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luveline · 2 months

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hiii jadey <3 i’ve been having a bit of a rough time in college lately and i was wondering if you’d be willing to write some bombshell!reader where spencer talks about being bullied in high school and maybe bombshell can relate? even if not, just a lot of comfort please? i hope you’re doing well!! <333

ty for ur request!!! fem

It’s a blessing and a curse whenever you come around. Spencer’s thinking he hadn’t seen you in a while when your text lights up his screen, a summoning if there ever was one.

Hi Spencer, I need some help with my laptop. It turns out for about ten seconds and then turns off again. Do you think you can fix it?

He has no idea. Probably. Do you want me to come by SCU?

No need

“Spencer!” you say, practically glowing as you drop your messenger bag on his already crowded desk. “Sorry, that’s so heavy.”

“You’re here,” he says, surprised.

You lean down to hug him in his chair. Spencer can’t ignore that he likes every part of you, your arms as they wrap around his shoulders, the perfume on your neck as you touch your cheek to his, even the soft exhale of your breath by his ear. “Hi, Dr. Reid,” you say gently. “Missed you. So happy my laptop isn’t working ‘cos now I get to see you.”

You pull away with a grin. Your lips are a shade of pink that Spencer won’t soon forget.

“That was fast.”

“So fast,” you say. “You know I love an excuse to see you and to not be at work.”

You work very hard, but you’re like anyone. Stealing time is fun and free. “You’re not gonna get in trouble, right?”

“With who? Hotch doesn’t care if I’m here and Sandy,” —you full body shiver at the mention of your boss— “won’t notice I’m gone for another hour. Besides, I can’t have a broken laptop. They’re pretty cool, right?”

“Laptops?”

“Yeah, I like them. I just need the WiFi to work everywhere.” You squint at him. “Is that something you can do?”

Spencer cannot make the WiFi work everywhere you go, but he can soft reset your laptop after a short investigation of the problem. It takes about five minutes, in which you steal Morgan’s chair and get comfortable next to him, legs crossed, hand resting open on your thigh. “You’re so smart. I bet you were very popular in high school.”

He laughs, startled, a horrible sinking feeling moving through his chest. “What? Why would you think that?”

“‘Cos you’re a genius at everything, right? I bet you were always helping people with their homework.”

His lips last. He doesn’t know what to say. “I don’t think I talked to anyone in high school who didn’t want to hang me at the top of a flag pole,” he says honestly.

Your lovely smile falls flat. “What?”

“I skipped a couple of grades, so I was younger than everybody, and I wasn’t well liked. I was actually bullied pretty badly.” He laughs again with that same brittle panic. He’s talking without thinking, it just spilled out, it’s spilling still, “I used to get beat up for breathing wrong.”

You’re quiet. Spencer panics worse because why has he told you that? You’re so sweet to him but that doesn’t mean you wanted to know about his worst moments, he can practically feel the affection you had for him melting away as you realise he’s a loser, he’s pathetic–

“I was bullied too,” you say, giving him a tentative smile. “All the way through high school and a little bit after that, too. Maybe that’s why we get along so well, huh?”

He looks at his hands. “You were?”

“Yep.” He can hear the strain of wanting to sound normal. “I mean, I didn’t get beat up, Spencer, that’s awful and I’m– I’m so sorry.”

You’re the last person he’d ever want an apology from, because you’re one of the only people he’s ever met who likes him as he is. You could never make him hurt the way he did back then. High school was years ago and it lingers like it happened yesterday. “I can still remember the stuff they used to say to me,” he says.

“I got made fun of for so much stuff,” you agree. “Boys I didn’t even know would berate me in the halls for just being there. I got called ugly so much I genuinely believed I was for years.”

“You’re not ugly,” he says immediately.

“I know.”

He nods thoughtfully. “It’s hard trying to forget about it. I think if people knew how much I carry with me from then they’d tell me to let it go, but I can’t.”

“You don’t have to let it go, Spence, so long as you know it’s not your fault it happened.”

You offer your hand. Spencer stares at it. You wiggle your fingers and he thinks, Oh, grasping it quickly, before you change your mind. Your fingers slide between his and you rub the back of his hand with your thumb, smiling approvingly, eyes crinkled with pleasure.

“They don’t know what they missed,” you say, a hint of shyness in your voice that’s swiftly covered by your usual confident drawling, “they had unfiltered and unadulterated access to the Spencer Reid, n’ I have to pretend my laptops broken just to see you. So crazy.”

You give his hand a good squeeze.

“It was sort of broken,” he says as you take your hand back. He’s sure his brain is broken too.

“Nah, it always does that. I just give it a love tap and it fixes it again.”

“A what?” He laughs so loudly it turns heads. His crush on you turns to full blown infatuation.

#spencer and bombshell!reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction

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junkdrawerfics · 1 year

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Simple Moment

I love Jasper Hale more than most things in my life.

Summary: Just a cute, fluffy moment with Jasper and his human, the reader. Mostly Bella and Alice talking about the two of you.

Word Count: 702

Warnings: None! Just fluff!

“So that’s Jasper’s girlfriend?” Bella asks Alice as they watch a familiar looking girl stride up to said vampire. She waggles her hand in front of the blond’s face, snapping him out of whatever thoughts he was stuck in. A small smile slips onto Bella’s lips as she watches him grin and murmur some greeting.

“Yep, that’s (Y/n),” Alice replies, smiling along fondly, “We met her just a year ago. She’s Jasper’s singer, like you’re Edward’s.”

Bella’s brows shoot up at this, “She’s human?” She knew that Jasper didn’t have complete control of his instincts yet, so the fact that he could be around someone whose blood is so tempting to him seems implausible. Yet there you are, pressing into his side with an adoring smile.

“Crazy huh?” Alice giggles at the gobsmacked look on her friend’s face, “Trust me, it wasn’t pretty at first. Jasper had to stay home for weeks because he couldn’t control himself at school.”

A question hangs on the tip of her tongue, but Bella keeps it to herself. It’s none of her business how they eventually came together, she imagines it might have been something similar to her and Edward’s story. Her curious eyes dart over to Jasper and the girl again. They’re settled down on the roots of a nearby tree, talking and smiling at each other. The softness of the moment strikes her. Had she ever seen the vampire look so carefree? Especially around a human?

“They’re cute, aren’t they?” The ravenette murmurs with a far away look, “She’ll be like us one day too, I’ve seen it, and they look so happy. She’s the one that helps him learn control. He’s even the one who changes her, I think. That part was still a little unclear.”

Bella looks at her with a smile, “It’s so cool that you’ve seen all of that.”

Alice shrugs but her smile betrays the pride she feels for her gift, “It has come to me over the months, not all together, you know. I’m just so happy he has someone now.”

Both look over at the couple again, fondness and genuine joy rolling off of them.

Jasper smiles slightly, eyes darting over to the pair.

“What is it?” You ask, glancing around the blonde to see his sister and the new girl staring at the two of you. A dark blush is quick to cover your face, which you hide in his shoulder.

Jasper chuckles lightly, pressing an adoring kiss to the crown of your head, “No worries, darlin’, they’re happy you’re here.”

You peak up at him with a small, teasing grin, “Really? And how do you feel, huh?”

The blonde raises an eyebrow at you, one of his oh so charming smirks pulling at the corner of his lips, “Why, it’s a pleasure to have you by my side, ma’am.”

Your teasing smile melts into a sigh and you bury your face back into his shoulder. Just his voice alone sets free a flock of butterflies in your chest. You’re probably as red as a tomato again.

“Don’t call me ma’am, makes me feel old,” you grumble to try and hide just how flustered his words made you feel.

“My apologies,” you can hear the grin in his voice, “...ma’am.”

You punch him in the side, knowing all too well that it won’t actually hurt him, but at least the intention is there. Jasper just chuckles again and pulls away to look at your bright face.

“I’m just teasin’ darlin’,” he hums, “You get riled up so easy.”

“You’re so mean.” You pout, scrunching your nose up at him.

The vampire only grins and leans close to press his cold lips against your forehead. Eyes fluttering closed, you take a moment to just savor the feeling. You never want it to go away. You never want him to go away.

“I love you, Jasper,” you mumble as you tuck back into his side.

He pulls you close, enveloped in your scent but so stricken with the genuine emotions rolling off you that it doesn’t even seem to bother him.

“I love you too, darlin’.” The words are soft, spoken so only you will hear him.

#jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #jasper whitlock #x reader #reader #reader insert #twilight #twilight saga #vampire #jasper whitlock x reader #i love him

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 9 months

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part two to this little thing 'cause i saw these tags on the last part from @stevesjester and actually kicked my feet and giggled about it

After Pretty Boy kissed him, Eddie walked back to the staff break room in a daze.

His slow lumbering gait still managed to scare some folks, though, so that’s a plus.

He opens the door, slowly turns to close it softly, and leans back against it once it is.

“Eddie? You okay?” Comes a voice he’d know anywhere. “Wait, that is you, right? You’re supposed to be Piggy Man tonight?”

Eddie pulls the rubber mask off, making his stomach flip thinking about the last time it was pulled up. You know, ‘cause he’s a sap.

Chrissy takes in his shocked, sweaty face, “Oh my god, you okay? What happened?”

He looks up at his roommate (best friend, sister) in her bloody cheerleader costume, an ironic holdout from their time in high school, and breathes a laugh, “I fell in love.”

“OMG OMG tell me everything right now!!” Chrissy bounces over to him excitedly and pulls him down to the bench of their one (1) break table, a sagging plastic picnic table.

He looks up at her bright happy face and barks out a half hysterical laugh, “I can’t believe you’re this excited about me potentially falling in love with someone I’m literally being paid to scare.”

“Oooh, so they were a runner??”

“Yeah, literally in this case.”

“Start talking, Munson, or I’m going to throw all your guitar picks down the garbage disposal.”

“Okay, okay, Jesus Christ.. Okay, so I did my usual creepy husky voice at him, called him all the usual things,”

“Let me guess, you started with ‘pretty boy’?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause he’s pretty. Duh. Damn was he pretty…”

“Uh huh. And you fell in love with him ‘cause he was pretty?”

“No, no of course not, listen to this:” Eddie sits up straighter in preparation for the story. “I had him backed into a corner, right? The fake gate over in section 2B,”

“Ah yes, of course.”

“Yeah! And when I lunged at him, he caught my arm, and spun me around.”

“Shut. Up.”

“No, never. SO he’s got me backed against the fence, and he–I swear to fucking Jesus H. Christ–lifts my mask up and kisses me.”

Chrissy starts to squeal incoherently. “Eeeeee!!! Shutupshutupshutup!! Holy shit there’s no way this happened!!”

“Look, 100% serious right now; he kissed me stupid, and spun around and booked it again.”

“Pretty Boy distracted you with a kiss to escape!?! I cannot believe this, c’mon..” Crissy grabs ahold of his arm again and pulls him out of the breakroom with her insane unchecked leftover cheer squad strength.

“Whoa, what? Where’re we going?? He’s probably gone by now! I was standing over in 2B like an idiot for a while after he left!!”

“Not that, we gotta go see Argyle.”

“Argyle why—ohhh shit. Oh my god, you think they caught it on camera?” Eddie’s actively following her now.

The two burst into the warehouses’ security office, where they’re met with the backs of two ‘zombie’ guards (and the leftover smell of weed).

“Argyle, Jonathan, you need to look at something for us,”

“Is it the footage of Eddie’s makeout sesh in 2B? ‘Cause we’re waaayy ahead of you pompom.”

“Ah!! Holy shit he was telling the truth?!” Chrissy bodies between the two, sending Argyle rolling away on his chair, and Jonathan staggering back a step.

“Dude, that’s so cool of your boyfriend to come to the haunt, keepin’ us in business.” Argyle directs at Eddie, though still spinning slowly in his chair.

“He’s not my–you thought he was my boyfriend?”

“Yeah man, why else would you look at him like that.” Jonathan points down at the screen.

Chrissy re-winds it again and Eddie watches himself charge forward at Pretty Boy (damn, he’s still pretty though this grainy footage too, how the fuck is that possible??), get spun and–oh shit, they’re right.

“Oh Jesus Christ.” he hangs his head into his hands, falling down into Jonathan’s previously abandoned chair.

“Sooo…he’s not your boyfriend..?”

Chrissy re-winds the footage again. Squeals happily.

“Nope. Just met him tonight.”

“Wow dude, that’s like, love at first sight if I ever saw it.”

She re-winds it again, squeals.

“Yeah I know, it’s embarrassing as shit, alright?” Eddie’s still talking into his palms.

Chrissy snorts at that, “Not for you! Well..kinda..but him too, did you not see that pause?”

“...What pause?”

His question goes unanswered as Jon and Argyle move back in over Chrissy’s shoulders and after a few seconds both “Ohh…” in sync.

“The fuck’re you talking about?”

“Look,” She re-winds the tape once again and points, “Watch after he lifts your mask.”

So he does, and..okay, there was a pause.

“...So?”

“He totally fell in love with you at the same time you did him. Fell with him. With each other?”

“You both fell in love at the same time.” Chrissy says what Jonathan was trying to. “We have GOT to find this guy somehow.”

Chrissy records the footage on the screen with her phone, intending to post it online to find the guy, but Argyle’s positive he’s gonna show back up tonight.

“Give him a chance, pompom, he’s totally in love too, remember?”

“Fine, but if he doesn’t come back today, I’m posting this. Maybe it’ll get us some more business too.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.

“No.” Yep, there it is.

So, he rolls his eyes, puts his mask back on, and finishes out the night like everything is normal and he didn’t just fall head over fuckin’ heels for a random (hot) stranger earlier.

He’s done for the night before Chrissy since she’s got a lot of that fake blood to try and wash off, so he grabs up his stuff and heads out the front, intending to wave bye to Gareth at the front counter before braving the frigid late fall wind to warm up his car (and move it closer to the entrance so Chrissy doesn't have to walk in the cold).

“See ya Ed,” Gareth calls, and he waves over his shoulder at him as he passes, his attention pulled to a blonde with a choppy bob looking in through the glass of the door, partially silhouetted by the bright ass headlights of a shiny Tesla parked behind her.

He can see the shadow of someone in the driver seat too, as he gets closer and opens the door for her, their face only partially lit up through the tinted glass by the glow of a phone screen.

She starts rambling off immediately after the door is open. “Oh my god, I thought we were too late and you were closed and I completely didn’t even realize I’d left something here when we were here earlier an–”

“Nope, no worries, ma’am, just go talk to Gareth at the front counter and he can tell you if someone turned in…whatever it is you left here.”

She says her thanks and scoots past him, and he spins quickly towards the side lot where his old Neon is parked.

He glances back when he hears the bell chime over the door, a bit delayed (probably the wind holding it open), and sees that the Tesla’s stopped beaming their headlights into the front door, that’s nice of them.

He unlocks his car and gets in, turning the engine over and cranking the heat as high as it’ll go. Once the engine stops it’s signature ‘I’m cold as fuck rn, don’t even try to move me’ rattle, he drives to the front door to wait for Chrissy, pulling in next to the burgundy Tesla.

He scrolls down TikTok for a couple minutes before a banner pops up on his screen

Chris C.: oh my holy fucking shit eddie, get your ass back inside!

Panicking, he races back in through the door, not even bothering to shut off his engine (or close his car door for that matter), thinking shiny Telsa duo is like, robbing the place or something, but as soon as he gets back in, he’s stopped dead in his tracks.

His heart’s still beating a mile a minute, but now with nerves.

Because standing infront of the counter are Chrissy (who’s actually vibrating with excitement), choppy blonde, and…

Oh fuck.

No way.

“H–hi, hi. I’m Steve, you’re Eddie right?”

He can’t help the grin that splits across his face. “Hey, pretty boy.”

thanks to @henderdads for rightfully pointing out that modern day rich boy steve would probably have a tesla <3

tagging everyone i saw in the tags of the last post that seemed interested in more/wanted to see the aftermath lmao: @bangarangdarling, @tartarusknight, @kas-eddie-munson, @wormdebut (AMAZING url btw), @vecnuthy, @perseus-notjackson, @homosexual-having-tea, @matchingbatbites, @scarcrossdlvrs, @anzelsilver, @auroraplume, @kkpwnall, @wildwildsoul, @bennys-burgers, @steveharringtonssluttywaist

#steddie #st #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #st ficlet #steddie ficlet #platonic hellcheer #chrissy cunningham #jonathan byers #argyle #gareth emerson #modern au #noelle writes

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jockbroski34 · 2 months

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How Things Used To Be

I wonder how long it took me to notice that there was something wrong with Nathan. We had been best friends for years, ever since the 5th grade, and we always hung out together both in and out of school. I was hoping things could’ve stayed like that this summer, but it seemed like fate had other plans. Between family vacations and college prep, it seemed like he didn’t have time for me anymore. And to make it worse, whenever he wasn’t doing that, he was hanging out with some other guys who I had never met, and he never even bothered to ask me if I wanted to come with. I know people grow and change, but I didn’t want to see it happen to my own best friend. On the bright side, we’re going to the same college, so I hope I can see him around.

And I did see him. It was the third week of courses, once I was starting to get acquainted with campus life. For once, I was actually being more social, trying to fill the gap that Nathan left. I used this opportunity to start talking to people in my classes and I found that we had some similar interests. I wish I could say the same for my roommate, but he mostly keeps to himself and we don’t have much in common.

Okay, back to Nathan. I was walking back to the dorms after my last class, texting one of my classmates about the homework. I was interrupted when I walked headfirst into another student. I should’ve been paying more attention to my surroundings. I looked up at the giant in front of me, probably 6’3”, before apologizing.

“James, is that you?” the giant asked. The voice sounded very familiar, yet at the same time, different. I took a closer look at him. “Long time no see, huh?” I was surprised when I realized who it was.

“Nate? Woah, what happened to you?” I couldn’t believe that this person in front of me was my best friend. This was not the same Nathan from three months ago during graduation. He was always a bit taller than me, but he had to have grown at least 3 inches. He used to wear glasses, but it seemed like he switched over to contacts.

In the warm August heat, he was wearing a tank top which revealed his newfound biceps for the whole world to see. The tank top clung closely to his chest and I could see his newly-formed six-pack through the fabric. He was wearing basketball shorts that were short enough that I could catch a glimpse of his thighs, which were just as big as his arms. I never knew Nathan went to the gym, and if he did, he never told me. But still, I couldn’t comprehend how he became so huge in just three months, which made me more curious about what he had been up to. A backwards hat fit tightly atop his head with Greek letters on them. Sigma Lambda Chi… Had Nathan really joined a frat? To be completely honest, he looked like he was cosplaying as a frat bro, a far cry from how I knew him.

“Like what you see, bro?” James chuckled, as he flexed one of his arms. He definitely never came across as a cocky showoff, but I was too distracted by his flexed bicep to notice. I caught myself staring for a second too long, before feeling my face turn red hot. Me and Nathan knew everything about each other, but there was one thing I never told him. I was gay. To tell you the truth, I had a crush on him, but I knew I could never tell him to preserve our friendship. But now he looks even better, and he hasn’t made time for me at all. Now he really felt out of my league.

“I’ve been working out a lot lately. I’m glad you noticed.” He still had his signature smile, but it looked out of place on his new body. His face especially looked a lot more angular and masculine. A visible tan glazed over his body like a fresh coat of paint.

“Daaamn! You look great, dude!” To be honest, I wasn’t sure how to feel talking to him again. On one hand, I was happy to see him again, and, admittedly, a little surprised to see him like this. On the other hand, he ditched me this whole summer to hang out with some other guys. It felt so bittersweet.

“If there weren’t other people around, I’d let you…I mean uh, how have you been bro? I know I’ve been busy a lot lately. Sorry about that, dude.” We told each other what we did over the summer, and wow, was his summer more interesting.

As we caught up, I learned more about what he has been up to. Apparently, he joined a frat and he was hanging out with the guys there more and more. He promised that he’d bring me to a party sometime, but I was hesitant because I’m not much of a party animal. That lifestyle just isn’t for me. He also said he was thinking about joining our school’s football team at the request of his roommate, which I found even more surprising because Nathan never played sports in high school. I did track, but I was never that big into sports myself. Our conversation was interrupted as another guy entered the scene.

“Yo, Nate! Finally found you. You seriously need to get better at texting me back, dude. And who’s this dude?” The guy was wearing the same hat as Nate, so I figured he was one of his frat bros.

“My bad, bro. Brett, this is James. We go way back. James, this is Brett. He’s my roommate. We met over the summer and we’ve been hanging out since.”

“Alright, cool, bro,” Brett responded, clearly impatient and indifferent towards me. He dismissed me entirely, almost like I wasn’t worth his time. “You still going to the gym with me or what?”

“Sorry, bro. I just ran into him and we were catching up.” Nathan responded. “Hey, I gotta get going. We should get food sometime. Peace!” I watched as Nathan and Brett walked away in the opposite direction of me towards the gym. As they moved further away, I could hear Brett chastise him about something. This is the guy that Nathan ditched me for? I hope I’m wrong, but he seemed like kind of a dick. I know I was jealous of him for taking up my best friend’s time, but I didn’t trust him. As for me, I returned to the dorm to work on the assignment with my roommate.

The next time I saw Nate was that weekend, when I held up his promise to get something to eat. I tried to ask him about it earlier in the week, but he was doing stuff at the frat all that time. I was at least grateful that he took time out of his schedule for me for once. He mentioned that he normally doesn’t hang out with anyone who wasn’t in the frat, almost like they were some exclusive bro clique that I was excluded from. For once, it was good to hang out with him one-on-one without any of his frat bros getting in the way. I expected things to be like how they were before, but I couldn’t be any more wrong.

It’s not that I disliked the new Nathan, but I felt like we didn’t have much common ground anymore. It was like he was a completely different person. He didn’t seem to care that much about our old interests anymore. He didn’t have time for video games and he just wasn’t that interested in watching movies or photography anymore. All he seemed to care about was working out all day and partying all night. All he would talk about was some stupid stuff he or one of his bros did.

Plus, he told me he switched his major from mechanical engineering to be a personal trainer. It seemed like he just became a total gym bro overnight. The studious and witty Nathan that I loved kinda just seemed to be a stereotypical meathead now. The worst part was that I knew that this was the same Nathan deep down, and he still treated me the same even if he was a lot busier. I felt like maybe I was the problem since he was clearly still having a good time, and I wasn’t. Why do I feel this way?

I felt my mood change as we talked. Eventually, I figured it was time to cut off the conversation and return to the dorm, but Nathan definitely knew something was off. He texted me later that evening, asking me if everything was alright. To be honest, I wanted to make some lame excuse that I was feeling sick, but we’ve always been honest with each other, so I told him how I really felt.

Me: Nate, to be honest, I think I need some time away from you. I don’t hate you or anything, but it feels like we’ve been growing apart and I feel like you’ve become a different person. I feel like when I look at you, I don’t see the Nathan I’ve known for years, but someone else entirely.

I wanted to say more about how I felt about his new changes, but I didn’t want to escalate things.

Nathan: James, I’m sorry you feel that way about me. I felt like we had a good time today. I’ve grown and changed a lot recently, and I’ve realized a lot about myself, but I’m happy with who I am right now. I know I’m spending a lot of time at the gym or with Brett or my other bros, but I still care about you deeply, bro. You might be right though. Hanging out with you isn’t the same as hanging with the guys at the frat.

Me: Do you honestly see yourself as just a frat boy? You’re more than that. You’re my best friend. But now, you have more in common with the jocks from high school than the Nathan I knew. It’s hard talking to you now since all you care about anymore are your gains and partying. You’re nothing more than a meathead now.

Nathan: So that’s how you see me, bro? The reason I had been avoiding you is because I knew that you wouldn’t like seeing me like this. I guess I was right, bro. But trust me, I’m happy like this. I’m a lot more social than when I was when I was with you, and I’ve even become more in shape too. I care about our friendship more than you can possibly imagine, but I guess this is for the best. To be honest, I think it would be a lot of fun if you were here in the frat with me, but I know you wouldn’t say yes.

I didn’t bother responding. I could never picture myself joining a frat. I would never get along with his frat bro friends, especially Brett, who seemed to be the one he was closest with. I still couldn’t believe Nate would choose him over me. I wasn’t sure whether to feel angry, or sad, or disappointed towards him. I felt like he was wasting his life partying when he should be studying. To think this was the person I cared about more than anyone. It was at this point that I figured I probably wouldn’t have my old friend back. Or so I thought.

A couple weeks passed and I tried to move on from Nathan. I always saw him on his story drinking and partying late into the night at the frat house or posting selfies at the gym. He looked like he was fully embracing his new frat boy persona now. If he didn’t still care about me, it would’ve felt like he was doing it out of spite. As for me, I started to hang out with my classmates more and more, and there was even a guy I went on a date with. It was a nice date and I did like the guy, but for some reason, the thought of Nathan lingered in my mind. Even though I hated what he had become, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about him. I couldn’t deny how much he turned me on. Why was I still thirsting after a stupid fucking frat bro? One afternoon, after I returned to my dorm, I received a text on my phone. To my surprise, it was Nathan.

“Hey bro, can we talk? There are some things I need to get off my chest.”

I didn’t know what he could possibly want with me now. I suppose I can hear him out just so I can see what he wants. I went over to his room further down the hall, and thankfully Brett was not here to ruin the moment. Nate said that he was doing some preparations for some stuff at the frat. When I asked, he didn’t specify what though. It always feels like stuff at the frat is kept under wraps.

“Did you want a drink?”

“Sure.”

“Even if it’s beer?” A mischievous grin appeared on his face. Was he seriously offering me beer? I knew that alcohol wasn’t allowed in the dorms, but clearly that rule didn’t faze him. Obviously he knew how to get his hands on some drinks. To be honest, I had never drank alcohol before, but I figured this would be the easiest way to try it before I turned 21. Plus, it might alleviate the tension between us. Either that or make us fight like two drunkards in a bar.

“Sure, why not.” Nate went to get two bottles for us. I took my first sip and was disgusted by the bitter taste of the beer.

“You don’t like it? Neither did I at first,” Nate chuckled. “After a while, you get used to it.” Nate turned the TV on as we chatted. I apologized about what I said about him last time we talked, but he said it was no big deal. I felt like I was a little too harsh on him. It could just be the alcohol, but I found that I got along with him better than I did weeks ago. As we chatted, my body started to tingle. Was this how it felt like to be drunk?

“Hey, Nate. I feel kinda weird, but not like drunk weird. Is this normal, bro?” I asked. By this point, we both had two drinks each. I didn’t mind the taste of the beer the second time.

“Nah, you’re fine bro.” Nate responded, with a smile on his face. Compared to me, he appeared to be much more sober. “It happens sometimes, especially when you’re not used to it.” I figured he knew best, since he was the one drinking and partying all the time, so I ignored this foreign feeling rushing through my body. I felt as if my body was overheating as I felt my arms and legs throb and pulsate. Sweat was leaking off my armpits and down my forehead. There was part of me that knew that something was off, but it was drowned out by the alcohol. As I took another sip, I felt my arm spasm as I accidentally spilled some beer onto my shirt. Shit, I wasn’t expecting to do laundry later.

“Damn bro, you made a mess. You alright? Do you wanna change your shirt?” Nate asked. I nodded and he quickly went to his room to pick out something for me. It wasn’t the first time I had to wear his clothes. “Sorry about that, bro. First thing I found. Hope it fits you.” It was a stringer tank with Sigma Lambda Chi on it. I bet Nate looked like a walking symbol of the frat wearing that stuff. For some reason, the idea was kinda amusing to me because it seemed so over the top. I wondered how I would look dressed up like that. I’d probably look really stupid.

I stripped out of my wet shirt and changed right in front of him. I caught a whiff from my armpits, and I thought I smelled like a sweaty gym bro. The tank appeared to be a size up and it hung loosely on me. Still, it was better than nothing I guess. Despite that, it had a nice familiar smell to it though. It smelled like Nathan, but at the same time, it had a different flavor to it. He smelled a lot more manly than I remembered. I bet he wore it to the gym often.

Eventually, after my third drink, I went to go to the bathroom. My body was starting to ache, like I had just done a workout with Nate earlier. Workout…Was that what happened earlier? …I think so? Did we work out after class and come back to his place for some brewskis? For some reason, the events of today felt incredibly fuzzy to me. I was starting to forget the reason I was here in the first place.

I clumsily stumbled over my feet which looked bigger than usual. After I took a piss, I looked at myself in the mirror. Something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I didn’t always look that big, right? From a first glance, it looked like I was looking through one of those distorted mirrors they have at amusement parks. I had to have been really drunk at this point. I chuckled at the figure in front of me. At this point, I almost looked like one of those frat bros! I decided to flex my arms like they would, oblivious to the fact that they already grew just a little bit, before joining Nate on the couch.

“There you are, big man!” he said as he squeezed my muscles. I have been working out recently, I think. “I thought you passed out in there. Most guys don’t last that long for their first time, but you look good enough for another brewski.”

After downing our fourth drinks, the conversation took a different turn.

“Yo, James. I knew you said you weren’t too big on the idea of joining our frat last time we chatted, but how do you feel now, having thought things over?”

I remembered our last conversation. Honestly, I was so drunk that I didn’t remember why I turned him down in the first place. The idea that seemed unappealing to me at the time seemed like it was perfect for me at this moment. I didn’t even understand why I would be so reluctant to join. I needed to join more than anything else. I would do anything to join, even if I had to completely humiliate myself in front of my fellow bros. At this point, nothing was too extreme for me. The fact that Nate was in it was enough reason to join, so we could hang out more like we used to. Plus, I could get to hang out with all my other bros and drink and party whenever we want.

“I’ve given it some thought, and yeah bro, I’ll join,” my voice slurred as my mouth moved before my mind could. I had committed at this point. No backing out now. I’m a member of Sigma Lambda Chi for life.

“Sweet, bro!” He grabbed me on my far shoulder and pulled me close. “I’m glad you said yes, because I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes, bro.”

I closed my eyes as Nate went into his room to grab something. Did I actually agree to join his frat? I’m not sure what’s going on with me today. When he came back, I felt Nate press on my head as his “surprise” fit tight around it. “You can open them now.”

I realized I was wearing the same hat that Nate always wore, with his frat’s letters printed on it. “We’re gonna be matching now, bro. Isn’t that awesome? I know you’re gonna want to wear it whenever and wherever. But you’re wearing it wrong. Let me fix it for you, dude.” He turned the brim around so it faced my back. As my hat turned backwards, I felt my mind fog up and any tension or brain activity screech to a halt. I was unable to realize what I signed myself up for, unable to protest. My conscious mind was drowned out by the alcohol and this hat was like a lock, sealing it away. Not that I was against this, as a wave of pleasure surged through me. I felt my mind slow down, almost as if it was stuck in molasses, as my thoughts began to simplify. It felt good though...

I would follow the example of my fellow brothers. Look like them, think like them, act like them. Almost like a hivemind of bros, you know, bro? By this point, the changes were irreversible. Nate had turned me into another frat bro just like him.

“Everything worked out as planned, bro. You see, when you, my own best bro, told me you didn’t want to join the frat with me, I was actually really hurt. So I talked to Brett, and had him “work his magic”, to help me do to you what he did to me. I don’t like to lie to you, but it’s a frat secret, so now you get to know bro. Like I said, it’s a secret, so don’t talk about this with anyone.”

“Don’t worry about it bro. It’s all…uh…

Fuck dude, what’s the word…water under the bridge? Huhuhu…” I really had to think about that one. I found it harder to articulate and use complex words, as I mainly just spoke in bro-speak. To be honest, I wasn’t really that upset that he lied to me. He did what he had to as a member of the frat. I never stayed mad at one of my bros for very long.

“Now we get to be brothers for life,” he said as he gave me a big bro hug. We clung to each other like two giant masses of muscle. My huge biceps wrapped around his firm back as his did for me. Afterwards, he handed me my fifth drink and we cheered to me joining Sigma Lambda Chi. He laid down all of the rules, what everything was like, telling me about the coolest guys there, and so on. He said he’d bring me to the frat house and introduce me to everyone tomorrow. “They’re gonna love you for sure, bro. I’ve got an eye for cool bros like you.”

As it got later, and we moved on to drink numero 6, I felt myself get very tired as we both passed out on his couch. I woke up a couple hours later, and I looked out the window to see a pitch black sky. Shit, it was almost 10 PM and I had to turn in my assignment at midnight. But for some reason, I didn’t really care right now. I didn’t mind turning in assignments late as long as the teacher still gave me credit. I felt no different from the way I was a couple hours ago, just another Sigma Lambda Chi frat bro, but I liked it. It felt right to me. It was where I, no, where we belonged.

I looked down. Nate’s tank hung tightly to me now. It took me a second to notice my arms…Holy shit, they were fucking huge! I looked awesome, bro. As I admired my new body, Nate was still asleep, his hand on my meaty thigh. Just above that, my dick throbbed through my pants. Fuck, I was so horny for some reason. Eventually, Nate slowly regained consciousness.

“I usually don’t drink this much on a school day,” Nate said, still a little hungover as he rubbed his eyes. We sat in silence for about a minute before he spoke again. “By the way, there was another reason I invited you over. There’s something that’s been on my chest for a while.”

“Go ahead, bro. I can take it,” I responded confidently. My voice sounded deeper and more bro-like than usual, just like him.

“Here goes, dude. I think I like you, bro. Not like you, but I think I like like you. I know it’s hella gay, but I couldn’t stand to see you be so cold to me. That’s why I had to make you a bro like me. I’m sure you’ll love it here, bro. And hey, if you’re not gay, that’s cool. We can forget this shit ever happened and go back to being bros for life.”

At first, I honestly thought I was still dreaming. First, he turned me into a frat boy, and now, he was confessing his feelings to me? How crazier could this night get? For all my life, I thought he was straight. I remembered being glad when he broke up with his girlfriend two years back. I couldn’t stand her. When he joined Sigma Lambda Chi, I assumed he was 100% straight and that he was banging some sorority chicks every night. To think he felt the same way I did all this time.

“Bro, I like you too. When you stopped talking to me, I started to get kinda jealous. I didn’t want to accept you for who you are. But being your bro just isn’t enough for me, bro.” I leaned in for a kiss, my inhibitions still nowhere to be found. It was my first kiss and it was with the person I cherished most. I felt like I was in heaven. I didn’t really care that I was a dumb frat bro like him anymore. I never did. That shit was stupid anyways. But now, Nate fixed our friendship and made us closer than ever. I loved the taste of his lips against mine and I didn’t want it to end but eventually Nate parted our lips.

“Wanna fuck me, bro?” he whispered in my ear. A flirtatious smirk was plastered on his face, and one of his hands was still wrapped around my neck. This was real. I nodded as he took me to his bed. I had never done this before, but I’ve seen plenty of porn, so I knew what to expect. He laid down on his back and stripped naked. I never felt this aroused before. My dick even looked bigger than it used to be. I was so pent up that I felt like I was holding this load in for months. I guess frat bros really are as horny as they say. I lubed up my larger cock before sticking it into Nate’s hole.

My serpent stretched out his tight hole as he had clearly not seen much action down there until now. I pounded his ass as my dick went in and out of him. In and out, in and out, in and out…It was a steady rhythm, my dick was like a metronome. My hands clung to him as I held him in place, pinning him to his bed. My hands ran all over his shoulders, broad and muscular, built like a football player’s. We both felt absolutely euphoric as our deep, masculine moans filled the room. The moans were loud enough that the students on the other side of the wall could easily hear them, but I didn’t care about any noise complaints as I fucked him harder and harder. After half an hour of fucking, he both hit our orgasm at almost exactly the same time. I ejaculated inside his tight hole, my hot, sticky seed flooding his insides as Nate came all over his abs. At this point I was exhausted and still hungover and I basically fell on top of him on his bed. We were both panting and out of breath.

“I knew you were a good fucker, bro.” he whispered seductively as he kissed me. We stayed in that position for several minutes until we heard the door open.

“Yo, Nate! Did you do it? How did it go?” a voice asked, shouting loudly from the other room. I recognized the voice as Brett’s. He peeked into the room, witnessing the two of us cuddling together naked. To be honest, I thought he would’ve been grossed out. Guess I had the wrong idea about him.

“Better than expected, dude,” Nate responded. He didn’t seem to care that we were both naked in front of his roommate and that we just got back from our trip to Pound Town.

“He looks way better this way, don’t you agree, bro? But man, dude, now I know why you wanted him to be a pledge so bad. I was wondering why you wouldn’t fuck any of those sexy sorority babes. More for me, I guess.”

A week passed and by then, I joined the frat officially. Me and Nate started dating shortly after, but none of our bros minded. It didn’t matter if we were gay, we were still brothers. I also learned how Nate met Brett. He was taking a tour of the campus over the summer and he ran into Brett who was recruiting people for the frat. Brett took a liking to him and kinda took him under his wing like some sort of mentor and they started hanging out since he only lived a town away from us. Brett was our age, but he had more seniority and authority because his older brother Brad was very popular within the frat. Turns out Brett and some of the upperclassmen knew how to turn guys into the ideal bros for their frat. They wanted to bolster their numbers to make Sigma Lambda Chi the biggest and coolest frat in the state, with the biggest bros and the biggest parties, and naturally both me and Nate were chosen. Not that either of us minded. Nate joined the football team with Brett and some other guys in the frat, and the rest of us would go watch them play every game. Our section of the stadium was always the loudest and rowdiest, especially when one of our bros scored a touchdown.

Apparently I grew a ton during the night that I was with Nate, but I was too drunk to notice just how massive I had become. It must’ve been something in the beer, huhu. I started working out with Nate and Brett, and sometimes some other bros too. I even ended up changing my major. I chose business because my bros said that it was the easiest shit ever and I wasn’t feeling psychology anymore. I didn’t really feel like thinking much anymore and I found that focusing on education so much was a chore and that I was wasting my college experience. I’d rather be partying and drinking or hanging out with the bros at the frat house, watching sports, playing video games, or playing ball outside. I got to see why Nate grew to enjoy this lifestyle so much, and I was mad at myself for not seeing his point of view sooner.

Three years later, me and Nate are still dating and we’re set to graduate this semester. We’re thinking about getting a place in the city not too far from campus, probably with Brett and another friend of ours to save money on rent. We’ll probably still throw parties every weekend like we used to. College was such a memorable experience and I wish I could live it again. I only have Nate, Brett, and all my other bros to thank for making college awesome for me.

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mrscarmenbearzatto · 3 months

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nurse cupid | carmen berzatto

claire and carmen used to date. you work under claire, and are now dating carmen. what a fucked up triangle ─ 1.33k cw: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used

Ever since you were young, you knew you wanted to be a nurse. Every career day at school, your answer was the same: "I want to be a nurse and help people!" usually written in yellow crayon.

So, managing to score a job in an ER in Chicago was a dream come true. You loved Chicago and your charge nurse, Claire, was one of your closest friends. Emphasis on was. That was before you and Carmy met.

Carmen Berzatto. The boy you met through Syd, one of your oldest friends. After weeks of back and forth flirting, you and him finally asked for each other's numbers and set up a date, much to Syd's apprecation since all he talked about outside of work was you and if you were stopping in.

Claire only found out about your relationship with Carmy after he insisted taking you to work one particularly snowy morning, leaving you with a goodbye kiss.

That day, she gave you more work then usual. More charts, more patients to watch over and check on, and that was on top of your usual work load. Plus, everytime you asked her a question she gave an exhausted sounding sigh and explained it to you like you were a child, with a condescending tone in her voice.

"Claire." You walk over to her, setting the charts (filled out) down on the desk. "What the hell is your issue with me today? You've been giving me your patients and frankly, your attitude towards me is passive aggressive. If there's something I did, tell me what it is and I can fix it." You request.

Her pager beeps as she hums. "The chief wants to see you." She says, beginning to walk off, and you follow her.

──

As soon as you stepped foot into the chief’s office, you knew what was happening. One of the ladies from HR you’d met once before, the chief, and Claire. Sat around a coffee table.

“Hi Y/n. Glad you could join us.” You know that’s HR talk for “glad we summoned you, let’s tell you what you did wrong.”

You sit down, noticing the look Claire gives you. It’s almost a glare.

“Mm. Can I ask what this is about?” You question.

“Well, Claire here has a feeling that you’re trying to shove a personal relationship in her face. I understand you are dating her ex and she just feels that-”

“That you’re basically trying to remind me of what Carmen and I went through. What we once had.” Claire cuts Aileen (the woman from HR) off, tilting her head at you as she waits on a response.

You stare at her, actually letting out a mix of a scoff and a laugh. “I’m sorry? Claire, Carm and you broke up nearly a year ago. Why are you still hooked on him?”

“This isn’t about me. You knew damn well I’d be at work this morning when he dropped you off.” “It was freezing cold! He didn’t want me walking or taking a cold train, so he offered to drive me since it’s on his way to work. He gave me a kiss and I never even brought it up to you.”

“Ladies!” The chief cuts you both off. “Aileen has agreed to investigate this further. Y/n, refraining from engaging with your boyfriend for respect of Claire’s feelings would be best.” He encourages.

You actually have tears in your eyes from the frusturation, your hands shaking from where you sit. "I'm sorry, can you excuse me for a moment?" You ask softly, standing up before they answer and practically running out of the room.

You barely make it out before you hear the office door shut, not by you but by Claire. "Y/n-"

"What the hell did I do to you, huh? Is this because Carmen and you broke up, or maybe because I didn't come running to you asking for your permission before I began dating him? What is it?" You question, throwing your hands in the air before slapping your hands against your side.

"Don't blame me for this. You're the one who had to go and act like a.. like a school girl bitch and put your relationship with him near me." She scolds. The tears you had been fighting back actually start falling at that, as you wipe them quickly. You shake your head, as you push past her and the flood of doctors.

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Cold air be damned, you cross your arms over your chest as you lean against the brick wall outside. Ambulances soar past toward the ER exit, but you don't pay them any attention. It isn't until a familiar car pulls up in front of you that you actually look up.

"Hey, pretty girl. You okay?" Carmen's comforting voice asks, getting out of his car with his coat in hands, putting it over your shoulders. His heart breaks at the sight of your tears, nose red from probably the cold and crying, a frown matching yours.

You bury your face in his neck, only moving it to speak. "Claire saw you drop me off this morning and reported me to human resources. Then called me a school-girl bitch for 'putting our relationship near her'." You answer, your voice soft.

He nods slowly, trying to keep himself calm near you. "Why don't you go get in the car, huh? I'll go grab your stuff from inside." He asks, taking your hands in his. You smile. "Thanks, Carmy. Just behave yourself, please." You request, before climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

He watches to make sure you're safe in the car before he goes inside, fists clenched at his side. Behaving himself was something Carmen had never enjoyed doing, so why would he?

He spots Claire almost immediately, walking over. "Carmen-" She begins.

"Claire. What the fuck is your problem?" He cuts her off, staring at her. "Y/n has done nothing to you. If you're pissed about how we left things, that's fine. But you have zero right to harass my girlfriend over how I’ve moved on. I suggest you do the same.”

He doesn’t wait for a reply, instead making his way up to the chief’s office. Knocking on the door and waiting for the faint "come in", Carmen steps into the office and clears his throat as his jacket hangs off one arm.

“Hi, sir. My name is Carmen Berzatto, I’m-”

“I know who you are, son.” Ed, the chief, says with a nod. “And I know why you’re here. And I’d like to only say this once, so I’d appreciate your listening. Y/n is a fantastic employee as I'm sure she's a fantastic partner. I hate to see that girl crying. So, allow this to be a warning.." Ed stands, circling the desk and sitting on the edge, arms crossed right in front of Carmen.

".. If you hurt her, and I find she comes into work again crying because of you, I will end you. Are we clear?" Ed asks, and Carmen immediately asks. "Yes, sir, thank you." He says.

Carmen made his way back to the car, finding you in the frontseat, staring at the radio. He sets your bag in the backseat, climbing into the passenger's seat. "Your radio is all weird." You mumble.

He laughs, placing a kiss on your head. "I'm sorry about Claire. I should have told you.. I promise I am gonna spend the rest of the day making it up to you." He says.

You smile at him. "As long as I've got you, I don't care, Carmy. It isn't your fault."

He grins. "Well, you've got me for as long as you'll have me."

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It doesn't shock anyone when you're moved to a different unit a week later, this time one where your boyfriend didn't date the charge nurse that would harass you. At least if they did, Carmy would be there to comfort you.

Like he always is.

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sataraxia · 10 months

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jerk.

earth42!miles x fem!reader

summary: you haven't heard about him for a whole week, what a 'jerk'. (wc: 3.9 k, kinda short and a dumb blurb)

warnings: cursing, a kind of suggestive? line at the end.

a/n: it's the first time i publish something so maybe it's kinda bad idk, and also this isn't angst miles is actually the best man ever pls i just wanna hug him. aand english isn't my first language so pls pls let me know if i spelled something wrong!

"I heard that kiki was invited to prom in the most romantic way possible, I'm so jealous."

"oh god, yeah, I wish I had a boyfriend like hers, or well, just a boyfriend".

You were biting your nails right now, looking everywhere but at your friends, what a topic, huh?

“hey, your boyfriend already invited you?”

And there was the question, you just looked lazily at them “uh, sure”

The truth was that you hadn't been talking to Miles for a week or so, and this was exactly why.

You always understood that maybe he didn't like a lot of things about high school, and you never complained about it, but this time, it was something important to you, and he didn't seem to care.

"baby, it's just a dance, I don't understand why you're acting like it's such a big deal." he said while not even looking at your direction.

"maybe it's a big deal that you're being a jerk about this."

Yeah, that conversation didn't end well, you haven't heard from him since.

The thing was, you don't do a lot of couple things publicly, and it's slowly starting to affect your mind, maybe he didn't want to be seen with you, or someone couldn't see him with you, the thought alone causing you to shiver.

You spent the rest of the day distracting yourself with your friends and your homework, secretly waiting for a message from him to appear on your phone.

It did, but definitely not what you expected.

miles <4: 'i’m back in town, wyd?'

Oh.

You didn't know whether to be happy that he wasn't ignoring you, or angry that he didn't give the last discussion more than a thought.

You decided not to let it go this time, and not even look at the text.

Of course, that was stupid, but so were you.

It wasn't more than two hours, he was already knocking on your window, and once you let him in, he just looked at you, deeply.

“wanna’ tell me what’s up with you, darling?”

That was not affectionate, he was annoyed, mocking, you realize.

“nothing.” you couldn’t look at him when you were lying, he knew that.

“i thought you were the one who opted for that communication bullshit, cmon.”

“where were you?”

“work” the tone was defensive, almost secretive, it was always like that when he mentioned something about the prowler, you never talked a lot about it.

“you could have told me”

“thought you didn't want a jerk talking to you?”

“yeah, but you’re still my boyfriend, Miles, we argued, and I didn't hear about you for a whole week.”

“sorry.”

That's what made your veins boil the most, he was never mean, disrespectful, or a jerk.

He always knew when to say sorry or when he had done the wrong thing, that meant he didn't really care about the problem that kept popping into your head, he didn't see it like a problem at all.

And that only made you feel dumber, maybe you were overreacting, again.

“it’s okay, i just missed you”

That's all you had to say for him to look at you with those eyes that made you feel like the most special woman on earth, that made any insecurity disappear just as the space between your bodies did.

“i missed you too.”

Of course, he stayed the whole night with you.

The next afternoon, when you entered your room, you saw a package on your bed, with a note on top of it

“I couldn't go to prom if my girl wasn't wearing my color, be at your door by eight o'clock.

luv ya, miles.”

Inside the package was a beautiful dress, vibrant purple, obviously.

This was definitely the man of your dreams.

+bonus:

Eight o'clock, and he was with his motorcycle at your door.

"you are breathtaking, love" he said and you approached him to give him just a little kiss, while smiling.

"thanks for all this, but I thought it wasn't a big deal?" a smirk adorned your face.

"it was a big deal if you were calling me a jerk about it" you grabbed his waist as you settled on the bike.

"sorry about that." a little peck on the cheek.

"you'll have time to apologize to me, don't worry:"

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chimielie · 7 months

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cw f!reader , mild fraternal violence , atsumu’s terrible lying skills

“I know something you don’t know,” Osamu singsongs, standing in the doorway of their shared bathroom and peering over his brother’s shoulder at his reflection in the mirror.

“Yeah?” Atsumu grunts, yanking a comb through his hair and glaring back at his twin. “Spit it out, shitty ‘Samu. I got places to be, you know?”

“Ouch, don’t shoot the messenger,” Osamu drawls, leaning against the doorframe. “I know that you have a date tonight and you think you’re being sneaky about it.”

“Do not,” Atsumu scowls immediately, dropping the comb and turning around, because he is the worst liar ever. “I don’t even—what are you—I’m taking myself on a date, how about that, it’s called self care, ever heard of it? Huh? Okay? Huh?”

“Okay,” Osamu says, “You’re wearing a tie.”

“I can wear a tie if I want to,” Atsumu sneers, fiddling with it.

“Last summer, at Uncle Jun’s wedding, Ma had to literally threaten to shave your head to get you to wear one.”

“I’m a man now,” Atsumu sticks his chin up, examining his jaw. “I can wear a tie. Hey, did I miss anything while I was shaving?”

“You don’t have any facial hair to shave. And you have a hickey right there.”

“What? Seriously? Where?” Atsumu panics, turning back and forth.

“Ha, I got you—hey!!! Don’t hit me, asshole! I’ll tell Ma!!! And you—you left your fucking bouquet out on my desk, by the way. I told you to stop putting your stuff—no I swear I’ll kill you get offa me get off!—on my desk just because yours is too messy!”

“It was there for five seconds! You left all your laundry on my bed the other day—“

“Where was I s’posed to put it, the floor?”

“Your closet!” Atsumu roars. “Oh, shit, what time is it?” He drops his brother’s shirt collar abruptly.

“5:30,” Osamu says, dusting himself off. “What time you gotta be there?”

“She’s walkin’ over here now, probably,” Atsumu says, rushing back to the bathroom. “Fuck, well since you know, can I use your cologne?”

“It’s the same one you have?”

“It’s better, I don’t know,” Atsumu argues. “Just gimme it, it’s like one spritz.”

“Fine,” Osamu grumbles. “Hey, ‘Tsumu, I know something else you don’t know.”

“What,” Atsumu rolls his eyes as he walks around, frantically shoving his keys and wallet into his pockets, picking up the bouquet—delicate red and white flowers, not bad, scrub, thinks Osamu.

“This ain’t your first date,” he says smugly.

“What are you, Sherlock Holmes?” His brother says. “How d’you figure that?”

Osamu mock-stretches before counting off on his fingers. “One, you never walk home with me and Suna anymore. Two, there’s some flowery shit that appeared in our shower, and I know I didn’t buy it, and you’re not walkin’ around smelling like lavender and honey, so you’ve gotta be sneakin’ someone in. Three, you came to practice two weeks ago with an actual hickey, y’know, when you kept missing sets ‘cause you were in such a good mood.”

Atsumu blinks at him, finally lost for words.

“And,” Osamu says, tone somewhat gentler. “You seem a lot happier lately. Less, y’know, hard on yourself. Whoever it is, I think she’s good for you.”

“Thanks,” Atsumu says, swallowing roughly. “You’re so sappy.”

“Says the guy holding the flowers.” And trying not to let his eyes water over, but Osamu doesn’t say that bit. He can spare some of his brother’s dignity.

“It’s our six-month anniversary,” Atsumu says quietly. “Please don’t tell Ma yet, okay? She’s always on about volleyball bein’ enough of a distraction from school, I know she thinks dating is too. I just wanna—I want her to like my—”

He says your name just as the doorbell rings.

“Her? You’re dating—?” Osamu’s tone is incredulous. “Hold on, you can’t go yet. She’s like a million times out of your league—”

“I know!” Atsumu beams at him. “Keep your mouth shut or you’ll regret it. Tell Ma I’m sleeping at the dorms with Suna. Bye!”

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rainylana · 21 days

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Preachers daughter

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: eddie is becoming obsessed with “plain jane”.

warnings: based around the character/artist of ethel cain. language, reader is described as thin, brown hair/eyes and very plain and boring. eddie describes her as “ditzy” and “weird”. hints of physical abuse/bruising. talk of religion and christianity, church. reader is starved of attention. some angsty shadows around the edges, some fluff here and there. Slight smut, reader tries to give Eddie a blowjob, hints of sexual abuse.

a/n: my first fic in months!! leave me some love and let me know what you think!! also, if this gets enough love and positive feedback i might make another part!

You never spoke unless spoken to, had a plus marks in grades. You never smiled. You had few friends, a couple girls you sat with a lunch, but no one you hung out with outside of school. Eddie had started watching you when senior year came along. He didn’t know why. You hadn’t changed that much. You looked the same, acted the same. You were the same boring, plain Jane. That was what everyone called you. Plain Jane. You tried to not let it hurt your feelings.

Eddie hadn’t interacted with you much. Nodding a hi in class, waving at you on the bus once or twice. Offering an apology if he’d ran into you in the hall. But never really a conversation. He’d spoken a full sentence to you once in the nurses office. His nose had been bleeding from a punch, while you had been in there from a stomach ache. You both had sat in that little room with ice packs and a mint.

He was starting to become obsessed with you, the gang pestered him about it, laughing at him. He always talked about how mysterious you were, wondering why you never spoke. “It’s like she’s amish or something? Did she used to be amish?” He’d asked one day.

He wanted to know more about you, but how? He couldn’t exactly strike up a conversation with you. You barely reciprocated back the words. When the day came when you both finally had an actual interaction, it fueled the fire in his belly, his growing desire to get to know you, to understand why he liked you so much. Right now, he still didn’t know.

On the way back from Hellfire, it was starting to cloud up very darkly. A storm was brewing, and from the looks of it, a bad one. Eddie’s radio was cranked to the max, a new single out by a band he had yet to know the name. He wondered if other people would discover his songs like that one day, by a band they had no idea who’s name belonged to it.

That’s when he saw you, on the side of the road. He knew it was you from the long, brown dress that fell down to your calves, black flats and hair laid straight down your back. Plain Jane. “The hell?” He muttered under his breath, pulling up slowly and rolling down his window.

You stopped abruptly, startled by the oncoming vehicle, looking up to the window, the driver, with wild brown eyes.

“Need a ride, y/n?” His hand laid on the crank of the window. “Looks like we got a hell of a storm coming.”

You looked up to the sky, the wind blowing hair into your mouth. “I’m not supposed to ride with strangers.”

“We’re not strangers.” He chuckled. “You’ve known me since second grade.”

You gave him a look, a long one, holding your gold cross necklace before you eventually nodded, opening up his van door and climbing inside. He offered a hand to you, but you managed inside fine without it.

You lived about five miles north of his place on the outskirts of town, the baptist church, your fathers church, also being a mile from town. Your father was the only preacher in town to have children. The relationship with your parents was complicated. You idolized your mother, loved your father and brother. At the end of the day, that’s what was important and nothing else.

Three minutes into driving. Eddie couldn’t take the silence anymore. “So strangers, huh?” He forced a laugh to break the silence. “You consider me a stranger?”

You looked over at him, confused and in a daze. “No. But you don’t go to church.”

“So?”

“Daddy doesn’t want me to associate with people who don’t believe in God.”

“Who says I don’t believe in God?” He defended, hand on the wheel and other lighting a cigarette. “Just because I don’t go to church doesn’t mean I don’t believe in God, Y/n.”

“Do you?” You said curiously, eyes on the cigarette.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders, blowing smoke out the window. “I don’t not believe in God. I have bad luck as is. I don’t need God pissed at me for not believing in em’, ya know?”

His words didn’t make much sense to you, but regardless, you nodded and kept quiet. It wasn’t in your best interest to pry uncomfortable conversations. However, being the daughter of a preacher meant that students, your peers, liked to confess to you when they had problems. One day, Chrissy Cunningham had needed to get something off her chest, worried she was going to go to hell for smoking weed under the bleachers. You didn’t feel like Eddie needed this kind of treatment; counseling.

Eddie held out the cigarette for you to take, to which you politely accepted. It didn’t surprise him. He knew you smoked. He caught you one day underneath the large oak tree by lovers lake. He’d shocked him almost to his knees. He figured it was your only source of rebellion. He didn’t tease you for it.

You inhaled and exhaled, feeling ten times more relaxed as you breathed in the smoke. You handed it back to him. “Thank you.” You said softly. “It’s nice of you to take me home.”

He waved his hand nonchalantly. “I’m not gonna let the reverend’s daughter walk home in a storm. I probably wouldn’t get into heaven, would I?” He smirked over at you.

You couldn’t help but smile, tucking a hair behind your hair. The corner of his eye caught your hands, purple bruising around your knuckles. He stared at them for a moment, eyes bouncing between you, your hands and the road. They were angry and red, dark around the bone. It looked painful. He gave you one last look, a confused, strange one, before turning his eyes back to the road. How did you hurt your hands so badly? It looked like you’d been beating a punching bag all night long. He forced it out of his mind to stop thinking about it. It wasn’t his business.

“So,” Eddie cleared his throat. “You got big plans this weekend?”

“I’m going to read.” You answered plainly.

“Fun.”

He was kicking himself for being so awkward. He’d been thinking of you for months now, wanting to get you alone so he could understand why you had gotten under his skin. It’s not like you were drop dead gorgeous. You weren’t ugly by any means. You were pretty. But pretty like other girls he went to school with? It’s not like you shared similar interests. Hell, he wouldn’t know. You’d never share your interests with anyone anyways. Your hobbies consisted of reading the bible and sewing on the front porch.

Thunder began rolling in, rain hitting the window shield. Eddie turned on his wipers, quickly rolling up the drivers side window to avoid getting wet. You were looking out your window to the sky, bringing up a nail to bite.

“Scared of storms.” He noticed your habit of anxiety.

“No.” You shook your head. “I love them. I’m hoping for a tornado.”

He gave you a weird look, nodding. “Okay.”

You hoped the storm would destroy your home and everyone in it.

You swallowed back bile and pushed the sinful thoughts from your young mind, taking away your finger and down to your lap. Lightening struck.

“Shit.” Eddie cursed. “Maybe we should pull over. Shouldn’t drive in this.”

You stayed quiet, fingers mentally crossed the storm would worsen. You loved storms, the danger of it all. It could end your life and that excited you. It was up to mother nature whether you lived or died.

“There’s a boat dock with a shack up ahead. Reefer Rick’s place. He’s outta town.” Eddie spoke louder over the pelting rain, which was turning to hail. You both ran to the shack, your feet splashing in muddy puddles that dirtied up your pale legs.

You both panted when you got inside safely. You were cold, wrapping your arms around your freezing body. It was dark and musty, covered in cobwebs and mold, empty paint cans and boxes ruined from the leaky roof. You were warmer running out in the rain.

“Here.” Eddie held out his hellfire jacket to you.

You shook your head. “No, thank you.”

“You’re gonna get yourself a cold.” He kept his arm out stretched. “Come on, you’ve got less layers on than I do.”

“No, thank you.” You repeated. “I don’t like the…well, the logo of your club on the back.” Your cheeks blushed red in embarrassment, hoping not to hurt his feelings after saving you from the icy storm.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Suit yourself.”

Eddie fixed himself comfortably against the wall, huddled up in a little corner, breathing into his hands to warm himself up. You shivered in your spot, arms crossed and feet shuffling to stay warm yourself. “How long do you think the storm will last?”

“Thought you liked storms?” He didn’t look up at you, yet he still smirked slightly.

You swallowed and turned away to look around some more, hoping the movement would keep you from going into hypothermic shock.

An hour later and Eddie had managed to build a fire in a metal trash can that was cut in half. Rick had kept some wood and news papers in the closet, so Eddie used that until he had a descent fire roaring to give off satisfying warmth. The storm really wasn’t letting up. Eddie, was beginning to grow agitated. He’d been waiting months to spend time with you, understand you, and you would barely speak to him.

“How’d you do on the english test?”

It was hypocritical of him to talk about, or show interest in grades when he was riding the fine line of a D and F, but he was tired of the silence.

You sat a few feet away from him, curled up in yourself, his jacket thrown over your shoulders. He insisted you wear it when he heard your teeth start to chatter. Your dress was slightly damp, but growing more dry by the second, your hair ratted.

“I did okay.” You said meekly.

Eddie couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “You sure don’t say much, do you?”

You looked up to find him staring at you inquisitively. “I don’t have anything to say.”

“I think you have plenty to say, actually.” He corrected you, pointing a mud clad finger. “I think you’re just afraid of what people will think.”

“I know what people think of me.” You clasped your cross necklace. “They call me “plain Jane”.” I’m sure you’ve heard it before.”

He had in fact, yes. Even called you the term before, several times.

“It doesn’t matter to me, though.” You shook your head. “Only one person really judges us in the end.”

Eddie looked uneasy at the thought of being judged by…God. He looked you over, swallowing as he shook his head. “Fuckin’ hell.”

His language startled you. “What is it?”

He laughed, shaking a hand. “It’s just…I don’t know. I thought maybe it was fate that I got to pick you up today, so you know…we could get to know each other better.”

You gave him a strange look. “But you already know who I am.”

“I mean,” He stressed in annoyance. “I don’t know, take you out on a date or something? Damn.” He cursed, shaking his head like this was the absolute worst thing he’d ever done.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted. “Me?”

He nodded, leaning back and crossing his arms. He looked like he was a five year old pouting. “I get it if you’re not interested. Just tell me rather than sit there with your mouth hangin’ open.”

You closed it automatically, swallowing nervously. You were completely astonished. You never knew that Eddie had those kinds of feelings for you. Eddie was just…Eddie. He was always there causing mischief and trouble, picking fights here and there. But now that you sat and thought about it, there were many of times you recalled catching his eye in the hallway or the cafeteria. He was handsome. You liked his hair, though you knew your father wouldn’t approve of how long it was.

Your father wouldn’t like this, but he didn’t like you either. There wouldn’t be any chance of being able to go out with Eddie, not being able to risk him seeing the both of you together.

“Maybe,” You started, taking his jacket off your shoulders. “Maybe we could have our date here.”

“Here?” He craned a brow. “In this shack? Would be the cheapest date I’ve ever been on.” He chuckled, scratching above his eyebrow. “So you’re interested then? You’ll go out with me?”

Your smile turned into a frown, your guilt and fear sinking in. Eddie was a man, and just like any man, only wanted one thing. Surely a date was not a date. It was a date. You supposed you didn’t mind, after thinking about it for a moment. You didn’t mind the idea of sleeping with him. It excited you actually, but not anymore than the idea of being taken out, treated like a real lady.

“Alright.” You nodded.

He smiled, clapping his hands together. “Good.”

Five minutes past. No one had said anything. You assumed he wanted you to make the move. You startled him when you crawled over to him. “What are-” Was all he’d gotten out before you were climbing into his lap to roughly kiss him. It was all so sudden, and his body was having a hard time registering what happened. He couldn’t keep up with you.

When he did, he cupped the back of your head and slipped his tongue into your mouth, your own saliva dripping down his chin. Your hand slipped from his chest to his belt, but before you could undue it, Eddie’s eyes opened and narrowed. “Whoa, now,” He chuckled, pushing you back gently. “Slow down.”

“You don’t like it?” You looked hurt. “I thought-”

“Well, yeah,” He chuckled. “I liked what you were doing, but all in good time sweetheart.”

It was so fast and so sudden, everything that had happened. Your heart was still racing from making out, your body still wracking with building pleasure. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize.” He scooted up against the wall. “It’s okay. I just want to take you out on an actual date. I didn’t mean I just wanted to fuck you in this old shack.” He snorted, teeth shining in the dark. He looked so amused, so interested in you.

“O-oh.” You stammered. “I didn’t know.”

“Is that okay?” He asked you.

“Oh, yes, yes,” You rushed, glowing red. You didn’t know how dates worked. You didn’t go on them. You weren’t allowed to leave the house very much anyways. You weren’t sure what excuse you’d be able to come up with to get away, but surely you’d come up with something. You were sneaky, after all. Had to be.

Eddie could tell by your body language that you’d never been asked out before. As dirty as it was, that excited him. When the rain stopped, he helped you up, put out the fire and drove you him. He never stopped thinking about your hand on his chest, and neither did you.

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ashipiko · 17 days

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—NIKO CIMARRON

All information on Niko Cimarron ATM! Will most likely be updated ☆

—MORE UNDER CUT

BASIC INFORMATION:

Class: 2-A

Birthday: October 24

Height: 176cm

Dominant Hand: Right

From: Land of Pyroxene / Shaftlands

Club: Film Studies (visits on occasion, inactive member)

Favorite Subject: Magic Analysis

Best Subject: Animal Languages

Likes: Making a profit

Dislikes: Getting outsmarted

Favorite Food: Berries / Berry flavored things

Least Favorite Food: Anything too hot

Specialty: Balancing on the line of lie and truth

GALLERY:

VOICE CLAIM:

YUU’S INTERVIEW:

— Scarabia Dorms - Niko’s Room —

for easier reading, all yuu dialogue will be in italics and all niko dialogue will be in a normal black font instead of green.

There you are. Surprised you came to visit me, Carrots.

> You know what I’m here for, Niko.

> Why are you surprised?

No need to act like that. Interview, right? Or should I say an interrogation? If you wanted to hang out with me, you didn’t need to hide around the bush, you know…

It’s cute seeing you all dodgy, but still. ♡

> I think it matches your vibe.

> You’re one to talk.

Yeah, yeah. How many questions do we have planned for today? Don’t take too long, now. I’ve gotta start pumping out those treats for my profit.

…Oh. No need to worry about a pen and paper, I’ve got one for you.

> I didn’t expect for you to be so prepared.

> (…They’re cuter than expected.)

Something something about matching the vibes… They’re modeled after an old movie about cops and so, interrogating. Figured you’d like them. A carrot for Carrots. It’s cute.

It’s about time to start though, huh?

> Yeah.

> No more wasting time.

INTERVIEW: START!

1. Can we get some basic info about you from… you?

A second year Scarabia student who’s a fox beastman. I guess I’m what you’d call a charmer, thief of the heart, man of your dreams… I’ve heard it all. But the real name’s Niko. Niko Cimarron. My surname means “Wild”, so you could call me Mr. Wild if you like that too. Heh, actually, it’s a business thing, so I guess you’d only call me that if you bought my products… Say, Carrots, you feeling like you need a snack? I have some lefties if you’d like.

> No thanks.

> Why not?

They’re tasty, I prommie~.

2. Speaking of which, what are your “pawpsicles” made from? How do you make them?

Those little things? Why, I’ll let you know I put my blood, sweat, and tears in those treats. Makes me happy to see other people happy, like the faces on a thaumark. To make ‘em, it’s just some tasty berries from the school grounds that get mushed up to get juice, where they go into a mold and freeze up. It’s hard work! I’ve gotta walk so many steps around the school and all across campus… You’re lucky you never saw me in my first year. Took me a while to get used to the schedule… Though, I’m a well-organized man now, I’ll have you know. It’s good for the public image.

3. You’re from the Shaftlands, aren’t you? Do you have any connections to Vil, Cater, or Jack?

Connections? I have them with everyone, really… though I don’t think those three are really aware I came from the same place as them. To be fair, the Shaftlands is a pretty big area. People even go as far to call it a utopia.

If anything, I’ve talked to Diamond more at NRC than anywhere in the Shaftlands. Is that because I never even saw him once? Maybe. So I can’t say about back then, but I can enjoy a good conversation with him now. He’s a good customer and a good influencer. Back then, he got me a good chunk of costumers off of a Magicam post, so I’ve got to give it to him. Who knew people could just follow trendy things at the drop of a hat? Crazy, right?

Vil is a major celebrity, and Jack, I didn’t even know existed ‘till this year. I’ve got nothing to say about Mr. Hardhead, but I’ve had my fair share of talks with Vil. When we were kids, I got a wave from him once… It was great bragging rights. Heh, he kinda freaks me out now though. The reason why I don’t actually participate in club activities. He’s probably too high of a standard for a lowlife like me, so it’s not something that bothers me anyway.

4. You don’t seem to have a Unique Magic. Any reason why?

Ah. Magic? A little bit of a sour topic for me, Carrots, ow… I’m just a late bloomer, is all. I’ve got magic in me, but I never played around with it when I was younger, so I’m way more rusty than all of the other guys here. It doesn’t mean I don’t know the brain stuff, though. Just inexperienced.

If I’m being dead honest, it’s kind of a miracle how I got into NRC. I guess they wanted the fox vote, huh? Heh.

5. Not sure if I’ve seen you around a lot with one particular person. Is there a secret someone?

Secret someone? Getting jealous, are you? Haha, I would’ve never taken you to be the type!

> Not the focus of the question.

> That’s not…!

It’s your fault for wording it like that. You’ve got to watch your words, Carrots. Well, the business life is a cold one, isn’t it? Being around a bunch of highschool guys isn’t really the “ideal” grounds for making business partners either, so it is what it is. At least this way, I get all the profits, so I don’t mind. If you want, I can save a spot for you by my side. ♡

> Again, no thanks.

> Maybe after I get a break from all the things this school brings.

Keep me in mind~.

6. Our last question. You say a lot of random stuff. People get annoyed with it pretty often. How do you feel about that?

…? Oh, you picked up on it, huh? Heh, I mean… I guess I could come clean. I think it’s interesting you haven’t walked away from me yet, y’know. Usually people aren’t into this stuff.

> You are annoying, but…

> (Would it be mean to say something?)

I appreciate you, Carrots. A little too much than I’d like.

Usually people don’t really like the stereotypical foxiness I bring to the table. They run away because I’m either something they don’t wanna get mixed up with, or just something they don’t like. I think you’re a weirdo who’s looking for entertainment when you come into my room and talk to me like this.

…But I guess that just means that you like the way I talk to you, right? You can’t get enough? Is that what’s happening here? ♡

> For a second, I thought you were going to need some comfort, but I guess not.

> Really, it’s fine, Niko…

Don’t pretend like your cheeks aren’t a little red. I like the reactions I get out of you. ♡

Is that all you wanted? Yeah? Alright, we’re done here, then. Hand me the pen, would ya?

> It was nice being able to talk to you like this.

> (That was a quick turnaround.)

…Yeah. Hurry on up, shouldn’t you be studying up on actual things worth studying? Live up to that Smarty McSmart Pants title. Bye-bye now~.

INTERVIEW: END!

> (I feel like Niko’s more than meets the eye.)

> (I feel like Niko’s… hiding something.)

TRIVIA:

Niko is actually magicless. Not entirely, as he does have some running in his blood, so he didn’t lie, but it’s not enough where he can successfully conjure spells. Because of this, at NRC, he often has to get by with con-artist type excuses and acts. It works most of the time, as he has Crowley’s support. For now, he’s getting by with the excuse of being a late bloomer, but I’m sure suspicions are beginning to rise… Perhaps, if this were to be found out that he’s unable to conjure spells, he would be kicked out of NRC.

He made it to NRC after being dared to attempt to con his way in by his magicless best friend. His name is not noted, but he’s a very angry and violent French fennec fox. Niko is often bullied by him.

He can be considered a fan of Vil.

Niko enjoys the pop genre a lot, but is embarrassed to admit it.

Despite being a playboy, Niko is easily flustered at the thought of someone making moves on him.

Even though he doesn’t want to, he feels obligated to play into the deceitful foxiness of himself, because that’s what people naturally expect of him. It stops them from getting curious about him, as it seems like they’ve already got him figured out.

He says things that are considered shallow, like flirting or bargaining because he wants to get a reaction out of people. Niko does small things like this for small reactions — enough of these small reactions will fulfill the same satisfaction of seeing someone he loves flustered or happy, he thinks. In truth, he knows it won’t amount to much. Niko tries to satisfy himself enough so that he won’t need the real thing.

Niko feels very guilting for deceiving everyone at NRC, especially the prefect. Even still, he doesn’t have the heart to tell them that he truly doesn’t belong here, taking up a spot possibly for somebody who deserves it much more.

Niko’s way of thinking suggests that if he acts distasteful enough, it will cause people to stray far away from him. He believes that he really is just a lowlife fox, but the truth of his actions is something he think people would hate him for most; living in a lie. Because of this, he acts like a playboy and an annoyance in attempts to get people to stay away, preventing them from finding out the even uglier truth of him.

Additionally, he’s afraid to have the truth leak out because he doesn’t want to leave NRC. Though he doesn’t have much, he doesn’t want to lose the little bit he does have.

Even still, Niko craves for someone who will take time to understand him. Which is why he’s so attached to the prefect.

More to be added!

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thedevilspearl · 1 year

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➛ what happens in the shower

a/n: so i really love the idea of using the scent of the person you love in order to feel close to them, like perfume or shampoo. so when mc and lucifer make the next move in their relationship, they’re both too embarrassed to admit what they have done in order to feel closer to one another.

tags: 2.2k words, lucifer x female reader, male and female masturbation, minors do not interact!

“so….you’re finally making the big move, huh?”

lucifer isn’t phased by his brother’s prying. in fact, he is more than used to them getting involved in his business, be it professional or personal.

you, however, are taken aback by mammon’s question and his nonchalant tone when he asks, as if he was expecting this all along. clearing your throat after choking on your orange juice, you glance towards the head of the table expecting lucifer to have your back and announce the news himself.

but his mind is occupied by something else, it seems, and you finally confirm the brothers’ suspicions.

“y–yeah,” you stutter. “i’m moving into lucifer’s room….officially.”

“took ya long enough,” mammon whines. “you guys aren’t as good at sneaking around as ya think! ya should’ve asked the great mammon for a lesson or two. i’m an expert in sneaking around.”

“that’s a lie,” asmo deadpans. “you’re the last person she should take lessons from when it comes to sneaking around. i, for one, know everything about secret love.”

“not that it was a secret, anyways,” satan chimes in. “everyone knew you two were together, arguably before you knew about it yourselves.”

the table erupts with snickers and you look to lucifer again for any form of comfort. breaking the news may have meant little to the brothers, but to you, it meant a lot to finally announce yourselves as a couple making the next move in your relationship.

but lucifer, again, is distracted by something else. he eyes his brothers one by one with narrow slits as he chews slowly on his breakfast. he’s speculating something….something you don’t want to concern yourself with as of now.

so you join in the casual conversation with the others whilst finishing your plate, leaving lucifer with his own thoughts.

the eldest, on the other hand, cannot rest his mind until he has found the culprit.

he smelt it as soon as he entered the dining room this morning. a familiar scent, manly and expensive. he can recognise his luxury shower gel anywhere. it wouldn’t be the first time his brothers borrowed his shower gel. but there was an unspoken rule, even with mammon, to always ask before using.

and as far as he knows, nobody in the last twenty–four hours so much as mentioned his shower gel. yet, it’s the only thing he can smell this morning.

he’s so lost in his thoughts, fantasizing about how he will make the culprit confess and what punishment he will thrust upon them, that he doesn’t realise when you and his brothers begin packing your bags and setting off for school.

he even misses the chance to walk you to school himself, the opportunity stolen by one of his brothers. a heavy sigh escapes him as he finally leaves the house of lamentation no wiser to who actually used his shower gel.

EARLIER THAT MORNING...

you moving into his bedroom has been on lucifer’s mind lately.

you’ve been sleeping there every single night, even if it took some sneaking around to get yourself into his warm, silk sheets. some nights, you’d be there before he retired from his study only to find you sound asleep on his side of the bed.

lucifer dislikes mess but whenever he sees your clothes strewn about his room and filling up his wardrobe in an uncoordinated manner, it fills his heart with comfort more than disdain.

and he would usually prefer his mornings and nights alone with his classical music winding him down, finding solace in his own company. but never once has he been irked by your presence during his alone time.

so, when lucifer wakes up this morning with you snuggled into his chest, his heart melts at the sight and more so at the realisation that you’re more or less living in his bedroom now.

having claimed it as your own in every way other than in writing, he wonders if it’s time to mention it and clear up any lingering misunderstanding about your….situation.

while his mind is whirring away trying to configure the right words to approach you about it, your sleepy frame shifts in his hold and your eyes flutter open. with a yawn, you rub the remnants of sleep from your eyes.

“morning, luci.”

oh, how lucifer could drown in your sweet voice.

“good morning, my love. did you sleep well?”

“i always sleep well when i’m with you.” you hum with a smile and bury yourself further into his body.

“about that…” he knows it’s too soon in the day, let alone the morning, to bring up the topic but he knows if he doesn’t do it now, he’ll grow to anxious and avoid the conversation completely. “have you thought about moving here permanently?”

“hm? but i already live here…”

“i mean,” he inhales to stop his little chuckle at your sleepiness. “moving into my bedroom.”

“oh,” you take a moment to ponder. “well, that would be nice. i don’t want to overstep, of course. and only if you’re comfortable with it.”

“my love, if i was not comfortable, you would not have been sharing my bed with me for the last few months. besides, most of your things are in here so it would only make sense to move in here completely. that is….if you want to.”

“of course, i want to,” you lean up and place a kiss on his cheek. “thank you, luci.”

his heart thrums with excitement. “well, that’s settled. let me know if you need help moving your things over. but i doubt you’d need any since most of your things are already here.” a smug smile dresses his face.

no one could ever understand how much happiness he’s experiencing, not even you.

“does that mean i can use you shower, too? it’s so much nicer than mine.”

“of course, my love. what’s mine is yours now. forever.”

“oh, luci…”

“now, now. don’t get teary so early in the morning or we’ll be late for school. go take a shower and i’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast.”

he sends you on your way with one last kiss and you skip into the bathroom, spinning giddily and you switch on the water, letting it run before stripping your pyjamas. you step in when the water turns hot and melt under the warmth.

but you’re eager to see lucifer again, missing him even though he’s just downstairs making breakfast for everyone. if he were with you right now, so you could hold him and feel safe in his arms. simply being able to smell him would make you happy.

the thought alone has you grabbing lucifer’s shower gel. he will certainly be mad but you’re too far gone to care. if it makes you feel close to him, it’s worth it.

with your back against the tiled wall, you pour the gel over your body, giving your tits a squeeze as foam begins to form. lucifer’s rich scent covers your body and your skin tingles in response, as if the shower gel on your skin were his own hands tracing every inch of you.

your skin burns and it’s not from the water, but from the desire to have lucifer touch you and tease you, to claim your body as his and show you otherworldly pleasures.

but you and lucifer are at an odd place in your relationship. comfortable with sharing a bed every night but not quite ready to make the next move intimately. as much as you’d wish lucifer could make you feel good, you only have yourself to relieve your neediness this morning.

taking your lip between your teeth, you swallow a moan as you fondle your nipples, using your thumb and forefinger to tease and flick them. the wetness of the shower makes it easier to imagine lucifer’s hot tongue playing with them as he looks up at you with hooded eyes.

your hand reaches between your legs, spreading the foam to your pussy. you brush over yourself, back arching already with heightened sensitivity. your fingers slip between your fold and you rub in slow circles.

you’re no longer concerned with washing yourself in this shower, but to devoting your morning entirely to lucifer despite him not being there. you can think of only him as you become more desperate for release.

ensuring you give your breasts attention, you keep one hand on them, cupping and squeezing them while the other works between your spread legs, rubbing erratically on your sensitive clit.

“ah!” you gasp, feeling your orgasm approach you quickly. and you don’t relent as a wave of pleasure washes over you. your knees tremble, about to give way as you’re overcome with bliss.

it takes minutes to relax from the tension of your orgasm but when you can finally stand on stable legs, you wash away the shower gel with an embarrassed hope that lucifer won’t realise some of it is missing.

LATER THAT NIGHT...

an entire day goes by in an instant, filled with many activities. classes were normal, save for a little trouble from the brothers. but you were always there to help lucifer keep them in line.

water gushing against lucifer’s back elicites a deep groan from him. a hot shower is exactly what he needs right now.

with hands against the steamy tills, he holds his body up with aching muscles. another long and busy day had drained his energy and he craves your presence to ease his body and mind.

he’s about to reach for his bottle of gel before he pauses, eyes caught by a pop of colour. he picks up the bottle which was placed next to his and reads the label. some fancy, floral shower gel.

his heart warms and cheeks burn hotter than the water rushing over his body. you finally brought over your things to his room. you’ve officially moved in.

lucifer is overwrought with happiness that he pops open the bottle for a whiff of your scent, hoping it would make him feel close to you.

and it works, albeit, a little too much.

his body reacts in an instant, blood rushing to his cock and he should feel ashamed that an erection is his first instinct in response smelling you. but you smell so good and he can’t help himself.

nothing can stop him as he spills some into his palm, running it under the water before rubbing over his chest, allowing lather to form and your scent to fill the bathroom.

“fuck,” he pants and runs his hands down his torso over his defined abs, moving slowly to his cock. “what are you doing to me?”

he’s ashamed; no one has ever had this much control over him. even when he’s alone, he can hear your voice ordering him to stroke, using the lubrication of the foam to ease himself to a state of complete relaxation.

up and down, he jerks his cock slowly, allowing it to harden before he decides to grip himself tighter. his moans are strangled, unable to escape his throat as he tries to keep the noise to a minimum.

one hand is splayed on the wet tiles, bones and veins popping through his flexed muscle and skin as water drips from his body.

while his other hand pumps faster, harder; he can’t stop himself. he’s desperate for release, imagining you in the shower with him, on your knees stroking him and sucking him. oh, how he wishes his fantasy was reality.

he’s engulfed entirely in your scent and you are the only thing on his mind as thick ropes of cum spurt from his raging cock. thrusting his hips into his fist, he rides out his orgasm, letting himself release over and over again.

his raspy moans and gasps are drowned out by the sound of running water and he collapses against the wall, letting the last of the foam and cum wash away.

when lucifer finally plops down beside you in your now shared bed, you embrace him immediately. he doesn’t have a chance to shift into a comfortable position before you lay on top of him, limbs wrapped around him so tightly that he’d never escape.

not that he would try to escape; this is heaven to him.

he brushes your hair to the side as he asks you about your day, breathing into your neck to smell the smell he loves so much. only, the smell of his own shower gel fills his nose.

“hm,” his voice rumbles, fatigue evident. but there’s softness in his tone now he can finally relax with you. “you smell like…”

you stop him immediately, burying your head into his neck to hide your burning cheeks or else he’d figure out what you’d done in the shower this morning. but when your nose grazes against his skin, you’re met with a sweet and fresh scent, one that reminds you very much of the shower gel you placed in the bathroom hours ago.

did he….?

you can’t bear to look up, or to even speak. never had it occurred to you that lucifer would do the exact same thing. his body stiffens beneath you and he’s silent, knowing that you know his little secret, one that he just so happens to share with you.

your hearts thrum against each other’s chests, but neither of you say a word. and you prefer it that way because you are far too embarrassed to have this conversation. and lucifer feels the same, silently accepting the new unspoken rule between you.

what happens in the shower, stays in the shower.

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ham-st4r · 7 months

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RELATIONSHIPS - L.HS

Pairing: heeseung + female reader!

Warnings: smut, protected/unprotected sex, crying, fluff, angst.

Summary: After your ex breaks up with you, you find yourself in a depressed stupor, crying yourself to sleep night after night, and one night, you go to the grocery store to stock up on more tissues and junk food. To your surprise, you run into an old friend, and for the first time since the breakup, you don’t cry yourself to sleep.

Wordcount: 3,280k

Note: Random late-night post is not proofread, and may even be a little rushed, but nevertheless, I hope you guys will like it. Happy reading! <3

A quiet pant falls from your lips as he snaps his hips at a fast pace, leaving you utterly breathless. Despite his quick thrusts, you find yourself still lusting for more. “Faster, heeseung,” you cry out with your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you grip onto the bedsheets while your friend fucks you.

Yes, your friend, if you could even really call him a friend. You hadn’t seen him for a few months, and you just happened to stumble across him while you stocked up on an unhealthy amount of tissues and ice cream, attempting to get over your ex who suddenly walked out because, in his words, he “lost feelings” just the thought makes you feel sick cause how the hell can you lose something that was never there to begin with if he could break things off with you without so much as a single tear you were convinced he never loved you and that you were just a simple time pass for him to use you until he didn’t want you anymore.

And what proved your suspicion of him never loving you was when you saw him attached at the lips with some other girl whose name you didn’t even know, not to say it matters, you just couldn’t believe the audacity of him you weren’t even crying cause he left you it was more the idea of all the time you wasted on him and the thought of never talking to the man you once loved ever again.

“Y/n! Long time no see,” a male voice interrupted you, stealing your attention away from the tub of strawberry ice cream you were just about to grab.

It’s been a while since you saw him last, but you could recognize his soothing voice with your eyes closed. It was heeseung, the guy your best friend tried to set you up with before you started dating your now ex. It’s not like you didn’t find heeseung attractive, but you knew so little about him, and by that time, he, who shall not be named, was already making advances towards you that you didn’t refuse cause at the time you thought he actually fucking cared about you. “Heeseung, hey!” A smile adorns your face, but truth be told, it’s a little forced because as soon as he opens his arms, you pull him into a side hug, and your smile immediately fades.

“It’s been a while,” he says and releases you with a fond sigh escaping his pink pouty lips.

“It has,” you reply awkwardly. “Just been busy with stuff, work, school ex’s, you know how that goes,” you say, shoulders deflating. As soon as you mention your ex, you avoid heeseung’s soft gaze and pick at a piece of plastic on your box of tissues.

“Oh,” he sympathizes with you. “I’m sorry to hear that.” he lowkey wasn’t sorry. That prick of a man that looked like someone had left him on the side of the road was no longer your boyfriend. His broke, ugly ass never deserved you anyway. However, he did feel sorry for you.

“Thank you for saying that.” you find yourself smiling slightly. It was nice hearing that someone actually somewhat cared.

“So what are you in here for? Just tissues?” He says with a compassionate smile while pointing at your tissue box, knowing exactly why you were buying them.

“And this,” you add and open the freezer door to grab your ice cream.

“That bad, huh?” He asks when you grab the large tub, and you simply nod your head. “Here you can put it in here with my stuff since it’ll be cold” he offers before you could protest he already had his stuff put aside in the cart so yours could fit in.

You happily put the cold container of ice cream in his cart along with your tissues.

“I just need one more thing,” he mumbles as you trail beside him.

“So I was thinking if you want to, maybe we could catch up sometime, maybe not now cause you’re not feeling good, but maybe sometime later, maybe?” The wheels on his cart make a slight squeaky sound as he turns down the aisle, and he cringes cause he said maybe way too many times just now.

Your eyes dart over to him for a second, and when you saw the hopeful look on his face, it was hard to say no, especially cause the last time he texted you, you left him on read. “Sure you still have my number?”

“Yep,” he was quick to say while casually grabbing a box of condoms from the shelf. He was embarrassed to buy them in front of you, but he was just getting what he needed. He wasn’t going to make another trip to the store just so he could keep his sex life a secret from you. Besides, it’s a plus cause he was being responsible.

You tried to remain calm and keep up with your unfazed attitude, but when you saw the size, he bought, it was damn near impossible for your mind not to wander to places it shouldn’t have been, especially since you just broke up with your ex not too long ago and for god's sake, you were a grown adult, and here you were acting awkward about him buying condoms. “Hey, I was thinking,” heeseung starts out, his voice pulling you from your once lustful thoughts. “I’m cooking dinner tonight, and you can come over only if you’re down, that is.” he stops at the register, scanning your items along with his.

“Take this!” You tried to give him your card, but he just ignored it, leaving your hand hanging in mid-air until you gave up and dropped it to your side.

“I got it, and don’t worry, I’m not like those creepy dudes that expect something in return,” he cooly swipes his card, not even batting a lash at his total.

“Well, thank you.” you were still kinda uneasy about him paying for you, but you trusted him cause he was your best friends friend, plus he said he wasn’t creepy, so bonus points and as for going to his house for dinner you’re sure you could work that out.

Dinner wasn’t the only thing you worked out heeseung was giving you more than enough of a workout as he pumped you full of his cock with perfect strokes inside your wet cunt. “You want it faster?” He groans, arm veins popping out as he holds himself up above you, ramming into you until his thighs smack against yours and little sweat beads trickle over his freshly washed sheets.

“Y-yes, please.” A hot breath escapes you, and you gasp when you feel his tip hitting spots deep within you that you didn’t even know you had.

Heeseung would be lying if he said that when he found out you were single again, he wasn’t thinking about getting to know you better and asking you out.

He still remembers the date you and him were supposed to go on, but it never happened cause you said no, obviously because you were interested in someone else, and of course, he didn’t mind that, but it just sucked that he got to you too late.

There were times he still thought about you, hence why he texted you, but when you didn’t answer, he didn’t want to pressure you and come across as a desperate weirdo. He had hopes of seeing you again, but he didn’t expect that to be tonight, and he definitely wasn’t expecting to use the condoms he had just bought.

But thanks to whatever higher being that was out there, tonight was his lucky night, and he wasn’t going to take it for granted.

“Fuck y/n,” he sucked in a breath obliging your wish and fucking into you faster until his bed started to squeak.

After dinner, he invited you to stay and watch some TV, offering you a glass of red wine in the process.

With nothing else to do, you agree you would rather be hanging out with him than sitting at home in bed and crying all night.

An hour later, the sound coming from the TV faded into nothing but background noise as he listened to you telling him about what happened between your ex. He reassuringly patted your knee and comforted you as you finished your story. “I’m sure there’re a lot of guys out there that wouldn’t pass up on a beauty like you.” he smiles, which in turn makes you look at the TV as a distraction from the way he looks at you.

He was so handsome that just making eye contact with him could make anyone blush. “Apparently not,” you sigh and give him the best smile that you could possibly muster. Before your boyfriend, you hadn’t been approached by very many men, and that did make you feel a little undesirable, especially after your ex broke up with you, and just hearing him say that made you feel better.

“Well then all the men you encounter must just be stupid” he chuckled and sipped the rest of his red wine before placing his cup back on the glass table in front of you both.

“Must be,” you laugh sadly and curl up on the sofa. Making yourself comfortable, he takes notice of your sad face and attempts to cheer you up.

“Don’t feel bad. I’m not taken either, and look at me.” he stands up, striking a pose and another and another until he succeeds in making you laugh before plopping back on the couch. “Don’t feel bad. Being single sucks, I’d know,” he laughs. “But that doesn’t mean you’re any less attractive or undesirable. It just means that the people around you have no idea what they’re missing out on.”

“Or we’re both just undesirable.” he looks at you and stares for five seconds before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“That too,” he says once his laughter dies down. “Fuck relationships, right?”

He leans back and turns his head to look at you, and in that moment, you wondered if it was fate that he had seen you shopping alone in the store cause ever since he invited you to his place, you hadn’t thought about the pain of being broken up with instead you just remember him making you laugh a lot not to mention the dinner he cooked was absolutely amazing.

“Maybe they’re not all bad,” your voice drops a little above a whisper as you trace your index finger along his thigh. You’re not even sure where that came from, but at the moment, it felt right, so you decided to go with what felt right. “Right?”

He stiffens a bit but soon relaxes cocking an eyebrow. “Maybe not all.” he looks at your exposed leg and places his palm over your knee, stroking it softly.

You knew it wasn’t because of the alcohol content in the wine, but you needed something to blame for your next actions as you straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

Heeseung does his best to hide his shocked reaction by smiling softly and naturally placing his hands on your hips. “Do you want to find out?” You question and play with the little hairs on his nape.

“Are you saying you want to try with me?” He whispers, and you can’t help but smile when you hear him gulp and the way his eyes shake.

You bend down and lean in slightly to whisper in his ear. “Fuck me, and I’ll tell you” You grab his wrist, placing his palm over your core.

That was the bold move that got you to where you are right now.

Laying on your back and your friend plowing into you like there was no tomorrow. “You feel so fucking good, y/n,” he moans, gripping your thighs to add more strength to his thrusts.

“Please,” you whine, nibbling on your lip as you feel every inch of your walls being stimulated to the fullest. “H-heeseung,” you feel goosebumps form on your damp skin as your legs quiver from the sheer pleasure. “Cum in me, heeseung, please,” you beg him as you feel yourself getting close.

He twitches at your words alone. Nothing sounded more appealing than the idea of cumming in you raw, but at the back of his mind, he knew it wasn’t the best idea. “Are you even aware of what you’re asking me for?” He grits his teeth, holding off his orgasm as long as he possibly can.

“Yes, want to feel you, Want to feel all of you” You dig your nails into his biceps, clenching around him simultaneously, and the contrast between pain and pleasure could have made him cum then and there.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says with no warning in his tone whatsoever, nor did he look away. He couldn’t. You looked too fucking small and cute below him for him to look away, and how could he say no to your sweet face and puppy eyes while you begged for his cum?

“Please, heeseung.” That was the final straw. He had no ounce of strength left to say no to you.

“Fuck it,” he murmurs, pulling out just long enough to discard the condom somewhere in his room before lining himself up with your hole and pushing back in slowly. “Oh my god,” he groans once he sinks back in, and the feeling of you wrapped around him raw and warm was unlike anything he’d ever felt before the fit so snug and tight.

Your mouth parted open, and you nearly went cross-eyed when you felt him deep and raw. Don’t get it confused. He felt amazing before, but without the condom, it was pure unadulterated pleasure. “Oh, heeseung.” You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer so you could feel him deeper.

“This feels so much better,” he chuckles as he slows down the pace so you both can feel each other fully.

“So much better.” you lock your hands behind his head, pulling his face closer to attach your lips together.

He leans up on his elbows, eyes fluttering open as he looks at you seriously. “Are you sure about this?” Now that the heat of things had died down a bit, he wanted to make sure it was what you really wanted.

“So sure,” you breathe against his lips. “Are you sure?” You asked him cause if he didn’t want to, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

His hips tell you the answer before he does as he gradually picks up the pace. “So sure,” he smiled, and you’d think after pausing, the mood would have shifted, but it hadn’t. If anything, it was far more needy and desperate, your hands tangled in his hair, teeth clashing together in a messy kiss, and it was only a matter of time before you both fell apart. “So precious” he kisses your shoulder your jawline forehead and lastly your lips.

It wasn’t a comparison, and it’s not like you were thinking about your ex when you were with heeseung cause it was far from anything like that, but the way heeseung made you feel was otherworldly. It was everything you could ask for when it came to sex, and the way he touched you so delicately was what you craved in a relationship.

He placed his hand between your thighs, touching you where he knew you needed him the most. “Fuck!” He smirks at your reaction and buries his face in your neck, sucking gently, occasionally flicking his tongue and pressing kisses on your pulse point as he sends you further into bliss. “Heeseung, I’m gonna cum” you say breathlessly, chest rising and falling uncontrollably as your walls squeeze him as tight as possible.

“I know,” he whispers and kisses your cheek. “Me t-too,” he stutters, and you feel him twitch, letting you know he’s just a few seconds away.

“Cum in me” Those are the last words spoken between you as you pull him in for yet another kiss, and you both fall apart together.

Your loud moans mix with his low grunts both your minds completely blank and empty of everything else as you get lost in the pleasure between your bodies exchanging fluids with one another as indescribable euphoria washed over you both.

After riding out your highs, he attempted to break the kiss, but you didn’t let him, pulling him back to get one more taste of his strawberry-pink lips. “Y/n…” he says in between kissing you, but you still don’t stop, and neither does he, despite feeling lightheaded from his high and the lack of oxygen. “Y/n,” he gives you a second warning, and finally, you pull away and give him some space to breathe properly. He laughs breathlessly as his head falls into the crook of your neck. You smile softly.

He leaves little pecks all over your neck as you scratch his back lightly, and he couldn’t help but think about what you said earlier.

“So?” He says into the quiet. Once he catches his breath, when you don’t respond after a few minutes, he takes it indifferently, and he props himself up, kissing your forehead as he pulls out, making a mess on his bedsheets. “I’ll get something for that,” he says shyly before putting on his underwear and going to the bathroom, grabbing some wipes to clean you off.

His words were ringing in your ears so much that you didn’t realize you hadn’t even answered him.

You didn’t necessarily regret having sex with him, but you did regret that you led him on without even thinking about the outcome.

“Hey,” he smiles, sitting down on the edge to wipe the mess between your legs.

“Heeseung,” you say dreadfully, and you felt like shit for what you were about to do, but you had to. You couldn’t get into another relationship right now, not when you were so out of it and emotionally unavailable.

He forces a small smile already knowing your answer. “It’s okay, y/n. I get it, I really do.” he clears his throat. It’s not like he wasn’t expecting you to reject him, but it sucked even more hearing it out loud.

After cleaning you up, he went back to the bathroom, disposing of the wipes. “Damn it,” he whispers to himself. He was really hoping to at least just get one shot with you, but the world never seemed to do him any favors. “Since it’s so late, you can stay, and I’ll sleep on the couch.” He says once he shuts off the bathroom lights and enters the bedroom.

“Heese-“ he turns his back to you, grabbing spare blankets out of his closet.

“I insist,” he interrupted you, and you felt even more like shit.

“Thanks, heeseung,” you whispered and tucked yourself into his covers.

“Don’t mention it, y/n. That’s what friends are for,” he winks before saying goodnight to you.

Even though you rejected him, he was still just happy he could be there for you and help you feel better, and yeah, it sucked and even hurt his heart a little bit, but he’s been loving you from afar for a long time, and he’d continued doing just that.

“Goodnight, heeseung.” You rolled over on your side, hugging his blankets to your chest with nothing but a heavy heart.

“Night, y/n,” he whispers sadly and closes his door, a deep sigh falling from his lips. “Yeah, fuck relationships.”

FIN

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munsonkitten · 9 months

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Eddie locks his ankles behind Steve’s back, thighs squeezing his sides, and holds him there.

“Stay inside,” Eddie whispers.

“Okay,” Steve breathes, shaking but easy. So soft and so sweet.

He’s still shaking, just resting against Eddie as they try to breathe together.

“You okay, Harrington?” Eddie whispers. He runs his hands up and down Steve’s sides, over the scars that match Eddie’s.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Steve whispers, muffled into Eddie’s collar bone.

Eddie’s hands still, he freezes. Still blanketed under Steve’s trembling body, Eddie takes a deep, shaking breath.

“Pussy was that good, huh?” he jokes. Because there’s no way Steve meant that. There’s no way he even said it, nah, Eddie’s just hearing things.

Hearing things he wants to hear.

“No,” Steve says. He lifts his head. “I mean, yeah. Your pussy’s great, man, but no, that’s not — I just had to tell you, okay? It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but you know, I have to be honest because we just… did all that, and it would be wrong for me to not tell you.”

“After we—” Eddie starts, but then all the words catch right up to his brain and he pulls Steve in for another kiss, so heated and full of all the words Eddie wants to say back.

Steve’s still inside him, still covering him with his body. It’s so hot in the room, and Eddie feels gross, but none of that matters because Eddie may feel gross, but he’s loved. Loved in a way he never has been, and that’s—

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie laughs. He thinks he might start to cry, thinks he might be already. “I mean, hell, I think I’ve been in love with you since, like, middle school, so there’s that.”

“You didn’t even know me,” Steve points out.

“Didn’t need to. Knew you were pretty,” Eddie whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “What about you? When did this revelation hit you?”

“At Reefer Rick’s,” Steve answers immediately.

“Oh yeah? Which time?”

“The first time, man. When you had that bottle pressed to my throat. Fuck, all I could think was that you were wild. Wild, but scared, man. Like an animal that shouldn’t be caged, I don’t know.”

“What the fuck, Steve? You’re telling me we could’ve been doing this the whole time?” Eddie jokes.

Steve shrugs. “Didn’t wanna scare you off. You, uh, you’re doing better now, than you were then, and even just, a few weeks ago, you know? And if I would’ve—”

“I would’ve ran,” Eddie realizes.

Steve shrugs. “I would’ve waited longer, you know. Just, you were lying there in nothing but a pair of fucking cut off shorts, squirming, man. You were squirming and whining, and fuck, you would’ve seen how hard I was if I didn’t say something first to beat you to the punch.”

Eddie laughs. “Can’t believe I got you that worked up.”

“You’re a fucking dream, Eddie Munson,” Steve says. “And I don’t wanna wake up from this one.”

And it’s fucking cheesy, it’s so fucking cheesy, but Eddie finds himself smiling, his grin overtaking his whole face. He can’t stop it, can’t contain it, doesn’t fucking want to.

“You sure know how to sweep a guy off his feet,” Eddie teases.

“Did that actually work?” Steve asks, his grin matching Eddie’s.

“Consider me swept, Harrington,” Eddie says with a wink. “My feet are thoroughly off the ground.”

Steve kisses him again, and he moves them, slipping out of Eddie’s messy cunt, but not letting him go, not going far. He grabs the joint and the lighter off Eddie’s nightstand and lights it up again, taking a hit before passing it over to Eddie. They lay on their sides facing each other, Steve’s arm slung over Eddie’s waist.

“Hoping to get me horny again?” Eddie asks as he brings the joint to his lips.

Steve laughs, ducking his head to hide himself in Eddie’s neck. “I’m hoping I’d get a second round without it, but hey, if it works, it works.”

“Don’t worry, baby, you can have as many rounds as you want,” Eddie promises.

Something has definitely changed between them, but strangely, as Eddie lays in his bed beside Steve, smoking the rest of the joint they were working through earlier, it feels like nothing’s changed at all. They’ve been in love with each other this whole time, been living in each other’s pockets for the entire summer. Steve’s seen Eddie naked before, he’s helped him bathe, helped him change his bandages, helped him brush his hair, and makes sure he’s eating.

All these acts of kindness have never been because they’re just friends, and Eddie knows that now, and he thinks he knew that before, too. He kisses the top of Steve’s head, noses against his sweat damp hair, and holds him closer.

Soon they’ll have to get up and clean up, to wash away the evidence of what they just did, and they’ll get in the shower together, not for the first time, but for the first time when they both know what it means, and Eddie will hold Steve close, and he’ll ask Steve to call him angel and sweet boy, and—

They’ll clean up later.

Now, though, he whispers a quiet, “Yeah, I love you,” and holds him tight, and hears the same three words whispered back.

excerpt from strange as angels on ao3

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Further With You 💚 (Ominis x F!MC)

I'm back with more Ominis one shots! I've got two more coming up after this as well so hope you guys are ready for an influx in Ominis love!

This one is based off a delicious Thirsty Hour post from the wonderful @greedyforgarreth.💕 It was this post specifically. I couldn't get the imagery out of my head and needed to write something surrounding it.

Tagging my Ghostface partner in crime @myrachondria cause I know you love my Ominis content! 💕

Further With You - Ominis Gaunt x F!MC || Summary: Ominis and MC are in a brand new relationship. After keeping things innocent this whole time, they decide to take things a little further. (Sorry the summary is crappy but this fic is 10% plot 90% smut!) 2.2k words

Warnings: Characters aged up, 18+, and in 7th year || NSFW || Smut || 0ral || f!ng3r!ng || Minors DNI ||

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The cold winter air was refreshing as it hit her face, one hand pushing open the door that led outside, while her other hand tugged on her boyfriend’s hand, leading him along.

Ominis let out a soft chuckle. “Now darling, where are we going in this cold weather?”

She dragged him a short distance to a little corner in the Transfiguration Courtyard. The normally busy courtyard was empty due to the cold snow that littered the ground as well as the air, but the heat they were both feeling overshadowed any feelings of cold they would have had. She pushed him against the wall, slamming her lips into his. The kiss was rough, wet, and sloppy. Her hands were in his hair as his came to her waist, pulling her closer, as if she could get any closer, her body already flush against his. He pulled away for a moment to catch his breath. “Someone couldn’t wait, huh?” He teased.

“Is that a complaint? I can stop, you know!” She teased back with a bite to her voice, which excited him.

Ominis brought his head forward, catching her lips with his as they resumed. It had only been a month since this had started, and Ominis still couldn’t believe his luck. After pining for her all of sixth year, she was finally his, after he had mustered up the courage to tell her how he felt. To his surprise, she had spent her year pining over him as well, also being too scared to admit it. Now, they were a month into a beautiful relationship, and Ominis felt like the happiest man alive.

She was the one to pull away this time. He heard a small sigh fall from her lips before she spoke.

“I actually brought you out here to talk to you…as well as kiss you!” She laughed, but Ominis could hear the nervousness that accompanied her laugh. He felt her place a hand to his cheek, softly stroking it. “I know we’ve only been together for a month, but…I really want to…take things further with you…I…I’m ready to take things further.” Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest as she finished her sentence.

Ominis’s heart, on the other hand, felt like it had stopped. “Take things further” he heard her voice repeat in his head. Although they loved each other deeply, they hadn’t gone very far with each other yet, at least not physically. They did snog, a lot, almost too much according to Sebastian the numerous times he caught them in the Undercroft or in numerous little hidden corners around the school (like the one they were in now). They had also done their fair share of over-the-clothing activities - Ominis’s hands were very familiar with the size and squishiness of her breasts, and she thoroughly enjoyed grinding herself against his clothed cock, leaving him with a boner he had to desperately will away before someone noticed. But they had never gone any further than that.

“Further…?” Ominis whispered, the naughty thoughts flooding his brain left him breathless.

“Yes, further, as in, the things we’ve already been doing, but maybe more…naked.” He could hear her confidence rising as she spoke. “And maybe we could do some things we haven’t tried before…also…naked.” She let out a small laugh that made Ominis melt. He leaned in to give her a quick kiss before he took her hand. This time he was the one leading as he held out his wand, allowing it to guide him back inside and towards the Undercroft, which had become their spot to spend alone time together.

They were stopped on their way there by Garreth, who begged for her quick assistance with a brew he was working on. She agreed, promising Ominis it would be quick. But the quick detour turned into a several hour delay, as they kept getting interrupted by another one of her friends needing a favor everytime they finished helping someone. He always loved her willingness to help those around her, but right now the personality trait couldn’t be more frustrating.

When it seemed as though she had helped half the student body with their problems, it was dinner time. The anticipation they both had was now desperation. Ominis assumed their alone time would have to wait once again, so he was taken by surprise when she pulled him away from the Great Hall towards their prior destination.

“My my, I would have thought you would have wanted to at least have dinner first, my love!”

“There’s only one thing I’m hungry for, darling, and it’s not food!” she shot him a wink before she burst out laughing. “I’m sorry! I know that was awful, I just couldn’t help myself!” She stopped as they approached the Undercroft door. She took a deep breath before tapping her wand to the clock face. Finally, the two of them were going to be alone.

As soon as the door to the Undercroft chimed shut, her arms were wrapped around Ominis’s neck, pulling him into a rough, sloppy kiss. He returned her kiss with equal passion, their tongues intertwining. Without breaking their kiss, she pulled their bodies over to their little corner of the Undercroft, where they had previously left a collection of pillows and blankets. On the nights where sleep evaded them both, they met up down here, finding comfort wrapped in the blankets and each other’s arms. The Undercroft was their favorite spot for innocent alone time, but tonight it was going to be used for a much naughtier purpose.

She reluctantly broke the kiss to get down on the ground, sitting herself on the blankets and pulling Ominis down with her. When they were both on the floor, they resumed their make out session. As they devoured each other, Ominis’s hands ran all over her clothed body as her hands ran through his blonde hair.

“Darling…” Ominis started, pulling away for a second to catch his breath. “I know we were eager to do this earlier, but I don’t want you to feel like we have to do this right now…” There was a nervousness to Ominis’s voice as his eyes darted away from her direction. Her hands released his hair and cupped his cheeks, her thumbs swiping across his cheeks lovingly.

“Ominis, I want to do this, but only if you want to.” Her voice was soft and gentle. It was the same soft and gentle voice she always had with him, the voice he fell in love with. She was always so soft and so gentle with him, a contrast to how everyone else had been with him his whole life. There was nothing he wanted more than to be closer to her. He answered her concern by bringing his head forward, meeting her lips. Her hands came down to the buttons of his shirt, slowly working them open as her fingers shook, still nervous, but eager. Ominis took that as his cue to do the same, and within minutes, they were naked before each other.

She took a moment to look over his bare form, sighing slightly, which Ominis of course caught. “Everything alright, my love?” He asked. She could only respond with a “Mhm”. He was beautiful, almost angelic. Her heart ached as she was reminded that he couldn’t see her the same way. She closed the distance between them as she pulled him in for another kiss, but not before he took his hands and placed them on her waist, allowing him to feel her bare skin.

His hands squeezed her hips before they moved upwards, coming up to cup and squeeze her bare breasts. He chuckled lightly against her lips as he did so. His hands continued to move slowly up and down her chest, feeling every inch of her upper half. He was mapping her body, the same way he had mapped her face when they first became friends, the way he had mapped her lips before their first kiss.

After several moments, his hands came to rest on her hips as he pulled her lower half, having her lay on her back. He finally pulled his kiss-swollen lips away from her equally swollen lips as he hovered over her.

“Before we do anything, can you…spread your legs for me so I can just feel you?” his nervousness was back. “Obviously I’ve never…touched between a woman’s legs before. I just want to memorize every inch of you.”

She laid back on her elbows and spread her legs wide, as Ominis kneeled between them. One hand came to rest on her hip while the other moved up her thigh. His fingers trembled, which he apologized for with a nervous laugh. She reassured him that everything was okay, and that she’d guide him through if he was worried.

He reached his destination, his fingers lightly grazing her. He took a sharp intake of breath before his finger slipped between her wet folds. The softest sigh fell from her lips at his action, almost as if she was trying to hide it. This gave him the encouragement to add a second finger. “You’re so wet, darling.” He groaned. He then began to move his fingers up and down her slit, coating them in her wetness, committing the feeling of her to his memory, and this was certainly something he wanted engraved in his brain for all eternity. She was slowly and softly panting as his still trembling fingers moved down, grazing her entrance, and then grazing her asshole as they moved further down. He made sure to press over each hole, earning small moans out of her before he brought his fingers back up.

“Show me where your…sweet spot is?” Ominis asked nervously. He wasn’t completely unaware of a woman’s anatomy, having heard far too many things from Sebastian. She took a hold of his hand, moving his fingers up towards her clit. “Right here.” She whispered as she moved his fingers to rub one small circle into herself. He followed her direction, rubbing his own slow, small circle into her, an action which elicited a whimper out of her. He continued rubbing, memorizing every twitch her body made in response, as the sounds of her moans flooded his ears.

He moved his hand lower, his fingers greeting her entrance once again. His fingers didn’t tremble this time as he slipped them inside. Her body was so inviting, a feeling of heat and tightness meeting his fingers. “So warm.” He whispered as he moved his fingers, feeling around until he found a spongey spot. “Is this your other sweet spot?” He asked with more confidence in his voice as he pressed down on it. He got his answer in the form of a loud moan and a violent buck of her hips.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, while his other hand came off of her hip and on to her clit, ensuring that both of her sweet spots were getting the love they deserved. She was practically screaming, and Ominis hoped that they were too far underground to be heard in the hallway. Not that he had a right to complain about her noises, as he was making his own noises as well. He felt so overwhelmed by what was unfolding in front of him, the woman he loved falling apart in his hands. He was falling apart himself, his hard length leaking, dangerously close to his own undoing. All of his senses were full of her - his ears filled with her beautiful sounds, his fingers feeling her warmth, his nose filled with her intoxicating scent, all he was missing was a taste of her…

Without a second thought, he crashed his lips into where his hand was working her clit, and if the students didn’t hear her before, they heard her now.

His wet fingers gripped her thighs as his mouth devoured her. He moaned against her as he alternated between sucking and licking, eager to push her past her limit. Her release was quick and intense, a scream of his name topping it off. He took in every drop of her release as his own release hit him as quickly and as intensely as hers had, his cum coating the blanket underneath them as he whimpered her name.

They both sat up, panting heavily. She took note of the mess on their blanket, a look of disappointment painting her face.

“Ominis! I’m sorry! I would have loved to have taken care of that for you!” she groaned.

“Oh, it’s quite alright darling, I don’t think I could have handled anything else. Taking care of you was more than enough stimulation for today.” He shot her a shy smile, his nervousness flooding back to him for a fleeting moment before it faded away as she leaned in to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips.

They cleaned up, smiling to themselves as they did so. Ominis couldn’t help the way he heart was fluttering, reveling in the big step their relationship had just taken. It would only get better from here, and he was excited for the next step, knowing there was still so much more exploring left to do with each other.

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