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mrsensitive · 1 year

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4 times everyone else caught on before the 1 time you and quinn finally did

a good old 4+1 ft. best friend beau & a couple other cameos, some mutual pining and also reader is a costume designer . kind of an elaboration of a lil blurb i wrote a while ago so if it seems familiar no it doesn't 😋

You’d never been more grateful for Friday to roll around. You’d had what felt like the longest week from hell and just wanted to take your mind off everything, so when your new neighbour turned best friend Beau texted you to meet him and a couple friends at the bar, the thought that you wouldn’t know half the people there wasn’t enough to dissuade you from joining.

When you arrive, you’re quick to spot the group - Beau hadn’t lied when he said it wasn’t just the team, but he might’ve stretched the truth when he said you already knew some of the guys. A quick once over is enough for you to realise the only other person you really know is Brock. Sure, you had heard of the others from Beau’s stories and the fact that you sometimes watched the games, but you were starting to wonder if you should’ve just gone home to your bottle of wine instead.

Beau is quick to welcome you though, flooding you with the names of everyone you’d yet to meet and pushing you into the seat he’d just vacated.

“Wait here, I’m getting the next round,” he beams at you, a good few drinks in already. “Brock come give me a hand, bud.”

You try to get your bearings a little, looking around trying to commit names to faces since the only two people you knew had left, and you realise mostly everyone is in their own conversations save for the guy on your right. You pause, staring at him trying to remember his name as he watches you struggle, clearly bemused.

“It’s Quinn,” he offers after a moment or two. He’s laughing lightly and you relax in your seat a little. “Don’t sweat it.”

You breathe out a smile, “Thanks. I was getting there, y’know.” You pause, taking a moment to get a better look at him. “Hughes, right? I’ve seen you play before. You’re a great skater.”

“Oh uh…thanks.” He shifts a little in his seat. “Beau’s talked about you a couple times actually. So it’s nice to meet you finally.”

You can’t help your eyebrows from shooting up, both of you are equally surprised and amused that you’re even aware of the other. You’re half expecting Quinn to elaborate, scanning his face for any hint that what Beau’s said about you was any level of incriminating, but somehow, you find yourself a bit distracted by the way his hair is curling over his forehead.

Before either of you can say anything, Beau’s dropped a glass in front of you and inserted himself back in the conversation.

“So what was so terrible about work this week? What’s the drama this time?”

You let out a sigh, remembering why you’d dragged yourself here in the first place. “Oh, nothing new. They just decided to reschedule all our fittings so we barely had the right costumes prepared - which is just an embarrassing look for me, you know, even if it literally wasn’t my fault. I was running all over the place trying to make it work - and then on top of that I find out they’ve put our costume truck about three states over from where the set is so I’ve got to hassle someone about that and-”

“Costumes?” Your rambling is cut off by Quinn who looks much more interested than Beau, who, to his credit, has heard some variation of this story just about every other week.

“Oh, yeah. I’m a costume designer,” you explain, “I’m working on a movie at the moment.” For some reason you feel rather embarrassed that you didn’t clarify this to him before and you’re hoping the dim lighting is hiding the way you’ve started blushing.

“I’m going to take this as my cue to leave.” Beau says, already standing up to move across the table, “You tell Quinn the whole back story and I’ll come back when you’re done with that, okay?”

Beau, in fact, does not come back for the rest of the night but you’re so wrapped up in your conversation with Quinn that you don’t particularly notice anyway. Usually you hate talking about yourself, but the drinks have loosened you up and he seems so genuinely curious and intrigued about you. He asks how you met Beau, so you tell him the story of how his 7’s look a little too much like 1’s and you ended up getting so much of his mail that you had to go and confront him about it. You try to ask him about hockey but he seems rather adept at deflecting the conversation back to you every time. You can’t help but bask in the full attention he’s giving you and the more drinks you have, the more you find yourself quietly admiring his bone structure. You’re a little surprised to hear yourself laughing so much and how easily the conversation moves that you can’t quite remember how you ended up discussing how you both think roses are overrated.

You’re so caught up in each other that neither of you catch Brock nudging Beau and nodding his head towards you across the table.

“You reckon?” Brock asks, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Oh, easily. I’ve been watching them all night.”

You pick up Beau’s call almost immediately.

“Hey, what’s up? Do you need something?” There’s a tinge of confusion in your voice.

“What? No, I just- I have an extra ticket to the game tonight and I was going to offer it to you if you weren’t being so snappy.” Beau teases.

“Oh,” you let out a chuckle, “Sorry, you just never call. I do happen to be free tonight though, if the offer’s still on the table...”

“Great, I’ll send you the ticket,” you can hear him smiling through the line. “Don’t drive, I’ll give you a lift if you wait a little after the game. Stick around and say hi to some of the other guys too.”

“Sure,” you reply, “I’ll see you later then. Maybe score or win or something? I dunno, make it worth my night?”

“Yeah ok,” you can hear him laughing now, “Will do, just for you. See you soon.”

And even if you were only joking, the team does deliver on your request. You hang by the exit as you wait for Beau, congratulating some of the other guys on the win as they start to trickle out. When Quinn catches sight of you, he can’t help the way the corners of his mouth quirk upwards and you can’t help the way you mirror it.

“Hey Quinner, congrats on the game,” you greet him, “Big win!”

You’re mildly aware of the way your heart rate has picked up slightly since he stopped in front of you. You want to believe that it’s just because the handful of times you’ve seen him now have always been aided with a bit of liquid courage, even if you’re currently fixating on his slightly damp hair and the way his bag is slung over his shoulder. Quinn, however, is severely aware of the way his heart rate seemed to stop upon hearing the nickname leave your mouth.

He clears his throat, “Yeah, thanks. I didn’t realise you were going to be here?”

“Beau said he had an extra ticket last minute - enticed me with a ride home, so I’m just waiting for him now.”

“Yeah, he should be done with the interviews soon - you know, three point night and all,” he laughs, glancing back at the doorway in search of a sign of his teammate.

“Coming from you, mister record breaker!”

Quinn whips his head back around to you, eyes wide as he starts to mumble something to try and downplay his night. He knows he’s blushing from the way he can feel his cheeks burning but he’s hoping it could be disguised as some sort of postgame flush.

You can’t help but let out a laugh at how off guard your comment seemed to catch him. “Surely you’re going out to celebrate?”

“Oh, I don’t know… we’ve got an early start tomorrow…” He rubs a hand at the back of his neck and your eyes flicker to his bicep briefly.

“Hmmm boring,” you tease, “All work and no play I guess.”

Something in your tone has him grinning now. “No rest for the wicked,” he quips.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, you’ve had an audience for just about all of your conversation.

“Is this what he looks like when he’s trying to flirt?” Petey asks, raising his eyebrows.

“I guess. Or trying to, at least,” Brock answers, still eyeing the scene in front of him. “How long do we think til they do something about it?”

Beau’s appeared next to them at the door now too, smirking as he watches you and Quinn completely oblivious to everyone else.

“Wanna take bets?”

Quinn’s nervous. He’s already texted you to let you know he’s arrived but he’s expecting that you’ll have to turn him away last minute. He’s still in disbelief that he’s even here, despite the fact that you’d offered to have him visit you on set several times already, but he always thought it was just a throw away thing you would say to be nice. He only tells you this about the fourth time you’ve asked, the arrival of the post season working out with one of the quieter days of your schedule, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing in his face about it.

“Quinn. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t mean it. Most of our conversations are about movies, so I just thought you might find it cool to see what it’s like,” you shrug. "I've watched you play games before so it feels kind of fair, right?’

As much as he protests that it’s different, you are kind of right, naturally. He thinks it is extremely cool that this is what you do for a living, and even cooler that you’d even considered to bring him along and show him a part of it. At least, cool is what he’s trying to convince himself he’s feeling about it all.

When he sees how excited you look, running out to meet him, he once again can’t help the grin that weasels its way onto his face. He holds out the second coffee cup in his hand to you.

“Hey,” he greets, “I brought you a coffee. I stopped on my way here but I didn’t really know what you usually get or if you prefer, like, hot or iced? So I just got you what I get which is-”

You’re pleasantly surprised and amused, letting him ramble a little before you cut him off, thanking him and groaning when you take a sip. “God, thank you. I’ve already had one today but I truly needed this.”

He’s relieved to hear it, immediately relaxing. “Hectic day then?”

“Kind of, but like… A controlled hectic you know?” You pause, giving him a once over, realising he’s a little less jittery than a minute ago - and also that he looks good. You’ve only ever really seen him in very weak bar lighting, or after a hockey game - but definitely never before lunch. The sun looks good on him you think, and you’re rather charmed by the outfit he’s picked out for the occasion but you’re quick to snap yourself out of your thoughts.

“Let me show you around!”

You give him a tour of the set, proudly pointing out how you managed to convince them to move your trailer closer, talking him through your designs you have pinned up and showing him some of the final costumes.

Quinn’s already wide-eyed, kid in a candy store at all of this, staring and asking if he can touch things. He almost doesn’t believe you when you say he can watch them film a scene or two. He’s amazed by the whole set up of it all, the cameras, the monitors, all the people who seem to be constantly walking places very quickly with a lot of purpose. You lead him to your little costume camp in the corner, letting out a chuckle at how impressed he is.

“Okay, look so I do kind of have to do my job and leave you alone here, but just stay where I tell you to, don’t get in the way and you’ll be fine.” You’ve barely finished your sentence when someone calls your name, so you’re pushing Quinn into an empty chair, wincing a smile at him and scurrying away.

You don’t really get a chance to check back in on him for a good hour or two, but Quinn’s barely noticed the amount of time that’s gone by. He’s shocked at the fact that he’s so close to actors who he actually recognises, but he’s even more in awe simply watching you in your element. He knew you’d downplayed your role to him but even so, he’s mesmerised at the way you’re handling everyone’s questions, how you’re there in between takes to fix collars and ties and things he hadn’t even noticed, at how almost out of nowhere, you suddenly seem to have this commanding yet gracious air of authority around you. He’s never seen or even pictured you like this but he’s completely caught up in it, not realising that one of the makeup artists has been watching his laser focus on you this whole time and sidled up to him.

He doesn’t quite hear her at first.

“I was just asking if you were the boyfriend?”

Quinn’s immediately blushing furiously and he’s only glad that you aren’t there to see it. “No- no, um. Just, uhh, just a friend is all.”

His response appropriately earns a raised eyebrow.

“Ahhh, okay. Gotcha. Sorry, was just asking,” she pauses, entertained by his spluttering, “She’s rather amazing, you know? Really great at her job and just incredible in general.”

“Yeah, I, uh- I know,” he answers, glancing at you briefly. There’s something in this stranger’s tone that has him slightly confused, wondering why he’s being told this.

She only hums in response before walking away, leaving him to try not to overthink the interaction. He quickly pushes it aside when he sees you making your way over.

“Hey,” you grin, coming to a stop in front of him, “Been having fun?”

“Oh yeah,” he perks up immediately, “Heaps.”

“Great, because we’re starting to wrap up. I’ll take you back out to the entrance, save you all the boring stuff, y’know?”

Quinn’s surprised that it’s already heading into the late afternoon when you exit the studio. He turns to look at you, shoving his hands into his pockets and mustering up as much sincerity as he can.

“Thanks again for having me. It was, um, it was really cool watching you do your thing.”

“Well thanks for finally taking me up on my offer,” you counter, “and thanks for the coffee. I’m glad you had fun, really." You pause, cocking your head slightly, “We’ll go watch the movie together when it’s out.”

This, Quinn is sure, is a throw away line, at least he thinks. You’re not completely sure if you meant it either, but you know you only said it because you knew he would take it as one.

A couple days later you get a text out of the blue from Beau, and then Brock.

Beau: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU TOOK QUINN ON SET???? I’VE KNOWN YOU FOR HOW LONG AND YOU’VE NEVER ASKED ME?!!?!?!

Brock: I like movies too :))

For whatever reason, Beau’s apartment had become the designated gathering spot. You’d already found yourself there a couple times already with the rest of the group, so you didn’t really question it when he ropes you into the games night he’s hosting, claiming they need another person to even out the numbers. It doesn’t occur to you to ask why he couldn’t have asked literally any of the other guys instead, so you don’t realise he has a whole catalogue of excuses ready to cover the fact that he’d been orchestrating a reason to get you and Quinn in the same room again.

If anyone were to ask Quinn why he was late, he also had his own list of excuses ready to rattle off before he’d admit the truth. He’d spent an embarrassingly long amount of time switching between three shirts knowing that he’d see you - and so what if you’d done the same, as long as nobody else knew?

Currently, you’re all way too many drinks in, lining up along the couch in preparation for the final tie breaking round of charades. Beau’s couch is definitely not big enough to fit six of you but you all squish in anyway, mostly too drunk or too determined to win to care. You should have expected this level of competition from a group of professional athletes; you've done a good job of keeping up all night, but you’re suddenly very acutely aware of how close Quinn is sitting next to you. You take another hard swallow from your drink before turning your focus onto Beau flailing his arms in front of you.

You manage to keep your cool through several rounds, but eventually you realise Quinn’s thigh has, at some point, ended up pressed firmly against yours. Immediately your whole leg is tingling and your face is flaming up, but Quinn doesn’t seem to show any signs of pulling away, or simply even realising. You blink, trying to refocus, but the only thing your brain seems capable of processing at the moment is the feeling of Quinn’s leg against yours through your jeans. If it weren’t for Beau’s overly dramatic reaction, you probably wouldn’t even have noticed that your team had already lost.

You move to lean back against the couch - which was a mistake, considering now your shoulders are brushing too, and someone might as well have set your entire body on fire. Your head is starting to spin - must just be the shots catching up, you try to convince yourself - and you’ve drawn your lips into a thin line in an effort not to combust.

Brock lets out a laugh, clocking your expression. “Alright, no need to be such a sore loser, princess.”

You can feel Quinn turning to look at you, even if you’re desperately avoiding his eye contact. Beau is looking at you now too, eyes flickering over the way you and Quinn are pressed into each other’s sides. He grins, gears already turning in his head.

You hope your laugh sounds convincing. “Yeah, didn’t realise I’d get so into it, huh?”

“We’ll just have to have a rematch another time,” Beau reassures you, well aware losing wasn’t the reason why you looked so distressed. He fakes a look at the clock as you stand up from the couch, having decided you wouldn’t have survived much longer if you didn’t move.

“Well I guess it’s getting a bit late. I think we’re all pretty far gone at this point so everyone’s welcome to crash for the night if you want," Beau offers.

“Dude,” Quinn pipes up, “There’s no way you have enough space for all of us.”

“Well, lucky a certain someone just so happens to live not so far away!” Beau is already shepherding the two of you out of his apartment, still wearing the biggest grin on his face.

Before you can even begin to protest, you’ve already found yourself standing next to Quinn in the hallway. A beat passes, the two of you staring at the shut door incredulously before you finally catch Quinn’s eye, both unable to help the fit of giggles that escapes when you catch each other’s expressions.

In hindsight, you think this is the exact moment where you lose the ability to deny to yourself that you see him as just one of Beau’s friends. His eyes are a little glazed over from the alcohol, and his lips are flushed the prettiest pink to match his cheeks which are pulled into the widest smile you’ve seen him wear to date, and for the first time you notice exactly just how full his eyelashes are.

“I guess I do have a free couch,” you breathe out once you’ve both calmed down.

“No it’s fine really, I can just get an uber home, don’t worry about it,” Quinn argues, the slight awkwardness of the situation finally hitting him.

“Quinn, don’t be ridiculous. Your car’s still here, isn’t it? I literally live down the hallway,” you pause, “... like Beau said.”

He swallows, blinking at you for a good while. “Yeah, okay. If you’re sure then.”

He waits for you to tell him that you’ve changed your mind, that actually the boyfriend you’ve never mentioned before wouldn’t like it if he stayed, or anything along those lines - something that would make the whole thing feel a little more believable, but instead, he just finds you looking at him. He doesn’t think he can handle that much longer without buckling at the knees, the way your eyes are searching his face, so he turns and starts walking down the hallway. He goes to ask what number your apartment is when he suddenly feels your soft hand slip into his.

You don’t know what it is. Maybe how nervous he suddenly seemed, maybe the way his hair looked perfectly dishevelled, or maybe in your intoxicated state you’d just finally decided to throw caution to the wind.

“I’m back this way, idiot,” you laugh at him before tugging him down the other way to your door.

Quinn is sure that his heart is thumping so loudly that you can hear it echoing through the silent hallway, or that you can somehow feel it where your fingers are laced through his but you’re being nice and saving him the embarrassment by not saying anything about it. He’s also hyper aware of how you didn’t drop his hand until you were both inside, even when you were rummaging in your pockets for your keys.

He glances around your apartment, following suit as he watches you kick off your sneakers. He’s overtly aware of the quietness compared to the chaos of just earlier, and the overwhelming sense of domesticity as he trails behind you into your home.

You watch him as he looks around, trying to find something to do in order to not get distracted staring at his nose. “Want some water?”

“Yeah actually, thanks,” he feels like he’s whispering, like if he speaks any louder you might realise that he is, actually, in fact, standing in your apartment and decide to kick him out.

He watches you reach on your toes to grab an extra glass from the cabinet and he finds himself endeared by it all - the way your shoes were lined up in the hallway, the sweater left draped over the couch, the lone mug left on your kitchen counter by your coffee machine.

He gestures at what he’s guessing is an open script left on the table next to an array of pens. “New project?”

“Yeah, I’m almost done reading through it,” you answer, “I won't be working on it for several months still, but I haven’t completely decided yet.”

“Is it shooting here as well?”

“Only bits of it. Looks like it’ll be mostly in LA though. And a couple other locations but it’ll be fun,” you shrug, handing him the glass.

“So you’re gonna do it?”

“Yeah, I think so. Script’s pretty good so far, and it’s an exciting team. Kind of like why not, you know?”

Quinn only manages to mutter out some sort of agreement. He’s surprised by his own disappointment at the idea that you could be moving out to LA, when in the grand scheme of things he’s only known you for about half a year. Thankfully, you interrupt him before he can think about it much more.

“Anyway, I’ll go get some blankets for you. Bathroom’s down that way, there’s extra toothbrushes in the first drawer.”

When he’s back, he almost crumples at the sight of you in your pjs setting up the couch for him. He notices you’ve refilled his glass before you turn around and shove a pile of clothes into his hands.

“Sweats for you, they should fit, I think,” you crinkle your nose. “My room’s down that way, just let me know if you need anything.”

He only manages to get out a small thanks in response. He’s staring at you, he knows that, but he can’t help how soft you look in the dim lighting.

You tilt your head, giving him a small smile. “Night, Quinn.”

“Yeah, goodnight,” he mumbles.

He makes a mental note to both punch Beau and then thank him in the morning.

+ 1

Nothing ever happened after that seemingly eventful night. It’s now well into the next season and you’re thinking that this is just what the dynamic of yours and Quinn’s friendship is like. You’ve gone back to trying to convince yourself that it’s normal - like you also think Beau’s good looking, right? You had a bit of a crush on him too when you first met him, even if that came and went awfully swiftly and you don’t get anything even close to the same kind of head spinning giddiness when he talks to you. Quinn thinks he’s been less subtle about it all, and you think you’ve been dropping hints but apparently your efforts have only been evident to everyone else but each other.

You know that the team has a gala coming up soon. Beau’s mentioned it to you a couple times in his attempt to gauge how you would feel if he forced Quinn to take you as his date. When he tells Quinn his master plan to finally get the two of you together, Quinn almost chokes on his own spit.

“Ask her as my date?! You’re kidding right?” he practically screeches.

“No.”

Quinn stammers, trying to formulate some kind of reply. “I don’t- We’re not- … I’m not doing that.”

Beau groans. “You guys are both such idiots, I’m sick of it. It’s so obvious that you like her and I don’t know how you can’t see that she’s head over heels for you too!”

Quinn only stares at him in response.

“Why won’t you just ask her? The world isn’t going to implode.”

There’s a good minute of silence, the two of them staring at each other waiting for someone to break. Quinn finally sighs, taking a seat on the couch.

“Isn’t she leaving for LA soon?”

“Are you being serious right now? Please tell me you’re not actually this stupid.”

Quinn blinks. “I don’t know. Vancouver and LA are pretty far apart.”

Beau is just about ready to physically knock some sense into him.

“You’re not even in Vancouver half the time anyway. Plus she’s not moving away forever. Don’t be such a drama queen.”

When Quinn doesn’t say anything in response, Beau doubles down.

“If you don’t ask her, I will for you. I’m not lying but you can test that out if you’d like.”

Beau doesn’t believe that Quinn will do anything, but he doesn’t give him much time to prove him wrong anyway. He’s calling you that evening.

“What are you doing Saturday night in two weeks time?”

“What? Nothing, I don’t think.”

“Okay, great. You’re coming to the gala as Quinn’s date then.”

“I’m what?!”

“You heard me.”

There’s a pause.

“Are you home right now?”

“Ye-”

You hang up on him before he can finish the syllable and you’re storming down the hallway until you’re banging on his door. He looks rather calm when he lets you in, but you don’t miss the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

You point an accusing finger at him. “Explain it to me again. You want me to do what now?”

Beau rolls his eyes. “You’re free. Quinn’s free. Why not? It’s painfully obvious that you have this massive crush on him.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. “No I don’t. And you’re asking me instead of him because?”

“Because he’s being an idiot, like he has been for almost an entire year now.” Beau looks at you and he can tell you could be convinced. “Just say yes. I’ll be there, the other guys will be there, there’ll be free food and drinks. Plus you’ll get to dress up! You’re always telling me you want to have an excuse to dress up yourself instead of other people!”

You can’t deny his last point. Literally just the other week, you’d sent him a link of this drop dead gorgeous dress you’d found whilst sourcing for your next project and complained to him about how you wanted to get it for yourself but had nowhere to wear it to.

You narrow your eyes at him. “What’s the catch?”

“There is no catch. Just say you’ll come as his date. That’s it.”

You pause. Beau finds himself in his second stalemate of the day, but he knows you’re going to give in more easily. He listens to the tick of the clock in his living room, patiently waiting for you to cave.

“Fine.”

You don’t give him a chance to properly react before you’ve flung open his door, marched back to your own apartment and screamed into your pillow about what you’ve said yes to.

Beau should’ve known you were going to be insufferable leading up to the actual night. You spend the entirety of the next week pestering him about what the dress code is, how you have nothing to wear, what to expect, who else is going to be there. He gives you the same answers every time you ask and he promises to go dress shopping with you on Thursday. You’re only the slightest bit more relieved at this, but as soon as you agree, Beau’s texting Quinn that he has about a week to deliver.

Quinn had called you as soon as he saw Beau’s message, apologising and saying that he wished Beau had given him a little more warning so he could have asked you himself (he knows he wouldn’t have) and telling you that you don’t have to go if you didn’t want to. You were barely done freaking out about it yourself, but the way he sounded so completely flustered about it all through the phone was somewhat reassuring.

When you make your way up the stairs to your apartment on Wednesday evening, you find yourself actually excited to go pick out a dress the next day. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t pulled together some inspiration images, but in your defence, you were just good at your job. Your steps falter a little when you notice a package at your door, but as you get closer, you notice there’s a post-it note over it.

Been a minute since our mail got confused again :)

– Beau

You’re confused because you don’t remember ordering anything, but it’s definitely been addressed to you. You head inside to open it, brows furrowing when you start to recognise the fabric. Needless to say, your jaw is definitely on the floor when you pull out the same dress that you had sent Beau not too long ago. You’re scrambling to grab your phone to yell at him when you remember they’re currently playing a game at the moment, so you settle for a borderline blasphemous string of texts instead.

Hours later, when you’re still reeling, you get one single message in response.

Beau: Wasn’t me. Was all huggy :)

It feels like the last days left until the gala had gone all too quick yet also taken way too long. You felt like you’d been pulling your hair out about it nonstop, and it didn’t help that the guys had gone away on a roadie in between.

You’d started getting ready way too early. You couldn’t do up the clasp of your necklace since you weren’t used to having your nails done, leaving you too much time to start wondering if you’d maybe gone a little overboard with it all. You’d been pacing around your apartment for the past half hour trying to occupy your hands with something else instead, waiting for a more appropriate time to get changed. You think you must look like a deranged housewife, washing your dishes and folding your laundry with a full face of makeup and maybe too much diligence.

You’re so caught up in distracting yourself that the buzzer ringing makes you jump.

“Hey, come on up. I’ll unlock the door, I’ve just got to get changed,” you say over the intercom.

You run back to your room to pull on the dress you’d been fawning over for weeks, still not entirely sure how either Quinn or Beau had managed to work out the right size for you. You hear the door being opened and Quinn calling out your name just as you’re spraying your perfume.

“In my room!” You yell back, “One sec!”

When he rounds the corner and lays eyes on you, Quinn’s certain he’s turned completely into putty. He’s never seen you so dressed up and you look so breathtakingly stunning that he almost drops the bouquet in his hands.

You’re equally breathless when you turn around to face him. You didn’t realise that he’d gotten a tie to match, and you wouldn’t know that he’d dragged Petey to help him pick a new suit in an attempt to impress you. You’re both staring at each other for what feels like forever before either of you can manage a word.

“Um, hi,” he breathes, barely audible, “You look- you look really beautiful.”

You can’t hide the blush that’s creeping up your neck, but you don’t try to anyway considering his cheeks have gone a rosy shade to match.

“Thanks, Quinn. You look really good too.” You don’t notice how he flushes even deeper because you’ve finally noticed the flowers he’s holding, and even more so, how there’s not a single rose in the bunch. “Are those…?”

Quinn suddenly feels embarrassed about the fact he got you flowers. “Yeah, I um, I got- they’re for you.” He feels like a school boy all over again, mentally kicking himself for not being able to get a proper sentence out. He looks down at the stems, rubbing at his stubble. “Did I overdo it?”

You laugh, you’d been fidgeting with your nails the entire time.

“No, I think it’s really sweet.” You take the flowers from him, laying them down on your vanity when you remember your necklace.

“Oh, can you help me with this? I can’t seem to get the clasp.” You hand him the chain and turn, moving your hair out of the way.

You can smell the waft of his cologne and feel his focus on the back of your neck, suddenly incredibly aware of how close you’re standing. Your mouth has dried, you're pretty sure your ears are ringing and you think you’re fully frozen in your spot.

“There,” Quinn mumbles, barely even able to get the word past the lump in his throat. He’s still thinking about how unreal you look and fighting the overwhelming urge to spin you around and kiss you right then and there.

You’re both snapped out of the moment when his phone starts ringing. It’s Beau, asking what time you guys are going to arrive.

“Yeah, we’re just about to leave. See you soon, dude.” Quinn answers, turning his attention back to you. “Ready to go?”

On the way there, you’ve somehow recomposed yourself to manage a somewhat normal conversation. You’re not sure exactly what it is that sent your nerves into haywire in the first place. The fact that you’re so done up, that you’re technically his date, or the fact that he seems just as antsy as you. He tells you he’s a little nervous about the speech he has to make, so you squeeze his hand in reassurance and try to reel your nerves in for both of you.

It’s a lot easier when you get there and see everyone else. You’re reminded that they’re your friends and that this is just another time you get to hang out, even if it’s a lot more fancy and official than what you’re used to. But when you finally go to take your seats after doing your initial rounds of mingling, you still manage to somehow knock your fork to the floor. You bend over to pick it up and you don’t realise Quinn’s covered the edge of the table with his hand until you bump your head into it. Before you can even say anything or just thank him for it, he’s offering to swap forks with you.

“Oh, don’t even worry about it,” you laugh a little breathlessly, “Five second rule, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replies, but he’s already replaced the fork next to your plate with his anyway.

Brock and Petey have watched the whole exchange and share knowing smirks from across the table.

Everything else seems to go smoothly. Maybe it’s the soft touches on his arm or on your back, the blushing smiles and longing glances across the room, but something about tonight feels like tomorrow you won’t be able to pretend nothing happened.

Quinn’s speech goes well, and now everyone is up and moving around again. You hang back and let the long line of teammates and attendees go to congratulate him first.

Beau approaches Quinn, interrupting his train of thought.

“Now that the business part is done, you gonna finally make a move or what?”

Quinn’s eyes almost pop out of his head at the idea of this and also the volume at which Beau is speaking.

“Shut up,” he hisses, “She’ll hear you!”

“Doesn’t matter - she’s going to notice anyway with how hard you’ve been staring all night!”

“No I haven’t,” he mutters, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah ok, sure buddy. Just- no time like the present!” Beau claps him on the back and leaves Quinn to shift his gaze back to you. He’s starting to get lost in how at ease you look, talking to some of the other wives, when he realises Beau is right and you’ve caught him staring.

You make your way to him, prodding him gently in the shoulder.

“Told ya you didn’t need to be so worried.”

He’s blushing again. He can’t seem to get a handle on the effect you have on him.

“Yeah, it went alright, I guess. Made it out alive.”

“Well I, for one, think you spoke really well.” There’s a slight teasing in your voice, but you hope he can tell you mean it.

Quinn finds himself lost for words in front of you for what feels like the hundredth time that night. He’s scanning your face and tries not to think too hard before he opens his mouth again.

“Can I kiss y-”

“Please.”

His hands are quick to find your waist and pull you closer as your hands find a place against his chest. The kiss is quick and rushed and almost all teeth from how big you’re both smiling, but you don’t mind it. You feel like the ground’s been pulled out from under you in one fell swoop and you’re free falling but somehow it feels like exactly what you needed.

When you pull away, Quinn’s wearing the goofiest lopsided grin you’ve ever seen and you can only imagine that you look the same.

“I, uh-”

“You’ve got lip gloss on you.”

You’re both giggling as he swipes over his lips with his thumb.

You’re so lost in him that you almost don’t register all the hollering and clapping from your table. Usually you would hate the idea of so many eyes watching you, but it all feels like such a long time coming that you can’t seem to be even remotely embarrassed about any of it.

#a result of the freak behaviour quinn has been displaying as of late... like sorry i am just a Girl #actually he did all that and then i turned around and wrote over 6.5k about him so . whats more freakish im not sure anymore #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes blurb #📝

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kangmoon27 · 9 months

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Cruel Beast | Jungkook ff oneshot

Pairing: idol yandere Jungkook x Idol Y/n

Summary: He will do everything and anything just to be able to wrap his arms around you again. Everything.

Do you know the feeling of being left out?. The worst one?. The not the prettiest?. The untalented one.

Well you do cause you're exactly that person. You belong to a group but at some point you feel like you don't even belong there.

You're being left out, probably some people don't even know you belong to that group or even think you are an idol. It's crazy but you have to deal with it. This is your dream and you don't wanna ruin your hard work.

But guess what. You're finally famous now but not in a good way. The rumor has been spreading like a virus and it's about you. It's about you being bully. Being a bully.

A famous member of bangtan suddenly revealed that you used to bully him when you're in highschool. You're confused. Did you do it? No right cause you don't even remember meeting him in your past.

You tried explaining and dying but who would even listen to you when you're fighting against the biggest kpop idol in the whole world?.

It was true that you bullied him. And everyone knows that. It just happened that he wanted to ruined you to come with him on your knees begging.

He is truly this evil. He came back in your like to ruined you again. He wanted you to beg him to save you from everyone and wrapped you around his arms like he used to.

He wanted to do that, he wanted to remind you that you always belong to him. That you're always gonna run back into his arms but how will that be possible if you can't even remember him and let's added that he's also the reason why.

(July 30, 2015)

Jungkook took a step forward with a massive smirk written on his lips while looking at you. You're tried of being scared. You're tired of running away. You're tired of being his pet and doing everything he wants.

After a long time you finally figured out the truth. He's literally manipulating you and you're finally awaken.

After finding out that Jungkook isn't actually your knight in shining armor that always there to save you from the cruel world just like what he always do. You run away from him and started ignoring him.

Jungkook didn't like that so he started making your life miserable then it already is. You're so frustrated that you even filed a police complain but that only made it worst.

Jungkook had already trapped you in his arms and he would do everything and anything over and over again just to have you back.

Right now you're standing at the rooftop planning to end yourself but he quickly went there to "save you" but of course you don't wanna be saved.

He started pulling you away from the edge while you're pushing him away, begging him to let you go. You want your miserable life to end now. You wanted peace. But you won't be able to have it as long as he's alive.

"Let me go!! I don't need you, I don't want you leave me alone!! Stop acting as if you're a hero when the truth is that you're the devil here!!."

As he keep stepping forward, you're also taking a step backwards till your back hit the wall. You can feel his breath hitting your exposed chest. He move his face even closer. All you could do is to close your eyes tightly.

"Are you scared? I know you are that's why I'm here baby. Come on look at me." You slowly look at him with tears in your eyes only to see him laughing like a maniac.

You're terrified that all you could do is to close your eyes again while covering your ears. You beg him to stop but he only laugh at you louder than before.

Soon the laughter stopped. Jungkook saw how scared you are. He successful build trauma in you. On his knees he slowly caresses your cheek and slowly made you look at him.

He can see how fragile you are. Those precious eyes are filled with tears. He smiled softly while still caressing your cheek till you calm down.

Jungkook pulled you in his arms. He smiled in victory after he successful wrapped his arms around you and your life. But he was wrong. You're wide awake now.

You grabbed that bottle from the other side while he's embracing you and from the back of his head. You hit the bottle hard leaving him groaning in pain. You started running to the door of the rooftop but before you could even open the door Jungkook was fast enough to take a metal stick from the ground and hit your h'ad on it.

He groan in pain while rubbing his head. Then his eyes fell on you. He was shocked seeing all the blo'd on the ground coming from your head.

He immediately throw the metal stick and ran to you. He never meant to do it. He never wanted to hurt you at least not this way that he's at the edge of losing you.

He immediately pick you up while trying to wake you up but no use. He took you to the hospital. He wanted to wait for you to wake up but soon your relatives come so he had to go.

When Jungkook came the next day he finds out that you're in coma and your parents wanted to take you to overseas leaving Jungkook all messed up.

Jungkook has a big smile on his face while reading the article of you being his bully.

As soon as he saw that he asked you to meet him in his condo. You're hesitant but you don't want all those hard work to get waste so you did.

With just a one ring of the doorbell Jungkook immediately run to the door knowing who it is.

You went inside his condo and saw a dog. You're taken aback seeing him staring at you just then someone whispered behind your back making you startled.

"He won't bite but I will." He chuckles. You slowly look at him while watching him getting comfortable in the sofa while bringing his feet on the top of the table.

"Tell me exactly why you wanted to talk to me?, Is it true that I used to bully you? Cause for your information I couldn't remember anything I swear."

"Do you want your career to be clear? And even be famous in a good way of course?" He asked while taking a sip from his beer.

"What? What are you talking about? Please just tell me do you want me here?." You asked.

"Why don't you take a seat first."

"I don't want to, you know what. I'm leaving." You turn around ready to leave but the dog run Infront of you and started barking. As if he understood the assignment.

"W-what the- go away!!" You tried to shu the dog away but he didn't even move a beat and just keep on barking at you.

"He won't stop until you do what I said. He can also bite you if I already him to so before I could even ask him maybe you can take a sit and will talk."

You slowly seat and surprisingly the dog stop barking but he seat on the couch beside you. He lick your cheek and stick his tongue out while breathing heavy repeatedly.

"Bam house!!" The dog could do anything but to follow his owner. You watches him getting inside the cage and look at him.

"What exactly do you want huh?"

"I want you" he said.

"What are you talking about?".

"I want you. I can clear your name and make you famous but in exchange I want you. I want you back."

"B-back?"

"Yes back Yn, I want you back. It's so that you couldn't even remember me love. I'm your boyfriend but you suddenly left."

"Boyfriend? Me? And you? But you told everyone that I was your bully!!!".

"Cause you are!!, You're bullying me but at the same time you're in a secret relationship with me, why do you keep on hurting me this way. It's so painful."

You're feeling horrible. You feel like as if you don't even know yourself and you feel the worst.

"I-I'm sorry" that's all you could say. Jungkook slowly hug you while you cry in his chest.

"It's okay baby, I'm always here for you. I love you alot" Jungkook kiss the top of you head and smile at you. You wipe your tears away and look at him.

"I-I'm sorry for what I have done and I'm also sorry that I can't be with you now, after everything I just think you need someone better"

Jungkook lose the smile on his face while watching you getting up from the couch and making your way out.

Jungkook sigh while grabbing the vase on the shelf. "Ugh, why do you always have to put it in a hard way baby?"

Before you could even look at him, he already hit you will the vase leaving him sighing. Bam started barking at his dad while Jungkook just pet his head "I know, I know baby. Now we can finally keep your mom with us. Only for us."

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vantaesfairie · 6 months

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𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡 : 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢

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pile 1, swimming raccoon:

self assured, a leader, someone who always takes charge and leads with grace. may be giving orders right then or managing something. looks regal or just has the royalty boss vibe. probably has smooth hair. has an assertive voice.

indecisive. slow to make decisions, thinks a lot. always wants to find out the truth behind everything before any steps are walked. they may have a darker side to them they haven't shown anybody. may look kind of flighty when alone.

old soul type of vibe. somewhat of a people pleaser, full of longing towards love. might be dressing in white and blue. has an intense and soft gaze at the same time. quiet person but you can see the cogs turning in their head.

pile 2, tarot card raccoon:

has a lot of familial and/or masculine energy. probably looks stingy with their money or just unapproachable in general at first. a bit isolated from the social life. they choose to be alone. a person who would rather work individually than in a group. might look bitchy.

a family person. loves dogs, probably has white dogs. might like more eccentric patterned art. enjoys spending time with their relatives and/or siblings. they are social when you get to know them type of feeling. likes the colour blue i think.

a water moon sign energy. wise and willing to share how they feel. like an oyster opening up. they may have short hair and look older than they actually are. feels like you have to break down some walls before you see the emotional side.

pile 3, fat raccoon stuck in drain:

they will probably have a very childish and sunny energy to the point where you think is this person pretending to be this happy or are they actually always like this. wears their heart on their sleeve. looks like they daydream a lot.

likes to wear colourful clothes or short tops. always wants to try more things. also an animal lover. likes singing perhaps. literally the epitome of golden retriever sunshine. may be quite reckless when it comes to spending money or making decisions.

likes flowers, especially lotuses or magnolias. pinkish white flowers. very willing to share and take care of people around them. enjoys being at the beach or doing water sports.

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bonbonchocolates · 4 months

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Idol

Yandere Taehyung x Reader

Summary: When the new producer of the company wants you..........

Warnings: yandere taehyung, wrong use of power, blackmailing, stripping, non-con, smut (not descriptive)

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.

Masterlist

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You are tired of the continuous dance practice. It's been more than ten times but that stupid choreographer is still not satisfied. Well, your group was preparing for your new comeback.

You noticed all the members had the same condition as you. It looked like all the energy from Hyejin, the maknae of your group was completely drained out.

You as a leader felt bad for her condition but you had nothing to do.

Your group just debuted last month and it was a good debut. You all gained quite a lot of fame but still not that much that you can break the company's rule. If you do that you will definitely be kicked out of the group. You don't want your dream of becoming an idol to break so soon. So you need to do what your choreographer says.

Almost about an hour later your practice was finally over. You all jumped in joy but Hyejin had no energy left in her to even stand so she went back to the dorm.

"Hyunsuk PD nim requested all of you to assemble in the meeting room immediately."

A staff member said. You shared a confused look with all the other members. Why does PD nim want you all in the meeting room right now? Is he planning to disband your group? So many questions ran through your head but you had answers of none.

"Does anyone have any idea as to why PD nim requested us to assemble in the meeting room immediately?"

Sooyoung asked.

"I have no idea."

Haeun replied.

"Let's go to the meeting room, there we will get to know everything."

You said and headed to the meeting room. The members following right behind you.

"I should go and call Hyejin."

Nina said and rushed towards the dorm. The others, including you then headed to the meeting room.

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After all the members had assembled in the meeting room, your company's producer entered inside. You looked around the meeting room and there were a lot of people there, including the staff members and your choreographer, Mr. Jung.

Then your eyes landed on the figure who entered the room right behind the producer. He was tall, young and handsome. He captivated your attention, never in your life did you see such a handsome person.

You were busy admiring him when you noticed that he was staring at you. You got embarrassed and turned away. The only thing you missed to see was a small smirk that formed on the handsome man's face.

"You all are here I see, great. I had to give very important news to you all."

PD nim started his speech.

"So as you can see Mr. Kim here, from today he is the producer of my company. As you can see I'm not really well these days and I don't even have enough money to manage this company. So I thought it would be better for me to leave this position. I am sure you all know Mr. Kim so he'll take my position from now on."

Do I know him?

PD nim finally ended his long speech. Truth to be said I'll miss him. He was really a great person and he used to understand your problems. It's always the good ones who leave us.

Your eyes once again fell on Mr. Kim or whoever he is. You found him checking everyone out from head to toe. Some of the people present in the meeting room were literally shivering from his stare.

Once again his eyes fell on you and a small smirk formed on his face. This time you noticed it. He really gave bad vibes to you. At the end you came to the conclusion that he is a person you should maintain your distance with.

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Taehyung POV:

I entered the meeting room totally uninterested. I thought that my manager w5ill handle it but my friends forced me to come here. I just wanted this to be quickly over and return back.

As I entered the room behind the old man, I found a lot of people gathered there. I had no interest in anyone until my eyes fell on a particular person. It was a girl, she looked to be around 17 or 18 years old. I saw her checking me out. Obviously no one can resist me.

When my eyes fell on her I felt a weird feeling inside my stomach. It's not like I have never been with a girl, I have a different girl on my bed every night. But I never found anyone as attractive as I found her. Is this what they say about love at first sight? Maybe...

She caught me staring at her and she turned away. Unknowingly a small smirk appeared on my face. After all coming here was not a bad decision at all. I really need to give my friends a gift to convince me to come here. If I were not here maybe I would never meet my doll. Yes, my doll, mine to love, mine to cherish and mine to ruin.

The old man gave his speech but the whole time my eyes were on her. Soon, I will make you mine, my doll and no one can take you away from me. It seems that I have to come here every day from now on.

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You were inside your dorm discussing the new producer matter with your group members. You could really get to know what the others opinions are about the same.

"I'll really miss PD nim."

You commented, Nina just shrugged.

"I will definitely not miss him when a person like Mr. Kim is the new producer."

Sooyoung said.

"I wanted to meet him for so many years but I never thought I'd get an opportunity to meet him for real. I guess I am really lucky."

Hyejin said and started to fangirl over Mr.Kim.

"I just wish to talk to him for once."

Nina said and everyone started to fangirl over Mr. Kim. What's so special about him? Is he famous? You never in your life heard about him.

"Who is Mr.Kim? I mean what does he do? Is he really popular?"

You asked. As soon as the words left your mouth, all the other members eyes popped out, Haeun choked on her food.

"WHAT?"

All the other members yelled at the same time.

"Y/Nshii how could you not know him?"

Hyejin questioned.

"Nina is from Australia but still she knows him."

Haeun commented. So that means he is really famous but you had no idea about his existence. Guess what you should have watched more news than watching Doraemon while growing up.

"He is the most famous businessman in Korea. Every single person who lives here knows him? From which planet are you that you don't know him?"

Sooyoung said.

"The only thing Y/Nshii knows is Doraemon."

Haeun teased you, you slapped her at the back of her head. You were the closest to her in the group.

"There is a rumour that Mr. Kim Taehyung is the famous mafia leader V."

Mafia-what?

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Time Skip:

Five months passed and your group had a total of two comebacks now and even won your first award almost two months ago. Your group is doing quite well and you could not be more happy.

The only problem was Mr. Kim never left a moment to make you feel uncomfortable but luckily you are successfully avoiding him. Another thing that happened in these few months was you receiving expensive gifts and love letters.

At first you thought it was cute but slowly it was getting creepy. You informed this to your members and they said it must be a saesang of your. As your group got really popular so this could be possible. They asked you to report it to Mr. Kim but the problem is you want to avoid him at any cost. So you decided to let it go.

"Y/Nshii Mr. Kim requested you to come to his office immediately."

A staff member informed you and you choked on your food. What does he want from you?

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"Sir please may I come in?"

You knocked on the door and asked.

"Come in"

You heard the deep voice of Mr. Kim from inside. You hesitatingly entered the room, there you found Mr. Kim is having a conversation with another man equally handsome as him.

Why are all his friends so handsome ?

As soon as Mr. Kim noticed your presence and he instructed the other man to leave from there. The other man followed his order but before he left, his smirk formed on his face as he saw you. His friends are weird too.

"Sit down miss Y/N"

Mr. Kim instructed you, without even thinking you sat down in the chair right in front of him. This is the effect he had on everyone.

"So miss Y/N, what does being an idol mean to you?"

His question shocked you. Why is he asking something like that?

"Sir, it means everything to me. It was my dream since childhood to become an idol."

"What if you get kicked out of the company?"

He said with an evil smile on his face.

"What do you mean sir?"

"What if I kick you out?"

"You won't do that?"

"I can do anything I want, doll."

He said, your eyes got teary. Why is he saying something like that? Will he really kick you out? You did nothing wrong so why?

"Please sir, don't do that?"

You pleaded with him, tears rolling down your face.

"I won't but you have to do something for me."

You looked at him with eyes filled with hope.

"You have to sleep with me."

Wha- how can he be so shameless? He threatened to kick you out so that he could sleep with you.

"NO, I won't do something like that. I'll report you. How can you ask such a thing from me?"

You yelled at him but instead he started to laugh like a crazy person. He didn't take your words seriously.

"My doll, you're so innocent. I think you don't know me. I have enough power to ruin your career and your whole family. I'll give you two options- first, sleep with me and I will let you do anything you want. Second, you can say no and I'll ruin your career and make sure to bring your family on the streets. So choose wisely, I'll give you ten seconds to choose."

You came with so many dreams and never expected your life to take such a turn.

"1"

You have two choices either to choose your dignity...

"2"

Or to choose your career and your family.

"3"

"4"

"5"

Time was passing but you still couldn't make your choice.

"6"

"7"

No matter which option you choose, you'll be the one who will suffer.

"8"

You decide what you have to choose.

"9"

"First"

You paused.

"I chose the first option."

"Good choice, my doll. Today sharply at 8pm, meet me at xxxx hotel."

He said with a smirk on his face. How much do you want to wipe that smirk of his face? But you are nothing in front of him. He can ruin you with the swipe of his fingers. You are completely at his mercy.

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You knocked at the door. You tried to stay strong but you were crying internally. The members asked you where you were going at this time and you lied to them, saying that you are going to visit a friend.

The door then opened revealing the devil himself. You hesitatingly entered inside and he closed the door behind you. This night will seal your fate. You felt disgusted at him but you felt more disgusted at yourself.

"Strip"

He ordered. You know what it meant but you just stood silently in the middle of your room. Your head hung low.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

Your eyes went to Mr. Kim, his shirt was gone exposing his upper body. You saw him pulling down the zip of his trousers and you turned away.

"Will you strip yourself or do you want me to do that for you?"

Your hands then went to the back of your dress and you pulled the zipper down. As soon as you did it the dress fell from your body revealing your undergarments to him. You felt exposed and a drop of tears rolled down your eyes.

"You are so hot, my doll."

He commented and found him just in his boxers checking you out from head to toe. You saw him approaching you and you tried to move away from him. But before you could do anything he came to you and picked you up in bridal style. He took you to the bed and laid you down on the bed.

He quickly hovered over you and teared your undergarments off. Leaving you completely bare for his eyes to see. Suddenly he got up, you sighed in relief. Maybe he found your body ugly so he left.

Then your eyes fell on him, you found him taking out something from the pocket of his trousers. You know what it is. He came towards you and pulled down his boxers. You just laid back surrendering to your fate.

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2 and half hours later:

With a final thrust he c*med in the c*ndom but did not pull out from you. You were tired after hours of continuous s*x. You have no energy left and you feel sleepy.

He kissed your forehead and pulled himself out. He laid beside you and admired you. You looked like a beautiful mess all thanks to him.

"Now no one can take you away from me my doll."

That was the moment you realised it was not a one time thing. You are stuck with the devil beside you forever.

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8 Years Later:

Your group finally disbanded a month ago. Your and the members with all the hard work made the group really big. You won a lot of awards and had a huge fandom. As an idol you could not be more happy.

But the smile you put in front of the camera and front of anyone is fake. Taehyung is the only person with whom you are your real self. You were forced to smile in front of your fans, the members, friends and most importantly your parents. When you feel like crying from inside. Your fans thought your life is perfect but they don't know what you had to go through and will never know.

You could not even reveal his real face to anyone. Though you are very popular right now you are not as powerful as him. After all he is the infamous mafia leader V. He threatened you to kill your family and friends if you go against him. You know he is a heartless person, he can do anything he wants. It's not like he never killed anyone in front of you.

Just after your group disbanded, Taehyung revealed your relationship. In front of the camera it looked like a cute love story. Many fans supported you but some fans didn't like the age gap between you.

"Jagi, should we tell them the good news."

Taehyung said grabbing your attention. Good news- yes you are pregnant. A week ago you and Taehyung got married and now you are going to become the mother of his child. Even though you hate him you can't hate the child. Maybe the child will be the only sunlight in your life after it is born.

"Jagi-"

You just nodded your head in agreement. You have nothing to do, you are stuck with him forever.

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#yandere #yandere bts #yandere taehyung #taehyung #taehyung x reader #yandere taehyung x reader

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beybaldes · 5 months

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i didn’t have any specific ideas in mind for festus however i do feel like there’s certain types of people he would enjoy being around right?

like either way he would have to have known them since childhood as all capitol children do so cute dynamics

either a kind person to reel him in when he’s being too mean or an equally witted person he can bounce off.

oh for sure

- festus would have had to know them since birth basically (even though that’s how everyone knows everyone in the Capitol) but they’d have to have been friends since being babies for it to work out

- most untrusting mf on the planet, like, assumes you’re lying 24/7 to a degree it’s almost comical

‘how was your lunch break, sweet thing?’ he asked, chin pressed into your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

‘good, me and clemmie went to this cute little place near the academy.’

he pulls away from you, turning you to face him with a genuine look of disbelief on his face. ‘suuuuure you did, sweet thing.’

- low-key an idiot, like, he’s never thought before he’s spoke IN HIS LIFE, takes everything people say as the gospel truth, doesn’t question anything for himself, just the type to nod his head along with a blank stare (which can be very endearing at times but sometimes is plain infuriating)

- ‘yeah, uh huh, okay, hmm.’ wants to listen to what you have to say but gets so distracted by you he never does. ‘no, I was sweet thing, carry on with your story.’

- I just know he’s fussy as fuck which makes it ten times more unbelievable that he’s managed to find his perfect match, like, not only do you match his wit and sarcasm at times, but you totally real him in.

‘sejanus, I’m surprised to see you made it to the reaping.’

Sejanus doesn’t get the chance to respond to his snark because you’re smacking an open palm against his chest. ‘rude, apologise.’

festus’s face flushes and he ducks his head. Arachne, Coriolanus and the rest of the group you’d gathered were all staring at him which only intensified his embarrassment, for for you, he’d do almost anything. ‘sorry, sejanus, it’s nice to have you here.’

- hasn’t used your actual name in like 5 years because he once called you ‘sweet thing’ and literally got addicted

‘sweet thing, you gonna come over and help me study?’

‘c’mon sweet thing, you know you want to come over this weekend.’

‘so, you gonna be my date for the winter formal or what, sweet thing?’

- will only have heart to hearts in bed late at night when it’s the two of you alone, and they’re always some of your favourite moments

‘you know, I really do love you sweet thing, even if I have trouble saying it sometimes.’

#beybaldes answers !!#beybaldes hc !!#tbosbas x reader #festus creed x reader #festus creed imagine #festus creed oneshot

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How funny it is that throughout the entire series I didn't share or sometimes even understand the dislike of many viewers towards Phee and Jin, only to hate them literally in the last minutes of the finale 😁

I liked Phee and Jin's dynamic from the beginning and I liked this relationship more than PheeNon's. Phee, both in the present and in flashbacks, was a great character for me, very much my style, and I also had a lot of sympathy for Jin. I was also convinced that Phee was on his path of revenge/searching for answers, and that Jin didn't upload the video.

I was so confident in my opinions that even when Phee spilled the beans to Jin, I was convinced that he wasn't that stupid and mean and that it was all part of some bigger plan. Likewise, until the end I was convinced that Jin was wrong and he was not the one who leaked this video, also based on Fluke's words (who said to Tee for some reason that he "knows everything, INCLUDING the video").

So when the finale brought confirmation that yes, Phee was a fucking snitch, that he sided with his "friends", and that yes, Jin actually released the video like an absolute piece of shit, all my sympathy evaporated in the blink of an eye. Poof! 🥳

I understand Phee's concerns and his refusal to participate in Tan's plan, but that's not the problem, it's HOW he did it. Phee isn't trying to protect the group AND TAN, who is also his friend ffs! NO! Phee is constantly confrontational, aggressive, escalating violence, doing everything against Tan, treating him like HIS worst enemy. He openly accuses Tan when everyone is agitated and someone has a gun, provoking Tan (Tan, who according to him is a dangerous murderer!) without thinking about what he might do. Phee accuses him, Tan takes control and manages the situation so that Tee confesses what really happened with Non, so , you know, a big deal right? That's what it was all about, right? And what does Phee do? He ends the scene by pointing his gun at Tan. When Tan says "you wanted to know the truth about Non, now you know" how does Phee react? He punches Tan. I'm absolutely surprised and appalled that after 3 years of friendship with Tan, watching the nightmare that is his life, saving him, when it comes to choosing, Phee comes so easily to choose "friends", without offering Tan a single bit of kindness, a kind word, extended hand. As if their friendship, their cause, their shared past, Non, didn't exist, didn't matter.

THE MORE BAD HE FINDS ABOUT THE BOYS, THE MORE HE HELPS THEM AND THE MORE HE IS ON THEIR SIDE. This is something I just cannot understand at all! In addition, Phee shot Tan even though he had a camera stand right next to the gun, used successfully many times in the series! 😆 He could have hit Tan unconscious, he didn't have to kill him!! And, what really pisses me off, he shot Tan in defense of Tee!!! Then he helped Tee and Jin, people who ruined and led to Non's death with their choices and actions. I don't know how much more you can insult his memory!

The ending itself is the final nail in the coffin for Phee and Jin's reputation in my house 😎 As I understand it, the final scenes are their hallucinations. And these hallucinations are nice and normal, they have a nice life, they fulfill their dreams, they have a career, they go to college - everything that Non and Tan don't have. In their hallucination there is no room for reflection, for regret, or for any discomfort. They are selfish even in hallucinations that show their real feelings. They still have the nerve to analyze Tee, the only one on whom the events of this house left any impact. I'm not surprised that Non himself appeared in Phee's hallucination, since Phee didn't find a place for him 😏

Their hallucinations, the earlier ones, are also interesting. As much as I loved Jin's hallucinations, it's telling that even in his guilt, Jin still made everything about himself. HE is the victim in his visions 🤷‍♀️ In the same way, Phee wakes up from his visions because it is he who decides which Non is real and which is not. Which means that Jin, instead of feeling bad for what he did to Non, feels bad for imagining "what if it were me." And Phee's guilt is not deep enough to allow Non to dominate his visions, as it happened with Tee, for example.

So in the end, I'm sad to say that as someone who really liked Phee and Jin, that after the finale - fuck them 😈

#dead friend forever #bl drama #thai bl

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shizucheese · 6 months

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So you know how there are some people who like to attack/ vilify those who don't like Lae'zel and they try to paint it as a sexism thing or claim it's "because she's not conventionally attractive" or w/e and then bring up Astarion and Shadowheart "because they're racist too" in the same breath? I think I had a bit of an epiphany on this that needs to be shared. Putting content warnings here as well as in the tags just to make sure we're thoroughly covered: references to trama, physical and verbal abuse, SA, toxic family dynamics, religious trauma, and religious zealotry ahead. Also note that this doesn't just apply to people whose favorite character is Astarion and/ or Shadowheart, I'm just focusing on them since they're the ones people complaining about people not liking Lae'zel always bring up.

Okay, now with all that out of the way... I think the people who complain about people not liking Lae'zel but liking Astarion and Shadowheart and fixating on the whole "but they're racist too" argument miss some pretty major points regarding why a lot of people like Astarion and Shadowheart and how the way Lae'zel treats you in Act 1 is a major factor. A lot of people like Astarion and Shadowheart because on some level, they relate to them. Maybe they came from a household where one or more adult was abusive (physically or verbally), narcissistic, overbearing and/ or controlling. Or maybe it was a friend or romantic partner, or more than one, who used them and abused them and treated them like dirt. Or maybe they're an SA survivor. Or maybe they have religious trauma, and maybe that religious trauma is exacerbated by the fact that they have people in their lives who refuse to change their views, or even double down on them, even when shown evidence that contradicts their beliefs. Or maybe it's some combination of these.

Even the reasons why Astarion doesn't like the Gur and Shadowheart doesn't like Githyanki is steeped in trauma: it was a group of Gur beating Astarion nearly to death that lead to him being tricked by Cazador into becoming his spawn (and if he hadn't been turned into a vampire, he would have died), and Shadowheart makes multiple references to the fact that she saw githaynki cut down her comrades during her mission with some serious brutality.

A lot of these people who identify with Astarion and Shadowheart because of their own past traumas have promised themselves that they're never going to let anyone teat them that way, speak to them that way, try to control them, act like they own them, etc. etc. ever again. I know that's what happened to me. Now let's look at how Lae'zel treats you in Act 1, shall we? She's verbally abusive. When you try to talk to her, she simply replies to you with "Speak" as if you're some kind of dog. When she first propositions you for sex, she's still at her most abusive towards you, but because you fight good, she wants to lick your skin, taste your sweat, and "take what's hers." Even once the entire party knows--because we literally all see it in action with our own eyeballs--that the only thing preventing us from becoming either brain washed slaves to the Absolute or just straight up becoming mind flayers is the Astral Prism, she still keeps trying to take it and return it to the githyanki, even going so far as to try and kill Shadowheart for it. Even when her loyalty to her culture nearly gets her killed in the Zaithisk, and you tell her the true nature of it, she refuses to accept the reality and tries to blame the doctor, who she accuses of being a traitor, rather than accept that no, actually, it was working exactly as intended. It takes Voss showing up at our camp after everything else that had happened, and telling her the truth about Orpheus--something we had already been told about and found books covering before that point--to get her to even consider the fact that um actually maybe Vlaakith is evil (something that coming face to face with her and her nearly killing us didn't even convince her of).

All of these things I've described about Lae'zel in Act 1 are things that can be incredibly triggering to someone who has experienced any of the traumatic experiences I described above that has resulted in people identifying with and latching onto Astarion and Shadowheart. And like....does Lae'zel get better in Acts 2 and 3? Sure. But by that point, the damage has been done. And like in real life, Lae'zel isn't owed anything just because by Act 2 she's clearing the bear minimum of not being straight up abusive to your character. People aren't required to stop ranking her as their least favorite character, or straight up not liking her, after the way she treats you for the first third of the game. Especially not when that "first third" can easily be the part of the game you spend the most time in, with you spending dozens of hours in that part of the game, which also means they're spending the most time with Lae'zel before her character improves at all. Like I'm not saying that the ven diagram between "people who relate to Astarion and Shadowheart because of trauma" and "people who don't like Lae'zel" is a perfect circle, but the overlap is probably a way rounder oval shape than people who are too busy insisting that if she were a handsome man she would totally be popular appreciate. Before I wrap this up, I want to touch on that last part because I think it's important to address. I've seen people make that claim, but would Lae'zel really be more popular if she were a guy? I haven't seen a single person who makes this claim say they would like Lae'zel more if she were a guy. What I have seen is multiple people say in response that they would actually like her less if she had been a guy, which is honestly also how I feel.

Maybe this is something worth exploring in a separate post someday, but I would actually argue that the only reason Lae'zel works as a party member at all is because she's a woman. Flip her gender and she becomes an abusive man who treats you like you're beneath him and who says he wants to taste your skin and your sweat and claim ownership of your body as the first "nice" thing he ever says to you. As a woman who already has to deal with the general sexism of our society (including lawmakers trying to take ownership of our bodies and make medical decisions for us instead of leaving it between us and our doctors), especially a woman with multiple male-dominated hobbies, that's something I would find incredibly triggering--(even more so than I already found Lae'zel's sex proposition, which already made me super uncomfortable and had me thinking "wow imagine if a guy said this"). That's not "edgy and mysterious;" a man who treats you poorly but still thinks he's entitled to you/ your body, would be the poster boy for toxic masculinity, and I can promise you that more people would have taken issue with a character like that than they do with Lae'zel as she is.

Especially people with trauma like what I described at the beginning of this..

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #lae'zel #astarion #astarion ancunin #shadowheart #tw: sa mention #tw: sa #tw: abuse #tw: verbal abuse #tw: family abuse #tw: toxic family #tw: platonic abuse #tw: religious trauma #tw: trauma #tw: religious zealotry

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☆ Dangerous

Ethan landry x reader (volturi)

a request from @scream-girl-imagines

Summary : your group of friends thinks you are ghostface since you always go out at night. if only they knew how much darker your secret is.

Warning(s) : blood + mention of death + vampires.

your life was just a race for centuries. literally. your friend samantha was complaining about having a serial killer as a father. your father is an original vampire, who turned billions of people into monsters, including your mother, whom he bit when she was pregnant with you. after your birth, your difference was very quickly noticed. your thirst for blood and your ability to make things move without even touching them immediately interested your father who understood how much you could serve him during battles. you've been running from your father and his group of dictators all your life. there is not a country, not a city that you have not known.

despite having seen the most beautiful wonders of this world, you have never been very happy until this day. the day you met him. ethan landry, your boyfriend. he was sitting at a table in the library where you worked. at night of course.

after weeks of flirting, you went on a date, then two and finally you got together. he then introduced you to his group of friends, who very quickly became your family, but everything was turned upside down the day some asshole decided to brandish the mask of ghostface and began to target your group of friends.

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"i'm fed up y/n." samantha yelled at you.

"why do you disappear every night ?" tara asked.

"admit it's fishy." mindy commented.

you felt the migraine coming. it was certain that they were going to accuse you. but you needed to go out at night to hunt. not with a mask. nor a knife. only with your fangs. thieves, rapists. you were killing bastards. no one would regret them. you understood the apprehension of your friends, but damn it pissed you off.

"are you ghostface ?"

a silence fell over sam and tara's apartment. you turned to the person who had asked the question. grief swept over you when you realized it was ethan.

you took deep breaths to calm yourself down, then you finally spoke. "I understand your doubts but I am in no way guilty of these attacks."

"so where are you disappearing to all these nights ?" asked your boyfriend. you leaned your head against the wall you were leaning against.

"i can not say it."

sam groaned hiding her face in her hands. "damn, why ?"

you were slowly losing patience. you wanted to tell them the truth, but they weren't going to believe you, and even if you didn't, they would be in danger if they ever learned of the existence of vampires.

"i have no right to tell you."

mindy chuckled. "because you are ghostface."

"NO." you screamed, and the glass that was on the table flew across the room and shattered against the wall above the television.

tara gasped then turned her head slightly towards you, terrified. then it was around others doing the same thing.

"how. how did you do that." ethan asked you.

your chest rose and fell rapidly. you were trying to calm yourself down by closing your eyes and taking deep breaths.

"y/n." sam started but you stopped her. "shut up. I'm fed up with your bullshit. I'm not ghostface so get the hell out of me." with these last words you took your jacket and went hunting.

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you spent most of the night hunting. even if you wanted to escape the confrontation with your friends, you had to go back to get your things back.

when you entered the apartment, they were all sitting on the couch. a feeling of fear floated. ethan cleared his throat. "y/n" you cut it off by raising your hand. "stop. i just came to pick up my things."

suddenly, an icy laugh was heard, then a voice. a voice you unfortunately knew too well.

"oh my dear y/n, don't be in such a hurry and stay with us."

you froze in place. unable to believe for a second that he was there. despite your desire to flee, you turned to face this person you knew too well.

once in front of him, you took a deep breath.

"good evening caius."

the blond smiled at you. but not with a warm smile. rather like a maniac ready to attack.

"good evening y/n. it's a delight to see you."

the man walked over to you and took your face in his hands. "you are even more beautiful than when we last met."

you shuddered under his hands. how the hell did he manage to find you.

"what do you want."

he looked from your eyes to your lips. this proximity did not please ethan. caius then ran his hand through your hair. then he pulled violently on it, which made you cry out in pain.

your friends were rushing to help you. "get your hands of her, asshole." ethan exclaimed.

caius raised his eyebrows amusedly. he then turned his gaze to ethan, addressing you.

"the lover, isn't it." he was devouring your boyfriend with his eyes. literally. "he looks delicious."

"do not even think about it."

you threatened him. he turns to you again. "or what."

"you know what I'm capable of. don't test me."

he released you and slowly walked towards your group of friends while informing you of the reason for his visit. "your father requests your presence."

"no. you and the others, including my father. you can fuck off."

caius froze, then slowly he turned to face you. "are you sure of yourself ?"

you were terrified inside, but it was out of the question for you to show. then you nod.

"fine." he suddenly grabbed tara by the neck and pressed her to him.

chad and sam came forward protectively but you blocked their way. "let her go."

the man nuzzled your friend's hair. "she smells so good. do you know how long it's been since i've tasted blood this fresh."

"i'm repeating myself one last time. let her go."

"i'm willing to bet she's even tastier than she looks."

it was the word too much. you threw caius against the wall. obviously without touching him. sam and chad rushed at tara to pull her towards them. the blonde got up with a grunt. "you're going to regret it, you little slut."

you let your true nature shine through and your eyes turned red. he approached you and grabbed you but suddenly you threw him back into the air.

when he was about to attack you again. a voice was heard. "caius. stop." the voice startled you. you then turned and saw marcus.

the man smiled tenderly at you. "good evening my dear." he approached you and placed a kiss on your forehead. you let him. of all your father's accomplices, marcus was by far the one you hated the least. you loved him even more than your own father.

"tell your dog to go." you told him.

"what did you say." a very angry caius asked.

"do i need to remind you who you are talking to ?" marcus asked him.

the blonde growled. "being aro's daughter doesn't make her untouchable."

"wait for me outside." the older of the two men was beginning to lose patience.

caius. furious, went away.

marcus turned to you again. "he's always had a thing for you. that's why he acts like that." you roll your eyes. "i'd rather get burned on a log than be with him." your comment made him laugh, then he turned to your friends.

"good evening. it's a pleasure to meet you despite the circumstances." your friends shared a horrified and terrified look.

their gaze hurt your heart. but you put aside this feeling. "marcus, i don't want to see my dad and you know it."

"i know, but he really needs you to come."

you shrug your shoulders. "why ?"

he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "he wants to kill the cullens."

you widened your eyes. the cullens are a family of vampires. they have helped you more than once.

"why does he want to kill them."

"it seems that renesme, the daughter of bella and edward, has put herself in a bad position. he wants to fight and he needs you on his team."

"it is out of the question."

marcus looked toward the door to make sure caius wasn't there, then he leaned toward you. "i know it. he knows it too, that's why he's going to try to kill you."

you froze when you heard that. "i insisted on coming. i had to warn you."

"does he know the real reason for your coming ?"

he shook his head. "you know what you have to do, don't you."

you nodded. "i'll set off tonight."

marcus nodded and walked away. once sure they were gone, samantha locked the door and turned to you. "what the fuck was that."

"I am a vampire."

some of your friends were nervously giggling, while others were shaking.

"y/n it's not really the time to joke." sam got angry.

you crossed your arms over your chest. "do i look like I'm kidding."

"vampires don't exist." ethan exclaimed.

you turned to him and sighed. "listen. believe me or not, i don't care. i have to leave for italy, so please go back to your business and leave me alone."

your friends were about to retaliate but with a quick step you took your things and left.

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two days had passed since your argument with your friends. you quickly packed your bags and took a direct flight to italy. none of them had tried to reach you. not even ethan, and that hurt you. but you didn't have time to think about it. you were waiting in front of the door of the great hall of the castle where the volturis met.

a man you assumed was a newborn, walked up to you and looked down on you.

"they are ready to receive you."

you rolled your eyes at his condescending tone and followed him. the great hall had not changed. always those idious paintings that sent shivers down your spine. the volturis rose to receive you. all except marcus. strange, he was always present during these kind of meetings.

"my dear child." exclaimed your father, who of course was in the center of the assembly.

he approached to hug you, but you backed away. your gaze cold and expressionless. "i heard you wanted to see me."

he nodded smiling. arg, that psycho smile still scared you so much.

"yes. i guess marcus explained my situation to you."

you sneered. "did he explain to me that you want to kill the cullen family. yes."

aro turned his back on you and walked over to his chair. "well, their child has become reckless. She lives with werewolves and we can't accept that much mixing."

you blinked, trying to figure out the logic. "you want to declare a war for this ?"

he sat down and nodded. "exactly. and i want you to help me."

"why ?"

he clapped his hands like an overexcited child. "because my child. your abilities are necessary for us. you also know where each of them live. you could bring them to me."

you approached him smiling. "my dear father, i'm going to save you a waste of time, here is my answer. no. will not help you kill my friends."

"i knew you would answer this."

he tilted his head to the side and addressed the man who had taken you to the great hall. "let them in."

you frowned and watched the man walk out. then he came back with men who were all pulling people by the hair. your heart almost stopped when you recognized your boyfriend's voice. "let go of me you asshole."

then they brought in the rest of your friends. you advanced towards them but the voice of your father stopped you. "i wouldn't do that if i were you."

you turned to him, frowning. "why ?"

he tapped on the arm of his chair while smiling. "marcus wanted to help them. now he's burning in hell."

you felt your body being invaded by a wave of hatred.

"don't look at me like that. it's all your fault, if your bitch mother killed you when i ordered her to, then marcus would still be alive and your friends would be happy and safe far away."

the tears welled up in you. "oh look at you. you don't deserve my blood running through your veins. by the way." he snapped his fingers and a man grabbed you. ethan and your friends started fidgeting and screaming. "i think it's time to get my blood back."

the man grabs your face and brings a knife to your throat. a voice in your head kept screaming at you. "Do it. DO IT."

you let go then and the man flew in the air and went to impale himself on a point which served as decoration.

aro stood up clapping. "here is my child."

you got up and several men threw at you but you killed them without even touching them. breaking their necks, or gouging out their eyes. while advancing towards your father. his allies stood up but he motioned for them not to move.

"what are you going to do now ?"

you bent down and whispered to him. "burn you in hell."

without even touching him, he burst into flames. the pain made him stand up and scream but you watched him slowly die.

he was pushing his last when you advanced towards your friends to release them. ethan threw himself against you and hugged you. "i was so worried."

you pulled back and ran a hand over his face. "i know. but it's over now."

caius walked towards you quickly. "you think you can come here and kill aro without suffering the consequences, you little bitch."

your friends stood in front of you to protect you. the blonde stopped and laughed. "do you really think you can protect her from us ?"

your friends exchanged a look then in chorus said. "yes."

as the blonde smoked in anger, you pulled your friends by the hand out of the building. once outside, they took turns hugging you. ethan did the last and he couldn't take his lips off you.

you laughed and pushed him gently. tara cleared her throat and tugged your arm lightly. "um, there are strong arms coming towards us."

you looked in the direction she pointed and smiled. "I’ll be right back."

you advanced towards the "big arms" and greeted them.

"is he dead ?." one of them asked you.

"yes. the others are all yours. but I'm counting on you to be discreet."

the man laughed. "y/n you know that discression is not our thing."

you laughed in turn. "i know. Jacob."

he nodded then he and his pack changed into wolves before entering the castle to finish the job.

your friends were watching the scene, speechless.

chad started to stammer. "did they just turn into wolves ?"

you laughed and nodded. "it's best that you don't know about all the dangerous creatures that actually exist."

#ethan landry #scream vi #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you

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hellfireclubmember · 7 months

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Secret Nerd PT 2

Someone requested this and I can't find the ask so I am sorry. I'm also sorry for literally taking forever to get to it.

part 1

Summary: Eddie, who may or may not be in love with you, finds out you like LOTR.

Warning(s): lots of steve fluff but eddie angst, unrequited love, not proof read

pairing(s): boyfriend!steve harrington x fem!reader, platonic!in love!eddie munson x fem!reader

w/c: 1.6k

Siouxsie and the Banshees was softly playing through the dimly lit shop. The stacks of new records were beginning to lose their height as you sorted them out into their appropriate bins. There was dust in the air from the number of bins you were kicking out of the way. Usually there was someone to help you with the heavy lifting, but it was 10 AM on a Tuesday. A time void of customers.

“(Y/N)!!” Eddie’s voice boomed through the store.

There was something almost pathetic about how fast a smile appeared on your face when you heard him. You loved it when Eddie visited you at work. He always made your shift go by at Mach speeds. He helped you on inventory days, walking around holding piles of records all whilst giving you free music advice. Which was really just him complaining about anything you put on the loudspeaker. Because according to the dramatic mop of hair, ‘your music taste would be perfect if you just cut out all the moody, creepy whining.’

“I know you’re in here, short stack! Only you would be playing Siouxsie.” You could hear the eyeroll from across the store.

“Yeah, whatever, act like I haven’t seen you nod your head to Happy House.” You walked onto the main floor where Eddie was sitting on the counter, next to the Madonna cassettes. “Nice of you to come see me, Edward.”

“No need to continue the act, (Y/L/N).” His face was stone cold, eyes blank. Last time he looked that severe, he was being told that Hellfire couldn’t use the theatre room because the basketball team had booked it last second. Not a good day to be around Hellfire’s dungeon master. Mike, Dustin and Lucas avoided him for two days, just to be safe.

“You don’t have to pretend to be friends with me any longer; for I have been told the truth.” He hopped off the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, covering the Megadeth graphic plastered on his black tee. “The lady lies.”

“Me lady?” You pointed your finger to your chest, confused as you could be. “I lie?” Brows furrowed as you thought of any fib you might’ve muttered out lately.

“You lie! If we were friends, you would’ve never kept your love for Lord of the Rings from me!” he exclaimed, hand on his forehead. In that moment, the appreciation you had for Eddie’s dramatics had been replaced with a strong urge to kill. You should’ve guessed it though; it had been exactly one day and one night since you had admitted it to Dustin. And Dustin is a HUGE blabber mouth. The boy did not stop.

“Ah, heard about that huh?”

“Yeah, I heard about that.” He rudely mimicked your voice and glared at you. “This entire time, when I was holding stacks of Duran Duran for you, we could’ve been talking about Boromir’s heroic sacrifice.” It was taking everything in Eddie not to crack. He couldn’t stop thinking about how cute you look all pouty. You were all frown lines and crossed arms.

The small crush Eddie had on you seemed to grow at speeds that would leave NASA’s head spinning. When you were first introduced, he didn’t think much of you. Some chick he saw at school occasionally, walking with Nancy or laughing with faceless losers. You were one of the rare people that didn’t move to the other side of the hallway when he walked by, so he definitely remembered you when Dustin was pushing him toward the group. He already knew you were dating Steve, how could he not? ‘Steve’s girlfriend’ was your identifier. And back then, there was nothing he cared less about. Currently it’s something that didn’t let him sleep at night.

Eddie was never sure what love would feel like; and now he knew what both love and heartbreak felt like. Even so, he was never truly sad, not when he could spend time with you like this. The faux vexed look you were forcing onto your face was enough to crush any self-pity swelling in his chest. Besides, he knew that there was no way he had a chance. You loved Steve, and Eddie knew there was no one else you would rather love.

“You would be a Boromir kind of guy.”

Eddie held his hand over his chest as if he were hit with an arrow. “A woman after my own heart.” He fell onto the counter he was previously sitting on.

“Where’s my pretty girl?” The voice of the sandy haired man was heard before he was seen. Eddie watched your eyes light up before you walked around the counter toward the door.

“Hi, Stevie.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. Steve was like a giant, human Xanax. He made every muscle in your body relax, every racing thought slow down. You squeezed him tight and took a deep breath. Steve loved your hugs. You hugged him as if he had gone away for years at a time.

Steve’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, and he kissed the top of your head. “I missed you.”

“Aw I missed you more, Harrington.” Eddie stood behind you. His arms were crossed over his chest. He was trying his best to look as big as possible. Even if he did know you loved Steve, it did not keep him from messing with him as often as he could.

There was really very little things Eddie could do about the pesky feelings that clawed at his chest when your eyes reached his. He knew that at some point they would slowly fizzle out, like the bubbles in his favorite beer. But for now, he was going to enjoy them. Enjoy looking at you smile, hearing you laugh, rolling your eyes, even putting away those annoying records and cassettes. Even if the image of you stuck to Harrington chunked away at his health. He was used to piecing his heart back together with the scraps of time he could spend with you. Eddie knew what his role was in life and getting the girl wasn’t part of it. It was devastating but his songs had never been better.

You felt Steve’s body tense up. “Man, you’re in here a lot.” He kept a possessive arm around your shoulders. “You wouldn’t want my girl or anything, would you?”

Your head snapped up to look at your boyfriend. That was a really jerky thing to say. Something King Steve would say. Which is what was the most surprising bit, with all the effort Steve put in to distance himself with his asshole high school self. All his other moments of jealousy were pretty tame, cute even. But he was being a jerk to your friend, and it was very upsetting.

Eddie scoffed. “I could never. That would be really dumb of me, right?” He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him, his lips placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. “I bid your farewell, fair maiden. I have dragons to slay and whatnot.”

The sunlight from outside painted the walls of the record store once Eddie opened the door. The second he was out of ear shot you finally spoke to Steve.

“I hate it when you’re like that.” Steve looked over at you when he heard your voice, and your frown was like a shot to the heart. He was no stranger to your cute angry face, but he knew when you were really upset. That frown looks nothing like the one you shoot him when he steals some of your fries. And he knew why you were upset. He was being a douche bag. As he was saying the words, he knew they were very asshole things to say but he couldn’t stop it. Steve couldn’t help how angry Eddie’s heart eyes made him.

“C’mon baby. He was flirting with you.” He tried to reason with you, walking around the counter to where you were counting some cassettes. “He has to know he can’t have you. Even if you’re all nerdy too.”

“Steve, Eddie isn’t a threat to you.” You turned around to face him. “Just cuz we both like..”

“I know. God, I know he’s not. I’m not insecure, sweets.” He put his hand on your right hip. Looking down at you. “I know I was made for you ‘cus there’s no one out there that loves you like I do.” He let go of your hip and found your hand. A perfect fit, but he already knew that. If that thing about an invisible string was true, he knew you were both knotted up together. Like those impossible knots on your necklaces, the ones you have Steve work out for you.

The anger that you felt for Steve dissipated and turned to another familiar feeling. Adoration. Love. Loving Steve has been the easiest thing you have ever done. He made it so easy. With his honey coated words and his pretty pink lips that kiss away all your worries.

“I just wish you would be nice to Eddie. He’s done nothing but be good friend to me.” There was a part of Steve that knew you were right. He was a good friend, not just to you but to multiple of his own friends. But the part of him that knew he was in love with you made him want to pummel Eddie.

“I just hate that he thinks about you the way I do.” He placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “It should be illegal. I should put in a word with Hop, get him arrested or something.” Another kiss on the tip of your nose. “In fact, get every loser that thinks they have a chance with you and through ‘em in jail.” Another kiss to your forehead. He saw the way you were biting back a smile when he pulled away.

“Just please stop being an asshole okay?” His finger found your sides and he started to poke, making you giggle and squirm away.

“If you insist, angel.” His lips pressed to yours for a long kiss.

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