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star-suh · 5 months

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🎃SCREAM (my name)🎃

choi san x male reader

cw: college au, movie au(?), killer top san, y/n is trapped in a hole in the wall, dub-con, rimjob, degradation, spanking, creampie, breaking the 4th wall(?).

an: i was thinking about a way to porn-ify the scream movie then i remembered that scene from scary movie with the girl in the garage 😭 and i merge it with that stuck in the wall trope and boom this fic was born lmao.

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despite the murders that have recently occurred, the students of the kq university decide to have a party just because why not?.

“how the fuck are they so happy dancing and getting high on a party when there's a literal murderer on the campus?” wondered y/n in a low voice.

“the real question is how the fuck are you complaining about it while literally being in the party drinking a cup of vodka with fruit juice?” seonghwa stated.

“i don't know dude, slasher movie logic i guess?” he spoke while drinking the remaining liquid on his cup, “gonna go for more” he then walks away while seonghwa starts rubbing himself on someone.

“umm excuse me.. uh, isn't there more of this?” y/n signals the bowl that was filled with vodka before. “yes there are more but… it's in the basement. if you want more go down there and take all you want dude” the man pats y/n's shoulder and walks away. “are you fucking kidding me? this is giving scream for fuck's sake i'm gonna die” he screams internally, preparing to go and seek more of that delicious cocktail of vodka with fruits.

with each step down the stairs y/n plans a ton of ways to escape if the murderer happens to be there.. “helloo?. umm is someone down there?” his voice echoes in the dark room and not a single response “where is the light switch” he spoke while he illuminates the place with the flashlight of his cell phone.

finally he found the light switch and turn on the lights, showing that there was no one in there “i should stop being so paranoid”. y/n opens the refrigerator taking out the cans of his favorite liquor, he was entertained reading the flavors of each can that he didn't notice the basement door being closed by someone.

"what do we have here?" a deep and seductive voice echoes in y/n's ears, he turns around quickly, dropping all the cans. there he was, face to face with the masked killer. “i fucking knew it” he whispered grabbing all the cans and throwing them at the killer. “leave me alone you psycho, i haven't done anything bad in my life” y/n begs for his life as he looks for a way out.

he suddenly remembers that this was mingi's house and there was a hole in one of the walls that they used to when they were in high school to sneak into the basement and drink mingi's father's liquor “good times” he murmurs running towards the hole.

“where is it” he shouts scattering the objects around trying to find the hole, “why is he doing nothing” anxious, y/n pushed a large shelf finally found his way to salvation "see you in hell motherfucker" giving the middle finger to the murderer and immediately going through the hole squirming around. everything looked so good until y/n got trapped, only half of his body made it through the hole. “shit this can't be happening. fuck!... please don't harm me please” his prayers being silenced by the loud music of the party above.

he was already preparing to die when he felt a hand groping his ass "what the hell? don't touch me pervert". he began to discard y/n's pants and underwear, "perverted son of a bitch" could be heard on the other side of the wall, y/n started to move his legs trying to kick the murderer but the only thing he received was a hard spank that made his eyes water.

the masked murderer started to rub his big bulge between y/n's ass cheeks, on the other side of the wall the guy was biting his lower lip so the other man can't hear his moans. “i shouldn't have put the cell phone in my pants pocke—hngh” suddenly he felt something wet on his rim making his eyes widen and his face turn red. on the other side the masked man was inserting his wet tongue in and out “what a tasty hole. gonna eat it until it's all gaping and gushy with my saliva”.

y/n's legs were trembling, the pleasure was immense something he haven't feel in months, “so goodd~”...

the ring of muscles was dripping with saliva “i can't get enough of this” says the masked pervert still eating y/n's ass out. on the other side y/n was a blushing, panting mess with hooded eyes and drool coming out of the corners of his mouth “please stop, i can't take it anymore..”

“nuh-uh dude we are halfway done” the man spoke, spanking the ass 10 times, 5 to each ass cheek. he pulls out his cock and starts slapping it in the already wet hole making sinful noises that he loves to hear, watching how much pre-cum y/n's cock is leaking he puts his big cock under y/n's tip and smear it around his own to use it as lube “you tell me to stop but you're body says otherwise.. look how much you're leaking slutty boy” he says that while shaking y/n's hard cock.

he slowly introduced his big dick, that delicious burning sensation of the stretch making y/n moan loudly lowkey enjoying it “so big~”.

“you're clenching so hard boy, do you love my cock that much?.just say you're my plaything and i give you more of this”. “no” cockdrunk y/n managed to say “i'm no one's..”. another hard spank landed on his ass “you're being a bad boy, i think you need to be punished”. the taller grabbed him by the legs locking them in his waist and started to rail the boy into oblivion, the thrusts were so hard producing a notorious recoil on y/n's ass.

“i'm gonna wreck you up, you hear me?. i'm gonna drenched you with my cum and pump you full like the useless cumdump you are”.

“yes, just use me to please your big cock i'm just a hole for you~” his fear completely gone and now being replaced by just horny thoughts of being fucked by that big dick.

wet, gushy sounds echoing throughout the basement while moans were doing the same on the other side of the wall, “look how much you're clenching on me, what a desperate whore”. the masked man feeling that sensation on his stomach started to stroke y/n's cock “let's cum together”, being stimulated by both sides it only made y/n cum quickly muttering a small “sorry” as he caught his breath. “bad boy, i told you to cum together with me” he does a last hard thrust and then pulls out his cock to jerk himself off on top of y/n's ruined hole.

lots of thick gooey sperm coming out of the masked man's tip, creaming y/n's hole “fuck you make me cum so much.. you're a really good milker” he expressed collecting all the cum with the tip of his cock and then inserting it into the dirty hole as deep as he can “would love if we repeat this again soon” the masked man snickers, while on the other side of the wall y/n fell asleep.

the next morning y/n woke up laying on the basement floor, the masked killer pulled him out of the hole without him realizing it, "what the hell happened last night" the boy wondered while touching his head because of the hangover he was feeling. he stood up and walked towards the basement door to get out of there without noticing the wet patch forming on the back of his pants.

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jogetsobsessed · 8 months

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Friendship Bracelets - Paul Lahote x Reader

Hearing the engine of the rusty orange truck cut caused you to stir from your place on the couch. Your homework was sprawled all across the living room, the static of the TV crackling as it was in between channels.

You were slightly annoyed that your sister was home cause that meant that her beau was in tow and you'd have to witness the awkward love the two of them shared.

“Bella why don't you just listen to me”, your sister's boyfriend argued. Great, they were having their hourly argument. These happened so often because your sister was one of the most stubborn people you've ever met.

“Edward drop it. I'm doing it and you can't tell me otherwise”, your sister shot back.

“Bella I said no”, he downright yelled.

They crashed into the kitchen and you could see how they were both physically angry and neither wanted to back down from their standpoint of whatever the hell they were talking about.

“You don't get to make my decisions for me”, Bella screamed.

“It's not safe for you to go alone Bella, and I obviously can't go”, Edward yelled.,

By now you were leaning against the doorframe observing the lovers quarrel, holding back laughter. You had to watch them go through this every day, except this time Edward seemed to be holding his ground even more, so it had to be serious. Normally he just gave in to your quarrelsome sister but not this time.

Bella looked around completely baffled that somebody wasn't just giving her the green light to do whatever she wanted to do. As she looked around exasperated she spotted you listening in on the conversation and her eyes sparkled.

“I won't go alone”, she proudly declared.

“Hmm”, Edward hummed in question.

“Y/N’s going with me”, Bella stated.

“Absolutely not, I’m not letting you drag me into this”, you yelled suddenly less amused.

“Bella just dropped it”, Edward stated clearly not enthused by Bella’s response.

“Y/N just do this for me please”, Bella pleaded.

She looked up at you with pleading eyes. Clearly, this was important to her. And no matter how much she pissed you off, you enjoy pissing Edward off even more.

“Yeah Eddy boy I guess I’m going with good ole Bells to…where the hell are we going Bella?”, you asked.

“La Push”

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The truck rattled down the gravel driveway as your sister drove you to the undisclosed location that apparently meant so much to her.

Pulling to a stop in front of a wooden cabin in the middle of the woods you couldn't help but admire its beauty. Though the house itself was worn down in front of it barrels full of flowers and homemade raised flower beds were littered around.

“Stay in the car”, your sister nonchalantly said.

“Umm no”, you argued back.

“I shouldn't be long, half an hour tops' ', was all she had to say.

“Bella, I'm not letting you leave me here for thirty minutes. I’m helping you out by coming with you. I agreed to go with you with whatever you were doing, not to stay in the car”, you retorted.

“Fine, just be careful and try to be quiet”, she sighed.

“Whatever weirdo”, you answered.

As the doors of the truck slammed shut and both of you hopped out the front door to the cabin two tanned-skinned boys came barreling out, both wanting to be the first to talk to Bella.

“Bella is that you”, one of the boys called out.

“Dude you know it's her don't be weird”, the other replied, shoving his friend nearly to the ground.

Bella just laughed and nodded for you to follow her, the both of you stopping right in front of the two shirtless boys.

“Who's the girl Bella?”, boy number one asked as he eyed you up and down, clearly suspicious.

“This is my younger sister, I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned her a few times, or at least Jacob has”, Bella answered.

“Umm I’m Y/N��, you said shyly, granting them a small wave. As much as you didn't want to be you were intimidated by the two boys, something about their presence, maybe it was the way they were standing was almost animalistic.

“Jared," the boy said.

“Quil”, the other spoke.

“Great, now that introductions are done, can we go in? I came to talk to Jacob and he said to meet him here”, Bella asked.

“Yeah, everyone’s inside we were just heading out to go run the perimeter…hey!”, Jared was cut off by a smack from Quil who looked at him as if he had three heads.

The strange cadence to their voices through you off and how quick Quill was to cut Jared off downright made you nervous, but you weren't going to say anything. You didn't want to be rude.

Bella mumbled for you to follow her, which you did. Trudging up the old wooden steps you glanced around your sister's body to glance through the small glass window next to the front door.

Inside around a large circular wooden table sat more tanned skin boys, all with their shirts off. They were laughing and shoving each other while eating what looked like pumpkin bread. You were able to recognize Jacob, even though he looked different from the last time you saw him. You could also see a girl, she had a large scar that covered a portion of her face and she was standing in the kitchen mixing a bowl of batter.

Without hesitation, Bella rapped her knuckles against the wooden door, clearly impatient that it didn't open within the first five seconds.

Still looking through the window you could see all the faces turn to look towards your direction. As quickly as you could you moved to hide behind your sister, embarrassed that you had been spotted.

“Bella it's good to see you”, the girl with the bowl of batter said as she opened the door, one of the shirtless boys protective watching from over her shoulder.

“You too Emily, Sam”, Bella added nodding to the guy standing behind the girl, who you now knew as Emily.

“And this must be your little sister, Y/N right”, Emily asked, her eyes shining bright.

“Yeah”, you breathed out still on edge.

“Well, it's nice to finally meet you Y/N. You, ladies, need to come inside, it's freezing out there”, Emily ushered, opening the door wider and pushing Sam out of the way. He gave you a half smile and a nod as if he could sense that you were nervous.

Bella barged in like she owned the place and went straight towards the table of boys, all of them amused at her presence not bothering to really give you a good look.

“Jacob”, she barked.

Jacob looked up from where he was sitting to roll his eyes at Bella's neediness. After they had a mini staring contest he looked beyond so he could see you. Sending you a cheesy grin he shot up and out of his seat. Rushing over to you and scooping you into his arms, spinning you around,

“Little Y/N. You’re all grown up”, he said laughing. After holding onto you for a few more seconds he let your feet return to the earth again before keeping you an arm's length away so he could get a good look at you.

Your back faced the dining room table and Jacob smiled as he saw truly how much you had grown up.

“It's been six or seven years. How long have you been back?”, he asked.

“Like three weeks. Been trying to get acclimated back to Forks after all these years”, you told him.

“Well, I’m glad you're back now, even though I am a little annoyed that Bella and Charlie have been keeping you all to themselves for these past few weeks. And before I go off to see whatever the hell it is your sister wants to drag me into, I'll introduce you to these idiots right here”, Jacob told you.

You turned around so you were facing the table. You could see a couple of the boys were now looking at you and the rest were semi-focused on the pumpkin bread they were eating.

“This here is Embry, Seth, Brady, and Collin. And you’ve already met Sam and Emily. And I assume Jared and Quil introduced themselves on their way out. All you are missing is Leah who is not here right now and Paul who should be here in a little bit”

You said hi to everyone and accepted the seat that Jacob offered you and a slice of pumpkin bread from Emily. After being assured by your sister and Jacob that they would be right back, you agreed to wait and hang out with your new friends, or people you hoped were going to be your new friends.

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You had no idea how much time had passed since your sister and Jacob had been gone but you didn't really care.

This was the most amount of fun you had experienced in months. The boys had convinced you to play a card game with them once a girl, whom you were introduced to as Leah, came over. They had even got Sam to play with you guys and it was a total blast. Cards were flying everywhere every time one of the boys lost a hand. Emily had been watching from the kitchen giggling every time an insult was thrown at her fiance.

“God dammit. This game is so freaking stupid”, Embry exclaimed after he was the very apparent loser of the last round. As he slammed his cards against the table and everyone laughed at his tantrum the front door was pushed open and three more people entered laughing at their own conversation.

Looking to see what was going on you smiled at your sister and Jacob noticing that they had the third with them. You were pleased to see that Bella looked less agitated than she had before they left and Jacob looked intact.

“Oh hey Y/n that's Paul”, Seth said, nodding to the third person with your sister and Jacob after they started to make their way toward the dining room table. Turning your head to face the illusive Paul you were startled.

He stood there next to Jacob and when the two of you locked eyes you saw every ounce of oxygen leave his body all at once. He looked shocked and extremely pleased and scared all at once.

It was overwhelming and you had no idea what was happening. But you were smart enough to know that it was something.

Nobody said anything in the passing moments and there was so much tension in the room it began to get too hard to breathe. You looked between Paul, Jacob, and your sister, too afraid to speak. Your eyes begging them for an explanation. Jared opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but a hand clamped down on his shoulder shut him up before anything happened.

“Everyone out…NOW”, Sam growled. As lightning came and went, almost everyone was out of the house. All that was left was yourself, Sam, Paul, your sister, and Jacob. Emily didn't leave the house but she did excuse herself upstairs to go busy with something other than baking. “Paul”, Sam was the one to speak again.

You were still perched on the dining room chair, your hands holding your knees that were curled against you.

You watch as Sam gives the three left still standing a look causing Jacob to pull Bella towards the barstools that rested under the kitchen counter, and surprisingly she didn't put up a fight like she normally does.

That left Paul, having not moved an inch since whatever it was that happened between the two of you.

Sam moved towards Paul and he moved his hand onto Paul's shoulder giving him a nod and a slight push in your direction. Jacob then whispered something to Bella, which caused her to stand up from her barstool and throw her hands up, her mouth opening to have a freakout. But Jacob harshly shrugged her down and clamped a hand over her mouth so nothing could come out. You almost lost it over her defeated look, but you refrained since the situation seemed grave.

“Paul, would you rather do this alone?”Sam broke the silence.

“Umm yeah, why don't we head out back. I’m gonna send everyone in. But we’re gonna stay close just in case, um you know”, Paul stammered.

Paul moved towards the back door but backtracked so he was standing to the side of you. He held out his hand towards you. Every ounce of you was screaming internally telling you to not take it and run. But there was a small part of you, a point zero, zero one percent of you told you to trust him. And even though that percentage was so small the idea was echoed throughout.

So slowly you reached out, accepting his invitation and letting him softly pull you out of the chair. You could tell that once your hand was in his he relaxed. He found enough confidence to even twirl a bracelet you wore on your wrist so that he could get a better look at it.

Weaving through Emily’s house you looked over your shoulder and saw Jacob's mouth that you were going to be okay, and Bella was fuming but that was usual for her so you didn't think twice.

Paul opened up the back door for you letting you out first, but not letting go of your hand. The group that had once occupied the kitchen table was now kicking a soccer ball around and chatting. But the conversation stopped once Paul's steps squeaked the wooden floorboards of the porch.

Smirks were placed on their faces but were immediately wiped off once Paul literally growled at them, which sent shivers down your spine.

The soccer ball was quickly abandoned and they all rushed by and back into Emily’s house, but not before they could send a few teasing remarks toward Paul, which caused him to huff and puff a bit. But he quickly got over it once he looked towards you.

He pulled you towards a set of lawn furniture that looked like it had seen better days that rested on the wrap-around porch.

Once you sat down on the couch you once again pulled your legs against your chest. It was a mental way of creating a boundary between you and Paul that you weren't even doing consciously.

Once he was next to you his hands found yours yet again. You were somewhat calmed by the sudden warmth that he gave off.

“Y/I need to tell you something”, Paul finally said.

“Yeah I figured as such”, you said slightly laughing trying to bring humor in to break up the tension. Paul met your laughter as he twisted your bracelet around some more.

“So obviously something happened”, he drawled.

“Yeah”

“Do you want me to be blunt or sugarcoat it”, he asked.

“Be blunt”, you answered.

“OK well umm. There's no easy way to put this but you see well. My tribe, the Quileutes, we’re special. Some of us have a special gene that makes us different”

“You’re sugarcoating it”, you interrupted.

“I'm sorry, fine. The gene makes us shifters. We shift into wolves. I’m a werewolf”

“Be so for real right now”, you answered, absolutely breaking out into laughter. With your comment, you could hear a collection of howling laughter coming from in the house. Paul looked absolutely bewildered but regained his composure, a smirk of disbelief formed on his face as he shook his head.

“That's why I wanted to tell you the full story. I think it would have been a little more believable, then hey I’m a werewolf. But you’re the impatient one”, Paul said, raising his eyebrows.

“Ok, so wolf boy. How do I come into this mix?”, you questioned.

“That's the even more complicated part”

“Spill”

“Shifters have something called imprints. You’re mine”, he gulped at the last part as he looked at you for approval.

You wouldn't believe what you were hearing. This was insane. Not believing him at all and believing him fully at the same time.

You couldn't deny the connection that you felt with him, but werewolves don't exist. Or at least you didn't think that they did.

“Imprints are like soulmates. But they don't have to be romantic. It could just be me being your protector or a friend. Or something more. It's your ultimate choice in the matter”. Paul had a firm grip on your hand now like he needed to be touching some part of you at the moment. '`Do you have anything to say?”, he asked.

Inhaling as much air as your lungs could take in and letting it all out slowly you shifted yet again this time so you were fully in front of him. You wanted more time to think over everything that had just been thrown at you but part of you was terrified. If you asked for more time to think you would get in your head or worse let Bella get in your head. Since you were pretty positive that she knew everything that was going on based on her reactions earlier.

“Would a human imprint, would they feel the connection too?”

“Yeah. Umm not completely like a wolf but they do. You’ll feel drawn to me. Any emotions surrounding me will feel heightened. You can feel the connection”, Paul answered.

“Cool”, was all that you could manage to get out. This reaction made Paul heartily laugh and it made your heart warm to see him light up.

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“So what's the deal with you and Bella? We met her about a year ago and she just mentioned that she had a sister and that was it. Why did you just now come out of the woodwork?”Paul asked. You were now leaning against his chest, snuggled into it appreciating the warmth he provided against the freezing winds that whipped through the forest Emily's house sat in.

“Well, I lived with my mom and stepdad for pretty much most of my life. My dad and mom got together pretty soon after Renee and he got divorced. That's why I'm only two years younger than Bella. A few months ago my stepdad found out he was sick and my mom wanted to move across the country so he could be treated at Boston Medical Center since they have a trial program he’s eligible for. Which I was all for because I love my step-dad and want him to get treated but it would have been too hard for me to go with him. So my mom called Charlie and asked if I could move back here”

“Damn I'm so sorry Y/N”, Paul softy said as he pulled you closer to him.

“It's fine. My mom sends me daily updates on him and I’m glad to be back here with Charlie. And really it's probably a good thing that Bella and I are around each other more. Really our entire lives the only time we’ve gotten to know each other is over the phone”, you assured him.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as Paul hummed no melody in particular and continued to wrap your bracelet in circles slowly around your wrist. You watched as it turned left and right and Paul's eyes concentrated on it.

“I can make you one”, you said looking up to meet his eyes and giving him a sweet smile. He looked shocked for a second, almost embarrassed that you had caught him playing with it.

“I don't wanna have to make you do anything for me”, Paul stuttered, but he still did not drop your left wrist.

“Paul it would be no big deal. It's easy. I even have the colors left over. We could match”, You wiggled your eyebrows at the last point attempting to calm him down. Which worked. He laughed at your weirdness and pulled you tight to him again.

“The packs gonna give me such crap for wearing a pink and orange bracelet”, he whined pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Such it up Lahote, You're getting a matching friendship bracelet”

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1st post on tumblr, kinda nervous to see how this is going to do lol.

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sissylittlefeather · 4 days

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Double fic day...

It Feels So Right (how can it be wrong?): Part 2

A/N: This mini series is SO FUN. Just a reminder this is the one where ghost!Elvis possesses Austin during the filming of Elvis (2022). If you need to get caught up, read Part 1 here. Enjoy this second installment!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex

Word count: ~2.5k

Elvis is nervous about how Austin will react when he finds out he used his body to go out with you, but what's done is done. And he has every intention of begging to let it happen again.

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The next day at work, you deliver your coffees like you always do.

Elvis hasn't found a way to tell Austin what happened. Austin can tell something is going on, but he assumes it's just some weird ghost business and doesn't pry into why Elvis is acting strange.

But when you walk up to Austin, Elvis tries to catch his attention.

"Austin. Man, I-"

"Hey!" He looks at you and then looks around to make sure you're talking to him.

"Hi..."

"I brought you a coffee. You said you like two creams and two sugars, right?" Elvis puts his face in his hand. That's his coffee order. He's not even sure what Austin would want.

"Oh... umm..." You look at him and your smile falls. You thought something special happened last night, but maybe it was just another in a long line of one night stands for him.

"Anyway. Here." You hand him the coffee and then walk back to where you normally stand, waiting for someone else to tell you what to do. You take a deep breath and try to make sure you don't let the tears that are trying to gather fall down your face.

"Goddamnit." Elvis whispers under his breath. Austin turns to him.

"What the hell was that?"

"You really don't remember anything when I'm... in you... do you?"

"No. What did you do?!" Elvis sighs and tries to think of how he can explain what happened between you last night.

"Well..."

"Elvis. They're going to call for me on set soon. Start talking."

"We went out last night."

"We?!"

"Me and her. But she thinks it was you..."

"You just thought you'd borrow me for the evening?"

"Look, I'm sorry, but I really like her and it was... it was really great."

"Elvis, did you have sex with her in my body?" Elvis cringes and looks down at the floor.

"Mayyybeee..."

"Elvis! What the hell?!"

"I'm sorry! You said no and I just really like her..."

"If you'd asked again, I probably would've said yes."

"Wait? Really?"

"Yes. But you didn't ask-"

"I know. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I promise."

"We had sex?"

"... yes..."

"It was good?"

"Austin, it was incredible. She's amazing-"

"It's my turn."

"What?"

"I'm taking her out tonight. And you stay out. I wanted to ask her out, so I'm going to." Elvis stands there speechless. This is not what he expected. He expected anger or permission to continue. But this is something totally different. He did not expect competition. Austin takes a sip of the coffee you brought him and winces.

"Two creams and two sugars, dude? Have you never heard of a latte?"

Elvis rolls his eyes and Austin turns and walks towards you.

"Hey! I'm sorry I was awkward. Thank you for the coffee. What are you doing tonight?" You look up suddenly, a bright smile on your face.

"Oh, nothing! You wanna hang out?"

"Yeah, that'd be awesome. Can I pick you up around 7?"

"Yes!" He leans forward and kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear.

"I'll see you then." He walks out to the set and you blush. You try to focus on what you're supposed to be doing but the only thing in your head is the fact that you might actually be dating Austin Butler.

What you don't see is the smirk Austin shoots to Elvis. As he passes him to get to where he's going, he whispers.

"Game on, man."

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That night, Austin shows up at your door dressed far more casually than the night before. Also, his hair is messier and he seems more confident.

"Hey, baby. You ready?" You nod. Apparently sleeping with you was an ego boost of some kind, but you're not exactly complaining. He seems to be more at home in himself and the confidence is hot.

For your date, he first takes you to a small restaurant he's found while he's been in town. It's a hole-in-the-wall type of place, but the food is amazing. Next, he takes you for cocktails at a local bar. It's small and intimate, but upscale nonetheless. After that, you find yourself back at his place on his couch.

This date somehow feels completely opposite of the one last night, but it's not bad, it's just different. He's just as sweet and thoughtful as he was the night before. He settles onto the couch next to you and throws his arm around you.

"You wanna watch something?"

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Anything you want, baby."

What you don't know about this date is that Elvis is there the whole time. He tries to stay quiet, but throughout the evening he finds himself giving tips to Austin about what you like and don't like. The competitive side of him is begging him to shut up, but he also wants to see you taken care of. Austin is doing his best to ignore him, though. He wants to earn your affection in his own right.

"Well. What's your favorite Elvis media?" You ask. Elvis laughs.

"Ha! She's still thinking about me." Austin looks at him and rolls his eyes. He wants to yell at him that she didn't know it was him, but he also doesn't want to appear crazy.

"That feels like work for me, baby. We can watch something if you want, though..."

"Oh, no! I'm sorry. I didn't even think of it that way. We can watch whatever you want."

"How about some music?"

"Yes! Even better." He stands up and walks over to a record player and starts flipping through albums.

"Most everything I have is oldies. Is that okay?" You smile. Elvis scoffs. Oldies.

"That's the music I grew up with."

"Alright then. Fleetwood Mac, Three Dog Night, America, or Elton John?"

"Oh, man. That might be the hardest question anyone's ever asked me." Austin looks at you softly. You really are something else. "America. I'm in a mood tonight."

"I love it." Austin smiles. Elvis wishes you'd asked for something a little more his style, but he respects that you like what you like. The greatest hits album plays and Austin sits down next to you on the couch again. He fidgets with your hair on your shoulder absentmindedly. You turn to face him and you feel the energy between you become charged with something. He leans in slowly and presses his lips to yours. His hand cups your cheek and he kisses you again softly. The next time he leans in, it's an open-mouth kiss and his tongue slides into your mouth passionately.

But something is different. You can't quite put your finger on what it is, but the way he's kissing you is slightly different from last night. As he kisses down your neck, you decide that maybe you're just remembering wrong. Besides, this is excellent. Why would you complain? He sucks lightly on a spot near your collarbone.

"I don't think she'll like that." Elvis is still standing next to the couch. He's trying not to watch but his curiosity gets the best of him. Austin wants to ask if he plans to stay the whole time, but he can't really do that without freaking you out.

You moan softly as Austin's hands go to your breasts and he lays you down on the couch, situating himself on top of you. He pulls your shirt off quickly and then takes his off and you're shocked that he's moving this quickly. Last night you had to practically force him to touch you and tonight he's already got you half naked. Maybe it's just because this isn't the first time you've been together. His lips are all over your body as he kisses and licks your chest.

Elvis scoffs.

"You're paying too much attention to her top. Move down." Austin is trying so hard not to hear what Elvis is saying, but it's really starting to drive him crazy.

"Give me just a second, baby." Austin stands up and walks over to the record player. As he does, he mouths to Elvis. "GO. AWAY."

"What? It's not like she can see me. Besides, it looks like you need the help." He turns the music up really loud and walks back over to the couch. You look at him a little strangely and he smiles.

"Sorry, I just... wanted it... loud..." Elvis cracks up laughing at Austin trying to cover for his weird behavior. Austin goes back to kissing you and slides your pants down and off. Elvis rolls his eyes and turns his back. He doesn't really want to watch you with another man. Austin looks at you naked on the couch and shakes his head.

"Goddamn, baby, you're gorgeous." You smile. That sounds like him. He settles between your thighs on the couch and lowers his mouth to your clit. Your back arches as he moves his tongue over and around your sensitive bud. He pushes two fingers into you and spreads them, stretching you out as he licks you. That's new, but it feels good, so you don't protest. You feel your orgasm building as he keeps working his mouth on you.

"Oh, God, Austin." You moan.

"She's about to cum. Don't stop." Elvis hollers over the music. He can tell even without looking. Austin has to use every ounce of his acting skills to keep it together and stay focused on you. But Elvis is right. Your hand goes to his hair as you shudder and pulse around his fingers, your orgasm washing over you like a curtain of intense pleasure. He pulls back and wipes his mouth with his hand.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" That's a slightly shocking difference from last night, but it's still hot, so you nod as he drops his pants and crawls on top of you. Elvis puts his face in his palm. He's wracking his brain for a way to get Austin to stop, but he can't think of anything. Instead, he stands faced away looking up at the ceiling while Austin pushes into you and begins to fuck you steadily.

"Yes! Yes!" You cry out breathlessly and Elvis hollers again.

"She's gonna cum again." Austin is so close to his own orgasm that he finally loses control.

"GODDAMNIT ELVIS DO YOU WANT TO DO THIS?!" He pulls out and sits up, looking at Elvis, who turns around slowly.

"You were doing just fine-"

"And yet you couldn't keep your mouth shut!" You look at Austin and over in the corner where he's looking. There's nothing there.

"Austin, what the hell-"

"I can see Elvis! Okay? I see him. He's here."

"You..."

"And sometimes he possesses me and does some of the movie. Last night, he thought he would take me for a joy ride and go out with you. That was him last night. Not me." Elvis looks between you to see how you'll respond to this information.

"Austin, I know you've worked really hard to get into this role..."

"No- I mean I have- but this is not that. I swear he's right over there." He gestures to Elvis in the corner who waves awkwardly, but you can't see him. That's when you realize that you're naked and grab your shirt to cover yourself.

"Tell her I've already seen her naked. She doesn't have to cover up for me." Austin rolls his eyes.

"Elvis says he's already seen you naked."

"Oh. Wait. He's really actually here?"

"Yep."

"And he takes over your body sometimes?"

"He does."

"And that was him last night and not you?!"

"Yes."

"Prove it." Elvis and Austin answer at the same time.

"What?"

"Prove it. What did you call me last night?"

"What do you mean?"

"You called me a specific pet name all night. What was it?"

"I don't know. Honey? I know he says honey a lot."

"Nope. Wrong. Let me talk to him." Austin stands up and pulls his pants back on. Then he looks over at Elvis.

"You heard the lady. Come on." Elvis nods slowly and then jumps. He opens his eyes in Austin's body. He sits down next to you on the couch and reaches his hand out to touch your cheek. He'll never get enough of the way your skin feels.

"Hey, doll." You close your eyes and lean into his touch.

"It really is you."

"It's me. And I called you doll."

"That's why everything has been so different tonight."

"Yes, I've been trying to tell him-"

"Wait. You've been here the whole time. Were you watching us-"

"No! I swear I turned my back. You can ask Austin." You look at him suspiciously.

"Can I talk to Austin?"

"I'll have to jump out and then you won't be able to see or hear me."

"But he will. So he can tell me what you say. If he lies, just come back."

"Alright then. Can I kiss you first?" You nod and he leans in and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you softly a few times and then pulls back. Elvis pulls himself out of Austin and sits on the other side of you on the couch. Austin shakes his head and blinks.

"Do you remember what happens when he's possessing you?"

"I don't."

"That's why you were so weird about the coffee this morning."

"Yes! Also I drink a vanilla latte. Elvis drinks coffee."

"Wow." You sit for a second trying to absorb what just happened.

"So which one does she pick?" Elvis asks Austin tentatively.

"I don't know, man." He turns to you. "He wants to know which one of us you pick."

"Pick?"

"To date." Elvis nods to Austin, who nods back. "We both want to know."

"Why do I have to pick? What if I want you both?"

"You can't even see Elvis!"

"No, but I can when he possesses you. I want you both." You stand up and put your clothes on while the two men sit dumbfounded on the couch. Once you're dressed, you turn and face Austin on the couch. "Where is he?"

"He's here next to me on the couch."

"Alright then." You look where you think he is and then back at Austin. "Figure it out, boys. Make a schedule or something. But I want you both."

You lean down and kiss Austin on the cheek. Then you turn to the other side of the couch and blow a kiss to Elvis.

"I'll see you in the morning. Y'all have fun coming up with a plan for how this will work." You walk to the front door and slip out, closing it behind you.

Elvis and Austin look at each other and bust out laughing. When they stop, Austin sighs and Elvis clicks his tongue. Elvis speaks first.

"Man, she's somethin' else."

"You got that right."

"I guess we better figure it out."

"I guess so..."

******

Until Part 3

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 4 months

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Why Didn't Peter Mentor Gwen?

Back at it again with my biweekly anti-Peter B hate post :) 💗 I'm full of rage - MEDIUM length post

If Peter wanted to be a mentor so badly I don't understand why he didn't just mentor Gwen.

Like... Logically speaking there had to be a time where Gwen DIDN'T know Hobie yet and was staying on Campus.

And we already know he was in the Society when she got there - cause he was there to see Gabbie die.

Like he's always talking about wanting to be a mentor.

And then Gwen pulls up to HQ homeless, emotionally wrecked, and in need of a mentor and suddenly he's like 'You got this one Jess 😃'

'I know I literally know Gwen almost as much as I know Miles and I know you're 8 1/2 months pregnant but you got this one Jess'

Like I don't understand 😭😭 the WHOLE movie that's all he talks about wanting to be a mentor so so badly and how sad it makes him that he can't be a Good Mentor

meanwhile Gwen is literally standing there homeless in need of a mentor ten thousand times more than Miles

Why not just mentor her????? She's literally right there

Like.... Do you only wanna mentor Miles or..

And I've heard people say he couldn't have mentored or housed her because he just had MayDay and like-

Bullshit.

Cause there are hundreds of millions of families that somehow can raise a baby and a teenager at the same time.

That's not even a difficult feat. That's not even uncommon???? 😭 Chances are a lot of our parents did the exact same thing - looking after a baby and a fairly independent teenager isn't that bizarre

And also - Peter can go home and put down MayDay.

Jessica can't go home and take off her pregnant stomach. If anything, Jessica would be the one MORE busy and more in needing of rest.

Yet Peter still left it to her.

But sure let Peter walk around in a robe while Jessica gotta play backup for Miguel - must black women do everything in this house.

And even if we say that Jessica is there because she wants to be, which she probably is, EVENTUALLY she's gonna have to take off to have her baby. That's inevitable.

So... What were they gonna do with Gwen then???? Wouldn't it make sense to give it to Peter, knowing Jess is probably gonna be on a short or extended leave soon....

And then there's the excuse that Gwen might not have wanted Peter as a mentor, which ????? Cause what makes you think she'd want a random stranger to be her mentor or a random stranger to try to befriend her or house her.

Gwen won't even talk to her own friends. Chances are Hobie had to do MONUMENTAL work to get Gwen to open up.

So it's not like Gwen just chose to run to people who weren't Peter. Jessica and Hobie most likely would have had to approach Gwen purposefully to build those relationships with her.

Which Peter could have done as well. But he didn't.

Jessica wasn't even running and eager to mentor Gwen, but she still did her best and gave it her all.

Meanwhile Peter B is crying and whining the whole movie about how much he missed Miles and he wants to be a good mentor and father

Meanwhile there is a homeless teenager he personally knows in need of a mentor and he pretends he does not see it

Okay dude. Sure. You totally wanna be a mentor for the purpose of helping kids. Yeah sure, you totally aren't doing this for your own self validation bro.

I even heard someone say 'Yeah well Peter only knew Gwen one day at this point-'

umm umm umm

THE SAME IS TRUE FOR MILES??!!! Which makes this WEIRDER!!!

He's known Gwen and Miles for about the same time, and have shared a lot of the same experiences together but Peter only seems to be interested in mentoring or helping out Miles.

Is that not bizarre?????

Like realistically speaking - Hobie did not meet Gwen day one. Or maybe even week one.

There had to be period in time where - at first - only Miguel, Jess, and Lyla know about Gwen.

And we see that Peter and Miguel are together a lot -or comfortable around each other. So it's not like Peter wouldn't know that Gwen is there now.

So like ??????

Peter were the fuck were you between the dates of Gwen arriving and Hobie meeting her?

That shit not adding up.

Peter wants to be father of the year with his daughter but he be having his daughter in the face of Miguel, who lost his own daughter, and be ignoring Gwen who lost her own father.

Like, dude read the mfing room!!!!

If Peter really wanted to be a mentor he would've begged Miguel to help Gwen.

Instead he wanna monologue about his goddamn baby. Don't nobody wanna hear about your baby.

Matter of fact Hobie should adopt your baby too. Give him MayDay. You don't deserve no children. Actually Hobie runs a foster home now sorry. Rename her to MayDay Brown. It sounds better anyway.

Buti will never understand it

Like how the whole movie he's crying about being a good mentor and letting down Miles meanwhile I'm here like .. gwen,.. gwens crying peter. turn around shes literally about to cry maybe you should Do Something

ESPECIALLY since Gwen needs EMOTIONAL mentoring, not TECHNICAL mentoring.

She's been Spiderwoman years. She does not need Jessica's mentoring style. She needs someone who is going to make an effort to connect with her emotionally despite her difficulties opening up.

But I guess that someone wasn't Peter!!!!!

'I wanna be a good mentor'

Well you're not trying hard enough. You might not even be trying at all. What is Miguel paying you for. He better not be paying you 😭😭

Idk what the hell they're gonna do with Peter in BTSV cause idc what he says or does every time he comes on screen im gonna be looking at him like

'die. sacrifice yourself. dive under the rubble. save gwens life. your only value to me is the relief i will feel seeing you die.'

You don't know how much it bothers me knowing that I have to rewatch this series with him as a character in it. It's like having a shit stain on your wedding dress.

Mentor. Mentor my ass. Hobie is a better mentor to Gwen AND Miles. The dude who speaks in rhymes and riddles can somehow open Gwens Pandora's box of emotional trauma meanwhile Peter b Parker 'forgets' he's wearing a tracking watch.

I am on a war path against this man. I will not be silenced

#spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #gwen stacy #miles morales #peter parker #peter b parker #Jessica Drew #ghost spider #ghostspider #spiderwoman #spider woman

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alexa-fika · 4 days

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hiya! How are you? :) so i was thinking like child reader and the whitebeard pirates and basically reader gets caught like sneaking out at midnight and they sneak out of moby dick and whitebeard is still awake and sitting on his like chair in the middle of the deck and notices? I think this one will be quite interesting to read! And i gotta say dude, your pretty damn talented.

Bright Escapes (Whitebeard x gn!child!reader x Izou)

A/N I ‘m SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I DON’t EVEN KNOW IF YOUR STILL HERE IM SORRY BUT HERE YOU. It is still kinda flop so I apologize but I really hope that it gets close to what you were thinking

Reader here is Replaced by Dokucha as a placeholder which stands for Reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

The Deck of the Moby Dick laid quiet, not even the talk of the night watch to be heard. Only the sound of the waves crashing against the ship and the port they had stopped at could be heard.

Perhaps that’s why they thought that the night watch would hear the sound of their heartbeat as they hung from one of the lower sails, preparing to jump again to the next one, trying to evade the sharp eyes of the night watch. They regretted not checking which of their brothers would be leading the night watch today, as now they had to hide from the two who had the best eyesight and ability to spot moving targets, Izou and Curiel.

But they couldn’t back down now, not when they had gotten so close to sneaking off the ship. They would only jump one more time, and then they would be off the boat.

“Heh, I'm so closed!” They grinned

That feeling was short-lived as once they made their final jump, a familiar shock traveled through their air, breaking their balance and causing them to fail the jump, only to something to catch their fall.

“Where are you going, twerp?”

They wince at the booming voice, turning on their palm to face him

“Ummm, Hi Papaw….” The child mutters

He narrows his eyes at them as they drop them to the ground, ignoring the yelp they made as he did.

“Ow… Listen, Papaw, it’s not what it looks like?”

“You’re going to tell me one of my children was not sneaking out of the ship at this time of night.”

“I had a good reason!”

“What?”

“There are fireflies on this Island, Papaw! I’ve never seen them; everyone always says how beautiful the sight is.”

“You tried to sneak into a dangerous Island alone, at the darkest time, to see some insects?”

“Umm…pretty insects?” The child tried to fix it with a nervous smile

“You’re grounded.”

“Okay,” they said, slumping down defeatedly, a pout on their lips

“Seeing as we can’t trust you to stay in the quarters, you are to stay with one of your brothers for the rest of our time here. Go to the Crow’s nest, and you'll spend the night with Izou.”

“Yes, Papaw…”

Izou lets out a chuckle at the sight of the frowning child who had taken to sitting down knowing the crow’s nest

“It’s not funny!”

“I beg to differ,” he said with a smile

“You know, if you had asked, I doubt he would have said no to taking you to see them.”

“As if! He and all of you are so overprotective he wouldn’t have risked the chance of me going out on an island like this.”

“You do have to understand our point of view, Dokucha; you are our youngest sibling; you’re only a child.”

“I know that,” they grumble, pulling their knees to their chest and placing their head on top of them

“But I just wanted to see them, only once. We usually only stop on Papaw’s lands, and his lands don’t have these views.”

“Come here,” he said, lifting them up and sitting them in the railing of the nest

“Don’t say I never do anything for you,” he said, handing them a spyglass

They glanced at him hesitantly, looking over the spyglass only to come up with nothing, simply the dark land staring him across the instrument

“Gee, Thanks; I‘ve always wanted to look at grass at night…are you just rubbing it in?”

“Just keep looking,” he mutters, ignoring the kid’s jabs as he pulls out his Flintlock and fires a shot toward the land

Just like that, a blanket of fireflies welcomed them as the fireflies scattered from their hiding spots among the grass, trees, and bushes to escape the sudden movement

Dokucha looks in awe as the fireflies flicker around, giving the coast an ethereal glow as the insects flew around, some illuminating the crashing waves, the blue sea below them reflecting the light in a show of lights orchestrated by mother nature.

“Wow…”

“Still think it’s just grass at night.”

They take their eyes off the spyglass to look at Izou

“Thank you, Big Brother! It’s everything I thought it would be and more,” he awed, returning his attention to the spyglass

In response, the Sniper ruffled their hair

“Anything for our little sibling.”

I have let you down anon im sorry ✊🏽

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silent-raven13 · 29 days

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Hey Miles! What's your type?

Miles looks at his friends, "Hmm?"

"What's your type?" Gwen asked, "Like what do you see yourself with?"

Pavtri nodded, "Yeah, what kind of boy or girl you like?" Hobie stood listening them, his whole body turning into a curious colors; like soft green, bright yellow and gray with magazine and newspaper prints all over with symbols of curiosity fonts, and imagery.

"Hmm, I always did like girls like Gwen; smart, funny, serious, and vulnerable like good way. Like shows her sensitive side, I guess..." Miles explains about the girls he dated being similar to his old crush, Gwen. This got Gwen blushing so hard her face turns tomato red.

"Awe, love you too, man!" She plays off her blushing as she pats harshly on her friend's back. The two did like each other at one point, but it was at the wrong time. She needed to heal herself before getting involved in a serious relationship. Miles needs to deal with his own traumas and wanted the Spider people he was close to, to gain back his trust. So, they never went for it and slowly became close friends instead of lovers. It's safer like that.

"Ow!" Miles rubs his arms feeling pain on his back being nervous.

"What about guys! You said your into guys too!" Pavtri got close to his friend's face while holding his hand, even Hobie got close to listen.

"Well... umm... never really thought about it. I guess, the same thing as Gwen- um..." His honey-brown eyes started to drift away from eye contact being flustered. "I kinda like tall guys! Like really tall."

Gwen saw Hobie being pink, then stood next to Miles with his hand measuring Miles' height against his own. Hobie is a freakin' tall dude, being six foot and four inches while Miles only six foot. This made the teenager girl giggle.

"What else?" Pavtri asked.

Miles wasn't paying attention to Hobie and Gwen assuming they were being goofy with each other. "Umm... I always saw myself being with a guy that's edgy, likes music..." Hobie did a happy pose, showing off his outfit being punk and his guitar being, "romantic." The punker pulled out a rose being the romantic type.

"Funny, smart, not afraid to be sensitive, sweet with kids!" Hobie putting on a goofy glasses with mustache, then a book by Albert Einstein and pulls out Mayday from the blue while holding her. Mayday giggles at the punker being surprised he grab her out of home from a portal!

"Kids? You want kids!"

"No, I mean... i dunno a guy that's nice with kids is a green flag for me." Miles rubs his chin unaware of Peter 616 coming out of the portal to take back his daughter from the punker and wag his finger. Mayday merely laughs agains before waving the punker goodbye. The two went back to their world. "Oh, I always saw myself being with a black man, someone Jamaican or Caribbean but I wouldn't mind an Afro Latino or African or just black." He rub his neck.

Hobie happily stood showing off his tattoo of a Jamaican and Haitian pride alongside his West African flag to represent his descendants. Gwen snickers seeing how clueless Miles is being with his type. "What else? No Indian or brown love, Miles." Pavtri pouts.

"Oh, I don't mind that! I'm down for anyone." Miles shyly said, "I do like guys like you, Pav. Like sweet, funny and always putting a positive attitude!"

"Ohh, Miles! You make me wanna date you!" Pavtri hugs him having to nuzzle his cheek, "Hehehe, if I wasn't dating my Gayatri, you'll be my bae!"

That made Hobie jealous, turning grey with newspaper labels with prints, "Do not touch! Warning!"

"Hahaha, awe Pav, you're too nice." Miles giggles, then he said, "Oh, I like guys that are kinda bad boys... like they break the rules."

Hobie turns pink again, that is him. "Oh, and he cares about social views like Black Lives Matter, Women's Rights, LGBTQ plus umm... you know people's rights, heh. I guess, that kind of guy is unrealistic, huh?"

The punker looks surprised and exaggerated his pose into a big WHAT, with hands in the air and squatting. Gwen burst out laughing seeing how this is the perfect description of Hobie Brown.

"Awe, really?" Pavtri's brown eyes glance over at Hobie looking confused and lost. "I mean, I feel like someone already exists."

"I dunno... the guys I meet always be bums, then again I haven't dated much." Miles explains, "Oh, maybe this being a stretched but a guy with a nice accent is hot, y'know."

Hobie threw his hands in the air, Miles' man is right here. Pavtri giggles, "Miles..."

"You describe Hobie?" Gwen hums.

Miles looking flustered at his crush but the sixteen year old look so lost, "I did! Oh..." He glances over at the punker, "It's because you're so amazing! Anyone would be so happy to be with you, man!"

Hobie had hearts with his grey pop into a blooms of pinks being so happy, he picks up his friend with a nuzzle, "Awe, I love you, too, Sunflower!"

"Huh! Where did that come from?" Miles felt his face so warm, he cover his face being embarrassed by all this.

Gwen said to Pavtri seeing Hobie happily carrying around Miles like a couple. "You know... they are taking their sweet ass time to date!"

"You know, Miles... our sweet Miles is too shy and naive!" Pavtri giggles.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #fanfic #flowerpunk

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reticent-writer · 8 months

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Hi Can I Ask Gojo, Megumi,Shinobu,Sanemi, Tengen, Mitsuri and Itadori With The Father Figure Reader How They Would Act If They Discovered Pictures On The Internet Of Their Dad At The Club Drinking And Basically Being The Life Of The Party Picking Up Lots Of Women.

And The Other Day S/O Not remembering anything

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Kimetsu Academy

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»»————>Demon slayer<————««

Shinobu

She found you passed out on your kitchen floor

She didn't know why until a few days later

Her classmates saw the video and immediately showed her

They thought it was just some drunk dude and not her father

She's not mad just disappointed

She watched you chug an inhuman amount of beer then have a contest with another drunk to see who could (seemingly) dance better, sing, you even jumped on a pool table

the table didn't break but it sure did leave you sore in the morning

"Dad, are you serious?" She approached you with an unusual frown.

"What'd I do."

"What didn't you do. There is a video of you drunk out of your mind going around." She angrily pulled out her phone and showed you. She didn't give you time to speak before she went off again.

"I wouldn't be mad if I didn't see you drink so much. You drank like it was your last day on earth. You not as young as you think you are, you need to watch what you do." She started to sound worried and it made you feel bad.

"I'm sorry Shinobu. I won't happen again."

Sanemi

Sanemi was waiting for his students to arrive when he saw the video

He didn't know how to react

The who he called dad was dancing half naked to a crowd of people cheering him on

You were singing and everything

The only thing you had on were pants and socks

Everything else was nowhere to be seen

He was on his break when realized he forgot his lunch and like a good dad you brought it for him

He wasn't going to say anything but he just had to tell you

You were about to leave when he stopped you by grabbing your arm.

"Wait umm... Did you go out recently?" He asked nervously, not making eye contact.

"Yeah. Why did something happen?"

"You could say that." He showed you the video.

"I-i don't remember any of that." You swore as you cringed at your attempt at singing.

After the video stopped playing the both of you sat in silence. It was awkward.

Tengen

He thinks it hilarious

He was in the middle of making his explosive arts when he got a message from Makio saying "Get your dad before he hurts himself"

He had a good laugh watching you dance like there was no tomorrow

You had a chugging contest, played strip poker, made out with men and women

then blacked out

He couldn't be mad when you looked so happy

When he got home, you were being lectured by all three of his wives

"What would possess you to be so reckless? You could've gotten hurt." Makio says with Suma holding her back. You looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"But I'm perfectly fine and besides I don't even remember." You tried to ease her anger but it didn't work. She was about to explode when tengen helped Suma and Hina hold her.

"Whoa Whoa what's going on?"

"You saw the video. You saw this idiot."

"I think it was flashy. He was having fun and living his life to the fullest so I see no problem with him drinking every once in a while... With that being said you're not drinking without me there ever again."

Mitsuri

If you're happy, she's happy

but damn

She's never seen you act out in anyway

In her eyes you were a sweet and kind second father

Obanai found you when you went to the wrong house

He called Mitsuri and she came running

"Y/N I WAS SO WORRIED." Kanroji clung to you like her life depended on it.

"Worried? What happened?"

She pulled away and looked you up and down.

"You got drunk and blacked out." Obanai explained.

"Really?" You thought for a second. "I don't remember a thing."

"I bet."

Mitsuri hugged you again but this time tighter.

Who could refuse a hug from the love Hashira.

(Obanai stood to the side wishing it was him)

»»————>Jujustu Kaisen<————««

Itadori

He was scrolling on TikTok when a caption caught his eye

"DILF still knows how to party"

It a collage of 3 photos with a video at the end

first photo: You taking shots

second pic: A young woman in a crop top and mini skirt (?) grinding on

third pick: You taking body shots off the same woman

The video was You dancing with a woman on each side of you and another throwing it back on you

Gojo posted it

You were sitting on the couch when Yuji approached you.

"Uh dad... is this you?"

You watched the video completely confused you even took the phone from him to get a better look.

You go to the page to see Gojo's profile

You were gonna kill him.

Megumi

He was woken up by you drunk (with the asistance of someone you met at the club) and knocking at the door trying to find your 7 y/o son

he's 16

A few days later Nobara sends him a video on insta

You didn't have a shirt on and was making out with someone in the back of a club

He texted "..." to nobara

He sent the video to you

"When was that"

"I don't remember going to a club"

"I swear I don't remember anything"

Megumi remembers it

(the night in question)

*knock knock knock*

Megumi looked through the peep whole of the door to see you leaning on an unfamiliar woman.

When he opens the door the woman is quick to hand you off.

"Hi, is this your dad he's okay, just really drunk. Sorry for the intrusion." She said as was steadily backed up until she was out of sight.

"mmmmmegumi when did you get so tall." You try to stand up straight to compare you height but you end up falling backwards and falling.

From your spot on the ground you get a look at his face.

"Toji?"

"Who?"

*silence*

You passed out.

Gojo

He took you to the club and expected you to drink a little and go home

When things got wild he didn't have a heart to stop you

"But you looked like you were having so much fun"

If things did get too out of hand he would've got you

He took videos and pictures

He saved one as his home screen

"Who knew an old guy like you could party that hard." Gojo casually dissed you as he scrolled through his phone.

You ignored him thinking he was just pulling your leg.

"I've never seen you drunk before."

You ignored him again.

"You even flirted with a woman. You promised you take her home, she was into you too."

You were going to ignore him again but he played a video of you talking to the woman.

You couldn't help but check it out.

You could barely recognize yourself and Gojo was eating it up.

He was so proud of himself.

#male reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #platonic #father reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #shinobu x reader #sanemi x reader #tengen x reader #mitsuri x reader #yuji x reader #megumi x reader #gojo x reader

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blossomverse · 8 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚El Chico del Apartamento 512˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

pairing: neighbor!miguel o'hara x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k

summary: you've had a crush on miguel for the longest time. he happens to be your very kind, extremely attractive, next-door neighbor. what happens when you end up bonding over smoothies and a broken elevator?

cw & tw: mostly fluff, mildly suggestive dream, catcalling (by strangers), random man grabs reader's wrist without permission, stuck inside an elevator trope, some cursing, minors dni

a/n: i'm currently undergoing a miguel brainrot, that's how i found myself writing this in the middle of the night. the sentences on bold and italic are supposed to be reader’s inner thoughts. the story is heavily inspired by the song "el chico del apartamento 512" by selena. i srsly recommend listening to it as you read

Every day, coming home from work, same routine. Life in Nueva York was like this. The unwanted stares and comments from strange men were a frequent thing you’ve had to deal with. Your response would always be to ignore, continue walking as fast as you possibly could, and show that you were not afraid, nor bothered.

Today was no different, unfortunately. After a stressful shift at work, you had arrived inside your apartment complex and clicked on the elevator’s summoning button. That old thing would always take forever to arrive when called. As you waited patiently, one of the neighbors that always had some unwelcome attention to give, began approaching to make conversation.

Please, not today. I’m tired of rejecting this dude.

“Oh, how lucky I am! I’ve been waiting to see you again, Y/n.” He stood next to you.

“Mhm, I bet.” You answered, uninterested in whatever he had to say.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask–“

“No offense, but you should really go shower…” You blurted the words out, cutting him off before he could ask anything.

The man stood speechless for a hot second, unsure on what to say next. You simply stared blankly at the wall, not even sparing him one pitiful glance. He was about to speak again, when a familiar ding was heard. Finally, that prehistoric device had reached the first floor and opened its doors.

A few people made their way out and as you looked up to see the last one leaving, your heartbeat completely accelerated at the sight. There was he: the image of your dreams, the one your heart belonged to. The guy from apartment 512.

“M- Miguel, hi!” You said, a little bit too loud and enthusiastically for your own good.

You’d bask on the embarrassment later when you had reached the comfort of your home. For now, all you cared about was him.

“Y/n, it’s nice to see you.” He walked fast and made his way to open his mailbox.

“It is– it is always nice to see you, too.” You heard your words become nothing but stammers. Something that happened regularly when you would speak to him.

“Home from work already?” He asked while taking out his correspondence and shuffling through it.

“Oh, yeah… finished early. I’m guessing you’ll probably head to work now, I see you’re umm– you’re wearing your gym clothes.” You subtly admired his muscles, which looked enhanced by his tight fitted shirt.

“I’ll stop to get a smoothie from across the street first. They’re really nice and nutritious, you know. Maybe you’d like to check them out sometime.”

With you?

Your heart ran a mile, just thinking about that possibility. But no, his voice was too nonchalant to be asking you out. He was simply recommending the place. Nothing more, right?

“Sure, I’ll go when I have the time.”

There was an awkward silence growing as you looked down at your feet. You didn’t want to make this situation uncomfortable or to keep bothering him. Everyone that was waiting for the elevator along with you had already disappeared, including the annoying neighbor. You had completely disassociated with the fact that you were evidently trying to go home, ignoring everything just to give him your attention.

Would that make me look like a fool in front of him?

“Well, I– I should probably leave now. Guess we’ll talk another time.”

“Have a nice evening, Y/n.” He stuffed everything he had picked up at the mailbox into his duffle bag.

“Yeah, good luck at work.” You offered a tiny smile and pressed the button again, summoning the elevator.

“Thanks.” He chuckled and simply left.

In a few minutes you were stepping inside your apartment. Which just happened to be right next to his. That’s how you had met when you had just moved in. Both of you quickly became acquainted with each other over the months, although it’d be too extreme to call yourselves friends. You were just… neighbors on friendly terms.

“Ugh, I totally made myself look ridiculous again, didn’t I?” You spoke aloud to yourself as you took off your shoes.

This crush was something you had been harboring for quite a few months. At first, you just noticed he was an attractive man. No one could deny that. But as you continued getting to know little bits and pieces of him, and noticed how respectful and kind he was to you, compared to others, your heart couldn’t help but fall for him.

You went inside your room and opened the window. Looking down at the streets, you noticed how he was walking away from the kiosk with his smoothie in hand and couldn’t help but continue admiring him from afar. He took a small sip from it and continued his steps. Your eyes never left him, convinced that he would not notice you staring his way.

Miguel looked up and glanced at the building where you both lived. His eyes immediately noticed the opened window on the 5th floor, with a certain person leaning her elbows on it. He smiled at you and waved. Your cheeks and ears immediately heated up. He had noticed you.

You waved back reluctantly, then slowly stepped away from the window, closing it a few seconds later. As you sat down on your bed, you fanned your face and ears. Things just couldn’t get more humiliating than this.

You decided to take a cold shower, hoping it would relax your mood. Once the cool water hit your skin, you were able to take a deep breath and release all the tension. At some point you’d need to confess your feelings, right? The worst thing that could happen would be getting rejected. Or maybe he’d be nice enough to accept going on a date, just to try things out, and then end up confessing you’re not exactly compatible.

I could just keep this to myself forever, though.

The evening went on as it usually would. Dinner was made while playing that romantic playlist you had created when thinking of him. Then you watched some tv, not paying too much attention to it, as you wrote the —probably— thousandth love letter you had made for him. That was the only way you knew how to pour out your feedings. At least without stuttering like a fool. But you could never give these to him.

Acting like a schoolgirl in love was definitely not the best way to go about this, you knew it. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from wasting the ink of your pen on a piece of paper that’d remain stored away, along with others like it. A red sharpie adorned the corners of the letter with pretty hearts. Each one was a symbol of your infatuation.

The sky was dark outside, letting you know it was probably time to go to bed. After all, tomorrow you had to wake up early, just to repeat the same, boring routine. You went to the kitchen to grab some water, like you usually would before sleeping. The faint sound of a blender could be heard through the wall. He was already home.

You smiled, knowing that only a wall separated both of you. A wall that felt infinite. With a final sigh, you heard the blender stop, and made your way to your room. The satin bedsheets welcomed you, bringing comfort after a long day of work. The thought of your earlier interactions with him clouded your mind as you waited for sleep to take over.

The next morning, as you were making your way out of your apartment complex, some random old man you had never seen before began trying to talk to you. There weren’t a lot of people around, unlike most mornings. For a moment, you considered going back inside, but you simply couldn’t afford being late for work. The old man spoke in Spanish so you could just act like you didn’t understand that he was talking to you.

“Chica, ven a verme.” [Girl, come to see me.]

You walked away without breaking pace. The old man kept calling behind you, his voice getting closer, until suddenly, his hand was clutching your wrist to turn you around. Your gasp was audible. No one had gone as far as grabbing you without permission before.

You were ready to defend yourself and slap the man away, when you felt the presence of another person, yanking the stranger away from you. When you turned your head around, you saw Miguel. His tall figure was blocking you from the old man’s view.

“No le caen los viejos rabos verdes.” [She doesn’t like dirty old men.]

“Perdón, no sabía que tenía novio.” [Sorry, didn’t know she had a boyfriend.]

You were breathing heavily, trying to process everything that had just happened. The old man walked away. Miguel didn’t move for a few minutes, staring at him menacingly. Once your knight in shining armor had made sure the coast was clear, he turned to you with a soft expression on his face.

“Are you alright? That fucker didn’t hurt you, did he?” He was concerned and his arms wanted to hug you, but he didn’t want to step outside the line, like that other man had done.

“N-no, no, I’m okay… I think.” Your body was shivering just a bit, partially because of the chilly morning air.

“I’m glad to hear that. If anyone ever bothers you again, tell me.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Thank you, for helping me… but, how come you’re outside this early?” You were confused. He had told you about how he only worked from afternoon until nighttime at a gym, and barely ever woke up early.

“I was on my way to the airport.”

“Oh– you’re going to travel… well, I wouldn’t want you to lose your flight because of me. Anyways, I have to get to work–“ You began walking away.

“Wait wait, I’ll go with you. And I’m not traveling.” His words made you slow down your steps.

“I don’t want to be a burden…” You said, reluctantly.

“You’re not, I promise. But it’s completely fine if you don’t want me to accompany you, so don’t feel like you have to agree.” He assured you with a warm smile.

“No, I would really like that– I mean… sure, you can.”

He gave you one of the chuckles you loved so much and you resumed your walk to work. He followed after you silently. It was quiet as you both made your way through the streets, save for the sound of some cars and the other people that walked by. It was a comforting silence. It made you feel safe.

Once you had reached your destination, you turned around to thank him again. You both said your goodbyes as you watched him leave. There was barely any time to process anything. Much less as you both walked together. He always made you so nervous.

Work was slow and tiring. Your mind drifted to the thought of Miguel, as it often did. But today, he seemed to be persistent on staying running through your head for longer. It definitely made you get distracted way too many times during working hours.

Finally, after each agonizing second, it was time to clock out for the day. Once you were a block away from home, you remembered to buy groceries. By the time you had finished, the night had covered the sky with its starry mantle.

As you neared the building of your apartment complex, your eyes drifted to the kiosk across the street. There they found Miguel, and a smile crept up on your face. He was speaking with the other customers, a lively conversation likely taking place by the looks of it. His gym clothes were on, meaning he was back from work.

You considered going there with the pretext of trying the smoothies he had recommended, but desisted upon the idea for the moment. First, you needed to get rid of the grocery bags. Perhaps, by the time you had left them at home, he’d still be there chatting and you’d have time to come down and casually join the fun.

If only the elevator was faster, of course. It seemed to move even slower when you needed it to do its job the most. Miguel and the smoothies would have to happen another time. Or not… for you felt a familiar presence entering the building and joining the long wait for the elevator.

“Hey again.” Miguel’s voice rang across the hall.

“Oh– hi, Miguel.” You totally pretended you hadn’t recognized him by the smell of the Axe body spray he’d use after gym.

“Need help with that?” He pointed at the bags.

“It’s no big deal, honestly. But thanks, you’re always a gentleman.” Soon enough, you realized you’d given him a compliment and cringed internally for some reason.

“Heh, glad to know that.” His voice all smug.

The elevator arrived and you both made your way inside. It creaked loudly as it made its way up to the 5th floor. Miguel shook his head and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Remind me to tell the landlord to get this old thing fixed.”

“It’s no use, anyways. You know he’ll just ignore the request.” You sighed and leaned your back against the elevator wall.

“I should still try, at least before it brea–“ The lightbulbs blinked and the elevator stopped.

The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds, realizing what was happening. You were now stuck inside an elevator, and with the man of your dreams no less. But even the fact of being here with him didn’t stop you from slowly panicking.

“Shit… Miguel, what are we going to do?” You asked, exasperatedly.

“Press the button for emergencies, it should alert the nearest fire department. Just don’t panic.”

“How can I not panic? We could run out of air and die here…” You pressed the emergency button repeatedly and checked your phone to find signal, but to no avail.

“Don’t do that, the button could break. And we’re not gonna run out of air. This has air currents here, I think.” He spoke while typing on his phone.

“You seem oddly relaxed…”

“I’m also worried, but I’m trying to text the group chat of the people I train. One of the dudes is an engineer and there’s also a doctor, so they’ll probably know what to do.”

“Shouldn’t you call 911 or something, instead? I have absolutely no signal–“

“Hold on, I’m getting some answers… Miles said ‘don’t run out of air’…” He squinted his eyes as he began reading the replies.

“Ha, I told you we could run out of air!” You began panicking more now, thinking his doctor friend had answered.

“Hobie said ‘lay flat on the floor if it starts falling’…” Miguel continued reading the texts out loud in a confused tone.

“WHAT? Don’t tell me your engineer friend said that.” You were now seated down on the floor.

“No, he’s a musician. Only the younger people are answering right now, but these sound ridiculous.” He almost laughed as he kept reading. Leave it to the teens to joke about a situation like this one.

You leaned your head back in frustration. Miguel ended up sitting down as well and carried on typing. He looked awfully chill in this situation. Your only hope now was that the fire department had been notified through the emergency button. As time passed, you convinced yourself that if you were going to die, at least it’d be with the man you liked.

“Well… thankfully we’ve got some food and water, in case we have to spend the night here.” You pointed to the grocery bags, which were now also laying on the floor as well.

“And good company.” He smiled without looking up from his phone.

You felt your face heat up again, and your heart jumped up and down. His words always managed to fluster you in the worst moments. Now that you were stuck together for so long, it was becoming harder to hide your crush. You thought that this was probably a signal the universe was sending you, to convince you to finally confess before you died and it was too late.

“Umm, Miguel…”

“Yeah?” He looked up, glancing at you now.

“So there’s this thing I’ve been meaning to say– or ask, I guess.” You breathed in before continuing.

“I hear you.”

It was now or never.

“Okay, so–“

The elevator shook slightly and began moving up again. The lights flickered repeatedly, then the doors opened after it had reached your floor. You were not dying there together, after all.

“Oh, I guess grandpa decided to take a nap in the middle of his shift.” Miguel joked as he stood up.

He reached out his hand and helped you stand up. He then took some of the bags and carried them for you until you’d reached your door.

“I’m so glad it started working again.” You commented as you fumbled with the keys.

“Yeah, but anyways, what was it that you wanted to ask me? You never got to finish your sentence.”

You stood there frozen for a second, trying to come up with something to say. Your life was no longer at risk, so you didn’t feel the need of confessing before death any longer.

“Oh, it was nothing important.” You stalled, still thinking about what to say.

“Are you sure? You can tell me anything.”

“I just– I wanted to know if I could start training at the gym you go to.” You said as you opened the door of your apparent.

“That’s it?” He sounded like he didn’t really believe that’s what you meant to say.

“Yep. I’ve just never been to a place like that in my life so I gotta ask the expert, of course.” You smiled innocently, as if to convince not only him, but yourself, that what you had said was the truth.

“Sure, you’re welcome to do so. It’s not exactly a secret society, so you could have joined any gym without asking me.” He spoke sarcastically but your mind focused too much on the last portion of his sentence.

He probably doesn’t want me to join the same gym as him.

“Right… well, it was a long day and you must be tired. See you around, Miguel.”

You took your bags inside and closed the door quickly, leaving him slightly dumbfounded. Leaning against it after locking, you took a deep breath. Your mind felt like a jigsaw puzzle, and overthinking wasn’t helping at all. A shower was all you needed to get rid of all the stress caused by today’s incidents.

Once you had finished freshening up, you grabbed a quick snack before heading to bed. Rest was due. You didn’t feel like thinking about him and confusing your head even more. Now in the comfort of your bed, you allowed sleep to take over.

Thankfully, there was no need to worry about waking up early the next day. The sweet weekend had arrived, meaning you could rest and stay inside all day. The perfect way to avoid Miguel.

However, your dreams had different plans. As if to spite you, your subconscious mind displayed images of how it would be like if you and Miguel were a couple. The dream began by showing how you knocked on his door and confessed to him, he looked happy as he confessed his feelings as well. Then everything shifted, you were both having dinner at a nearby restaurant and he leaned over to kiss you. One last shift of images happened before you woke up. This time, the images presented you both kissing inside the elevator, slowly taking each other’s clothes off. His mouth had moved to your neck, leaving marks as he made his way down your body. It all felt soft and intense… and so real.

The loud honk of a car resonated through the walls, making your eyes open. The memories of your dream flashing rapidly inside your head, making you cover up your face in shame. But you wouldn’t deny how much you were enjoying it, so you screamed into your pillow in frustration.

“Fucking car had to wake me up exactly when it was getting good!” You whined and threw the pillow.

What if this was another sign?

Sitting up on the bed, you reached out for your phone and called your best friend. Sometimes when a girl doesn’t know what to do, she needs professional assistance from someone who knows her better than she knows herself.

“Oh em gee, look who’s calling!” You heard your friend on the other side of the call.

“Hey, bestie… so, I really need help with something– more like, someone.” You admitted nervously.

“And here I thought you wanted to, you know, say hi to me and know how I’m doing, maybe ask me out for brunch but nooo… I’m kidding, of course. How may I be of service?” She joked, making you laugh.

“Well, it’s about my neighbor.” You whispered the word ‘neighbor’, as if it was possible for Miguel to hear you talk about him through the wall.

“Wait, is this the neighbor you spoke to me about like two months ago?”

“Yeah, it’s about him. I’m in dire need of some advice.” You hated how she knew you so well.

“Girl, seriously… I thought by now you had already fucked him.” Her words made you gasp and burst out laughing.

“You did not just say that.” You continued giggling, unable to control yourself.

“Well, did you do it? Or did he break your heart and you need your best friend to cheer you up?” Maybe she didn’t know you that well.

“No, I just have this huge crush on him–“ You began explaining.

“Still?” Your friend cut you off with her comment.

“Yes, still. And I don’t know, but lately a lot of strange things have been occurring. I keep thinking they’re signs saying that I should tell him how I feel, but he keeps giving me mixed signals sometimes. I never know what’s going on inside his head.”

You continued rambling about everything that had happened in the past two days. Your friend listened carefully, her own mind trying to come up with the best answer to your problem. Surely, you couldn’t continue living life like this. Once you had finished the rant, she stayed silent for a few more seconds before finally speaking.

“In my opinion, you should knock on his damn door and confess. What’s he going to do? Bite you? You’d probably like it, anyways.” At least she spoke the truth.

“You make it sound so easy.” You shook your head and sighed.

“Because it is. You knock on his door, confess, I’m sure he likes you so he’ll say yes, then he’ll invite you in and you can fuck. Simple.” She sounded proud of her answer.

“It’s not certain that he likes me, maybe he’s just really nice.” You protested, still denying that possibility.

“Gosh, just get it over with! If he rejects you, just come over to my house for the weekend and I’ll help you deal with the pain. But now I need you to get your ass up and stop being a coward. Or else, I’ll show myself up when you least expect it to tell him everything.”

“You wouldn’t do that…”

“Try me.” You heard her chuckle.

“Ugh, fine! Fine, I’ll do it myself.” You sighed in defeat.

“Today.” She almost threatened.

“Mhm, today, whatever.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

“I’ll be expecting an update of how it went. But if by midnight I don’t receive anything, I’ll know for sure it wasn’t a rejection. Good luck, love ya!” She blew a kiss through the phone and hung up.

This girl…

You armed yourself with the courage your best friend had provided you with. She was right, you needed to get this over with. The next two hours you spent getting ready, making sure you looked and smelled nice. Even going as far as shaving, because you never know.

Once you thought you’d done enough, you checked yourself in the mirror one last time and inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. As you made your way out, your heart was racing like never before. With wobbly legs and fiddled thumbs, you found yourself at his door. Another breath was taken before finally knocking on it.

Each second felt endless, even the door seemed to be opening in slow motion. Goosebumps suddenly appeared on your skin as you timidly looked up. But right there, standing in front of you, wasn’t the guy from apartment 512. Instead, a beautiful blonde woman had answered.

You felt your heart chatter. A million things going through your head as you stared at this woman you had never seen before. She looked a bit confused, waiting for you to speak first. At the moment, you simply couldn’t find any words.

Of course, he has a girlfriend. How could I be so stupid?

You were about to turn around and walk away while apologizing for the interruption. She obviously didn’t recognize you, so you’d just pretend you didn’t live next door and act like you were looking for someone else’s apartment. Then you’d pick up the pieces of your heart and spend the weekend with your best friend. As you took your first step back, the blonde spoke up.

“Were you looking for my brother?”

You froze and blinked twice. The breath you didn’t realize you were holding was released. Now you felt even more confused than her.

“Your brother? Miguel never mentioned he had a sister.” You scratched the back of your head.

“Are you the neighbor he was stuck with inside the elevator last night?” Miguel’s sister chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“My brother went to the kiosk to get us breakfast, even though we should already be having lunch. You can come in and wait for him if you’d like.” She opened the door wider to invite you in.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come by another time.”

“Alright, then I’ll let him know you were looking for him when he comes back.” She gave you a warm smile as she began closing the door.

“Sure, no problem.” You smiled back.

Once the door was finally shut, you remained standing in the hallway. There were now two options: either run back inside the house like a coward, or meet him at the kiosk. You chose the latter.

The elevator was as sluggish as ever, yet this time you didn’t care. You made your way out of the building, feeling like you were in a movie scene as the air hit your face while you walked to the kiosk. You noticed him immediately, leaning against the counter as he waited to receive his order. And in this moment, this was all that mattered. Him, only him.

The guy from apartment 512.

He looked up and your eyes met. There was no turning back now as you approached. He smiled brightly and you returned the smile with a hint of shyness.

“So, you came to try the smoothies I told you about.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Actually, I came to talk to you about something– and I promise it’s not about the gym.” You heard him chuckle.

“Okay, how about we enjoy some smoothies first and then we talk?” You were about to agree to his suggestions and then you remembered…

“But what about your sister?”

“Oh, don’t worry– wait, how do you know about my sister?” He was confused.

“Umm, I knocked at your door earlier.” You nervously admitted.

“Hmm, I see. As I was saying, don’t worry. She won’t die without her overly complicated, banana, pineapple, kiwi, and almond milk smoothie. Or her empanadas, which I seriously recommend, too.” Miguel rolled his eyes playfully as he listed out all the ingredients from his sister’s smoothie.

“If you say so… then I’ll have an uncomplicated guava smoothie with empanadas.” You spoke cheerfully.

“Good choice.” He stepped slightly closer.

“I think today I’m finally making the correct choices, for once.”

Life in Nueva York was like this, same people, same routine. Skyscrapers reaching for the sky, a bustling city scene. Yellow taxis honking loud, streets alive with motion. From dawn till dusk, a vibrant place, a perpetual emotion.

And now you had someone to share it all with. The smoothies from the kiosk across the street. The ancient elevator that would sometimes fall asleep. The unwanted stares and comments. This life and its precious moments.

❀if you made it this far, thank you for reading~ it's been ages since i wrote anything, so i hope i'm not too rusty. let me know if you'd like a part 2❀

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hinacu-arts · 1 year

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another completely random crossover idea that popped in my head out of nowhere

2012 ends up in riseverse, itself set 10 or so years after canon events. The Usagi mentioned is implied to be Yuichi or a version of a rottmnt specific Usagi

2012 TURTLES AND R!LEO ARE IN THE TURTLE TANK. R!LEO IS DRIVING THE NEWLY PICKED UP 2012 TURTLES TO HIS HOME

Mikey: *touching things he shouldn't be*

Donnie: *absolutely enthralled by all the tech in the tank*

Raph: *staring at R!Leo*

Leo: *attention split between a conversation with R!Leo and making sure Mikey doesnt explode them all*

TANK SPEAKERS START RINGING WITH A PHONECALL

R! Leo, answering the call: hey babe, you'll never guess what happened

Raph: *mouthing "babe?" at Leo*

Leo: *just as confused*

Phonecall: ummm Donnie built a sentient ice cream machine?

Raph: *mouthing "thats a dude!" at Leo*

Leo: *shushes Raph*

R! Leo: no, but dont give him ideas!

Phonecall: what happened?

R! Leo: alternate versions of me and my brothers are in this universe. They're so short I love it.

Phonecall: please send a picture I have to see this

R! Leo: i already did!

Mikey: when did you take our picture?

Phonecall: ohmigosh they're adorable. What are they, 15?

Raph: we're 17!

Phonecall: same thing. Who was that?

R! Leo: that's little Raph!

Raph: "LITTLE"!

R! Leo: everyone say hi!

Leo: umm, hi. Who are we speaking to?

R! Leo: oh! This is Usagi, my ex-boy-

Usagi: i'm his ex-boyfriend

Someone on the other end of the phonecall: i hate when they call each other that!

R! Leo and Usagi: it's true!

R! Leo, to the turtles: i got a promotion *winks*

2012: *confused glances to each other*

Donnie: uh, what does that mean?

R! Leo: i'm his husband!

Usagi: on your world! We're still fiances on mine.

Someone on the other side of the phonecall: AND THEY STILL CALL EACH OTHER BY THEIR LAST NAMES! ITS DISGUSTING

R! Leo: hmm, you're right. I guess we better switch last names babe

Usagi: nah, i like calling you "Hamato"

Phonecall: SEE ITS DISGUSTING!

Usagi: DONT YOU HAVE SOMEWHERE ELSE TO BE!

Raph, mesmerized by R!Leo's laidback back-and-forth: youre married to a human?

R! Leo: oh no, Usagi is a-

Usagi: Leo's a furry

R! Leo: i hate that Donnie taught you that word

Usagi: speaking of Donnie, have you noticed Kendra is his type?

R! Leo: Kendra? What do you mean? They're archenemies or something

Usagi: i want you to picture Donnie's type

R! Leo: okay?

Usagi: now picture Kendra

R! Leo: holy shit

Mikey, with his arm slung around Donnie as he pokes his face: who's Kendra

R! Leo: oh calm down lil Mike. Kendra would eat your Donnie for breakfast and then spit him back up. And i could tell right from the get go she's not your Donnie's type. She's psychopathic. Like my Donnie.

Usagi: which is Donne's type. And your dad's actually

R! Leo: huh?

Usagi: have you seriously never noticed Donnie and your dad have the same taste in women?

R! Leo: name one example

Usagi: your step-mom is tiny and batshit insane. Donnie's type is short and mean. Its basically the same thing

R! Leo: *incoherent noises* why are you so right! Fuck you!

Usagi: no we arent double married yet

R! Leo: i want a divorce!

Usagi, teasing: good luck with that. You know how much those cost?

R! Leo, same teasing tone: yeah, those really cost an arm and a leg

Usagi and R!Leo: *laughing*

Leo: i dont know whats happening right now

#hinacu tmnt #tmnt crossover #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #leosagi #leoichi #rise leonardo #2012 leonardo #2012 raphael #2012 michelangelo #2012 donatello #yuichi usagi

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6rookie-writer0110 · 8 months

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Avengers Cast x Male Reader

Request - Ok so can I request avengers cast x Male Reader R has worked with all the avengers cast before and has played as the love interest of them in different movies but he finally debuts as Danny Ketch Ghost Rider in doctor Strange 2 (I haven't seen it but let's say he makes a cameo) and the fans are loving him and are going crazy when it's announced his also gonna get his show that's gonna ma15+ and when Marvel release the trailer for R's ghost rider show all the fans are going crazy.

You are at Comic-con with the Avengers cast. They are answering questions from the fans and talking about upcoming projects. You are sitting between Elizabeth Olsen and Benedict Cumberbatch, you get along with everyone. A fan asked you a question...

“Hi, Y/n. Umm is it true, you did other movies with everyone from the Avengers?” She asked.

“Yes, that is true. With Cobie Smulders, I played her cheating husband, then with Elizabeth Olsen, I played her boyfriend in a time period movie. Then I played Scarlett Johansson’s husband in a movie but I died. But I did work with everyone in the Marvel cast” You smiled.

“Today, we will show a cameo that is what is expected in Doctor Strange 2,. So here is the first look of Danny Ketch, also known as Ghost Rider,” Sam Raimi said.

The lights get dim. The video starts to play Scarlet Witch fighting Doctor Strange, but they stopped because they hear someone…

“Is your friend?” Doctor Strange asked.

Ghost Rider is on his motorcycle and he gets off the motorcycle. Then Ghost Rider takes out the whip.

“No. But I don't care I will fight you or him” Scarlet Witch said.

“Avengers? Fantastic Four? X-Dudes? They can all kiss my bony, flammable ass." You said.

Ghost Rider was about to fight then the video stopped.

“Ghost Rider will be played by Y/n. And Ghost Rider will get his own series and will be rated as mature” Sam Raimi said.

Everyone starts to cheer then Elizabeth hugged you. Fans started to ask questions about Ghost Rider and you answer each question.

After the Q&A, you took pictures with fans and signed autographs. Then you take a break with Benedict.

“Everyone seems to be happy that you will be Ghost Rider,” Benedict said.

“I’m just this time Ghost Rider will be accurate like in the comic books. If he wasn't accurate then I would have given up on the role. The fans did like the cameo and I'm happy about that. Plus we are going to get to see a different side of Danny, but that goes along with the storyline like in the comics” You said.

“I’m guessing, Ghost Rider is your favorite hero?” Benedict said.

“Good guess, but yeah. Since I was a kid, Ghost Rider has been my favorite. I have action figures and comic books. Anything related to him, I would buy it” You said.

“I know you will do great as Ghost Rider. Can't wait to keep working with you” Benedict said.

“Thanks” You smiled.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

Weeks Later… you have been doing interviews for your role as Ghost Rider. The fans are liking the outfit and Ghost Rider’s form. You are doing an interview with the cast

“Is Ghost Rider going to meet the Avengers?” the host asked.

“Yes, but not in a nice way. All I can say is that he will not follow Steve Rogers's rules” You said.

“I had to film a few scenes with him and Scarlett. We think the fans will like how our characters meet” Chris said.

“The fans can't wait to see that. Y/n, have you always been a fan of Ghost Rider or have you found out recently who he is?” the host said.

“I have always been a nerd when it comes to Ghost Rider. He is my favorite character and I'm glad the movie and the show will be accurate to his storyline” You smiled.

“He has told me many Ghost Rider facts that I didn't know. For his birthday, I got him a Ghost Rider poster and t-shirt, and he stop smiling about it” Scarlett said.

“That was a cool gift” You smiled.

Much later, you went out with the cast to eat. Some fans did take pictures with you then you signed a few autographs.

——

You are on set filming for the Ghost Rider show. You took a selfie with Elizabeth, Chris Evans, and Scarlett Johanson, and it was posted online. Everyone is liking the outfit of Ghost Rider. In the picture, you have on the jacket and you have the chains around you.

#avengers cast x reader #avengers cast imagine #Avengers Cast x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader

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nayeonie99 · 3 months

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Sana x Jihyo / The Bet

Sana's POV

When I walked into the apartment I shared with my roommate Jihyo after my classes ended and I heard moans coming from her room, I couldn't help the curiosity growing inside of me to go check what exactly she was doing in her room.

My eyes almost popped out of my head though, when I saw her fucking some guy on top of her bed.

I didn't say anything and peeked through the small crack of her open door.

To be honest, she didn't really look like she was enjoying any of the weird things the guy was doing to her.

It looked like a chore she had to finish and I felt so sorry for her. Sex is something not only one person has to enjoy.

It's about taking care of your partner and not only your own needs and desires.

Her fake moans showed me that I was right about my assumption of her not enjoying any of it.

When the guy finally came and pulled out of her, he laid down next to her.

"Did you came baby?". He asked and I rolled my eyes. If he has to ask, then definitely not. He would know if she would've came and she definitely didn't.

"Yes, I did". She said and fake smiled at him. I saw enough and distanced myself from her room, making my way downstairs to grab something to eat.

When I heard footsteps coming down the stairs my eyes snapped to the side to see Jihyo walking into the kitchen.

Her eyes widened though when she saw me sitting at the counter with a mouthful of my noodles.

"S-Sana since when are you here?". She asked me shocked, with a blush on her cheeks.

"Long enough". I scoffed and she looked to the side, like a little child who did something bad and is getting scolded.

"Did you- Did you hear anything like-".

"I didn't only hear, I saw it as well". I said shamelessly.

Her eyes widened.

"What do you mean you saw? My door was closed". She said.

"No, not really. I peeked through the crack of your door because you sounded like you were in pain". I said and shrugged with my shoulders.

"Are you serious? You can't just peek through my door when I'm-". She stopped mid sentence.

"When you're getting "fucked" by a dude?". I said and she glared at me.

"Seriously, what was that? You can't tell me you enjoyed this". I said and let out a laugh.

She glared at me even harder and balled her fists.

"Oh come on, don't get pissed at me. You should be pissed at him for not making you cum. Your moans weren't even real Ji". I said and her face was turning red.

"I know you want to scream at me right now, but you can't, because your little boy thing is upstairs. But trust me, if you would be mine, I would make you cum every time we would fuck". I said and put some of my noodles into my mouth.

Her face quickly switched from being angry to being flustered again.

"I felt so sorry for you. You looked like you were doing something that was on your bucket list or something like that". I said and took a sip from my soda.

"I can't believe you watched me having Sex".

"I wouldn't call it Sex but if that....thing you had there with him a few minutes ago is Sex to you, then I'm terribly sorry for you Ji". I said.

"I bet I could fuck you better than he did. At least you would finally know what it feels like to cum and enjoy Sex for once". I said jokingly.

"Jihyo?". I heard a masculine voice say, and when Jihyo's one night stand walked into the kitchen without a shirt on I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, here you are. Hey wassup". He said to me as if we are the best of friends.

"Hello". I just replied dryly and looked back at Jihyo.

"Hey, I don't feel so good". She said and turned around to look at him.

"Yeah, I bet you don't". I mumbled to myself, but when her head snapped to glare at me I raised my hands up in the air.

"Oh no". He said and stroked her cheek.

Ew, gross.

"Yeah, you should go home before I get you sick or something". She said and pushed him to the direction of the stairs.

"Oh umm okay". He said.

They both walked upstairs and a few minutes later came back downstairs.

He had his clothes back on and she walked with him to the door to say goodbye.

When the door shut close I heard her steps stomping back to the kitchen, which made me smirk.

"You better wash this smug look from your face Minatozaki Sana". She said and smacked my shoulder.

"How dare you say something like that? Let alone watching me with him".

"Please, as if I was enjoying seeing the whole scenario that was going on earlier. You didn't even enjoy it yourself and that says so much". I said and crossed my arms.

"You have absolutely no filter Sana". She said and scoffed.

"You're just scared that I would do much better than him. Because you know I would. I could make you cum tons of times. He couldn't even make you cum once". I said and her cheeks flushed again.

"Please, that's ridiculous". She said.

"Okay, how about we bet then? If I fuck you better than him, you admit that I'm better and if I don't, I will buy you dinner for two weeks".

"Come on, don't be stupid Sana. I won't sleep with you".

"I won't sleep with you either. I would fuck you. Hard. Make you cum. Make you feel good so you can enjoy it for once. That's what I would do". I said and she had to bite her lip.

"Come on, you're always so competitive. Why not now? Because you know I'm right". I said and leaned forward onto the kitchen counter.

"I'm not prepared now". She said and I looked at her as if she's joking right now.

"You aren't serious right now, are you?". I asked and walked closer to her.

"You prepare for Sex?". I asked and pulled her closer by her waist, which made her breath hitch.

"I- I mean- I". She stuttered and I liftet her on top of the kitchen counter.

"Jihyo, you can't prepare for Sex. It just happens". I said and slid my hands over her thighs.

I was standing between her legs now and when I looked up she was looking at me already.

I pulled her closer by her chin. When her plump lips pressed against mine, I let the desire take full control over me.

I pulled her closer, my arms wrapped around her petite waist. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands tangled into my hair.

When I slid out my tongue, she instantly made room for me to push it into her mouth.

I grabbed the back of her neck to keep her close and stroked her waist with my thumb. She let out a shaky breath when I sucked her tongue into my mouth and let it go after.

When I pulled away to look at her and she was looking at me with flushed cheeks and heavy breathing I felt my cock stirring in my pants.

"How was that?". I asked and slid some strands of her behind her ear. She blushed even more and looked away. I grabbed her chin between my fingers to make her look at me.

"Don't look away from me". I said and slid my thumb over her bottom lip.

"Now tell me, how was it?". I asked and pulled my thumb away.

"Good". She said and clenched her hands in her shorts.

"Good?". I asked and lifted a brow up.

"Really good". She said and smirked.

I bit my lip and couldn't help the smirk forming on my lips as well.

"I haven't even started yet". I said and she licked her lips.

"Let's go into your room. Let me show you how to get properly fucked on your bed". She nodded her head and slid down the counter.

I grabbed her hand and walked upstairs with her following right behind.

When we reached her room, I closed the door behind us and walked behind of her, to wrap my arms around her waist.

"Are you nervous?". I asked and turned her around, so she is looking at me.

"Yeah, a little". She said and I placed my hand on her heart.

"Yeah, are you sure about just a little?". I asked and she blushed again.

"Shut up". She whined and slapped my shoulder.

"Make me". I whispered in her ear and when her blush turned darker I smirked. I grabbed the bottom of her tight T-shirt and pulled it over her head.

I let the shirt fall to the ground and her naked chest was beautiful. Her hands covered her face, which made me smile.

"Don't hide from me. You're beautiful". I said and grabbed her hands to place them on my shoulder.

"You're really beautiful". I said and stroked her cheek with my thumb.

"Don't be ashamed of your body. You're perfect". I breathed out and grabbed her naked waist. I lifted her up, to lay her down onto the middle of her bed.

My fingers hooked under the waistband of her shorts and panties, to pull them both off in one swift motion.

She laid completely naked on her bed now. My dick was rock hard by now. I kneeled down in front of her bed.

"W-What are you doing?". She asked me shocked.

"Umm foreplay?". I said as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

I mean it was to me.

"O-Oh". She said.

"Don't tell me you never do foreplay before you sleep with a guy". I said and she looked ashamed to the side.

"Oh baby". I said and kissed the inside of her thighs.

"Let me show you how it's done. I'll make you feel so good". I said and grabbed her waist. My tongue was licking a path down her thick thighs, which made her gasp.

I also didn't want to tease the poor girl too much, so I stopped the teasing and sucked her clit into my mouth.

Her hips instantly bucked up and I held them down to lick her sweetness in my mouth.

"O-Oh my god". She shakily moaned out and threw her head back. I placed her legs on top of my shoulders and started pushing my tongue into her pussy.

"Fuck, Sana". She moaned and the way she said my name made me groan.

Her hands clenched into the sheets and when I started rubbing her clit while I was licking her, it didn't take too long for her to cum for the first time this night.

I sucked her cum up till the last drop and then kissed my way up her tummy. When my face was right in front of hers, she pulled me down by my shirt to press our lips together.

Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck. I pulled her up while we were kissing, so she's sitting at the edge of the bed.

I pulled away from her to catch my breath. Her breath was completely out of control, but so was mine. I started to take off my clothes and she never stopped looking away.

When I was naked as well, she grabbed my dick into her hand.

"No baby". I said and pushed her down so she's laying on her back again.

"This is all about you". I rasped out and pecked her lips. I kissed down her jaw and neck. My lips kissed down her throat, down to her breasts.

"Fuck, I love your titts". I said and sucked one nipple into my mouth. My other hand played with her other nipple. I bit softly into it, making her moan out loudly.

I stood back up, releasing her nipple with a plopp.

"Where are your condoms?". I asked.

"I-In my nightstand". She stuttered and pointed to her nightstand.

I took one out and had to grin.

"Strawberry flavour? I have to blain Chae for that". I said with a smirk, holding up the condom.

"What's wrong with that? I- I like strawberry's". She said with a blush.

"Whatever you say princess". I said and she blushed even more by the nickname.

I ripped the condom open with my teeth, my eyes never left hers. I pulled it over my erect shaft, till the very end.

I spit some saliva into my hand, moistening my cock. I grabbed her legs, putting them on top of my shoulders.

My tip slid through her soaking wet pussy.

"Are you ready Ji?". I asked and she just nodded her head.

I pushed into her slowly.

Opening her up inch by inch.

Her mouth opened in pure bliss.

"Fuck". I moaned out and waited a few seconds after I was completely inside of her. I grabbed her hips into my hands and started thrusting my hips.

"Mmm". She hummed out and grabbed my wrists. My thrusts turned a little faster, making her titts move with each thrust I made.

The sight I was having was heavenly.

"Does that feel good baby?". I asked and started pounding into her.

"Y-Yes so fucking good". She groaned out and threw her head back.

"Yeah, this is how he should've made you feel". I said and leaned forward, making her legs bend even more, giving me the opportunity to thrust even deeper.

Her mouth widely opened, releasing moan after moan.

"Look at me". I breathed out and her eyes opened, looking directly into mine. The vein on my forehead was turning thicker and thicker.

"Open your mouth." I said and she obliged.

I grabbed her chin with my fingers and spat into her mouth. She swallowed my spit, making me bite my lip.

"Mhm, good girl". I praised her and pecked her lips.

"Now cum for me baby". I said and wrapped my hand around her throat. I mercilessly started pounding her, and it didn't take long for her to cum the second time tonight.

"Mmm fuck". I groaned and let her ride out her orgasm. I pulled out of her, her own cum leaked out of her pussy.

"Fuck, look at this". I said and slid two fingers through her folds, collecting her cum. I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean.

"Ass up baby". I said and quickly turned her around. Her face was pressed against her mattress, ass high up in the air.

"Mhm look at this ass". I said and smacked her right cheek.

She let out a cry.

I massaged her ass in my hands and spanked her left cheek this time.

"Do you like that Jihyo?". I asked and spanked her cheeks with both hands this time.

"Fuck, yes I love it". She whined out. I licked my lips and let my cock slip easily back inside of her pussy.

"Mmm you take me so well baby". I groaned out and grabbed her waist. My thrusts started off hard and deep, making her ass bounce.

"Tell me how good I'm fucking you". I said and picked up the pace.

"F-Fuck, you're fucking me so good". She cried out and pushed her ass back to meet my thrusts.

"Yeah, that's what I want to hear". I said and spanked her again.

"Now tell me who fucks you better".

I grabbed her hair with my hand, making her groan.

"You. You fuck me better Sana". She moaned. I let her fall back down against the mattress. I started fucking her so hard that our skin was slapping together harshly.

"Cum for me again baby. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock". I moaned out at how tight she was getting and spanked her again.

With a loud moan she squirted all over me.

I couldn't hold back and came as well, releasing my cum into the condom.

"Fuck". I breathed out and slipped carefully out of her. I took off the condom and threw it into the bin. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her up into a sitting position.

She was completely out of breath. Her chest was heavily pumping up and down.

"This is how to have Sex properly". I said and lifted her chin up to make her look at me.

"Since I'm not an asshole, I will buy you dinner either way". I said and smiled sweetly at her.

She smiled back at me, with the cute blush on her cheeks that I love so much.

"Thank you Sana". She said.

"For what? Dinner or the orgasms?". I asked with a teasing smirk.

"Both". She said and smirked back at me.

Third Person POV

Sana, Sana, Sana, Sana...

Jihyo placed her head in her hands. She let out a loud groan and let her face fall into her hands.

Why did she even do it? Why did she agree to this stupid bet Sana offered? And why did Jihyo never had this mind blowing Sex with someone than she had with Minatozaki Sana?

All she could think about was Sana.

Sana's voice, Sana's smile, Sana's laugh, Sana's eyes, Sana's smell, Sana's hands, Sana's lips, Sana's...

"GOD". Jihyo groaned out and rubbed her temples with her fingers.

"Just calm down Jihyo. You're just confused, it was just a one time thing, a stupid bet, nothing more". Jihyo mumbled to herself while she was staring at her MacBook.

She wanted to keep working on her assignment, but a specific Japanese girl kept sneaking into her head.

She took a large sip from her red wine and took a deep breath after she swallowed the red, bitter liquor. Her lips were covered in a bordeaux red, her cheeks were tainted in a pink blush and she was at her third glass of red wine already.

Sana, Sana, Sana, Sana...

"Fuck this". Jihyo cursed and slammed her MacBook shut.

She grabbed her glass and made her way into the kitchen, to refill it for the fourth time this evening.

"How about some water?". She heard an all to familiar voice say behind her. She flinched at the sudden attendance of another person in the room and turned around to look into cinnamon eyes.

"Jesus, you scared me". Jihyo mumbled and placed her glass down on the kitchen island.

"What are you doing here? I thought you're out with Momo and Mina?". Jihyo asked and sat on a chair in front of Sana.

"They ditched me, that's the problem of having two friends who are dating. You're always third wheeling". Sana giggled and took a spoonful of the food she was eating.

"Yeah I feel you. Nayeon and Jeongyeon are always together, it's like they're glued together or something". Jihyo smiled.

"What about you? Aren't you into someone at the moment? How about your little boy toy that was here a few days ago?". Sana smirked and Jihyo blushed crimson red.

This was the first time, after that day where the both of them slept together, that one of them brought up the topic.

"He was just a fun time, nothing more". Jihyo mumbled and took another sip of her wine.

"Well, a fun time looks different to me, but we talked about this already. I mean I showed you instead of talked to you, but you get the point". Sana smirked and Jihyo had to bite her lip.

This god damn smirk.

"You're so full of yourself". Jihyo scoffed and this made Sana smirk even more.

"Am I wrong though? I know you enjoyed it, you didn't only enjoy it, you loved it". Sana said and took a sip of her soda.

"I mean, you weren't that bad, it was alright".

Sana just stared at her after this.

"Jihyo, by all dear respect, the way your eyes rolled back each time I fucked into you gives me the feeling that it wasn't just alright".

Jihyo's mouth was hanging open in shock at Sana's straightforwardness.

"I'm not having this conversation with you right now". Jihyo said and stood up to walk back into her room, but Sana grabbed her wrist.

"Why not? Why are you running away from it?". Sana asked and stood up, to press Jihyo into the kitchen island.

"I-I'm not running away from it, why should I?". Jihyo stuttered out and Sana let her hands slide down Jihyo's thighs, to lift her up so she's sitting on top of the counter.

"Sana-". Jihyo wanted to say more, but Sana shushed her with her lips. She wrapped her arms around Jihyo's waist to pull her closer against her body.

"Come on Ji, we had so much fun, don't you agree? You don't have someone right now, I don't have someone right now, let's just keep each other company, let me make you relax and feel good". Sana mumbled against Jihyo's lips.

Jihyo felt torn, she didn't know if she should give into Sana or if she should stop this, whatever this is.

"You can be so charming if you want something". Jihyo whispered before she pulled Sana into another kiss. She could feel the smirk forming on Sana's lips while they were kissing, which made Jihyo grin as well.

"I know, and right now I want you, do you want me too?". Sana asked and let her thumb caress Jihyo's cheek.

More than anything...

"Yes". Jihyo breathed out and this was all Sana needed to hear. She lifted Jihyo up, to carry her into her room.

The smell of Sana's vanilla scent filled Jihyo's nose as soon her back hit Sana's soft mattress.

All she could feel was Sana.

"I've been thinking about this night every day". Sana breathed out while she started undressing herself, Jihyo was watching with hungry eyes.

"Me too". Jihyo confessed and her breath hitched when Sana was completely exposed to her. Her eyes darted down and she couldn't help to reach her hand out, to wrap her hand around Sana's already hard cock.

"Every time I touched myself at night, I thought about you fucking me". Jihyo said and started pumping her hand up and down.

"Shit". Sana breathed out and licked her lips while she watched Jihyo jerking her off.

"Your hand feels so good". Sana moaned out. She thought about this for so long, thought about Jihyo touching her like this.

"My mouth will feel even better". Jihyo smirked, before she sucked Sana into her mouth. Sana's mouth gaped open and she fisted her hand into Jihyo's hair.

Jihyo pulled Sana closer by her waist, which made Sana's cock push even deeper into her mouth.

"Holy shit". Sana groaned and started thrusting into Jihyo's mouth.

"You're so sexy". Sana breathed out and she had to bite her lip when Jihyo looked up at her with teary eyes.

"Your mouth feels so good baby". Sana moaned and Jihyo felt the wetness forming between her legs at the nickname.

"I'm close". Sana warned, but Jihyo kept sucking her. She wanted Sana's cum in her mouth.

"Ji, I'm gonna cum, fuck". Sana rasped out and a few seconds later she came into Jihyo's mouth. Jihyo greedily swallowed Sana's cum and took her slowly out of her mouth after she was done.

"You're amazing". Sana said before she pulled Jihyo into another kiss. Jihyo knelt up on the bed, to wrap her arms around Sana's neck.

"I know what I'm doing". Jihyo smirked and this made Sana smirk as well.

"Yeah, I can tell". Sana grinned and then switched their positions, so Jihyo is straddling her lap.

"You're so beautiful". Sana breathed out and caressed Jihyo's cheek again.

This made Jihyo's heart nearly explode. Sana made her feel so good, so wanted, so appreciated and so...loved.

"So are you". Jihyo rasped out, before she kissed Sana again. This was probably Jihyo's most favourite thing now, kissing Minatozaki Sana.

Their lips fitted perfectly together. Sana responded to Jihyo's kisses so well, as if she was destined to be kissed by Jihyo.

"You drive me crazy". Sana mumbled against Jihyo's lips, and Jihyo couldn't stop blushing.

"I mean look at you, the way you're looking at me, with your dark beautiful eyes. How can I not get week knees at this". Sana said and let her thumb run over Jihyo's bottom lip.

"I love the way you make me feel". Jihyo breathed out and Sana's hands started caressing her body.

"How am I making you feel, baby?". Sana asked and slowly grabbed the rim of Jihyo's oversized shirt, to take it off.

Jihyo wasn't wearing a bra, so when the shirt came off, Sana was left staring at Jihyo's naked chest.

"You make me feel like the most beautiful girl and it feels so good". Jihyo confessed and Sana couldn't help but genuinely smile at this.

"You are the most beautiful girl, Park Jihyo". Sana softly said and kissed Jihyo's forehead, to show Jihyo that she really means it.

"Now let me show you how beautiful I think you are". Sana breathed out, before she started kissing down Jihyo's neck.

"Yes, please". Jihyo shakily breathed out and craned her neck, to give Sana more space.

Sana turned them back around, so Jihyo's back is resting against the mattress again. Sana leaned down, to kiss a path down Jihyo's tummy, down her hips and over her hipbones. Her fingers quickly slid under the waistband of Jihyo's shorts, to pull them down her legs.

Jihyo was left with only her black panties on now, her chest was heaving up and down a little bit faster than normal.

"May I?". Sana asked, while her fingers slid under the waistband of Jihyo's panties. Jihyo only nodded her head, she didn't trust her voice right now.

So Sana slowly took off the last bit of Jihyo's clothing, leaving her naked on top of her bed. Sana's eyes hungrily took in Jihyo's naked body.

God really took his sweet time on her.

"I think you got me addicted". Sana breathed out before she knelt down on the floor, to grab Jihyo's legs to put them over her shoulders.

"I should return the favour, don't you agree?". Sana asked and Jihyo just stared at her with hooded eyes and opened mouth.

"Please". Jihyo barely breathed out and Sana dived right in. She let her flat tongue run up and down Jihyo's pussy, her salty taste flooded Sana's mouth and she was loving every second of it.

"Yes". Jihyo cried out and clenched her hands into the sheets, her eyes never stopped watching Sana. Sana hummed against her pussy and this send waves of electricity through Jihyo's entire body.

"That feels so good, please don't stop". Jihyo whined after Sana started sucking her clit into her mouth. Sana grabbed Jihyo's legs to spread them completely apart. She groaned at the sight of Jihyo's pussy being so spread out for her and pushed her tongue completely inside of her, to tongue fuck her.

"H-Holy shit". Jihyo groaned out and threw her head back. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her hips started moving on its own. Jihyo's mind was completely blank, all she thought about was chasing the orgasm she was about to experience.

"I'm gonna cum". She cried out and her mouth shot completely open when she felt two fingers thrusting in and out of her.

"Yes, cum for me". Sana hummed, her fingers kept moving in and out of Jihyo. Seeing Jihyo fall apart was probably the most beautiful scene she has ever witnessed.

It didn't take any longer than a few more thrusts for Jihyo to cum all over Sana's fingers.

"Mhm, that's a good girl". Sana said and Jihyo let out a moan at this nickname.

Sana slowly pulled her finger out of Jihyo, to suck them clean. She hummed because of the taste and then slowly removed them from her lips.

"You taste so good". Sana rasped out and then knelt between Jihyo's spread legs. She let her tip run up and down Jihyo's pussy, the moist noises it made was so lewd but also so hot.

"Fuck me". Jihyo mumbled and clenched her hands in the sheets.

"What? I can't hear you". Sana's voice was so low, the teasing smirk on her lips drove Jihyo crazy. She heard her the first time, she just wanted to hear her say it again.

"Please fuck me". Jihyo cried out and Sana barely let her finish the sentence, before she pushed her dick completely inside of her, instantly starting to fuck into Jihyo at a fast pace.

"Mmm yes". Sana hummed and grabbed Jihyo's hips with her hands, to thrust even deeper into her. Sana watched Jihyo's titts move with each thrust she did, and it drove her completely insane.

"Fuck, yes". Jihyo moaned out and grabbed Sana's forearm's with her own hands.

"Yeah? Is that good?". Sana asked and all Jihyo could do was cry out in pleasure. Her eyes began to tear up because it felt so good.

Sana rubbed her thumb over Jihyo's clit, her hips started meeting Sana's thrusts and her jaw was slacked, mouth wide open, letting out these sweet noises Sana got addict to already.

"Mmm look at you, such a pretty girl". Sana husked out and this made Jihyo's pussy clench around her cock.

"Oh, you liked hearing that baby?". Sana smirked and Jihyo let out another whine.

"I'm close". Jihyo breathed out and clenched her nails into Sana's arm. Sana bit her lip and pushed Jihyo's legs a little bit more up, so Jihyo's thighs were pressed against her own chest.

Sana began pounding into her, their skin was slapping together harshly and Sana could feel her abs burn by how hard and fast she was fucking her.

"I'm gonna cum". Jihyo squealed out and Sana grabbed Jihyo's hand to place it on top of her clit.

Jihyo understood what Sana wanted from her, so she quickly rubbed her clit with her middle and pointer finger.

"Fuck, I have to pee Sana, stop". Jihyo breathed out, but Sana pushed her down with her hand wrapped around Jihyo's throat, making her eyes almost pop out of her head.

"No, you don't have to pee. Just let go for me baby". Sana whispered in her ear, making Jihyo shiver.

The rasp to Sana's voice and the way Sana's cock was plunging in and out of her was too much, so she let go and squirted all over Sana's cock and thighs.

"Mmm fuck, yes". Sana groaned and leaned down to kiss her. She kept thrusting into her slowly, to let her ride out her orgasm.

Jihyo could barely function, her legs were shaking and her arms tightly wrapped around Sana's neck.

"You're so hot". Sana breathed out against her lips and then turned them around, so Jihyo is straddling her lap with Sana's cock still buried inside of her.

Jihyo was so out of breath. She never experienced something like this. Sana caressed her back softly, letting her nails run up and down Jihyo's spine, which made her hips buck.

"Are you okay?". Sana asked and moved her hands up and down Jihyo's thick thighs.

"Mhm, just...need a few seconds". Jihyo shakily breathed out and smiled afterwards.

Sana rested her back against the headboard and rubbed Jihyo's hips with the pads of her thumbs.

"Kiss me". Jihyo rasped out and Sana nearly came at the way she said that.

Sana pulled Jihyo into a kiss by the back of her neck. Jihyo placed her hands on Sana's stomach and slowly rose up, to then sink back down onto Sana's dick.

"Mmm fuck Ji". Sana moaned out and smirked afterwards. Jihyo licked her lips and looked at Sana with dark eyes.

Sana was on cloud nine. Her jaw was slacked and her brows were knitted together. The way Jihyo clenched around her cock felt sinfully good.

"Does that feel good?". Jihyo asked and started to pick up the pace. Sana's eyes closed and she tightly gripped Jihyo's hips with her hands.

"Mhm, really good baby. You're doing so good for me". Sana moaned out. Jihyo bit her lip and then placed her hands behind of her, one hand on each side of Sana's legs. She threw her head back and started slamming up and down on Sana's cock.

Sana's eyes widened and her body felt like it was burning up her entire insides.

"I-I can't hold myself up any longer, please". Jihyo cried out and Sana could see her legs trembling already.

"It's okay baby, come here". She said and pulled Jihyo closer by her waist. Sana bend her knees up and wrapped her arms completely around Jihyo's waist. Jihyo's face was pressed in the crook of Sana's neck and then Sana started pounding into her.

"Sana-". Jihyo cried out and she was moaning straight into Sana's ear. Every tiny sound Jihyo made went straight into Sana's ear and it made her eyes roll back.

"Cum for me baby, one last time". Sana whined out and spanked Jihyo's ass hard.

Jihyo let out one last scream before she came all over Sana's dick again, clenching harshly around Sana's length.

"Mmm fuck". Sana moaned and then pulled out of Jihyo, to cum all over her ass.

They were both panting heavily, both completely exhausted and out of breath. Jihyo slowly climbed off Sana's lap, to lay next to her.

"Fuck, that was amazing". Jihyo breathed out.

"Not just alright?". Sana asked with a playful smirk on her lips, clearly referring to the thing Jihyo had said earlier.

Jihyo smirked back at her and let her fingers run up and down the space of Sana's boobs while she was looking up at her.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, I definitely did". Sana said and wrapped her arm around Jihyo's shoulder, making Jihyo's face rest on Sana's shoulder.

"You know, I always thought that it's bad that I'm such a competitive person. But now I'm glad I am". Jihyo said and caressed Sana's collarbones.

"Because you wouldn't have accepted the bet if you wouldn't be one?". Sana asked and she just nodded.

"Well, thank god you are one then". Sana said and they both started giggling, snuggling deeper into each others bodies.

#twice smut #twice sana #twice jihyo #sahyo #twice #kpop #g!p

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 months

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It's not a never.

Pairings: Eddie x best!friend fem plus size reader

A/N: Hey there. Sorry this upload was late. I had to work an unscheduled shift. But anyway, here it is. I hope you all enjoy this. Please feel free to share or comment. I'm always a sucker for comments. As always, thanks for reading. Kay love ya byyyeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. All pictures and songs were from a Google search and found on Spotify. A credit to the original posters and artists.

Word count: 4,135

Warnings: 18+ No minors. Language, angst, slow burn, sexual situation and not proof read. All a

Part 3: Hope

Summary: Rejection, friendship, love and heart ache. What's next?

The next day Eddie was hoping to have that long conversation. But you were nowhere to be found. He waited in the quad in the usual spot in the morning. But you didn't show. He kept looking at the cafeteria door every time someone walked in during lunch, hoping you would come. Still nothing though.

The last chance he would see you was in Mrs O'Donnells class. He knew you had to work after school so he wouldn't be able to see you for the rest of the day.

When he sat at his desk he noticed your backpack in the seat next to him. So you were there. You were just ignoring him.

The worst thing that could happen, did. He confessed how he felt and you were avoiding him. Now he wished he hadn't said anything.

The classroom door opened and you came in with some guy. You looked like you didn't sleep at all. You were pale and looked like you were gonna pass out.

Did he do that to you?

You then caught his eye and smiled a little. He lifted his hand to wave but you turned around to talk to Mrs O'Donnell.

“ Hey, teach. Umm this is Glenn. He's interested in taking over my column in the school paper. I already showed him around the workspace and how to lay out the stories.”

Mrs O'Donnell grinned. “ Perfect and did you teach him-”

“ Yes. He knows how to use the computer and how to search for information.”

As soon as the conversation was over, you went to sit down.

He leaned in. “ You feeling okay?”

You raised your hand and rocked it from side to side.

Now he was worried. “ Want me to get you some medicine or something to drink?”

You shook your head. “ I'm okay.”

His brows pinched together. Even your voice sounded different. “ Are you-”

“ Mr Munson. Is there something you would like to share with the rest of us?”

He looked towards the front of the class at Mrs O'Donnell. “ Umm what?”

She looked over her glasses at him. “ Mr Munson, as happy as I am to see you finally graduate, there are still some students that are here to learn.”

He gave her a thin lip smile and looked back at you. “ Sorry Mrs O'Donnell.”

She started the class and you ripped out a page from your notebook and handed it to him.

“ I feel like death but I'll be okay. Can I come by after work? We can talk.”

He looked at you and nodded. He then folded the note and stuffed it into his pocket.

It was almost 8 pm. Eddie kept looking at his watch for the past hour. Preparing for the talk.

But once his uncle left for work, he started getting ancy.

That's when he needed a smoke.

He went outside and sat on the steps. After the first cigarette was burned out, he lit another. Then headlights blinded him for a second. He quickly tossed the smoke after he heard you coughing.

You got out and made your way to him. Somehow you looked worse than before.

“ Hey dude. Sorry I'm late. I'm feeling like dog poop.”

He stood up. “ Anything I can do? I can make you some tea.”

You coughed again. “ Tea would be nice. But I don't want you to get sick. Besides, I can't stay too long. My parents want me home before 10.

He looked down at his watch and frowned. You guys only had 40 minutes. “ Well, do you want to come inside?”

You shook your head. “ No. That's okay. I would totally fall asleep in there. It's best if we stay out here. The fresh air will do me good.”

So far this conversation wasn't going well. Which started to make him feel insecure.

He then watched as you walked towards him and sat on the steps. Pulling him down to sit with you.

He swallowed thickly. Trying to figure out what to say. “ How did you get so sick so fast?”

You sniffled and shrugged. “ I guess my body isn't used to getting sneezed on the back of the neck in the subway.”

He chuckled lightly. “ Gross.”

“ Yeah. But it's just the flu I think, so I'm not dying.”

He grinned. “ Good.”

The tension started to build after that. The silence that ensued was almost unbearable.

“ So... why do you think you've fallen for me?” You asked all nonchalantly.

He sucked in a sharp breath and rubbed his hands on his knees. “ Ermmm I- honestly I don't know why this happened. All I know it's that no matter how hard I try, I can't stop thinking about you.”

You sighed and nodded slightly. “ Since prom right?”

He licked his lips and leaned his elbows on his knees. “ Yup.”

You went quiet for a second. Then you coughed. He looked at you and offered up some water and a cough drop.

“ Eddie, I'm fine. Really…let's continue…So you find me attractive because of how I dressed at prom?”

He hung his head. “ It started that way.”

“ And now you don't?”

“ N-no. I do. It's just more. You know.”

You nodded. “ Why?”

He looked at you. “ What do you mean?”

You met his gaze. “ Why is it more now?”

He shrugged and looked away. “ I guess I just see that you're amazing.”

Your laugh was a little raspie. “ And I wasn't amazing before?”

His eyes found yours again and he smiled. “ Guess not.”

You shoulder bumped him. “ Shut up.”

You guys chuckled for a second before it got serious again.

“ What about you?” He asked. “ When did it happen for you?”

You leaned back a bit. Resting on your hands behind you. Looking up at the stars. “ I want to say it was after I got over the crush I had on Jason.”

His eyes went wide. “ That-that was 2 years ago.”

You turned your head towards him. “ Yeah…it was. I guess you can say my type changed.”

He leaned back too and mimicked your actions. “ Why didn't you say anything?”

You faced the sky again and closed your eyes. “ You were seeing Marci. Then after her, there was that girl from the bar.”

He watched you as you sat up straight and looked at the ground.

“ I came to the conclusion that it was stupid to like, like one of your friends…then it got harder. Being who we were around each other. Close, comfortable. And I tried to not let it affect me…but then nana died.”

He sat up too and turned his body towards you.

You sniffled again. “ It's not the fact that you were there for me. But how you were there for my mom. How you were there for my dad…I remember when you and my dad were playing pool in the garage. It was the first time I heard him laugh in weeks. And with my mom…that's when you started hitting on her, just to get her to smile. Well that and you knew it annoyed me…I fell in love with you then. But I also knew that I couldn't do anything about it because you were family. And I didn't want to lose you too.”

When you started to cry he put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

You wiped your tears on your sleeve. “ You have been different since prom. And I thought it was because we're graduating soon. I thought it was because you were gonna miss me.”

“ I am gonna miss you.”

You turned to face him. He bore deep into your eyes.

“ Not as much as I'm gonna miss you.”

His heart was racing. You were so close. Your lips were merely inches apart.

“ I really want to kiss you.” He confessed in a soft tone.

You didn't look away or try to get out of his embrace. And he took that a go ahead. He closed his eyes and leaned in.

He could feel your hot breath against his lips and it sent shivers down his spine.

Just before your lips touched, he felt your hand on his chest. Then you moved your head down. Making him pull back slightly.

“ Eddie.” You whispered. “ We can't.”

He held you a little tighter. “ If it's cuz you're sick, I don't care.”

The look you had in your eyes he knew that wasn't it. So he let you go and felt broken. This wasn't what he wanted.

“ Eddie, I'm sorry. As much as I wanted this I-” you cut off and stood up.

He couldn't look at you. If he did he would end up crying.

“ I get that you're hurting right now. And I'm sorry that I'm the reason for it… it's just…Eddie please look at me.”

He flexed his jaw and did his best to not break down. When he finally looked at you, all he saw was his very sad sick friend. He knew you didn't want or mean to hurt him. And he felt like he would have never seen you so upset if he just kept his mouth closed.

“ I need you to hear me okay? We graduated in less than 2 weeks. After that, everything changes. And it's gonna be harder than we think to say goodbye to each other…if we do this now, it's gonna be that and so much more.” You shook your head. “ And I can't do that. I can't just be all in with you, just to have to say goodbye in 2 weeks…all I want is for things to be normal. I want to hang out with you and the guys like always. I want us to watch movies and play video games. I want to spend as much time together as possible. Because in a few days you're not gonna be an 8 minute drive anymore. I won't be able to hug you or laugh with you. I won't be at your band practices or show up to gigs…I just want the little time we have to be friends….just friends. Cuz I don't think I can handle anything more than that.”

He sat there and understood everything you just said. And though you rejected him, you were right.

He wanted you. All of you. But risking these last few days for something that was gonna end before it could even start. It wasn't ideal. Still, a few days with you would be better than not having you at all. Right?

He could argue and tell you that he would give anything to call you his. Even if it was just for a moment. But he wasn't going to.

Instead he got up and wrapped his arms around you. “ You're right. You're always right kid…I'm just sorry that I was late to the party.”

You hugged him back and apologized too.

“ Let me take you home.”

You pulled away and shook your head. “ No. How will you get back?”

He gave you a little smile. “ I'll walk.”

You coughed then refused.

“ It's okay.” He assured you. “I need time to lick my wounds.”

Your eyebrows knitted together and you gave him another sad look.

He gave you a little smile. “ Really. This was actually the nicest rejection I've ever got. Now common. Before your mom calls the cops.”

He gave you one last hug before turning to leave you on your doorstep.

“ Eddie.”

He looked over his shoulder. “ Yeah?”

“ You know with us, it's not a never… it's more like not right now.”

He pressed his lips into a thin smile. “ Gareth was right.”

You raised a brow. Silently asking what?

He sighed and put his hands in his pockets. “ He said that talking to you about this might make me feel better. “

“ Did it?”

He grinned. “ Yeah.”

You waved him goodbye and went inside. He spent the next 30 minutes wishing things ended differently.

…

Graduation day

Everyone was so excited to finally receive their diplomas. Eddie kept his promises. He gave his classmates the bird and ran off the stage.

He didn't go far though. He waited in the parking lot for everyone. Secretly, he wanted to run out before everyone so he could grab the graduation gift he got for you.

There was a second there where he felt like maybe the bouquet for roses and balloons were too much, but he didn't care.

And seeing your face light up when you saw them was everything.

You gave him a big hug and thanked him. “ I still have to pick yours up.”

He still kept you within arms reach but took a half a step back. “ You didn't have to get me anything.”

You just smiled and turned to give everyone else a congratulatory hug.

“ What the hell boy?!” Wayne said, hitting him upside the head.

“ Geez! I'm sorry man. I had too.” he said, rubbing the back of his head.

Wayne gave him a death stare but then smiled. “ Congratulations son.”

He grinned and gave him a hug. “ Thanks man.”

Soon after the pictures were taken, everyone got dinner together.

The whole night Eddie watched you. He saw your smiles and heard your laughter. But in your eyes there was a hint of tears.

He wished he could kiss that away. He wished he could hug that sadness out of existence. But he promised to just be your friend until you gave him the go ahead.

Little did he know he would get his wish.

As the night went on, all of his friends ended up at Gareth's after the parents and parental figures went home.

First was playing a few songs in the garage, while you sat listening. Then it was talking and playing video games.

Sometime in the middle of it all, you disappeared. Which of course prompted Eddie to look for you.

When he found you, you were outside on the porch swing.

“ Hey! Whatcha doing out here? It's almost our turn.” He said, taking a seat next to you.

You gave him a sweet little smile. “ Nothing much. Just going through the year book.”

You scooted closer to him and showed him the pictures of clubs and prom.

“ Do you remember when I went through a phase where I thought records were the best way to listen to music?”

He nodded. “ Yeah and we stole a bunch of milk crates to store your giant collection.”

You let your head fall back. “ And none of them fit in the damn things.”

You both laughed at the funny memory. And once it died down he shook his head.

“ I cut my shin climbing that barbed fence….when you saw the blood you nearly passed out.”

You giggled. “ But I didn't. I patched you up and kissed your wound.”

He shoulder bumped you.“ Then you passed out.”

You both chucked. But soon after, it was quiet. He moved closer to you and put his arm on your shoulders. His thumb subconsciously caressed your arm.

“ Oh! Almost forgot.” You said leaning forward and pulling out a black leather box from your backpack.

You handed it to him after.

He grinned and opened it up. There laid on a little silk pillow was a gold watch with leather bands.

“ Uhh wow! This…looks…expensive.”

“ It's from my parents and me…it's engraved on the back.”

He glanced at you before looking back at the Hublot. He slid it off the tiny pillow and turned it over. Silently reading the inscription.

‘ To E.M,

Follow your dreams.’

“ I love it.” he whispered. “ Help me put it on yeah?”

You turned slightly towards him and removed his old watch. Then replaced it with the gifted one.

He stared at it for a second. Really appreciating the beauty of it. Then he noticed you still had your hand in his. When he looked at you, you were biting your lip and looking down.

You must have sensed him staring and you met his eyes.

He swallowed out of nervousness, when he saw a glimmer of something in your eyes.

“ Ummm…here. You can have this one.” He said turning towards you. He reached for your right hand and put on his old watch. “ Now you have something to remind you of me.”

He made eye contact again. This time though he swore he saw you gulp too.

“ Like I could ever forget you, Eddie.”

He smirked a little and kept staring deeply into your eyes. What were the chances that you might want to kiss him now? Should he try again?

“ Kiss me.”

His mouth parted a touch as he sucked in a breath. “ W-what?”

You leaned in a bit and whispered it again.

This was it. The moment he had been dreaming about since his feelings changed.

He lifted his hand to cup your cheek. Gently dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. All the while moving closer.

His heart was racing and he held his breath. Your lips just barely grazed one another right before the front door opened. Causing you and him to pull away from each other.

Gareth came out. “ Guys! It's your turn. What are you doing?”

Eddie looked the opposite way of you and cursed under his breath. Yet another moment gone.

“ Emm n-nothing. Just reliving some memories.” You answered.

Gareth looked at both of you with suspicion. “ Okayyy… So you guys coming or what?”

Eddie stood quiet. Trying to hold back his frustration.

“ Ummm actually… I think I want to sleep in my own bed tonight.” You said, making him look at you. “ Do you think you can give me a ride?”

During the drive to your house you asked him to take you somewhere quiet. So Eddie drove out to a spot near skull rock.

When he turned the van off you sat there fidgeting.

“ So uhh why did you want to come here?” He asked.

He heard you sigh a little before watching you get up and climb to the back. He followed right after.

You guys sat across from each other. With the tension getting thicker by the second, you took off your shirt.

He sat there in utter amazement. Your chest was so full and looked so soft, his mouth nearly watered.

“ Eddie?”

He looked up to find your very curious eyes on him.

“ Are…are you sure?” He nervously asked.

You smiled softly at him before unclasping your bra.

He groaned lightly at seeing your buds harden as the air hit them.

He watched as you took off your shoes and your bottoms. Until all that was left was your panties.

You looked back at him and cleared your throat. Breaking him from his trance.

He quickly took off everything but his boxers and pulled you to lay next to him.

As you both stared deeply into each other's eyes, he caressed your arm.

“ Can I kiss you now?”

You scoffed a small laugh and nodded.

He raised to lean on his elbow and cupped your face. This time, his thumb traced the apple of your cheek.

It was a kiss that carried the weight of desire and love. All things unspoken and built up emotion was poured into that one perfect kiss. It was passionate and all consuming. But at the same time it was terrifying.

You had awoken something in him with your lips. It was chaotic and peaceful.

It was magic.

That's all he could describe it as.

The kissing could have gone like that all night and he wouldn't have cared. But as fingers traced the contours of one another's bodies, things became more intimate.

The warm air of the van was charged with fevery intensity. With every kiss and touch being a silent invitation to explore more.

Heavy breaths and soft moans bounced off the walls. Creating a warm loving bubble of passion neither one of you wants to leave.

Eddie's lips travel down your neck and across your chest

Your raised skin gave him the indication that you liked what he was doing. He moved lower to kiss your plush belly.

Your hands get lost in his hair as he reaches for your underwear.

He looks up at you, silently asking for permission.

You bite your lip and give him one small nod.

He peels them off slowly. Getting them past your bottom and over your knees. Finally down your calves and around your ankles.

Next, his blue plaid boxers join your garment somewhere in the van.

Once protection is in place, he settles between your legs. Crashing his lips into yours in a wet needy kiss.

This wasn't just sex. Not just some hook up. This was you. This was love making.

His lips hovered over yours as you two became one. A hushed gasp left your lips as he pushed himself in. His mouth fell open and his eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of you hugging him ever so tight.

He went slow at first. Conquering your pulsating warmth inch by inch. Claiming it as his and only his. Because it was. At least for tonight.

Then when you got used to his length, he picked up his pace a bit. With your hips pushing against his to get him to go even deeper.

He opened his eyes to see you had yours closed. With your mouth slightly agape and your brows furrowed.

You were stunning. The sounds you were making and the face you made out of pleasure, made him want to record it and take a picture. Just so that he could have evidence of the best night of his life.

Moans and grunts grew louder the closer you both got to a release. And all he could think about was making sure you came first.

Then a few more delicious thrusts and he felt it. He felt your warm wet velvet walls flutter then began to tighten.

You were almost there.

That's when his hip thrusts became short. He hit a small spot deep within you. Causing you to mewl out his name. It was like ramming into a pillowy wall. Making him experience a different type of pleasure he's never had.

And just like that, his and yours orgasm took over your bodies. Making his toes curl.

His body jerked as yours trembled after the fact.

And once he toppled off to the side he shook his head in disbelief.

He laid there for a second, trying to catch his breath. Afterwards, he pulled you into his arms.

He was exhausted. And from your slow and steady breaths, you were too.

“ How do I let you go to California after that?”

You snuggled up closer and rested a hand on his chest before answering in a sleepy voice. “ I guess... the same way I have to let you go to New York.”

His heart cried out in a shaky sigh as he felt the prickle of tears.

You were right. It was going to be impossible to say goodbye tomorrow.

Rather than letting the reality of the outside penetrate the small bubble of heaven you guys created. You held each other.

Following heartfelt words and promises to keep in touch, he felt himself drifting to sleep.

Then he felt you tracing something on his chest. He tried to focus on it before falling asleep. And when he figured it out, he smiled and kissed your forehead.“ I love you too.”

Wrapped up in the warmth of your love, you both fell into a peaceful slumber.

…

The morning came too fast for his liking. Though you both were happy, you both got dressed in silence.

Even the drive to your house was quiet. When he pulled up in your driveway you sat for a while. Staring at your house.

“ I had a really great time last night.”

You looked down and grinned. “ Me too.”

He reached for your hand and laced his fingers with yours. “ What happens now?”

You shrugged. “ I…I think we should leave things how they are. We had an amazing last night together. And I wouldn't change it for anything…But the truth is, it's better if we just take it for what it was. A really great goodbye.”

His heart sank but he had to agree. There was no way you guys could be together right now. Not with all the plans that were in place.

You gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before hopping out of the van.

His heart felt like it was breaking seeing you walk up the driveway. But then you stopped and turned around. You gave him that sweet little smile he loved so much and came to the driver side window.

“ Hey ummm mom promised to make pancakes today. If you want to join us.”

Then there was hope. Hope for something more. Hope that last night wasn't just a goodbye. But the start of something truly worthwhile.

He smirked. “Definitely. I love your mom's pancakes.”

…

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The Munson Twins – Steve Harrington

Steve's POV

The Munsons were always a strange pair of twins. For one thing, they were polar opposites of each other. Eddie was into weird role-playing games. Y/N was into volleyball. Eddie is in danger of repeating his senior year. Y/N graduated early. Eddie is into rock and roll. Y/N plays the classical violin and the piano. Eddie loves black leather jackets. Y/N likes flowery sun dresses. Eddie is kind of a loner. Y/N is more popular than me.

Since Y/N graduated early, we spent our senior year in some of the same classes. That being said, we barely spoke to each other. The most we ever talked was congratulating each other after one of us won a game. All through high school, Y/N and I ran in the same social circles because of our sports so we often went to the same parties. Just because we went to the same parties doesn't mean we were friends.

Not to say I didn't wish we were friends. I've gone to most of Y/N's games and she's gone to most of mine. Whenever I looked in the stands and saw her, I became more self-conscious of my playing. I even went to her orchestra concerts. I usually sat in the back and left before anyone noticed I was there.

Throughout high school, I couldn't get Y/N Munson out of my head. It seemed like everywhere I looked, she was there. Even when I was dating Nancy, my mind often wondered to Y/N when I was alone.

When Vecna started killing teens and Eddie was blamed, my thoughts focused even more on Y/N. I wanted to talk to her about all of this, to make sure she knew her brother wasn't what the town thought, but I also didn't want her involved in any of this shit.

I had to force Y/N to the back of my mind as we tried to help Eddie. When we got stuck in the UpsideDown, I allowed my mind to go back to her, hoping she was safe back in Hawkins. We were walking to Nancy's house and I kept glancing at Eddie. If he knew that my thoughts were constantly on his twin sister, he'd kill me.

"Eddie," I said, clearing my throat as I caught up to him. "Hey, man. Um, listen I just umm. . . I just want to say thanks. For saving my ass back there."

"Shit," he laughed. "You saved your own ass, man. I mean that was a real Ozzy move back there."

"Ozzy?"

"When you took a bite out of that bat," he tried to clarify. "Ozzy Osbourne. Black Sabbath. He bit a bat's head off on stage. You really don't know who that is?"

"No," I chuckled. "Sorry."

"Well, anyway, it was very metal, what you did, is all I'm saying."

"Thanks," I sighed.

"Henderson told me you were a badass," he continued. "Insisted on the matter, in fact."

"Wait, Henderson said that?"

"Oh yeah. Shit. That kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It's kind of annoying, to be honest. I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but I guess I got a little jealous." Eddie sighed before continuing, "I guess I couldn't handle the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents. Popular. Chicks love him. And not a douche? No way. It goes against all the laws of the universe and my own personal Munson Doctrine. Then again, that's worth shit because even my sister talks highly of you."

"Y/N talks highly of me?" I tried, and failed, not to stutter.

I looked over to see Eddie smirking at me. He leaned in a little too close and whispered, "Very highly of you."

"Okay," I said awkwardly as I used my elbow to push him away from me. I cleared my throat and rolled my shoulders back.

"All jokes aside," Eddie said, "my sister does think highly of you, dude. Whenever people would start to talk shit about you, she'd instantly stand up for you. I never understood it, but she's always talked about how people should give you a chance. She believes that there is more to you than meets the eye."

"She really thinks that?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Hell yeah," he laughed.

"I guess I always thought. . . I mean, everyone else saw me as a dick. I figured she did too."

"Nope," he teased. "She always sees the good in people. It's extremely annoying."

Eddie walked away, but my mind was going a hundred miles an hour. I thought over the few, very few, interactions I've ever had with Y/N. We walked a few more miles, the others talking amongst each other while I walked behind the group.

"Alright," Eddie sighed as he joined me. "Enough of this. You've been in your head since I mentioned Y/N. What's the. . ."

He didn't finish his thought. Instead, he turned toward me with a smirk on his face.

"Ohhhhh," he elongated. "I get it now."

He playfully pushed me before continuing to walk through the woods.

"Wait," I called out as I chased after him. "You get what?"

"Come on, Harrington," Eddie sighed. "Please tell me I don't have to be the one to point this out to you."

"Point what out?"

"You have a thing for my sister."

"What?" I scoffed. "I don't. . . Why would you. . . That's so. . . No."

"No?" Eddie teased. "You sure about that?"

"I mean. . . That would be. . . Crazy."

"No, it wouldn't," he said simply. He saw the look on my face and sighed. "Look, Harrington, as much as I may not understand it, Y/N's right. You're a good guy. You'd be an even better guy if you'd grow a pair and tell my sister how you felt about her."

"What if she doesn't feel the same?" I asked before I could realize how weird it was to have this conversation with Y/N's twin brother.

"She does."

My heart jumped into my throat at those two words. Eddie didn't say anything else. He didn't need to. He sent me a wink before jogging and catching up with the others.

"She does," I repeated under my breath. "Holy shit. She feels the same."

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Three months later, Hawkins was barely rebuilding. After Eddie's death, there were two people I was worried about; Dustin and Y/N. Dustin was doing what he normally does - pretending to be okay so no one would worry about him. I checked in on him almost every day. He was getting better, especially since Max was improving.

Y/N, on the other hand, barely leaves her uncle's trailer. Every single one of us has tried to visit her, but her uncle keeps telling us she doesn't want any visitors. Y/N won't even talk to the kids.

"Hi, Steve," Eddie and Y/N's uncle sighed when he opened the door.

"Hi, Mr. Munson," I greeted. "Is Y/N here?"

He sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Look," he sighed, "I really appreciate all you kids have been trying to do for Y/N, but I think it might be best if you give her some space."

"But. . ."

"I'm sorry, Steve," he continued. "I'll let her know you stopped by."

My heart sank as he closed the door. I couldn't get myself to move as I heard Y/N's uncle saying something to her. I couldn't quite hear what he was saying but I forced myself to leave. I turned around and slowly started walking back to my car. As I drove home, I racked my brain trying to figure out what I could do for Y/N.

Just when I had lost all hope, I noticed someone pulled over to the side of the road. As I got closer, I recognized the driver as Y/N. She was looking at her engine.

I didn't hesitate to pull over. I got out of my car and started walking toward her.

"Need a hand?" I called out. I instantly cringed when she jumped. "It's just me, Y/N."

"Sorry," she stuttered.

"It's okay," I tried to say lightly. "So, you need any help?"

"This stupid thing won't start," she grumbled. "And I have no idea why. Eddie usually. . ."

My heart sank when she stopped talking. One look at her and I could see the tears building.

"He usually handled the car," she forced herself to continue as she cleared her throat.

"I could take a look," I shrugged. She looked up at me, her eyes softening.

"Really?"

"Of course."

I walked over to the front of her car and examined the engine. The longer I stared at it, the more Y/N giggled. She was laughing at me, but I didn't care. At least she was laughing.

"You don't know anything about cars, do you, Steve?"

"That obvious?" I chuckled as I turned toward her.

"Little bit," she said, showing me how much with her fingers. She cleared her throat and wrapped her arms around herself.

"I could still help," I said quickly.

"How?" Y/N asked, her voice softening.

"I could give you a ride," I offered.

"Steve. . ."

"I don't mind," I said quickly. "I can take you home or wherever you were on your way to."

"You don't have to," she said quickly.

"I don't mind," I tried again.

"I can call my uncle."

"Come on, Y/N. Let me help you."

She looked up at me and held my gaze. "Are you sure?" She asked, her voice soft.

"Of course," I shrugged. I held my hand out, not entirely expecting her to take it. When she did, my heart jumped into my throat. Ignoring the circus in my stomach, I led her over to my car. She smiled as I opened the door and held it for her.

"Thanks," she said as she got in. I took a shaky breath as I walked around and got in the driver's seat. I started driving to the trailer park, my nerves jumping all over the place.

"So," I cleared my throat, "how have you been doing?"

"Fine," she shrugged, looking out the window.

"Are you. . ."

"Please don't, Steve," she cut me off. She looked over at me and I could see the tears building.

I nodded before turning my attention back to the road. We went through the rest of the drive in silence. I wanted to talk to her but I wasn't sure how to start a conversation with her. Before I would've liked, we pulled in front of her uncle's trailer.

"Thanks for driving me, Steve," she said softly.

"Y/N, wait," I said as I grabbed her hand before she could get out of my car. When she looked at me, I forgot what I was going to say.

"Steve," she said softly when I didn't continue.

"I just wanted to say," I said slowly, "if you ever need anything, the group and I are here for you."

"Thanks," she said, clearing her throat. She started to get out but realized that I was still holding her hand.

"There's something else," I forced myself to say. I looked into her eyes and gathered all the courage I could before saying, "I'm sorry about Eddie."

She turned away from me but right before she did, I could see the tears building. With the hand I wasn't holding, she covered her mouth. My heart sank when I realized she was hiding her tears.

"Y/N," I whispered. I pulled on her hand and she let me bring her into my chest. As I wrapped my arms around her, she sobbed into my chest.

"I wish we could've done something," I whispered. I pulled out of our embrace and held her shoulders as I looked deeply into her eyes. "I wasn't able to keep your brother safe, but that doesn't mean I can't keep you safe."

"Steve," she said under her breath.

"I promise, Y/N, I will always be here for you," I said. "If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, all you have to do is call me. Day or night."

"Day or night?" She teased. "That's a little creepy, Steve."

"I didn't mean it like that," I stuttered. "I just meant that if you needed me, I'd. . ."

Y/N cut me off by leaning over and pressing her lips to mine. I didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss. I gently grabbed her face as our lips moved against each other. When we were both out of breath, we broke the kiss and leaned our foreheads against each other.

"You know," she whispered, "there is something you could do for me."

"Anything," I said instantly.

"I'm starving," she started. I smiled when she didn't continue.

"Y/N," I said softly. "Can I take you to dinner?"

I smirked as I leaned in and kissed her again. I felt her smile as our lips moved in sync. I broke the kiss and pressed my nose to hers.

"If it's not too much trouble," she whispered.

"Not at all."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #season 4 #eddie munson #joe keery #joe keery imagines

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Do you know what time it is?

Ken x f!reader

Ken vs Real World, with a little help of a new friend...

Part 1

SFW (except Ken's doll anatomy mentioned?), fluff, comfort, Ken being Ken...

Word count: 2661

You've seen him during the day when you went for your jog along the beach.

He was standing on the sand, looking at the waves. You've noticed him, because he looked kind of lonely. And was wearing a really fluffy hoody while you could go running absolutely naked and be fine with temperatures.

And when you were coming back, he turned to you and you almost tripped, seeing his face. The man looked like a model. Or an actor…

He noticed you staring and waved to you with a small smile. Two, circular glasses on his wrists reflected morning rays. You awkwardly waved him back and ran for your life, totally embarrassed.

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Next time, you bumped into him, when you were rushing to your work. The place you've started to work recently just set-up offices and you had to switch into shifts to keep it safe before alarm guys would show up and wire everything.

You literally bumped into him, too focused on replying to a message and passing some people. Your phone flew in the perfect arch and crashed on the paved alleyway.

“I'm so sorry,” you mumbled to the person you run into and rushed to your smashed electronics. Of course… Because it wasn't enough.

“Are you okay?” a soft, low voice asked and you almost gasped at the proximity of the man from the morning.

“Yeah, yeah” you've tried to smile at him, not really wanting to start some small talk with a stranger or start crying in the middle of the crowd.

“I'm sorry, do you know what time it is?” you asked, scrambling back to your feet. You were probably late.

The man, you now noticed, had bleached blond hair, a bandana with lightning bolts on his forehead and tiniest, scruffy stubble on his face, shade darker than his hair, and the bluest eyes you've seen. He looked at the watches on his arms and started to stutter a bit “It's ah… It's umm…”

You rudely caught his hand in black, fingerless glove and tried to read them. Only one of the watches was giving approximately good time. Great, you'll definitely be late.

“I'm Ken…” the blonde started, but you're already running to the street to catch a cab.

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You couldn't stop thinking of the man. Sure, it was because he looked so good and he actually talked to you which was weird, given all those people around. Nah, you were adding some non-existing narration. He was talking to you, because you almost tripped him over in your haste. Nothing unusual.

You took your phone from your pocket. You taped all the loose glass but it was only for you not to hurt yourself.

You don't even have a flashlight now. You really need to buy one.

In the dimly lit park, you've noticed familiar colors of the fluffy hoodie. Why was the guy sleeping on a bench? Then it dawns on you. He had to be homeless or something. Funny, he didn't look like a homeless person during the day, just a weird dude in too warm clothes.

And then you've noticed it. Someone was definitely trying to get to his pants and you've heard the tiniest whimper going to where you were standing.

“Hey! HEY! I'm calling the police!!” you've shouted, not ready to confront anyone hostile, but the black figure was already running, something falling behind them.

You let out a shaken breath and walked over to the blonde man. What was his name? Ken?

He sat, groggily wiping his eyes and looked at you surprised. He was sleeping the whole ordeal?!

“Hi,” he smiled, recognizing you. You scanned him but other than the stolen watches and his zipper(s?) being open, he looked unharmed.

“Why do you sleep in a park? There's a shelter…” you've started but now he noticed it. His watches were gone.

“No, no, no, my time!” he jumped to his feet and almost tripped you over. Seeing his distress made you feel sorry. And act stupid.

“Hey, it's okay. Listen. I live nearby. I'll look for an old phone and we can call the police and… Ken, right?”

Man's head snapped to you, hearing his name. He nodded and moved after you. He stopped dead in the tracks, seeing a low glow on the grass. It was one of the watches. The thief had to lose it.

“My time!” You've watched Ken happily putting a rich looking watch on him and pointed in the direction where two of you were supposed to be heading.

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By the time you opened the door, you honestly thought about running away a few times. You asked the guy where he came from and stuff he told you was definitely a complete whack.

He was certain he came from Barbieland and was a doll but now, since he left his homeland just like His Barbie did, he was supposed to be human too. Or turn into one anyway.

Maybe it was some heavy role playing, you thought to yourself. Or maybe the guy was a total nut job.

Tomorrow you'll be in newspapers when they will find your corpses all over the place.

You hated your chivalry and naive belief that people are what you think they're. And you felt that Ken is just a harmless lunatic who desperately needed a shower and some food. All the way to the apartment, you heard his stomach growl. Even he noticed it and started to growl along with it.

“So,” you took him to show the sharing bathroom, “here is a bathroom, you can take a shower. I'll make you something to eat. What do you like?”

“I don't know, um…” he was lost at marveling around the simple, old bathroom equipment.

You left him and went to the open kitchen.

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Ken looked at the small room. There was a shower, yes, not so grand looking like Barbie had. And there was… Some weird chair and few drawers, a sink? And one, giant sink where Ken would definitely fit. A bathtub. Some Barbie had these, if he remembered correctly.

He started to undress. He took his Kenough hoodie, followed by his tracksuit, fringy, leather vest, then a denim vest and pants, his black jeans and black fringe shirt, his barbie themed onesie, then two sets of his beach clothes and his Ken’s underwear - 5 pairs.

The floor was quickly filled with all the garments so he started to fold them and put on that strange, hard and cold chair.

He looked at himself in a mirror. A bandana, right. And gloves… you need to be naked to take a shower, he reminded himself. Seeing his reflection, Ken moved his head to the side, noticing a weird bulge between his legs. He was always perfectly flat. That is before he started Patriarchy. He then grew some hair on his face and a weird trail from his navel down to… The bulge.

“Huh” in touch it felt the same as the whole of his body felt for the past few days. Springy and definitely not smooth and hard as he always was. Someone in the Real World referred to Kens and Barbies as ‘plastic dolls’. Ken knew he was a doll once, so maybe the world he was looking for was ‘plastic’. Yeah, he wasn't plastic anymore. His muscles were still hard but didn't feel SO hard. He needed to check and touch the human to be sure. That nice woman who took him home. She was brave to scare that stinking man that was trying to… Ken wasn't sure what the man was trying to do, but it wasn't nice if he tried to take his Times.

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You almost jumped out of your skin, hearing a screech coming from the bathroom, just when water started. It quickly became silent and you left the food, going to the door that suddenly opened. Ken was wetting the floor, slippering on the tiles.

“Are you okay?” you've started and noticed… That he was completely naked.

You've tried to understand what he was talking to you but you were just dumbfounded by his body.

He looked like a mix of athlete and bodybuilder, you weren't sure where to put him. He was lean and muscled at the same time. He looked like he really needed to hydrate and eat something… You were sure that if you measured the fat percentage of his body, it would be the lowest possible. You finally managed to break contact with his trembling abs and pecs and all those muscles you've seen and looked down, not up. You thirsty… you've started but then you moved away a step and looked wildly at his face and his… Lack of crotch.

“The water, it was in a shower! How do you use a broken shower?” he started again, seeing you looked at him for a second but then he went with you down and watched your wide eyes and terrified expression. You looked absolutely spooked by his appearance. He didn't want you to look like this. It felt wrong.

“Why… Why…” you've started, moving back when he was moving forward, his arms held higher and open, like he read you should do with spooked horses.

“Barbie said we don't have ge-genitals?” he tried to explain, not really knowing too much about it. It was Barbie who was smart.

“You can't… Was it some accident, or?” you tried to reason with yourself and him. He couldn't be a doll, it's ridiculous. But more and more you looked at him, the more he looked like one. Or less… Or…

“Everyone looks like this in Barbieland,” Ken started again. You reached a couch and he was dangerously close.

“What is Barbieland? Why does it sound like some world of dolls?!”

“It is a world of dolls! Yes!” he exclaimed, trying to hug you from happiness that you finally understood. You put your hands in some protective manner and it stopped Ken. You were so scared and it hurt him so bad. He didn't want you to be scared of him. He wanted you to like him.

“Please, nice woman, don't…be afraid,” he gently touched your arm, making you jump away.

“I'm…,” you mumbled your name subconsciously and stared even more, “this is… This is a dream right? I'm dreaming about the hot guy I met, probably it will turn into a wet one because of how hot you're…” you tried to reason with yourself and in a desperate move, you touched his bare arm and chest, feeling his cool, wet skin that doesn't feel like plastic or something.

Ken used the opportunity to feel your arms too. You were softer than him, your body more squishy and round. But in touch you felt the same as him now. So he was turning human.

“Yes!” Ken happily whispered to himself, catching your attention. You were still holding him and looked at his face, touching it. He immediately leaned to your delicate hand and smiled. He looked like someone in desperate need of affection.

Looking into his eyes, made you realize either he was telling the truth or you lost your mind completely.

“I, umm… You were talking about a shower?” you tried to sound casually, remembering really hard about what started all of it.

“Ah, yes!” Ken took your hand and led you back to the bathroom. You glanced at the tower of clothes on the toilet.

“Your shower is leaking water. I can't use it.”

“Because in… Barbieland you don't have water?” you tried to think about playing with dolls. Of course they didn't have real water or food or drinks, right? The power of imagination was all they needed. Or whoever was playing with them.

“Yes.” Ken looked proud of you. And you almost smiled at that. It was all too crazy. But at the same time, he was too adorable to not like him.

“Okay,” you tried to ignore his perfect, naked body (And he definitely didn't lack an incredible ass) and gently pushed him back to the shower.

He looked at you getting inside with him, in your clothes, and watched intently how you took the shower head and put it at your feet, playing with knobs, wetting your legs.

“Okay, I don't have any men's shower gels, so you'll need to survive smelling like a peach. Go ahead, take it,” you pointed to the bottle and popped the cap when he took it from a shelf. Taking it from him, you poured some on his big hands. Seriously, his palms were so big!

You decided to pour some too on your own and put it on his shoulder, rubbing his body a bit. Ken closed his eyes and smiled contently.

“Okay. Now, you do it. You need to rub it all on your body, all of it. Just close your eyes when you wash your face, you don't want it in your eyes. Okay, turn around, I'll help you with your back.” He turned and you had to blink a few times at his body so close to yours, before you moved.

With his back washed, you moved a bit, showing Ken to take a step back and you put a shower head in the holder.

“Once you rub it all, just rinse. Oh, and for your hair, use the other bottle. Then rinse it all again and turn off the water. I'll leave you some towels, okay?”

Ken was too invested in washing himself to say anything, so you just hoped he understood you.

You knew it was crazy to play along with his game but if it didn't hurt you, you could indulge him. You will decide what to do about him later.

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With spaghetti on the table, you filled glasses with water and almost shouted, seeing Ken walking in, stark naked. Sure, he didn’t have any clean clothes, or private parts to cover.

“Ken, do you mind putting something on?” you asked nonchalantly, knowing you won’t swallow a bite and still drool because of his perfectly sculpted body.

He was back in his black lightning bolt tracksuit, with Ken's waistband peeking out and for the first time really you thought it would be something Ken doll would have - his own name brand of underwear.

After watching you like a hawk for a few seconds, learning how to eat his food, Ken devoured his plate in minutes. The man was famished. You give him another one and absentmindedly advice to not rush it or he will get sick. So you've spent the next 10 minutes explaining to him what you meant and vaguely said about sicknesses.

He was like a big child, full of wonder. Your mind was feeling more and more spinning. The rational part of it couldn't believe in the ‘doll version’. But your gut told you something different. You wanted to believe him. And he had this innocence around him.

After the dinner, you sat at a table and looked at eachother, your gears turning like crazy.

“How do you feel Ken?” you asked, to start some conversation and you genuinely wanted to know.

“Fantastic. Can I… Stay over?” he asked, crossing his fingers. You stood up, taking the dishes and putting them in the sink.

“Well, yes. That's the point why I took you in. Because… You have nowhere to go, right?” The last part sounded a bit like you wanted him to say ‘no’.

“Well I can sleep at the beach, like in Barbieland. But I can't go back there. To my world,” he added quickly. You wondered why.

Looking at the clock, you suddenly felt the weight of the day on your shoulders. It was 2 in the morning. And you had to find your old phone. Just in case.

You sat Ken in front of the TV and gave him a remote, showing a few basic buttons. He will figure out rest. You just underestimated man's curiosity.

#ryan gosling #x reader #comfort #barbie the movie #ken #ken x reader

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