turn around or look for Jisoo, you just needed to get out of there as fast as possible. Once you were outside, you inhaled a sharp breath and pulled out your phone to call for an Uber. You waited near the street, sending a text to Jisoo to let her know that you felt sick and went home while you waited.

Eventually the Uber pulled up and you hurriedly sat down and told the driver where to go. You breathed a sigh of relief as they finally pulled away from the frat.

The drive was short, but you spent every one of those few minutes replaying the night's events in your mind. Your flesh still tingled in the places where Mingyu had touched you. Guilt haunted you, but you attempted to lessen that burden by reasoning with yourself. You missed Wonwoo. A lot. You missed hearing his voice and seeing his face and of course feeling his touch against your skin. You hadn't been fucked in over two months now, so it was no wonder that any bit of physical affection would have such a strong effect on you. What mattered is that you stopped it before anything happened. You could live with that, you decided. All you had to do now was just clear up things with Mingyu next week, deal with any awkwardness between you two, and focus on Wonwoo.

When you arrived at your dorm, you quickly changed your clothes, cleansing yourself of the faint smell of weed and the remnants of Mingyu's touch. Not long after, exhaustion began to take over your body. You laid down on the bed, not even bothering to check your phone before closing your eyes and letting sleep overcome you.

You weren't sure what time you fell asleep, but you awoke some time later and glanced at the clock. 11:54 PM. You stretched your arms behind your head and yawned as you scanned the room. Jisoo was still gone. You closed your eyes again and tried to fall back asleep, but your mind began to race.

You could clearly picture Mingyu's lust-filled eyes staring down at you, his hands running over your waist and pulling you towards the heat of his body. The glow of his skin, the messy curls hanging over his forehead, the fullness of his lips as he asked in his husky voice if he could kiss you—the images and sensations swirled around in your thoughts.

In a half asleep daze, you rubbed your thighs together. Friction built between your legs. You groaned quietly as your mind revisited how you felt when Mingyu's hands were on your body. More arousal began to pool in your heat, your underwear clinging to your wetness.

Languidly, you ran your hand down your stomach and toyed with the hem of your underwear before slowly pulling the fabric down your legs. You imagined Mingyu's sharp eyes staring at you from between your thighs as you ran your fingers through your slick folds. Arousal coated your fingers and you began to rub your clit in slow circles. You pretended that Mingyu's thick fingers were the ones teasing your clit, making your legs jolt each time you pressed the right spot.

You moaned quietly and began to grope your own breast. You squeezed and flicked your nipple, causing a quiet gasp to fall from your lips. You pulled your hand away from your clit and slowly pushed two fingers into your dripping heat. "Mmh, Mingyu," You groaned under your breath. You imagined his deep voice saying the dirtiest things to you as he pumped and curled his fingers into your pussy.

You gasped as you hit a particular spot that made you arch your lower back. You continued pumping your fingers at a fast pace until the knot building in your lower stomach snapped. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a sharp whine as an intense feeling of euphoria washed over your body.

Your body relaxed against the sheets as your heart rate began to slow and exhaustion overtook you once again. You sighed contently and wrapped yourself in your blankets, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

You promised yourself that you would never do that again.

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[fantasia-monogram]

Seven to twelve

♥️ Inseong x female reader (female anatomy); mentions of other SF9 members.

♥️  This is set in the As the clock strikes midnight universe, right after the epilogue! Read it before this one to get the context.

♥️ Smut (2.7k words); y/n is a professional Domme. Inseong is a bisexual sub. Mommy kink, degradation, spanking. Mentions of other BDSM practices.

♥️ Quality Department leader Kim Inseong has two secrets: first is his love for kink, second is a massive crush on a hot guy from HR department. Every Thursday, a trusted Domme helps him deal with frustration keeping those secrets causes.

♥️ Disclaimer: this is just for fun! I’m not claiming that’s how they are in real life, it’s just my imagination doing whatever it wants. Read at your own discretion.

As you stepped back into the dungeon, you admired the transformation the room had undergone while you were taking a shower. Your previous customer made a huge mess (still, not even comparable to the mess you've made of him). You weren't the best at cleaning - you've had other talents that got you through life, after all - so you couldn't help but be amazed at the work the cleaning staff did in such a short time. 

Gone were the wet stains on the floor, and a soiled rug had been replaced for a fresh, fluffy one. All the scary torture equipment was hidden behind partition that would automatically slide out of the nearest wall by a press of a button. Antique leather chair was switched to a cozy looking armchair with blankets laid out on the floor next to it. The mood of the otherwise pretty sterile space was warmed up thanks to pink tinted lighting. 

All of those were a tell-tale sign who your next customer would be. 

You opened the wardrobe and took a black satin-and-lace bodysuit out of it. Your usual tight corset and leather boots wouldn't be needed this time. After you put the garment on, you opted for classic shiny stilettos, and topped the outfit with a short flowy dressing gown.

Just to be sure everything was in place, you checked yourself out in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door: the look was a blend of a retro housewife and a pin-up girl, complete with vintage style lingerie, aggressive eyeliner and red lipstick. Just as he liked it. 

There were only minutes left to the appointment, so you stroke a couple more poses to see the outfit in different angles. Perfect. You crossed the floor in a few elegant strides, to finally take a seat on the armchair in the middle of the spacious room. 

You had a pretty chill end of the workday ahead of you. 

A soft, somewhat cautious knock on the door broke the silence. 

"Come in." 

There he was, entering hesitantly, and closing the door behind him in an awkward manner. Inseong - you had no interest in your customers' last names, it was something only the administration ladies kept for business purposes - was a tall, very tall man with broad shoulders, lanky limbs and a bit of a tummy; his face, though, was that of a teenage boy, with barely any wrinkles and nervous expression. From what he told you, he was some kind of a supervisor or a boss or something in the field of corporate banking. At that moment, however, with his black bangs covering his forehead, he was stripped out of all titles he might have held as a higher up.

Honestly, he looked pretty cute in a set of pink fleece pajamas with a print consisting of little yellow chicks. 

He stood there, big eyes looking at you anxiously. You knew he was waiting for your sign - his wish was to experience your different moods, so you always kept him uncertain for a bit. It was more fun this way. 

That night you decided to play nice, at least for a while. You put on your warmest smile, spreading your arms. 

"Come on, baby, come to Mommy!" 

Inseong didn't need to be told twice. He rushed from his place. In seconds, he sank onto his knees inbetween your spread legs. You sneaked your arms around his neck and harshly pulled him forward, only to let him plant his face right into your breasts. 

Right, he had a thing for boobs. And muscular body types. That's why he chose to pay for your services in the first place.

He stayed like this for a good minute or two, occasionally rubbing his face against your soft flesh. You kept gently patting his head this entire time, until you decided that was enough and yanked him away by a handful of hair. 

"Why don't you tell Mommy about your day, baby?" You cooed, still gripping his hair tightly. His eyes, looking even bigger, were all fired up already.

He was so easy to figure out. 

"Y-yes… Yes, Mommy, I will," he stuttered. You let go of him, so he could sink back to the floor and lie his head on your lap. 

You got back to combing your fingers through his black strands, just to keep the variety.

"There is this guy in the company…" Inseong started, his voice a bit hushed. "In another department. He's dreamy. But I don't think he's interested in me. I don't think he's interested in guys at all. Or at least in pathetic guys like me." 

You uttered a soft mhmm to encourage him. Oh, so he came in to release the frustration. You already had a plan on how to help him with that, but that required waiting for a good moment to start the actual scene. 

"I can't believe anybody would be able to resist my pretty baby," you sighed, staying in character. 

"Thank you, Mommy…" Inseong replied shyly; he knew how to behave, or rather, how to reply to your compliments. "Actually, he spends so much time with that… I can never remember her name… She's a monster. Five and barely a half feet of a goddamn monster. I've heard they want to promote her to a leadership position soon. And she's so old! I can't believe Jaeyoonie is into older women."

Your eyes went wide at the name. No way. Glad Inseong couldn't see your face right now, you quickly calmed yourself down.

"Some guys are into milfs, you know that, right, baby?" You snorted. The things you had to do just to pace the appointment right… 

"She's not a milf! She's only a year or two older than me," Inseong explained. 

Come to think of it, you had no idea how old he was, and it was hard to tell by his looks only. 

"Anyway, I'm sure he's fucking her. Or that awkward skinny boy always hanging out with them." Inseong started to sound pissed off at this point. "Now that I think of it, he could easily take them both! And that would mean he's into older women and younger guys. I don't fit into any of those demographics. What a nightmare."

"You never know," you concluded, although internally you were getting more and more suspicious of Jaeyoonie's identity. 

"But there's more…" Inseong's voice broke at the last word. "There was a company party earlier that week… I drank too much and he saw me throwing up in the bathroom… I can't believe I embarrassed myself like that…" 

That was the moment you were waiting for. You stopped your caresses immediately. 

"Wait a minute. When was that party, exactly?" 

You could feel Inseong tense up under your hand. 

"Wednesday night…" He mumbled. 

"Is that why you rescheduled from Thursday to Friday?" 

You gripped his shirt at the back of his neck. 

"Yes, Mommy… I was so hungover… I wouldn't be able to play with you…" Inseong started stumbling over his words. You slid your hand up, grasped a fistful of hair and pulled it back so he could face you in a very uncomfortable position. 

The panic that flashed through Inseong's eyes gave you a solid rush of adrenaline.

"Good boys don't drink more than they could handle," you stated in a dead serious tone. 

"B-but…" Inseong stuttered, "I have low tolerance. And everyone else was drinking…" 

You tightened the grip on his hair, eliciting a strangled whine out of him. 

"Then you shouldn't have drunk at all, you silly baby." You slowly stood up from your seat, dragging Inseong up on his knees, followed by a litany of pained whimpers. "You made Mommy sad. I've been waiting for you the entire day."

"Oh, no… I'm so sorry, Mommy…" Inseong babbled, on the verge of crying. 

Not wanting to overdo it with his emotions just yet, you let go of his hair. He barely managed to feel relief, when you forcibly grabbed his chin.

"You're Mommy's favorite boy, but you need to learn your lesson" you concluded, staring straight into his panicked eyes. "What should I do with you now?" 

Inseong went silent, nothing but anticipation pictured on his face.

"Oh, you look way too eager," you said, loosening the grip on Inseong's chin, "Go to the corner, hands on the wall." 

"No, please!" Inseong cried out, although you knew very well he was just playing along. "Not the corner!" 

"Should I make you go there on your fours?" 

The guy mumbled a barely audible I'm sorry and obediently walked to the nearest wall. He took the usual position: propped on his hands, head hanging low, his broad back facing you - obviously, with the round butt presented to you in a shameful way. 

To keep him waiting, you first took in the sight, unable to hold back a smirk. You knew soon he would be absolutely wrecked, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment and shining with tears.

Saying you loved your job would be an understatement. 

Satisfied, you approached him, clicking of your heels the only sound in the room.

"I guess I have to spank you." 

Inseong's head jerked up a little. 

"I'm going to do this through your pants, though, and I'm going to use my bare hand only."

Inseong whined, head leaning down to previous position. 

"One more complaint and I'm going to shove a plug into your hole and make you stand here for the rest of the night." 

"I'm sorry!" He apologized frantically.

It's not like you haven't done that punishment before - you smiled at the memory of him coming untouched - but he really seemed desperate for some action this time. 

You came closer and hovered your hand over the perfect curve of Inseong's butt. He trembled under your touch. So, so desperate. 

"It's gonna be thirty, because that's how many hours I had to wait between the time you rescheduled to this meeting," you announced, causing Inseong to whimper quietly.

"Can I count?" He asked shyly. 

"You're dumb enough to not know your limits, I think counting to thirty would be too much to ask." 

With that, you landed the first slap. 

You observed Inseong for a couple seconds before continuing. He didn't make a sound, but his arms shook, long fingers folding into fists against the wall. You wondered if he would even last the whole session.

Your predictions would soon turn out to be true: he started whimpering after each hit as soon as you landed the third one. When you approached the tenth, the whimpers turned into screams. Once you passed the first half, all he could do was to moan uncontrollably, his legs shaking so much you were wondering how could he even stand up at that point. 

He didn't use the safe word, not even a single word of protest escaped his mouth either, so you knew it was fine to continue. He was so close to breaking. You absolutely adored the feeling of this moment approaching.

Finally, as you were raising your hand to slap Inseong's ass for the twenty seventh time, his knees gave up. The guy sunk down to the floor, still leaning against the wall. That turned out to be too much for him, though - ultimately, he slid his hands down, too.

You looked at him intently: Inseong, resting on all fours, kept trembling, his breathing so loud you could hear it from above. What an absolute mess. You were so amused you decided to end the session on a sweet note; however, your understanding of sweet was very... specific. 

"What's that, baby? You can't take it anymore?" You cooed, approaching closer. Your shin brushed against his buttcheek.

"Mommy… I…" Inseong panted, visibly struggling to form a complete sentence. "Can I touch myself? I can't take it anymore…" 

You almost laughed at how pained his tone was. Led by curiosity, you kneeled right behind him and leaned to take a close look: indeed, he was tenting in his cute pajama pants. Pathetic.

"Mmm, I'm not sure," you mused. "I don't think you've earned the permission to touch yourself."

"Mommy, please, it hurts," Inseong pleaded. He regained the ability to speak, but his voice started breaking. 

"I want you to come, but I also want you to embarrass yourself even more, since you couldn't take your spanking like a good boy," you wondered aloud in an amused tone, "What should I do?" 

You knew exactly, but hearing Inseong hold in his breath was worth every second of suspense. 

"Anything… I'll do anything…"

Hearing that, you came to conclusion you've had enough of toying with him. You reached to ruffle his hair. He leaned into your touch like a cat.

"Dumb kittens like you don't deserve to be touched directly." 

You lodged your thigh inbetween his legs, making him moan loudly at the sudden contact. He felt hard and heavy against your skin through the fabric separating you two. 

"Work for it, baby," you commanded. 

Inseong didn't need to be told twice. Disregarding all dignity, he started grinding against your thigh, his thrusts becoming more and more furious with time, until he couldn't hold back grunts escaping his mouth. You could feel his cock getting heavier; years of having to keep your urges to yourself during sessions gave you incredible self control, but Inseong's eagerness was turning you on so much you had to think of something quick. To ground yourself, you grabbed onto his hips, helping him grind even harder. 

He looked so broken, though - with his head low on the floor, resting on his arms, and his ass high up, relying on you completely in his need for pleasure. The sounds coming out of him weren't making it any easier for you either. 

It didn't take him long to finish at this pace. He stilled, arching his back, and came with a delicious, drawn-out moan. You quickly retracted your thigh, as you felt the wetness on his pants coming in contact with your skin. 

You let him come down from his high. Once he was fine enough to sit up, you pulled him into a back hug. He sighed happily, leaning against your cleavage. 

For good measure, you planted a couple kisses on his cheek and the side of his neck, leaving bright lipstick marks all over; he giggled uncontrollably at your affectionate gesture. 

"Thank you, Mommy," Inseong purred, a smile adorning his pretty lips, "My head is so clear now. I feel so much better." 

You wondered how he could sound so innocent with a huge wet spot in the front of his pants, not to mention he probably could barely sit with his butt burning from the spanking. 

"I hope my baby has a good weekend." You kissed his cheek once again, this time letting your lips linger on his skin for a little longer. 

Inseong's legs turned out to be still too wobbly to support him, so you helped him stand up and walked him to the door. 

"You're gonna be fine in the shower?" you asked, a bit worried considering his weak state. 

"I wish Mommy would join me, but I'm a big boy. I'll manage," he assured you. 

To be honest, you wished for the same thing, but business was business, and Inseong was just your customer - no matter how much fun you had ruining him each time.

"Thank you, really. I needed that so much," he said, dropping the character. "See you next week." 

You stared at the door for a while after he left, pretty sure there was something that slipped your mind during the meeting.

At last, it hit you: Jaeyoon, probably matching Inseong's ideal buff type, working a 9-to-5 job in some corporation. Could he be your old acquaintance from the BDSM community you met at a self defense course? You wondered for a while at the possibility.

Opening the wardrobe, you briefly rested your eyes on the clock. Seven to twelve. No time to muse over the past; you hoped those two would get together eventually, because if Inseong was the supervisor Jaeyoon couldn't shut up about all those years ago, then… well, they had some catching up to do. 

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