#were gonna do other stuff instead but then i woke up right before he fucking bit me bitch. im still mad. let me go back

[krypticcafe]

Reader/ Y/n coming back to base covered in blood and tortured while 141 + Alejandro had no idea where reader was since they left in the morning.

Reader is "the little sibling/adopted child that we must protect all cause" to the boys

Love your writing so much ❤️

As Long as I'm Here

rating: mature

pairing(s): platonic gn!reader x 141 + alejandro

warning(s): canon-typical violence, language, drugs and drugging, torture, blood, military inaccuracies, no use of y/n, no beta read

a/n: Hope you don't mind that I decided to put this all in one long fic, kinda struggled with the writing direction with this since I had to rewrite it multiple times and I had to cut it short so I'll probably make a part two?

synopsis: it's going to take a lot more than simple torture to keep you from going back to the 141.

Part Two is now up!

"I'll be back before they know it."

Those were the last words you thought to yourself before you hopped off the helicopter. You and a team of other capable members of SpecGru and the Los Vaqueros had left before the crack of dawn for a joint operation and anticipated coming back by the afternoon if things went smoothly. And of course, they didn't.

No, you couldn't be afforded such a luxury as seen by how you were overwhelmed in battle. You wish you could've said you did your best, but god dammit you should've checked before entering that building, thinking you could lure the enemy away from the rest of your team. Compared to the hours you spent strapped to a chair with nothing but fluorescent light and a buzzing in your ears to compliment the throbbing pain in your head, you started to prefer the option of joining the rest of your teammates becoming target practice instead.

It didn't help either that the people who caught you were sick bastards. You could deal with the punches, a kick to the crotch, the hair pulling, cigar smoke, the blades, and having your body slammed around the place. It was nothing compared to practice with the 141 and prior missions you had with them. But when the metal cart of syringes came out, you knew you were beyond fucked, even when you had a swollen eye, a busted lip, broken ribs, open cuts, and burns. They took it a step further and injected experimental drugs you were supposed to investigate, homemade concoctions as they lovingly called them.

By pure shitty luck, you only escaped because one of them was stupid enough to clean up after offering you a glass of water when you woke up after passing out, dropping and shattering it in front of you, and not bothering to clean up. When your guard left to go take a piss break, you threw yourself to the floor and tried to squirm your way to the glass, using a shard to cut through your ropes. Once your guard came back, you pretended to still be bounded to your seat, coaxing him to come closer as if you wanted to confess something, and slit his throat. From there, it was easy now that you had a gun.

Or at least it was supposed to be. Maybe it was the heat of the moment or the adrenaline of finally being able to move, but the drugs hadn't fully kicked in until now. Your whole world seemed to sway, or maybe it was just you. You couldn't tell, all that mattered was that you could fight. Based on the layout of the building you were in, you were still in the same area as you were before. It took more bullets than you would've liked to admit to take down the guards that were in your way, but how was it your fault when the only two thoughts in your head were 'Where the fuck is my stuff' and 'God I'm gonna puke'.

Whoever kidnapped you really didn't think things through. Security was tight on the second floor but the bottom floor just had a single guy in the kitchen messing with a bag of crackers. You aimed your gun at him and click!

Click!

Clickclickclick!

Shit.

Well that caught his attention. You ducked down right when he reached for his gun, tossing your empty one to the side now that you'd be doing this the hard way. Waiting with bated breath, you took your window of opportunity, lunging when he had to reload. You took him by such surprise that he fumbled to put in another magazine and that allowed you to knock the weapon from his hands and tackle him to the ground. The both of you struggled on the hardwood floors for what felt like hours, but it was only a minute at most. Even in your feverish, dizzy, survival-instincts-only state, you overpowered him and stabbed him with his own knife.

Towering over the body, you gasped for breath, feeling your lungs struggling to expand and contract if you didn't force yourself to focus on the task. Great, now you're sweaty, weak, bloody, and out of breath. Based on how your hands started trembling, your symptoms were getting worse. Pacing around the area, you found your bag on a couch and fished around for the radio, yelling out your callsign before the rest of them would discover why their friends were suddenly so silent over comms.

"Sending coordinates, get a chopper over to exfil ASAP. And a damn medic."

The 141 were back from their own mission when they had heard the news of your distress call. Ghost was on the verge of strangling one of men that was on the team with you if they didn't add the fact that you made a reckless move for the sake of the team. Ghost could agree that it was something that only you would do despite his constant arguing with you and his protectiveness over you. He'd keep an eye out for you from the shadows both on base and in the field, be the one to challenge you to push your limits during your sparring matches, make sure you were well-trained so you could protect yourself. And yet you would instead protect the 141's asses countless times.

Ghost was brooding in the helicopter, well, more like sulking after a mission with you and Soap. During the crossfire, he wasn't able to keep an eye out for his flank and see the grenade flying for him. In a desperate move, you shoved him out of the blast range with all your strength, landing you with a couple burns and injuries, but nothing fatal. You knew he was going to get moody afterwards, giving a knowing glance to Soap before turning back to Ghost and nudging his leg with your boot.

"Hey, L.T, you were in the British S.A.S, right?"

"..."

"Just answer the question! C'mon Ghost, for me? Pleaaaase?"

"Affirmative."

"So back then, if you were to get bathroom duty, would they call you a Loo-tenant?"

"... negative. Was promoted after joining the 141." He turned his head away, and despite his blunt, by-the-book response, you knew he was smirking under that mask of his, especially with how Johnny and you were both snickering your asses off.

"Ghost?"

Simon snapped out of his thoughts and looked back at Soap, visibly concerned for the masked man but reading him all at the same time. Years of working together helped Soap get over the boundary of Ghost's silence and stoicism, and Ghost wasn't the only one looking out for you after all.

"You alright, L.T?"

"Solid, just need a talk with Price."

"I know what you're thinkin', and as much as I'd love to shove it to the bastards, they're going to need us when they come back. Price will come up with something, we just hafta wait 'til then." For once, Soap was the voice of reason and Ghost couldn't argue with his point.

"He's right, you know." Price stood a few feet away from the two in the hall, "Kid's capable of themselves but they're going to need a shoulder to lean on when they get here. Maybe a couple stitches, too."

Price hoped it was only going to be a few stitches. Though he knew it probably wasn't the case. Alongside Roach and Gaz, he had trained you for these situations, ensuring it would never happen and it never did thanks to his mentorship. He saw you as one of his own and ensured that you'd be able to fight tooth and nail so that it would never end up like this. But now that it has, he could only wonder what could've been done to you for you to get captured.

He didn't want to wonder.

"Bloody hell, what did they do to you?" Gaz muttered, watching as you stepped down the ramp with a soldier aiding at your side. There was an attempt to bandage you up on the way, though it only seemed to be temporary since your bandages were already stained with blood and some of it oozed out. Even the bandages around your head didn't stop the crimson liquid from spilling down the side of your face. The soldier passed you to Gaz, immediately urging that your injuries be tended to.

"Something's wrong, look." Roach helped support your other side to allow Gaz to examine you.

With a closer look, Gaz found that your pupils were disturbingly dilated, eyes glazed over in a way that made you almost look dead. You were muttering and mumbling nonsense under your breath, something about the mission and wanting to go home.

Gaz swallowed an anxious breath and nodded, "We'll get you home soon, buddy. Roach, help me take off their gear."

As soon as the other man began unclipping your vest from your body, it seemed something had pulled a trigger in you.

"No... no you're not- don't fucking touch me-!" You slurred, weakly tearing yourself from the hands of your friends. It surprised Gaz that you had the energy to punch his chest with that much force, but it broke his heart all at the same time. Roach guessed that you were so out of it that you could barely comprehend your surroundings, hell, you probably thought you were still in captivity. It hurt to imagine your perspective, and how vulnerable you felt, thinking they were your enemies.

"What's going on here?" Price's voice rose over all the noise as people tried to calm you down, Soap and Ghost following behind him along with Alejandro, who joined them with no hesitance after hearing what happened.

Roach approached them, "I don't know, the Sergent just came back like this, like they're in some kind of haze."

"They're drugged, at least, I think. I took a look at them and they don't even look like they recognize us," Gaz struggled to keep you from falling but you were insistent on getting away from him, from everyone. Thankfully, Ghost had come up from behind you without being noticed and locked you in a hold. You tried to flail even more, but with your weakened state and Ghost's strength, all you could do was yell with sloppy words for him to let go of you. It hurt them all to hear you yowl and yelp like an animal in pain, but they knew that you'd only hurt yourself more if Ghost didn't keep you like this. He forced himself to ignore your cries and clenched his jaw, focusing on keeping his temper and how he was going to let it out when given a chance.

"Steamin' Jesus, Price, I thought this was a cartel recon mission?" Soap seethed at the thought of what might've happened. Torture was one thing, but it was this whole new level of "fucked-up" that had him wanting to snap and tear at the throats of your tormentors.

"It was," Alejandro spoke up, "There was talk of a new drug on the market, released even though it was 'incomplete'. Nobody know that it was more dangerous than it was supposed to be, nobody outside of them." The words left a sour taste in his mouth. Cartels being reckless was nothing new to him, it was something he had seen time and time again. But it was the lack of awareness, the blatant disregard for safety and society, and how they betrayed their own people that made him livid. As a leader, he emphasized his loyalty and dedication to his soldiers, which was why he considered those who worked for and with him to be friends or even family, like you. So to him, if someone had messed with you, they were messing with him and his army as well.

Price glanced in the direction of you and Ghost for a moment, watching you finally begin to calm down from tiring yourself out. His gaze softened after you finally went limp, but still breathing, and he felt a pang of disappointment in himself for the briefest of moments. Maybe if he had known you'd leave so early in the day, he could've better prepared you. Maybe he should've assigned one of the others to join you so you wouldn't be in this predicament. But he didn't know. He didn't expect things would go this far south. None of them did.

"We'll finish the job first and then," Price took one last look as you were taken away on a stretcher, unconscious but writhing with a pained expression.

"We give them hell."

#x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty #cod #codmwii #codmw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #captain price x reader #john price x reader #soap x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #roach x reader #gary roach sanderson x reader #task force 141 x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #los vaqueros x reader #platonic

[penny00dreadful]

Okay, okay, okay listen.

Remember when we were all obsessed with Steddie Legally Blonde a while back? Yes, I’m still thinking about it, leave me alone. And I adore everything I’ve read. It’s all so fantastic.

But I had a thought because what if we switched it up a little? I’m going mainly off of the musical here, so bear with. 

So what if instead of having Steddie as Elle and Emmett, we instead have them as Paulette and UPS Guy/Kyle??? Like??? It fits, right???

But then, but THEN who do we have as Elle/Emmett?

Buckingham.

No, but just think of it! 

Or I guess you don’t really need to because I’ve thought of it enough for all of us and it goes like this:

(OMG you guys I blacked out and when I woke up this thing was 3.1k long written over a few hours. I haven't edited this at all so please be gentle about typos/tense changes etc. The fever just took me.)

Chrissy is your quintessential girly girl. She is Elle Woods. She’s blonde, pretty, cheerleader, very feminine and happy where she is in life, President of her Sorority with her besties by her side and her guy who is… well he’s as good as any guy could be, right?

Jason is handsome, rich, well connected, he treats her with affection and he humours her when she has some pretty wild, out there ideas. 

But then it happens and they break up because apparently having a girly girl for a wife just wouldn’t look good if he’s gonna live his life the way he wants to. Lawyer, his own practice, running for office. 

Apparently her blonde hair and boobs would hold him back which, what the fuck??? 

What does that have to do with anything?

They love each other, right? That surface stuff isn’t supposed to matter. At all! They’re supposed to be together no matter what because they… they love each other?

Well fuck that noise, no one tells Chrissy Cunningham she’s too fucking blonde to do anything which is a hypocritical ass thing to say because has Jason looked in the fucking mirror recently?

Different fucking rules, apaprently. 

Well, no more.

She’s gonna fuck up law school right along side him and she’s gonna wear fucking pink while doing it too!

And like, everything is going fine. 

Chrissy’s not stupid, she knows how she’s perceived by people before they get to know her. 

Vapid, bimbo, perky, blonde.

Like that’s an insult.

It’s just harder now that she’s away from her girls, gays and theys back home. And everyone here seems to think that the best way to live their lives is to look boring as shit while doing it along with tearing each other down.

She fucking hates it, but she’s determined to see it through. 

It helps that she seems to have found the one person on the whole of the fucking east coast who actually listens to what’s coming out of her mouth rather than just paying attention to the hair on her head or staring at her tits.

Robin is so strange.

She’s different in such a refreshing way, it’s like being able to breathe clean air for the first time in years.

And she’s fucking sharp. And sweet. And so, so comforting. 

Chrissy would have never managed to survive the depression of those first few weeks without her.

And like, she’s not ignorant to the fact that Robin sometimes does look at her boobs but at the same time it just feels different coming from a woman than it does a man. It doesn’t feel so objectifying.

Instead of putting Chrissy on edge it makes her feel a little smug. A little proud of herself, it makes her feel attractive and desired in a way she hasn’t felt in a very long time. 

Is that sexist? To prefer the attentions of a woman over a man when both do it just fine for her?

Chrissy’s not exactly sure, but she knows she enjoys it when it’s coming from Robin.

So maybe it’s a Robin thing. 

Chrissy honestly thinks things are looking up for her. 

Until Jason introduces Nicole. 

His fucking fiancee???

It’s been, like, four months since they broke up.

Nicole hates her guts, she can tell. She thinks she’s some two braincelled idiot who got into Harvard on daddy’s dime and needs to be babied through the simplest of tasks while not understanding how condescending everyone’s been the whole time.

Chrissy fucking understands. She’s been through it all before, but back then she had people by her side. It’s all so fucking childish. The world already hates women enough, Chrissy desperately doesn’t want to be at another womans throat, over a man no less, but Nicole doesn’t seem to feel the same way.

She’s ambitious and cut-throat and dedicated and a little bit terrifying. 

Apart from Robin, she’s on her fucking own out here.

And she needs something. 

Something of home to bring some light back into her life.

So she gets in her car and just drives around the streets hoping something will catch her eye. 

And it does. 

Some tiny little hole in the wall salon with a pride flag out the front that she’s immediately drawn to because god damn it she misses her friends. The girls, the gays, the theys.

As soon as she pulls over she feels both simultaneously like she’s come home and she definitely won’t fit in here, but she’s so emotionally raw at this stage it all kinda ends up converging on her and now she’s standing in front of a mostly empty salon and there’s a guy looking at her and she’s just fucking crying.

Through her blurry vision she can see the guy approaching and she really fucking hopes this isn’t gonna turn into a thing because she just does not have any spoons left to deal with some creep right now. 

But he seems to sense how he’s coming off because he becomes a little more effeminate from one step to the next.

“You okay, honey?” He asks, big brown eyes wide with concern and a hand covered in rings hovering over her shoulder, not touching. He has a cigarette in the other hand, held away to keep the smoke from reaching her, his arms covered in ink but Chrissy wants nothing more than a cigarette right now.

Or, that’s kind of a lie, but she’d love one in all honesty. She hasn’t smoked in so long. 

The guy spots her eyeing it, sticking the cigarette back between his plush lips and needing to use both hands to pull his carton from his pants considering they’re so tight.

“Bad day?” He hands her one and Chrissy ends up breaking down all over again.

She tells him that it hasn’t just been a bad day, but a bad half a year, really. She tells him all about Harvard and Jason and her professors and Robin and by the end of her ranting they’re sitting back in the breakroom of the salon. They guy’s name is Eddie, she learns and despite his mean and scary exterior Chrissy thinks he might be the gentles person she’s met in this whole god forsaken city.

He holds her hands between his and listens to her. Actually hears her talk and pays attention and is concerned and attentive and she loves him for it. 

He helps her find her confidence again, at least for the rest of the day. They commiserate about how they both stick out like sore thumbs in their communities and how people need to just kinda get over it.

He encourages her not to let the normies win, do go hang out with Robin, to go kick ass and she’s just wondering how on earth she can ever repay the favour when they hear

“Knock, knock.” 

Coming from the front of the salon.

Eddie’s whole face drains of colour before immediately turning red and he bolts up from his chair, stumbling out of the staffroom and moving back behind the receptionists desk.

Chrissy gets to watch in real time as all of Eddie’s incredible confidence and easy lightheartedness disappears into a vat of nerves mostly hidden by cheeky flirtation as he twirls a lock of hair around his finger and bats his eyelashes at the Hot UPS Guy who looks equally as charmed. 

When the guy, Steve, has to get back to his route, Eddie practically melts against the desk as soon as he’s out of sight. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one who needs help.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at her but smiles anyway. “I had that handled just fine.”

Over the next few months, she and Eddie get closer, Eddie and Steve stay exactly where they were that first day and she and Robin are quickly approaching best friends level.

But Chrissy is starting to come to terms with the fact that maybe she wants a little more than to be best girly-girl friends with Robin and maybe she wants to stick her tongue down her throat about it. 

The two of them are practically attached at the hip, spending all day at classes together, alternating between their respective rooms to study late into the night, ending up in the same bed together and waking up together in the morning. 

Chrissy is almost, completely, entirely sure that this is all very not platonic but it’s so difficult to tell.

She’d be constantly sleeping over with her friends back home, hugging, kisses on cheeks, cuddling in bed or when watching movies, just girly things.

But this feels different. Is it different?? Or is this just how Robin is with all her female friends, the same way it’s always been how Chrissy was with her friends back home. How can she tell if it’s going from platonic to romantic??

And all of that needs to go on the backburner anyway because they’re being put on a real life, for realsies you guys case. And if they fuck up this case they could be at fault for someone spending the rest of their fucking life in prison for something they didn’t do??

Unacceptable.

And after Chrissy finds out their client used to be on the same cheer team as her? It was all over. No way was she gonna let her go to prison just because everyone thinks a pretty young woman couldn’t possibly love someone a little older than her. 

Not on Chrissy’s watch. 

But first she has to deal with Robin’s wardrobe because they professor is insistent that all the women wear skirts and tights and Robin is not having it.

Neither is Chrissy to be fair, so she takes Robin out to the most lavish place she can, decks them both out in the fiercest looking pantsuits they can get their hands on, refusing to back down.

It comes as a surprise to both of them when Nicole stands with them in solidarity as well and now their professor is both outnumbered and losing his arguments with only Jason on his side about this and they fucking win.

It’s only a small win but it still feels fantastic. 

Riding her high of winning that small fight, she bursts into the salon and informs Eddie that he is going to either kiss or ask out Steve the next time he sees him and when Eddie reacts like she just said she was going to shave all of his hair off she refuses to hear it. 

Because the thing is Eddie is pretty, really pretty and she knows that Steve knows it, but she doesn’t think that Eddie himself is really aware of it. And despite his prettiness, he’s all awkward elbows and knees. 

So she gives him some tips and shows him how to highlight certain things about himself, the long legs, the tattooed arms, the hip bones. Even his cute little bum. She teaches him how to subtly pull at his clothes in conversation so some skin is exposed or his tiny little waist is highlighted. She teaches him how to use his eyes to go in for the kill.

He doesn’t seem to think it’ll work but she is almost certain it will. 

And it’s confirmed for her when she gets a call later that night from Eddie who sounds fucking over the moon and completely bewildered by the fact that Steve likes him back??? Has done for months?? And they had some incredible dirty nasty sex in the salon after it closed for the night and how they’re going to the movies tomorrow??

Eddie swears he’s gonna send her the biggest fuck off fruit basket he can find. 

Everything is looking up for her, especially after she has such a major win in court, figuring out one of the prosecutors witnesses had perjured himself on the stand (without outing him to the whole damn court, thankfully).

Or at least everything was looking up for her until she found herself alone in a room with her professor and she felt the energy in the room shift before it happened. 

His hands were on her before she could do anything about it and she cracked him across the face for it before she could even think about what this could do to her legal career going forward. 

Because that was the reality of it, wasn’t it? 

Either allow herself to get assaulted or destroy her career before it even started. 

She didn’t know when her priority had shifted from getting Jason back to actually pursuing this as a future career. But she had found to her own surprise she loved it. She adored it actually. 

And now…

Now it would all be gone. 

Jason had seen, of course he had and he was less than kind about it because apparently it made more sense that she had fucked her way into Harvard than had actually been smart enough to get there on her own. 

She couldn’t stomach anything Nicole could possibly have to say to her but if the way she was glaring at Jason with barely concealed rage after that comment was anything to go by, Chrissy didn’t need to worry too much about that.

She just wanted to go. To get out. She needed to get out. And she would have gotten away scott free if Robin hadn’t been hanging around waiting for her.

Robin’s face broke into a bright smile but that quickly slipped away when she saw the state Chrissy was in. She was all sweet concern and care and affection but Chrissy couldn’t fucking deal with it at that moment, she couldn’t face her.

She couldn’t face Robin who would find out what a fool of herself she’d made believing in Chrissy, when Chrissy had thrown all of their hard work away.

Because no one would ever fucking see her as a person. She was just a piece of ass.

So she ran.

She didn’t even realise where she was running to until she was standing outside the salon doors again. 

It was late, they were closed, of course they were, why was she here?

She was standing outside the door crying again like she had been the first time and it was all just so fucking stupid-

“Chrissycakes?”

She was enveloped in Eddie’s arms before she could even blink, being ushered inside and steered back to the staffroom, same as that first time. 

There were beer bottles and take out containers over the table and Steve sitting at the table and oh, she’d interrupted something hadn’t she? 

What a fucking way to officially meet one of her best friends new boyfriend right?

But they were so sweet. 

They sat and listened while she spilled the whole thing, offering at different points to hunt down her professor for her or slash his tires or lose all of his mail or whatever and she was forced to giggle through the tears.

But she shook her head in the end. She was tired. She was sick of having to defend herself constantly. 

She needed… she needed to go back to where she belonged. 

And she was about to. 

She was about to leave the salon, swear to keep in contact with Eddie because god damn it she loved him now and she was ready to run.

But then there was a hammering at the door and Chrissy poked her head out to see Nicole standing there looking like she was on a fucking crusade. 

And… was that…?

Robin was standing behind her, looking like she was just trying not to get in Nicole’s way.

Eddie grumbled to himself about changing the damn salons opening hours if this was to continue but he unlocked the door anyway.

Nicole burst in all fire and determination, shoving her finger directly in Chrissy’s face.

“I hated you. But god fucking damn it if you didn’t prove to me that this is the career you belong in. And I refuse to stand by and see an admirable woman of your smarts and calibre get run over by some small dicked professor with a receding hairline. You’re so much more than that. So c’mon. We’re breaking through that fucking glass ceiling if it kills us.”

Holy shit.

Robin pulled her into a tight hug, warm and comforting and a little too long to be platonic, running a hand through her hair. 

“We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with Chris, but… you deserve to be in that courtroom.” She muttered into her ear and Chrissy could do nothing but nod into Robin’s neck.

She heard Eddie sigh behind her. “Okay if we’re doing this then… I need to make a few calls.”

A few days later Chrissy made her triumphant return to the courtroom. Everyone was there to support her. Eddie, Steve, her besties from back home that Eddie had called, telling them it was a friend emergency and so of course they all came right away along with Robin and Nicole bracketing her on each side. 

And while she could tell the court wasn’t taking her rants on hair care very seriously, when she finally came out with the verbal crackdown, proving the witness was actually the murderer, the gasps from the gallery were enough to feed her for years to come. 

When all was said and done at the celebration later that night, she found herself being approached by Jason.

He told her it was a mistake to let her go, to discard her the way he had and she agreed that yes it was. But his mistakes weren’t her problem anymore. And from the look of it they weren’t Nicole’s problem either. 

Jason surprisingly took it well enough, mentioning that he never really felt the same passion for law that she so clearly possessed. 

She wished him luck with finding what he wanted to do.

But now.

Now she needed to find Robin. 

Chrissy couldn’t take it anymore.

So weaving through the people around her, she grabbed at Robin’s hand, dragging her away from Steve who she had become inseparable with and pushing her into the hallway.

Robin didn’t even have a chance to ask what was happening before Chrissy was on her, pressing her into a wall, holding her close with her hands on either side of her face, kissing her with so much longing and elation and joy and happiness that when she pulled away Robin looked completely dazed. 

Robin blinked slowly a few times before her face broke into a wide grin. 

“Me too.”

#buckingham #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #robin x chrissy #buckingham fic #legally blonde au #buckingham legally blonde au #chrissy x robin #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #penny00dreadful #i dont know what happened #it just appeared #wild huh?

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WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY - FIRSTS!

Tagged by @suzy-queued @deedala @darlingian @heymrspatel @lingy910y @energievie @mybrainismelted @blue-disco-lights

Name: Michelle

Age: Currently getting a kick out of telling people that I’m nearly 40 and having them go ‘NO WAY!!!’ - It’s funny and flattering :)

First Pet: Siberian gerbils called Tom & Jerry

First Word: No idea. Turns out my parents kept a baby book for my older brother where they painstakingly recorded all of that stuff. I found mine a few years ago and it’s got a grand total of 3 entries, one of which is talking about how chubby I am, and how I am yet to find a food I’ll say no to, and let’s hope that’s not a sign of things to come… after which it was abandoned. Thanks mum.

First Celebrity Crush: Leonardo DiCaprio

First IRL Crush: Dominik. We hung out basically every day after school. I would go round to his house and he would play me the latest Michael Jackson tape and show me new dance steps that he’d taught himself. I thought he was so cool.

First Kiss: Age 14 with my first boyfriend. He was 20 years old. We were in a relationship for over a year. Shit was fucked up. At the risk of repeating myself… Thanks mum.

First Car: Bebop 🚙 He’s my baby and I bought him this year and I love him! He’s a turquoise 2013 Toyota Yaris Hybrid.

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents: Heh. I moved straight from my childhood bedroom to a different country. If you’re gonna do something, do it right! lol

First Time on a Plane: I was… 18 months old? Parents went on holidays to Florida. I have about 3 memories from that trip.

First Cellphone: Nokia 3210 😎

First Concert: David Hasselhoff. I was maybe… 6? And I got very tired and slept through the second half, but my parents woke me up for Looking for Freedom, which was my favourite song of his.

First Foreign country you visited? Italy or France most likely. Pure proximity, and most of our family vacations were done by car from Switzerland so…

First sport you ever played? Hmm. I did competitive swimming when I was very young. And then gymnastics. And after that… about five minutes of football (the only sport I to this day do not understand. How do I run AND kick a ball simultaneously?!?), then 3 years of tennis, 2 years of basketball, 8 years of roller hockey, and a whole smattering of other sports on and off.

First career aspiration? I mean… I basically wanted to be a Disney Princess, purely for the Animal Best Friend aspect! And then any form of Animal Whisperer would have done the trick. I watched all the TV shows and movies where characters had magical bonds with animals, and I wanted that. And then I realised that the characters in the shows and movies aren’t real, but the people training and handling those animals *are*. However that wasn’t something realistic to aspire to, being Swiss, so instead I became a bookseller (somehow that made sense at the time… 🤷🏽‍♂️). And then 15 years later, in a different country and a different life, I did end up training animals for TV and film. So that’s kinda nifty.

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think “wow”

Hmmm. I dunno. I thought I was really fucking talented when I was about 12. I wrote a novel and sent it to publishing houses and literary agencies. One of them invited me for an interview, because they thought my writing was great and they wanted to meet the kid that had sent them a manuscript aged 12/13. They ended up giving me a job, working as a admin/secretary/slush pile reader. They also gave me lots of feedback and constructive criticism on my writing. I scrapped the novel I had sent them in favour of writing a different, better novel. I still think that novel was pretty fucking good. I tried to get my mum to proof read it and give me feedback so I could do any necessary corrections before I spent my pocket money on photocopies, C4 envelopes, and a whole bunch of stamps so I could attempt to get it published again. She was dragging her feet and I tried to explain the urgency, because I was clear that it needed to happen before I turned 14. That was the goal in my head. I had huge ambitions and dreams. I was also convinced that if it happened after I turned 14 it wouldn’t be special anymore. Like anyone could do it after 14… 🙄 In response to this my mum told me that she’d had ambition and dreams, too, when she was my age. But not to worry, that’ll go away, and once you’ve put away the fanciful notions of being talented then you can just get on with your life…

Not sure if this actually answers the question, but that was kinda the first and last time I remember feeling uncomplicatedly good about and proud of something I created. After this anything creative I did was always immediately followed by the doubt of ‘is this actually good, or is this just a fanciful notion I have about being talented, when in actual fact it sucks?’ 🤷🏽‍♂️

Wow. Ended that on a downer, didn’t I?

…

Erm… I wrote Tell me we’ll never get used to it,

They’re the only two people left that know what it’s like to have loved and to have lost a Lightwood.

And it’s a good story.

There.

I said it…

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[ayodele-loretta]

~

I was woken up by mom running around the house, making sure we were all awake, which was just a safety measure after what happened to Will last year. I understand her worrying but god was it annoying when you just want to sleep. Not to mention she peeks into our rooms while we are sleeping just to make sure we are still there.

"Y/N, Jonathan, Will, you gotta get up its time for the school!" Mom yelled. I groaned as I got out of bed. I went over to my dresser and grabbed out some clothes. I closed my curtains and started getting changed. I looked in the mirror to examine my outfit. Muted rainbow sweater with blue jeans and a brown jacket over all of them. As I was about to open the door when Jonathan opened it instead.

"Are you ready to go? I can pick us up some breakfast from popeyes if we leave now." He said.

"Jonathan, what the fuck! I could've been naked!" I yelled, glaring at him. "And yes, I'm ready." I say pushing him out of the way to go say bye to mom. I grabbed my backpack from the closet door and went over to mom. "Hey mom, Mike wants Will to sleepover tonight. So we will drop him off at the Wheelers."

"Karen didn't tell me about that. I'm sure it will be fine though. I'll just call her to make sure." Mom said, smiling as she went over to the phone. "You guys just head to school, Will's in the car and I gave Jonathan some money to get breakfast."

I smiled at her before heading out. I took the front seat as Will was already in the back and watched as Jonathan came out. I leaned against the window as he started driving to popeyes. Once we got there he looked at me.

"What do you want for breakfast, y/n?" He asked. I huffed. The thought of eating made me sick. It always did. Ever since 4th grade, being made fun of for being slightly overweight, everytime I saw food I was sick of it. I used to love food. I like to think of it of loving it so much I just wanted to savor it.

"I'm not hungry. I just woke up." I said. Jonathan looked very disappointed.

"Mom said you won't get better if you don't try." He said. My stomach churned.

"I will eat later. I'm just not hungry right now." I lied about that. I don't want to eat later. Or ever.

"Fine." Jonathan said as he turned to ask Will. I tuned out. Theres no reason for me to listen. I just want to get to school already, go hang out with Robin and get to Tina's party afterschool.

I must've zoned out for a while because next thing I know we are in the parking lot. I get out, stretching afterward. Then I see a new car pull in. A 1979 camaro. Without thinking I start walking towards it. I smirk slightly. It was a nice navy blue, and very clean. A girl with red hair got out and walked to the middle school. Then a very attractive guy got out. No, not attractive to me of course. Just like, conventionally attractive. The guy had blonde hair, a mullet. Definitely gonna be more of a king than Steve. He was gonna be toppled by the girls. Probably even Nancy Wheeler, little miss perfect, would fall for him. Or at least look at him.

"Yo, who the fuck are you?" He asked. I didn't even notice he was talking to me before I look around. No one. Fuck.

"Uh no one. Bye." I say before quickly turning and going into the school. That was fucking pathetic. I can't believe I would be able to embarrass myself like that. I'm such a fucking idiot. Why'd I even go to him? God you're so fucking stupid. It wasn't long until I got to my locker, where Robin was.

"So, who were you looking at?" She asked, leaning against the lockers. Hers was right next to mine so it'd make sense she walked in with me while I was internally scolding myself.

"No one. I was looking at the car. It was a very nice one. I've never seen a camaro so new so close before, let alone in Hawkins." I say, putting my stuff away other than the stuff I need for my classes. "Why? Do you like him?" I asked jokingly, looking at her. I know she was gay so I was just teasing her.

"What? No. I don't even like guys like that." Robin said. She scoffed and looked away. "I'm gonna head to class, loser. Have fun with your little crush." She teased. I think she was teasing. I'm not gay. I'm most definitely straight. I had a crush on Nancy and Chrissy. Well, I think I did. "I don't have a crush on anyone!" I said, flipping her off before heading to class. She did it back, which wasn't surprising. I sat down in my seat before I see him walk in. The guy from the parking lot. Well fuck.

~

I stared at him in shock. I wasn't expecting him to be in the same class as me, especially after what happened in the parking lot. I hid my face. God, I wish Robin was here to save me from any more embarrassment from being here. I should've skipped today. But mom would've never allowed it. Soon enough the class filled up with people and everyone took their seats. I presume the guy sat next to me just for my misfortune. Not only do I have to deal with the fact that I deeply embarrassed myself by going toward him in the parking lot, now I have to sit next to him in homeroom. Next thing I know, he's gonna be in all my classes.

"Alright class. I'm gonna go through the attendance. Don't say anything stupid." Our teacher said. I sighed as each name is said, I was one of the first so I just rose my hand. Then the new boys name was said as it wasn't a name I normally hear in the attendance. "Billy Hargrove."

"Right here." The boy said. Billy. What a little kids name. Little Billy. I looked at him. How can such an attractive, conventionally attractive, guy be named something like that. He must've noticed me staring as he then made eye contact with me. His eyes were a nice blue color, a contrast from mine. His pupils seemed to dilate when they looked at me. That was weird. "Is there a reason you're staring at me?" He asked me.

"You're just like really hot." I said. Fuck. Shit. I didn't really flirt with him, did I? You're such a fucking idiot with terrible coping mechanisms. He looked stunned, like he hasn't heard that before. "I didn't mean that. You're just kind of terrifying." I turn to the front. "Miss. Can I use the bathroom?" I asked.

"Yes, y/n, go ahead." She said as I stood up and speed walked to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror.

"You fucking idiot. I can't believe you just told some definitely homophobic guy that he is hot." I said to myself before going into a stall. I continue to lecture myself. I know that it would not help, I only know after me and Jonathan had to talk with mom about how to handle mental breakdowns and our anxiety. I wasn't listening to half of it, mostly just zoning out. I then hear the bathroom door open and wipe my face. I didn't even notice the tears until now. There was a knock at the door.

"Byers, get the fuck out of there and get back to class." Billy said. I knew it was him. He is speaking in the same voice as in the parking lot.

"I'm having bowel issues." I lied. It was quite an obvious lie. Why would I come to school with bowel issues.

"Bullshit." He responded. He then started pushing on the door. "At least open the door and tell me something to tell the teacher other than shitting problems."

"Why would I open the door for you? I don't even know you."

"God you're so difficult."

"For a good reason."

Billy just sighed. He leaned against the door. "Well I'm gonna head back to class because I don't wanna go back and carry your things to you for a bullshit excuse."

"No one asked you to carry my things to me." I said, watching him sit against the otherside of the door. He must be having a rough day because there was no way in hell he would talk to me like this.

"I know you're gay. You're even lying to yourself." He said. Wait. What the fuck?

I blinked before looking back underneath the door. No one was there. Must've been dreaming again. I gotta take some medicine for that. I stood up. How much did I imagine? What time was it? I check my watch. Robin got it for me after I told her how much I hate not knowing the time. 3:39. Shit. I skipped all of school. Though my stuff was outside of the door. He must've came here with my stuff.

I opened the door and picked up myself. I then walked outside, going to Jonathans car. School wasn't out for another 10 minutes but I can wait. Mom must be worried by me missing all of school. I'll tell her I was having bad anxiety again. Whatever. I promised Jonathan I would go to the stupid party at Tina's tonight so we would go drop off Will at the Wheelers and then go. Eventually, Jonathan and Will got out and came to the car. Jonathan looked at me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I got out early." I responded. He must've believed me and got in. We began driving to the Wheelers. We were gonna pick up Nancy and Steve since Steve's tires were slashed by some middle schoolers earlier this week. I watched as Billy and his little sister, I assume, came out to their car. Billy looked at me through the window, a slight glare. I hate this. I made the new guy hate me already. Great job me.

Once we got to the Wheelers, Nancy and Steve got in after Will got out. Karen was watching, telling Nancy to not do anything bad or get drunk.

"Dude you had to bring your brother?" Steve said. I flipped him off.

"Shut the fuck up, Harrington before I beat your ass with your own bat." I said. I wouldn't really do that. I don't even know how to properly swing. Nancy rolled her eyes as we drove to Tina's house. The party didn't start till later so we waited for a while. I closed my eyes and dozed off.

~

I woke up to Nancy tapping my shoulder. "Come on, it's time to go in." She said. She was all dressed up for the Halloween party, everyone in the car was. I wasn't. I only came because I didn't want to watch Will and the last option was to go to a shitty party the whole school is at.

"Fine," I say, getting out. I walked into the already bustling party. Immediately my anxiety peaked, seeing how everyone is so packed together. There was food all over the floor, and beer everywhere as well. I walked toward one of the only clear areas. The kitchen. As I started I see Billy. I slouched some more, crossing my arms, as I passed by. Next thing I know, something gets liquid all over my shirt. I turn to the source. It's Billy. Of fucking course. "What the fuck, dude. I just got beer all over my new shirt." I say walking up to him and standing up straight. I was pretty short compared to the rest of the guys in Hawkins, standing at 5'4". Mom told me my growth must've stunted after I got a concussion at 9. I had to look up at the blonde.

"It's fine it washes off." Billy said before snickering. I scoff.

"You're such a douchebag. Go fuck yourself." I said. I turn to head to the kitchen when I hear him and the rest of the brainless basketball guys start laughing. I go into the kitchen to see Steve and Nancy. I pushed them out of the way and got a cup of punch. I knew it would be spiked. It's a high school party full of teenagers who think they are cool. I don't care. Maybe a lack of judgment is what I need. Alcohol infected brain like a smoker's heart to get rid of the daydreams and the anxiety. Maybe people would like me more.

"Woah, y/n, slow down. You're gonna get blackout drunk if you drink anymore." Steve said. I look at him with furrowed eyebrows before putting the cup down and leaving. I see Nancy also getting juiced up before Steve tries to calm her as well. I smile as I see some random people dancing and talking. I join in, dancing and talking as well. It was quite fun. They gave me some more drinks, so I downed them. This was so much fun.

As time went on I felt tired and sick. I made my way to the couch. I saw Billy also sitting down, he seems to still be talking to the ball nerds. I chuckle to myself. Ball nerds. I sat next to Billy. "Heyy, I know we got off on, like, the wrong foot but like, you're actually really cool." I say, looking at him. His eyes furrowed slightly, not expecting me to talk with him.

"Uh, okay? I've heard that a million times already." He said. I laughed slightly, leaning against his shoulder.

"But have you heard how you're eyes are such a good ocean blue and how you and your sister could be models. I mean," I touch his chest, "look at you. You're jacked, even better than Steve. But you also are like a massive asshole to people for no fucking reason." He pushed my hand away but left me leaning on him. "It's okay, that's how Steve was last year. Until my little brother went missing in this place called the upside-down and Steve was like, 'Nancy, don't leave me, I'm insanely hot and everyone loves me but secretly hates me.' and Nancy dumped his ass for my brother for a little bit, but then they got back together after the Demogorgon came over and beat the shit out of them." I spilled. I looked up at Billy. He seemed to be really confused.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Is this your first time being drunk or some shit?" Billy asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not socially awkward anymore so I guess my life got better after the alcohol. Oh did you know that when I went to the bathroom in homeroom, you came in and told me I was gay? Turns out, I was daydreaming. It's a mental illness I have. I got it all while Jonathan only got anxiety with me." I said, yawning. I looked at the door for a moment. I saw Jonathan rush out Nancy. "I guess Steve and Nance just broke up again, my brother gets only one bitch and that bitch is Nancy Wheeler. Fuck her for being in love with my brother and Steve at the same time." I move to lay on his lap. "I'mma just take nap here, 'kay?" I asked before passing out. Billy looked down at me. He sighed. He must've known that Jonathan was my ride here and now Jonathan is gone.

"Jesus Christ, y/n." He muttered. He didn't push me off. He kept me there. I stayed there until the party ended. I then was picked up by Billy, taken to his car, and buckled in. I shifted, groaning slightly. He didn't know where my house is unless he was stalking me, and mom would be home by now. He took me to his house. He seemed thankful when he looked out into the driveway, a sense of relief as he unbuckled me and got out. He went to my side and took me out, carrying me to his room. I woke up when I was plopped onto the bed.

"Fuck." I said, looking around with hazy eyes. I see a red-head peering into the room.

"Billy, why'd you bring someone back home? Y'know your dad will get mad." She said. She was pretty. Was it Billy's sister?

"Get out, Max." He said, going over to the door and closing it. He turned to me. "You, go back to sleep. I'll take you home tomorrow. I shouldn't have driven now." I listen and immediately went back to sleep. Billy laid down in the bed, facing away from me.

I woke up quickly the next day. I looked around the room, catching a glimpse of a garbage can. I hopped out of bed and grabbed the garbage, vomiting into it. God, that shit inside my system is so gross. I vomited straight into it. At this moment, I'm glad I got good aim when it came to this. My stomach hurt so bad. But then I realized, this was not my house. I leaned against the edge of the bed and held my head, as it started to hurt. Soon enough all the memories came back. I told Billy about Will, the Demogorgon, my dreams. Shit. I stood up and looked at the bed. Billy was still asleep. I laid back in bed. I felt terrible, there would be no way mom wouldn't notice that. Jonathan must've been responsible like he always was and didn't drink anything. He left the party early though.

"Finally you're up. I'll take you home when you stop having the urge to throw up." Billy said getting up. He walked out of his room and to his sisters, telling her to make some toast, 2 slices. I heard a groan and whine before walking to the kitchen. Billy came back in. "Max is getting you something to eat. To soak up the beer." He said. He started to put on some different clothes. Instinctively, I looked away. I know usually guys like him, they don't care if they change in front of other guys but it's for some reason weird for me to look at guys changing.

"Thanks. Um, I'm sorry for not making any fucking sense when I was talking to you. I get it if you were severely weirded out by me." I say. "Also, touching you like that. I'm not gay or anything and I really doubt you would be either so it was probably really weird." I rambled. I gotta work on rambling. Billy rolled his eyes. "Also, you could've left me at Tina's, I know how to get home from there." He stopped me from talking anymore by covering my mouth with his hand.

"Shut the fuck up. You are seriously almost as annoying as Max." He said. My heart was beating abnormally fast, especially if it were anxiety or fear. "I took you here because it would be an asshole move to leave you at a girl's house for her to take care of on top of clean up. Yeah, no." He removed his hand. "If you say another word I will kick you out and have your mom take care of you instead." I nodded.

"Billy here's your toast. Your dad's gonna be home soon so if you don't want to be called another slur, then you should get going." Max said, setting the plate down. She looked at me and gave me a dirtyish look before leaving. Billy scoffed, giving me the toast.

"Hurry up, I don't wanna babysit any longer." He said. I nod and began eating quickly.

~

After finishing, I was rushed out to Billy's car. It was really lovely. The seat was very comfortable. "Why do I have to leave so early?" I asked, looking at him.

"My dad is coming home soon." He responded. I looked a little confused. What would his dad have to do with anything? I didn't want to push any further as Billy did scare me a little bit and I didn't wanna get hurt. Not only that, I understand the daddy issues, I mean with Lonnie and all that. Lonnie is a fucking dick, calling Will a fag at such a young age. I yawned. He seemed to be relieved that I didn't push, his muscles relaxed and so did his eyebrows.

"You're really nice for driving me home," I said. "Thanks for not making me walk home like Steve would."

"Yeah, yeah. Does that Harrington guy give you trouble?" Billy asked.

"A little, only when Nancy decides she's too good for him and chooses my brother instead. Then he really hates me as if Nance would ditch him for me sometime. Nancy isn't even my type." I catch my breath. "Sorry, rambling. I need to fix that." I say giving a small smile.

"I can fix that for you," Billy said.

"And why would you do that for me?" I ask.

"Why not? Gives me a reason to overthrow King Steve." He said rolling his eyes, laughing slightly.

"You don't have to. I mean, the Byers are kind of known as the ones who are supposed to get bullied and not have that much confrontation. The most we've ever been through is my brother going missing for a while." I said. Billy looked at me. "Can you pinch me, or like punch me?" I asked. I was hoping I wasn't dreaming. I mean, it would make sense. There would be no way in hell that- "Ow! Okay, not dreaming. Thanks." I rubbed my shoulder where Billy hit.

"I didn't even hit you that hard. What are you, a pussy?" He asked.

"No, I just don't have enough muscle to protect me from that."

"Then why'd you ask to be hurt?"

"Because I daydream sometimes and that leads to the inability to know if I am in a dream or not."

"You mentioned that last night." My face burned slightly. I don't talk about my disorder and forgot I told him that. I was mostly worried about what he would say about the Demogorgon and him telling me I was gay, not just that I daydream.

"I said a lot of things that probably weren't true last night," I say. Finally, we get to my house. "Thanks, again, for driving me." I unbuckled. "See you at school. Unless you don't want to see me in that case I guess I won't. Say hi to your sister for me, she is really pretty. But not in an 'I'm attracted to her' kind of way, more of a 'She's really pretty and I love her hair' way." I say before leaving. I walked into the house before I could hear him say bye to me. I don't even know if he did. As soon as I walked in, mom ran up to me all frantic.

"Y/n, where have you been? I called Karen to see if you stayed over at her house and I called Tina's parents because Jonathan said you wanted to stay there last night. I was so worried you disappeared like Will." She said.

"Don't worry, I stayed over at a friend's house," I said.

"Which friend?" She asked.

"Billy Hargrove. He's new. Tina kicked me out because she couldn't let me stay so Billy picked me up and let me stay at his house." I say. I smiled at her to assure her I was fine.

"Okay. I'll find his parents in the phonebook." Mom responded. "Just, call me next time. I just want to make sure you're safe."

"I know mom. I'm sorry. I'm gonna take a shower." I walk to the bathroom and lock it. I sat against the door. I was so worried about what I said last night to Billy. What if he tells the whole school about me? Like I'm weird, which they basically already knew about since I'm the brother of the zombie boy and the stalker. Or what if he took what I said about my dream the wrong way and thinks I'm gay so he tells the school? Not there's anything wrong with being gay. Robin's gay. But I'm not. At least I don't think so. I mean, why would I be? I liked girls. Like, Joan Jett. And at one point I thought I liked Nancy. I mean, her sense of style is out of this world. Immaculate even. I don't like guys that way. I think. Maybe there was a spark at one point when I first saw Steve. But that was just admiration. I think so at least. Then Billy. Billy is the reason I'm acting this way. I've never had anyone come to me in a dream like that to tell me I'm gay. There was a knock on the door.

"Y/n, I need to pee, you've been in there for an hour," Jonathan said. I got up and washed my hands. They were sweaty and had crescent-shaped indents in them. I need to cut my nails before they start to cut through my skin. I open the door and see Jonathan as expected but also mom.

"What?" I asked.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Mom asked, pulling me aside so Jonathan could use the restroom.

"Nothing. Why would something be wrong?" I ask, putting on a smile.

"You know that whenever you go into the bathroom for a while something is bothering you. The last time was because you thought you were overweight and the time before that is because you wanted to look like Nancy Wheeler. What's wrong this time?" Mom said.

"It doesn't matter. Just school stuff. I just don't think I'm gonna pass a test in a few days. It's in math so it's just really confusing, y'know." I say. I walk to my room and lay on the bed. Jonathan and I have been sharing a room since there isn't enough for all of us to have separate rooms. It didn't bother us. We shared a room for 9 months before we were born. We shared on as babies and then now. We have separate beds and a curtain separating half the room since I got uncomfortable changing in front of Jonathan when I was 9. Luckily we haven't used it in a while since during the summer Jonathan is always working and I only do afternoon shifts. Then during school, he gets up early to wake up Will and get breakfast ready. I think back again, seeing Billy was nice. Like the way he was talking. He was, I don't know, gentle. Not like a douchebag. Which was very different than in the parking lot and at the beginning of the party. Maybe it was because it was morning. But he wasn't that kind to his sister. Why was he nice to me? Maybe we are friends now. Or at least acquaintances. I should get him something, to say thank you. Show appreciation, maybe get him to be my friend so my family could handle a little less bullying and have significantly less trauma than we would if we got bullied and had monsters from a fucking game. I get up and grab Jonathans keys off his bed. "Jonathan! I need you to drive me to the store!" I yell.

#oh fuck i’m gay #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x male reader #fanfic #stranger things

[everythingateez]

ATEEZ as your boyfriend: Wooyoung

How you met (cw: drinking, drunk, disguise, unsafe desicions, mentions of kidnapping, jokbal)

It was your first day as an exchange student in Seoul, South Korea at Ewha Womens University. It was your parents idea for you to study here, not yours, and so they shipped you off.

You had just finished packing out all your stuff in your dorm room, and you were heading out for a late lunch. After a long travel, all you wanted was a warm meal and to go home and take a nap. You sat down at a small, but cozy restaurant, and order some jokbal and rice. The only other people at the restaurant was a group of 8 boys. You didn't mind them, and instead just played games on your phone untill your food arrived. The meal looked delicious, and you started digging in.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked over your right should, but no one was there. Confused, you looked the other way, and there stood a charismatic boy. He said something, but you couldn't hear him because of your headphones.

"Excuse me?" you said.

With a cheeky smile, he leaned down on your table, towering over you sitting down.

"Are you here alone?" he said, spinning a lollipop in his mouth.

"Yes?" you said again, just as confused as before.

The mysterious man looked back and gave the now group of 7 boys a little nod, before looking back on you. 

"Is the seat free?" he said, gesturing with his head to the seat opposite you.

You nodded, and only a second after he was sat down. He grabbed a piece of your jokbal and popped it in his mouth, before talking again.

"Me and my bros noticed you sitting here all alone, and thought you needed some company. I drew the short straw, unfortunately."

His smirk told you he was teasing you, and you surprisingly liked it a little, even though he is a completed stranger.

"And what if I wanted to be alone?" you challenge him.

"Well, then you should have told me the seat was occupied. Besides, you are stuck with me now. What's your name?" he said, leaning back with his hands behind his head.

"It's y/n. Am I allowed to know yours aswell, seeing as I am stuck with you and everything?" you said, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but you can get my number, and learn next time we see each other." he said, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a note with his number scribbled on. You grab it, before he stands back up and pops the lollipop back into his mouth.

"See ya y/n." he said, before walking off. It's only then you realise the other 7 boys had also left the restaurant, and it's only you alone.

After the restaurant, you had taken a fat nap, and when you woke up the next day, the incident with the mysterious and confident man had left your mind.

For the next days you kept shopping all the items you needed, and signed up for all your classes. It was only the next friday, when you found the note he gave you in the bottom of your purse, you remember him. You were gonna throw ut away, but you thought fuck it, I don't have any plans this weekend anyways, and you called him instead. You decided to meet at a nearby soju bar hidden away in a alleyway. 'Oh well' you thought to yourself, 'let's do it for the plot.'

You stood outside the soju bar, nervous. It was in such a weird and obscure alleyway, you were 50% convinced you were gonna get kidnapped. Then you saw the mystery man walking towards you, wearing a beanie, face mask and big hoodie. You gave him a wave, and he pulled his mask down to his chin.

"Y/n! I thought you'd forgotten about me." He was about to enter the bar, but you put your hand on his chest to stop him.

"Nu-uh! I'm not stepping foot into this establishment before you tell me your name." A chuckled left the man, before he put his arm around your shoulder.

"I'm Wooyoung." he said cheekly, before walking into the bar together.

You two got really drunk that night. Wooyoung kept ordering everything you were looking at after learning this was your first time in Korea. He was a lightweight, and you easily drank double what he did, which really impressed him. He payed for it all, and promised to call you up.

Dating (cw: fighting, screaming, mentions if kidnapping, kiss, secret relationship, secrets, womens only university, sneaking in)

Your second date was a picnic, which Wooyoung insisted you had far, far into the forest where no one else ever went. The third date was a midnight drive in the country side where no other cars were driving. You found it strange he went out of his way for you two not to be seen together, and you initally thought he was ashamed of you.

After dropping you off at your dorm after your forth date, he grabbed your upper arm after you had said your initial goodbyes.

"Huh? What's up? Is anything wr-" you started saying turning around, before he put his hand over your mouth and dragged you closed with a hand on your back, muffling the end of the sentance. 'This is it,' you thought 'this is when I get kidnapped.' You didn't have time to react, before he removed his hand from your mouth and kissed you. Happy you weren't getting kidnapped, you kissed him back, sharing your first kiss.

After two months of dating, Wooyoung was hanging out in your dorm. He had snuck into the building, since it was a women's only university. He was just using the shower when notifications started blowing up his phone. You are not typically that person, but you were worried, so you started reading the messages. They were all from the other 7 boys from the inital restaurant day, as you have learned of Wooyoung's buddies since then. The group chat was called "ATEEZ", whatever that means, and the messages was confusing. They were freaking out over a music video shoot delay due to injuries, and the promotions would have to be postponed. Music video? Promotions? This made no sense to you.

When Wooyoung exited the shower, you were stood there with his phone in your hand. You had done alot of snooping since.

"Explain." you said plainly.

"y/n.." Wooyoung started.

"Don't y/n me! Explain to me how a double ganger of you are in a super famous boy group called ATEEZ and you never told me!" you screamed.

That was your first fight. Wooyoung had wanted you to fall for him, and not his fame, and that's why he kept the secret. After that, he promised you to always tell you the truth.

The Relationship

- The ATEEZ boys became like brothers for you, when you started hanging out with them and Wooyoung together.

- Wooyoung is a cheeky and naughty boy, and he would play pranks on you all the time.

- He would always take you to remote and quiet places for dates, to avoid the publics eye. You liked it anywas, because it gave you more privacy.

- He likes spending money on you, and would take you on expensive shopping trips, just cause he can.

- He insist on rubbing sunscreen on you every day, even if you don't really need it.

- Whenever you stay at each other's dorms, he insists on making you his "specialty woowoo coffee". It tastes disgusting, but you don't have the heart to tell him that, so you drink it really fast, making him believe you love it.

- He loves collecting stones he sees while touring, so he can give them to you

- Send you updates on snapchat when he's busy with promitions, and he always uses a silly filter

- Loves taking care of your feet, and will massage them, smoother them with shea butter, cut the nails and give you pedicures

- Calls you princess, sugar drop and woo's babygirl

- Insists on showering with you ever time

- Will not do any public PDA in fear of dating rumours, not because he cares about his own reputation, but because he don't want you to be cancelled and hated on

- Brings an umbrella to all dates, so you dont get wet from rain and dont get sun burned

- Will wash you clothes if you leave them at his dorm for the price that you are not allowed to bring them back home

- "these are woowoo priced posessions now y/n"

- Loves scaring you, and will place cameras recording every time he does

- Always keeps an Aloe Vera plant in his room, in case you get sunburnt

- Let's you come and sit in the dance room during comeback preperations, so you can spend more time together

- After 6 months of dating, you guys finally get down dirty

- The next time you meet him after, he has got you matching promise rings

- Makes spotify playlists and send you when he is abroad with ATEEZ

- When he goes out drinking with the boys, he always brings back a keychain he won at the arcade for you drunk.

- He tried to get you a job at KQ so you would stay together at all times, but you had to remind him you are here as a student

- He is clingy, cute, and will pull out his aegyo when it's only you two

- Very considerate of your feelings, and he never kept a secret again! He even told you things that were maybe a bit too honest, like the time he called your dolphin shirt ugly.

NSFW (cw: sex, roleplay, male!succubus, sub/dom, beast, involentary abstinence, licking, shower fucks, sex toys, dildo in pussy)

- It took 6 months for him to fuck you because right after you figured out he was an ATEEZ member, he left for tour abroad. He didn't wanna fuck you before, as he felt he wasn't giving you 100% the truth. When he came back, there was always something going wrong. When he finally got to claim you as his, it was paradise.

- He needs you to be submissive and take it as the good girl you are

- Male!succubus roleplay

- He loves licking all your crevices, there is no areas off limits.

- Banana flavoured condoms are a must!

- He lets out his inner beast if you try to take control, he wants you to stay as his pillow princess forever

- He growls uncontrollably when he cums, you guys get voice complaints from the other ATEEZ members regularly

- After he's fucked you good, he prefers that you don't take a shower for a day or two, so he can keep your sweet freshly- fucked aromas around him for as long as possible

- After meeting you, he's bought a collection of toys that he keeps in a shoe box under his bed. To make your sessions last longer, he will switch between toy action and his cock, teasing and edging you for as long as possible. He loves it when you begs and whimpers for him.

#ateez smut #ateez #ateez wooyoung #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #wooyoung #wooyoung x you #wooyoung x y/n #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut #wooyoung fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #wooyoung scenarios #ateez x y/n #ateez x you #ateez boyfriend #wooyoung boyfriend #ateezedit #ateez wooyong smut #wooyoung x atiny #atiny #ateez imagine #ateez angst #ateez imagines #ateez au #ateez gifs #admin y

[giadavazquez1963]

"lost in the 80s" - my metallica dr-based fanfiction!!

chapter one: hungover at the beach 

I woke up to the sound of my roommate (who’s simultaneously my ex-boyfriend and best friend), Dave, throwing my bedroom door open, yapping about how it’s time for me to wake up. It’s 9am on a Friday, band rehearsal is on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, and it’s never this early, so why the fuck is he waking me up now? Naturally, instead of getting up, I pulled my covers over my head, avoiding the light that was making my head pound so hard that I felt like a vampire with light sensitivity issues. I was incredibly hungover from the night before, we spent all night drinking and partying, celebrating our album coming out soon, finally finishing another song after weeks cramped in that tiny studio going over the same riffs. I’ve never been much of a partier or a drinker like the others, but it was Lars that convinced me to “loosen up and have a drink,” and he can be oddly convincing so I joined; turns out I am in fact a lightweight and I’m facing the consequences. I spent the night avoiding the crowd while Jasmine and Lars kept pulling me back into the crowd while I was getting called a “poser” by some random guy because my favorite band is Eagles and not some underground, guttural thrash metal band, and arguing with James. Pretty much everything else was a blur. 

The sound of continuous car horns honking outside and Dave non-stop yelling “Wake up, wake up, waaaakkkeeeee uuuuuuppppp!!” finally got my ass out of bed. I stumble into the living room to see two packed tote bags on the counter, and James leaning against the same counter fidgeting with his rings. 

“What are you doing here?” I say with a scratchy morning voice and already an attitude brewing at the quick sight of him.

“Waiting for you?” He said, scoffing. “We were supposed to leave 20 minutes ago, Giana.”

I pause, a confused face starting to form while I just stare blankly at James and wait for him to tell me what’s going on. He lets out a sigh and says “We’re all going to the beach? It was your idea, said something about shark spotting or shark swimming.” Then it clicked!! There’s a place on the beach by a secluded cliff where you can see and swim with nurse and leopard sharks, so of course, my face lit up almost in a second as I giggled and ran to my room to get ready as fast as possible. I could hear James’ footsteps getting closer to my room as I tried to do my skincare, hair, and get my shit together so we could just go. “Someone’s excited,” he said with a slight smile. I try so hard to be nice to him but everything he says just makes me want to blow my brains out.

“Get out of my room.”

“I’m not in your room?” He was leaning against my dresser? So, yes, he was?

“I have to get changed, get OUT.” He stood there with a smug smile on his stupid face. “What do you want? You’re not allowed to borrow shirts anymore after you stained my Scorpions shirt.”

“I don’t wanna borrow shit, can’t I just stand here?” He wanted something, I just couldn’t figure it out. 

“Is your life goal to annoy me?” 

“Oh, of course it is, Giana. And I'm never gonna stop.” God, that fucking man makes me want to bash his guitar right over her head. Sorry. 

“Alriiiight, I’ll just change in my bathroom since you wanna be a fucking creep,” I said while making my way over to my bathroom, I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull as I closed the door. Like, 5 minutes went by and I was finishing up putting my bathing suit on, some short-sleeved compressed bathing suit top and bikini bottoms, and I could hear James fidgeting around with shit in my room. I opened the door and saw him trying on my rings? 

“Can you put them down and stop invading my privacy more than normal?” 

“What are you talking about, Giana? You said I could try your stuff on, do you not remember?” I think he’s sarcastically gaslighting me?

“Okay, shut up and get out now,” I grabbed his shirt collar and started to pull him out of my room. He turned around and latched himself in between my door frame, and  with a big grin on his face, he said “Giana, if you wanted an excuse to get your hands on me, you could’ve just said so. You know I wouldn't say no, pretty girl.” 

“Will you say no if I ask you to shut up or die?”

“Fuck off,” he said while rolling his eyes and walking away, finally. I finished getting ready shortly after and walked into the living room, the tote bags were gone and so were James and Dave; I swear I thought they ditched me til I heard a car horn and Tori yelling “Giana!! Hurry up, we’re losing daylight!!” I rushed downstairs and out to the car, and to my surprise was James leaning on the drivers’ side of my car. I walked over and nudged him, kind of a subtle hint for him to move it.

“Quit it, Gia, I’m driving.” He said, annoyed. 

“Like fuck you are, get off my car, Hetfield.” There’s no way he’s driving my car?? He roughly but not painfully grabbed my arm and said “Like fuck I am. Tori doesn’t trust you driving with someone else in the car at more than 55 miles an hour, especially me, so you’re stuck in the passenger seat, puerquito.” Ever since Jasmine and I met, he’s picked up on some Spanish from eavesdropping on us, and ever since he found out that puerquito means “little pig” in Spanish, he’s been calling me it for months because apparently, I make a mess and defile everywhere I go like a pig. How sweet. 

“Dear God, there’s no way you’re dri-”

“Save it because I am,” he said with the biiiiigest and most obnoxious smile on his face. 

“Do I at least get to pick the music?” I said, hoping I would since I’m not trusted in my own car. 

“Yeah, ‘course. I brought your guitar if you wanna play along too, even if you suck.”

“Okay, asshole, I do not suck?”

“Right, right, I forgot, you swallow.” Face went blank, no one laughed, and I swear I hate him more every second. Before I could respond, Tori yelled at us both to get in the car so we could finally leave. And if I forgot to mention, James is by far the most insufferable person in a car, and even more so when he’s the one driving. He pretends to not pay attention to freak me out, he messes with the stereo, he sometimes misses the exit, he’s just all-around someone you don’t want to be stuck in a car with for more than 10 minutes. And this place was an hour and a half away.

Roughly 30 minutes into the ride there, I’d conned him into listening to Hotel California by Eagles at least 5 times, specifically the cassette that my dad had made for me by using his old tape recorder so I could hear them play live since I wasn’t old enough to go. James tried to weasel his way into changing the tapes but all of my cassettes are stored under the passenger seat for safety when I lock the car at night. “Giana, I’d be on my hands and knees begging for you to change the song if I weren’t fucking driving right now. Just. Change. The. Tape.” I loved being able to aggravate him with no way for him to do anything, he does it all the time so why can’t I?

“Mmmmmm, wonderful offer honestly, but you didn’t even say please?” I playfully taunted him. He tilted his head at me while rolling his eyes, “Change the song, Gia. Please? I can’t take it anymore, both you and the song are giving me a headache, so would you be so kind as to change the song?” He smiled softly before letting out a sigh. 

“Since you asked so kindly, of course I can, James,” I flashed him a smile and went to change the tape, which was unknowingly to him, another Eagles tape.

“Thank you so so much, sweet girl.” Trying not to giggle. “You know how seriously I hate that-” before he could finish, Nightingale by Eagles began playing loudly and I started headbanging softly as soon as it started. “Oh, coooomeeee oooonnn. As if their music isn’t bad enough, you have to go and headbang to it?” 

“You’ll get over it,” I smiled and sang along to the lyrics. 

Finally, after what felt like ten million years, we made it to the spot. Everyone got there before us and since the cliff was a little more hidden, no one was there but us. Tori was rubbing sunscreen over Lars’ already red back, Jasmine was laying her towel down, Grace was off to the side setting up the stereo, Dave was sitting on the edge of the cliff and unaware that Cliff was about to kick him off in a millisecond (it’s not too high up, he’ll hopefully be fine…), and James sat our bags down under some shade of the tree hovering over this secluded little spot. I gave Grace my cassettes and I went back over to quickly get my shoes and cover-up off. Just as I finished taking off my shirt, I turned around and James slammed right into me, his chin hitting my forehead; since I was close to the side-edge of the cliff, I would’ve fallen had he not grabbed my waist and pulled me away. He had a slight look of concern on his face, one hand around my waist, the other moving my bangs out of the way to see if there was a mark. It was all very… much. But a good much. “Shit, you’re bleeding a little. Does it hurt badly?”

“No, no, I’m fine, James-” he touched it and it stung, so as a human reaction, I winced. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he said while giggling a little. Tori, Jasmine, and Lars were all very obviously staring while James used his thumb to wipe off the blood, everyone else was just minding their own (which is what they should’ve been doing as well, those invasive little shits.). “What? What’s wrong?” He turned to look at what was making me hold back laughter, and saw them staring shamelessly. 

“Get a room, you gross gremlins,” Tori said, making Jasmine and Lars burst out laughing. 

“Oh, come on, guys. I was just trying to be-” 

“Save it, twink!” Jasmine said in instant rebuttal to James” attempt at defending his relatively flirty actions. 

We all laughed it off (except James) and moved on with our exciting day. After a few minutes, I went over to the edge of the cliff after everyone jumped off; Lars grabbed Tori and they dove in together, Dave failed an attempt at a cannonball, Cliff had to quietly convince Grace to join in since she was invested in a Vogue magazine and had her walkman on full blast, Jasmine did a run and jump, and all that was left was me and James. “You gonna go or you just gonna stand there and be a pussy?” James asked, teasingly.

“Ha ha,” I laughed sarcastically. “For your information, I’ve never cliff-dived before, so my bad if I’m a little nervous.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up and just go before I push you in.”

“Do not.”

“Then go.” I was debating whether I should let him or not since it would take me another 10 minutes of convincing to jump off a 30 foot cliff. It was a little laughable that this was my idea, but in my solid defense, I didn’t know it was this high. “Taking so much time to make a little jump off a little cliff, Miss Vázquez. Need my help?” He sarcastically asked while staring at me.

“No, no, I can d-”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, took too long to answer, so you’re coming with me,” and my life flashed before my eyes as he wrapped his arms fully around me with full force and dove off the cliff with me. It’s easy and obvious to say that day was not quiet like I was anticipating, but in fact full of him getting on my nerves and not letting me have a moment of serenity. I fell asleep on the ride home while “Peaceful, Easy Feeling” by Eagles played quietly in the back.

working on the next chapter :)

#metallica #james hetfield #cliff burton #kirk hammett #dave mustaine #lars ulrich #80s #fan fiction #metallica fan fic #reality shifter

[barrenclan]

I can't remember if I've sent this before, so sorry if i did, but for a song suggestion, muck and mire by brown bird as a general song for the old leaders dealing w their dying clans n stuff

MUSIC SUGGESTION BIG POST PT. 1:

Over the past few months I have gotten a lot of song suggestions that I haven't answered, and as I suspect I've been shadowbanned by Tumblr for posting too many asks (or some other esoteric reason; I'm working on it), I'm gonna answer them all in one fell swoop. So if you've suggested a song, it's prolly gonna be in here.

A folksy song like this does sound like it would be for a story set in the countryside of the Great Plains, so that works well. And it being about the old Clans and leaders is an interesting one, nice call.

"I must drag my body through the muck and mire/ Gather branches for its funeral pyre/ Twigs I would rather twist into nests/ Or whittle wooden wings and fly"

"I'd call on my lord but he can't help me now"

I agree, this is a good song for that last issue. Pinepaw wondering why he ever looked up to Cootstorm as a mentor, and Blacknose's view of her being tarnished as well.

"With a sorrow in our hearts we can play And I look up to you When we hear different sounds that the heartless do Wakeful at night looking everywhere for You Why do I look up to you?"

Aw, this is that Shadowsight AMV song! I love that video. Yeah, this fits Hush Puppy well, poor lady.

"I’m unprepared And so unrelaxed But he calms me down I’m thankful for that"

You're right, it does have uneasy vibes as a song, very PATFW core. I like these lyrics in particular lining up with the two generations we have in the story.

"First we were babies, we're birthing and dying Then we were children, we're playing and crying And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing"

I can basically staple the entirety of the Crane Wives discography to Slugpelt's forehead.

"If you woke and I was gone From the house that we made our home Would it bend you, break you, overtake your heart Like it did my own?" <- That is literally so accurate

"The only peace I have ever known Is the peace I made with you I won't move, but I can't stay here"

"I try to keep it in my head The need to leave this empty bed And be nobody instead"

#ask #music #slugpelt #cootstorm #hush puppy #i accidentally deleted this entire post the first time i wrote it so appreciate it </3

[oddballwriter]

May I get a Chai x Reader fic where the reader is chai's best friend?

Still Have Time for Me

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Summary: Chai comes back and shows off all that he's done to his best friend and has them meet is new friends and talk about all the cool heroic stuff he's done. But as it turns out, it might not all just be a person showing off to their best friend.  

Warnings: Major Hi Fi Rush spoilers right at the beginning so skip if you have't already beaten the game. CNMN calling Chai the fuck out and Chai being a big idiot (/lh /affectionate). Band turns out to have been spying on Chai and reader at the end.

Author’s Snip: Chai my beloved 

Notes: I didn't proof read this 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Seeing Chai come back from what was meant to be him getting a new robotic arm and maybe attending the famous Mimosa's ArmStrong Party to suddenly having to take down the entire corporation of Vandelay and their conspiracy to mind control people into consuming their products with some people he made friends AND becoming the new Vandelay Corporation's ambassador within the span of a day and a half wasn't what you were expecting to hear once he got home.

You literally woke up that morning having realized that Chai didn't send to a message telling you that he was home, a tradition you two had together, but you shrugged it off on the idea that Chai was exhausted from having rocked out hard at the party. That did seem like something he'd do. But then when you turned on the TV to hear some morning news you almost choked on your breakfast seeing your one and only best friend on TV right next to Roxanne Vandelay herself. When you called him and asked why he was on TV and what happened he nervously laughed and said "I'll have to go and explain it all to ya'.".

He soon came with his whole crew to your doorstep. Chai explained everything, with some additions and clear-ups from those you now know as Peppermint, Macaron, Korsica, and CNMN. Oh, and you met 808 too.

When you heard what Chai got himself into that day you wanted to choke him for being stupid and trying to fight a conglomerate super power almost by himself. But instead you just gave him a big hug and said that you were glad that he was okay and did something so good and brave. After all, you've been close friends for so long that you don't think you can ever actually be mad at Chai.

A few days later Chai took you to the Vandelay campus to show you around and see all the work he and everyone were now putting in for the new and improved Vandelay, the band's super neat hideout, now headquarters, and even all the spots where Chai bragged about the totally wicked tricks he did while running and kicking robot butt. The latter making you giggle about how only Chai would brag about doing such bold actions.

Unfortunately, Chai had to take a break from giving you the grand tour for some actual Vandelay business as part of being the ambassador, but he assured you that once business was done he'd get right back to it. Luckily, that gave you the time to meet Chai's new friends who seemed interested to meet you too.

"So," Peppermint said, "You and Chai are best buddies, huh?". You nodded, "We've known each other since we were both pretty young." you mention, "Can't recall a day I didn't have Chai around." you added. "My condolences." Korsica piped up as she passed by. "And here I thought we were Chai's only friends." Peppermint partially joked. "Well, I was the only person as close to him as you guys are now before he met you all." you reply, "I am pretty glad though. You guys are so cool. No wonder he likes you." you praise. "I am a bit sad that I'm gonna have to share Chai with you all." you joke.

"Share? Oh, no no no. Chai's all yours." Peppermint commented, "I'm sure he's all yours already." she added giving you some type of look. You raised your eyebrow, confused by what that meant. "Excuse me?" you asked.

"I believe Miss Peppermint is hinting at the fact that Mister Chai has romantic feelings for you." the robot CNMN chimed in bluntly and out of the blue. You whipped you head around towards them as soon as you heard that, missing Peppermint silently signaling him to shut it. "What?!" you sputtered out. "No! No, CNMN! You've got it all wrong! Chai's my best friend. There's no way he'd have feelings for me." you explained with your face a bright beet red face from such an idea.

" I do not think that I am, (Y/N)." CNMN disagreed. "I'm very keen on detecting a wide range of emotions and behaviors. And it seems to me that Mister Chai has been displaying behaviors that indicate that he feels very strong romantic feeling for you. Though it appears that you are not aware of such things since you have been around Mister Chai for so long that you see them as regular behaviors." they continued. "CNMN. Stop." Peppermint demands in a whisper, trying to have you not hear it. "No! Don't stop, CNMN! Explain it to me how you know. Please." you object.

"Well. When we went to your home so that he could explain the events that took place and hugged him claiming that you were relieved and happy that he came out of the situation over all unharmed and that what he did was great bravery, his turned red and vitals went up. Similar to when Miss Peppermint receives a compliment from Miss Korsica." CNMN claimed before Peppermint interjected with another call of his name. "My apologizes. I am getting sidetracked." the robot remarked. "Any how. I also observed that Chai was taking it upon himself to talk about actions he took in order to receive a praise or positive comment from you. What seems to be him desiring to impress you, which is a behavior that some people act in to charm someone they have feeling for." they stated. "Oh, and he stands closely next to you at all times and occasionally stares at you for prolonged times." They also added.

Almost similar to the day that was mentioned earlier in CNMN's statements, you stood there gobsmacked at what you just heard. All of what they said did just sound like Chai being Chai. But were you actually just used to seeing those behaviors in that light and missing the bigger picture that implied that Chai had feeling for you for who knows how long.

"I..." you managed to get out, "I don't know what to say.". "Have I just missed the signs this entire time?" you ask yourself out loud.

"Do you not reciprocate these same feelings, (Y/N)?" CNMN asked, still in that blunt manner.

"What? No! Of course not!" you blurted out. "You do not reciprocate Mister Chai's feeling?" CNMN asked tilting their head. "No! That's not what I mean- I-" you blurted out again without thinking. "I mean- I-" you try to clarify. "CNMN. I think (Y/N) needs to take a moment to sit down and think about the information you just gave them." Peppermint interjects as they grab a hold of your shoulders and guide you to the couch in the hide out. "I believe you're right. I am deeply sorry for distressing you with such sudden knowledge, (Y/N)." CNMN replied.

Once you were sat down Peppermint patted your shoulder and gave you an apologetic look for being what was a snowball that made an avalanche and Macaron, who had slightly over heard the whole thing made you some tea and water to help you calm down from the shock.

You spent a good while on that couch digesting, pondering, and thinking about it all. You guess that a part of you did always feel that way about Chai too. Maybe it was hiding just behind your mind waiting for an ah-ha kind of moment to let itself be known. Did Chai know that he felt that way towards you? I mean, it's worth asking since you knew Chai wasn't the brightest lightbulb in the lamp. But wow, was that bright and loud personality that made up for his smarts something you figured you always found charming. But to think that Chai's been making goo goo eyes at you this whole time.

You hardly noticed how much time passed as you thought on and on about all these new heads you've come to. By then, you drank all the water and tea offered to you, got comfy on the couch, and Chai was had come back to come and get you.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, (Y/N)." Chai announced. "But I see the band's taken care of you and you've gotten comfy while I was gone." he added as he gave nods to them all, completely oblivious to what has gone on since he left you here with them. "Oh yeah. They made great conversation with me." you claim as you get up off the couch and walk towards him. "Well, I'm sorry to interrupt your relaxation time, but we still get some stuff to see." Chai playfully remarked. "After you." he said gesturing towards the rest of the way.

Chai continued his actions from before. Showing you the sights, scenes, and "Vandelay history that's so going in the books". And as you listened, you watched for all the things that CNMN brought up. And you saw them. The dramatic retelling of his daring tricks, the playing out of how he fought, and the occasional pause to wait for you to laugh at his antics or sing him a type of praise. You saw them all.

The tour came to an end in the little center area outside in the campus. You know that Chai wasn't thinking about or planning anything, but you couldn't help but think of those cliché moments where a school boy would confess to their crush with the fact that the two of you were alone together.

"So. You made it pretty big, huh, Chai?" you comment. "Now you're able to be the rockstar you always wanted to be. Plus some new pals." you mention. "Yeah. I sure do." he agrees. "But don't worry. Between me and you. They could never replace the person who's been there since it was all just a daydream." Chai says as he looks over at you. "Jeez, thanks. I knew you'd get there somehow." you said. as you take a hold of his hands almost subconsciously. " I mean, you're Chai. You're too special to ignore." you clarify.

As you hold onto his hands, you feel the beat from the music in his chest from his robot arm. It feels weirdly nice. You'd felt it before since he got back and would make contact with you. But it felt, different. Somehow... intimate. You hadn't noticed that you looked away from him but when you did look back at him you saw that head over heels look on his face with the rosy blushing cheeks. He seemed like he wanted to say something but for once the words are caught in his throat.

"Chai." you speak. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Do you think that now that you're a rockstar ambassador you'll still have time for me?" you questioned. Chai nods, still with that look on his face. "Why?" you ask, more so because you think he might just say what you now want to hear.

"Because..." he mutters.

"Because I'm in limbs with you." he says.

"What?" you ask, confused. "What?" Chai mimics, seemingly heard himself. "What?" you both hear from the hidden 808 orb, which undoubtedly had equally confused friends on the other side.

"Mister Chai, I do believe you were meant to say you are in love with them." CNMN corrected before Korsica's voice came on. "Oi! Just kiss already you idiots!".

Without much left to do, you shrug and pull him down by his scarf and plant a kiss on his lips. You feel Chai fail to process for a moment before going in too on the kiss. And maybe even doing that stupid thing where some lifts their foot up.

#hi fi rush #hi fi rush x reader #hi fi rush chai #hi fi rush chai x reader #friends to lovers

[ijustlovewriting]

Steve and Eddie slept over because they wanted to spend more time with me after i broke up with my boyfriend. They are so cute, right? Yes they are. But they would be more cuter if they would shut the fuck up because it's 7 am in the morning and I want to sleep but they are listening to random songs at 100 volume and even singing.

-GUYS PLEASE SHUT UP FOR GOD'S SAKE-i screamed into my pillow.

-You said something, darling?-Eddie came in the room

-Oh the sleepyhead finally woke up- Steve came in

-Yeah, i wonder why did i wake up- I rolled my eyes

-Okay so today's plan is we're going to school, and then- Eddie said

-Man!- Steve looked at him

-What?- He asked.

Steve pointed at me.

-What, Steve what?- I looked at him curiously.

-We are not going to school today.- He said

-Why not?- Eddie asked.

-We're gonna spend time with Y/n, They just broke up with their boyfriend.- The truant replied

-Look Steve i know you want to make me feel better, but i have to go to school because i didn't go yesterday and my parents gonna kill me if they find out that I'm skipping school.- I said

-Oh and also before you could find any excuses, I have a really important exam today, and Eddie's gonna have a fucking practice thing with his band and i already promised him that im gonna be there.Oh and you'll be there too. So no excuses. Get your ass ready and you're coming to school with us.-

-But- Steve said

-No but, get your stuff together and we're going. Now.- i looked at him.

-I literally had a proud brother moment and i'm not even your brother.- Eddie said smiling.

-Good to hear. And same goes for you, Eddie. It's literally June, yesterday was the last time we skipped school. No more in this year.-

-Yes, ma'am!- They both said and stood like a soldier

-Thank god you guys played that fucking irritating song because i would've not wake up and i could've not go to school.- I said while i was packing my stuff.

-Also i need to do my makeup real quick.- I said

-Hurry up Y/n please- Steve said

I started doing my makeup.

-Y/n! Remember. You don't need makeup.- Eddie stood right next to me so did Steve

-Aww- I said. I blushed a little, not gonna lie.

-You need plastic surgery.- Steve looked at me smiling and both of the boys started laughing

I slapped Steve and i walked outside.

they both got ready so they came outside to get in the car.

Steve saw me smoking cigarettes. 

-Nah, Y/n i told you at least ten thousand times, you're not allowed to smoke cigarettes.-

-Okay MOM- I rolled my eyes, while i was still smoking.

-Soo, instead of letting this beautiful piece of cigarette burn down, you should- He grabbed it -Give it to me, Little girl.-

-Did you realised that I'm not a little kid?- i said nervously.

-Okay child- Steve smiled and messed up my hair.

-Anyways- I heard the other idiot boy talking

-Who's driving today?-Eddie asked

-Me!- I was jumping in my excitement

-nope you won't- Steve looked at me

Eddie grabbed Steve's shoulder. -Hey man. Let them drive. You know that y/n is good at everything.- they looked at each other. -infact, as more you let them, as more they will give you their homework- He whispered to Steve.

-Infact, just because im like 35 cm shorter than you guys, it doesn't mean that i can't hear you. And just because you guys let me drive, i won't give you my homework- I rolled my eyes as i got in the car.

We arrived, of course late as always. Nothing interesting happened. (until lunch).

-Oh my god, look. Y/n with the freaks...- I heard the popular girl.

-What a bitch.- I laughed

-What did you just say?- She turned around.

-What? Can't you hear clearly? Did you get dick in your ears, or what happened miss girl?- I looked at her.

-Y/n come, keep walking- Eddie said.

-No, Eddie i'm not going anywhere.-

-Y/n! He's right. You're gonna get in trouble! Come.- Steve said as they were pulling me back.

-Steve no! Every fucking day, when i walk in the hallway, this bitch always has something to say. Now im curious, what does she wants from me? So go on FREAK- i looked at her and walked closer -Tell me. What do you want from me?!- i could see her eyes getting teary.

-See? That's what I'm talking about. You are too afraid. You can't even move. You can't even talk. Who do you think you are?- I laughed. I turned my back, to walk away but then i heard her chuckle.

-They probably fuck you every day, that's why you're so close with them.- She said

I didn't even hesitate, as i turned back, i hit her in the face so hard, that she passed out.

-HOLY SHIT Y/N!- Steve said.

-I'm too stunned to speak right now.-Eddie was standing there with opened mouth.

-Come on guys. There is no reason to stay here.- I walked out 

-Where are you going Y/n?-Steve asked

-Home- 

They both ran after me

-But didn't you say that you won't skip school anymore.- Eddie asked.

-Fuck the rules-

-But your parents gonna kill you, Y/n!- Steve said. He sounded so worried

-And?- I looked at him.

-And you're gonna get grounded.- Eddie said

-I honestly don't give a fuck. Like, okay then ground me. I'm gonna sneak out anyways. And then what are they gonna do? I'm gonna get grounded again?- I chuckled.

-You're so damn right!- Eddie said proudly.

-I mean you're right.- Steve agreed.

-We should go home and watch something.- I said while a pulled out one cigarette out of my pocket.

-Y/n. What did i say?- Steve looked at me. He looked so mad, that i couldn't hold back my laughter. - No more cigarette! Understood?- He said.

-Damn mom.- Eddie looked at him. -Sorry i had to- He looked away as if nothing happened.

-Okay mommy steve, then i'm gonna tell you again. You are not my mother, not my father, not my... Okay you're my brother but not my brother because i have no siblings- 

-ouch- Eddie said while he put his hand on his heart pretending i hurt him.

I looked at Eddie -You're my brother too, chill. But Steve. One more maternal behavior and I'm gonna cut your hair. You're gonna be bald. Understood?- I looked at him seriously.

-Yes ma'am!- He smiled at me and we all went home

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Actually i like this trio. First book, kinda nervous to post but here we are :) Hope you liked it, give me some ideas in the comments if you want more excitement <3

#eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #trio #yn

[automatismoateo]

Islam is really stupid and fucked up via /r/atheism

Islam is really stupid and fucked up I was born into this shitty religion, and was put into schools specifically for it, and I was a around defender of it aswell, to the point I would ridicule other religions and calling them stupid, Islam is the best, blah blah blah. Like everytime I think back on it, I feel like cutting my head. I used to believe in man slaughter, and pedophilia bro wtf😭 I pretty much stopped believing in it since like 5ft grade or something. It's really stupid and fucked up. Just read up the lore of it in Quran, some of it doesn't even make sense whatsoever and just a bunch of mush up fiction. The rules are dumb aswell, girls and boys can't do something as simple as a high-five, you also can't be in a single room together alone cause that is totally disgusting, girls have to wear hijab cause if not you would go to hell and drag your parents down with you(as if I care what happend to them at this point). There is also Ramadhani, Wich supposed to be a "Holliday" but no, it's the month were you have to wake up as early before 5amnto eat so you could starve for the entire day. I always saw how people mocking Christian bible, saying how oh it doesn't really hold the same meaning/value cause it have been tempered over the years, Like Quran is not the same aswell. And apparently before we was born, our "soul" was to be shown how our life is gonna be like, and god/Allah will ask us if we want to live this life for 100 times. I could just imagine myself saying no for 99 times until I got fed up with god's bullshit and said yes and then he immidiently threw me down. Yeah no that ain't real. To be honest with you all, if I were to chose to be in a religion, I would just pick christians, at least their more decent that this shitty ass religion. Islam people especially the most religious ones are so delusional aswell. "Islam is the only correct religion" "you can only go to heaven if you believe in Allah" "other religions teaching is wrong" (even tough they all basically teach the same thing) "Islam will one-day rule the world cause all other religion is gonna be filled with gay people and can't reproduce" (this is actually something one of my uztad said). Rules in Islam can be broken as long there is a rule that overlaps it or there was a direct order from god that requires you to break the rule. Like no shit, there is a story about a dad being ordered to behead his kid, and the way he got the message was he woke up from a dream that told him to do so and the dream said it was a message from Allah. Like bro be so fr right now. A demon apparently tried to stop the man saying stuff like "dude that's your kid you can't kill your kid" "you have been expecting this kid for so long and now you are just gonna kill him just like that?" But that is wrong yk cause demon is bad and Allah's order is absolute. The kid got turned into a goat, cause got was like "oh yes this was just a test if you are really loyal to me" you could just tell the guy to not kill the kid at the last second instead of turning it into a goat but okay👍🏻. There is a bunch of versions of this story raging from the kid actually becoming a goat or the kid just got swap with the goat so the kid is still human or whatever, but the point still stands, a father is willing to kill his own kid just cause some guy told him so. Allah also apperantly have personally send down a lighting to strike down a whole tribe full of gay people even tough they are Muslim and believe in him (just a fun fact). You can't date aswell, you have to immidiently get married. (Sorry but I'm not gonna about to marry my guy immidiently without being absolutely sure it is a good idea to marry him, heck I'm probably not a good idea to marry too aswell💀) There's a bunch of more shits I want to rant about but eh you guys get the idea already. I swear once I hit college age I'm gonna go to a college outside of my country and never came back Submitted March 11, 2024 at 07:15AM by poisonolivetree (From Reddit https://ift.tt/XcuZYes)

#reddit

[murder-incarnate]

thinking about abaddon as i usually am

abaddon is a naturally creative person. pre-urge, she loved to create things, primarily through drawing and painting but really she'd throw herself at anything she could do with her hands. cooking, building, sculpting, anything! this was partly because, even before the urge awoke in her, she had violent impulses and inclinations, and her foster parents were diligent in helping redirect her. they taught her to think instead of just acting on impulse, and to choose to be gentle, and to find different ways of keeping her hands and mind occupied. so there was that on top of abaddon just! liking to make things! express herself! she was a little girl with big feelings and creating made her feel good!

once the urge woke up and her support system that encouraged nonviolence was gone to be replaced by a support system that exclusively encouraged violence, this was another thing that was taken from her. for starters, the way i picture the urge working, the way that abaddon experienced emotions and reacted to external stimuli was dulled. feels cold and empty when she’s not killing. can get SOME enjoyment from other things, but her brain doesn't respond the way it used to. and especially not the way it responds to murder. murder lights up all the pleasure centers in her brain like fucking fireworks, nothing else comes close. not to mention that the urge wants her to kill maim tear and nothing else, and sneers at just about everything else if it doesn't actively push back. abaddon tries to draw and she starts thinking about murder harder as the urge starts kicking and screaming. how dare she try to create when she could be destroying instead. AND not to mention that she's got the butler guiding her: he said that she was obedient but needed a lot of his guidance, and i imagine he was talking about stuff like this. stop wasting time trying to do silly normie hobbies and do some murder instead.

the game comments on abaddon’s brilliance and creative genius, so i think she got SOME creative outlet as long as it was murdery and not excessive. as long as she could justify it. she writes about how bhaal doesn't want his children to think, doesn't care about the details, he just wants death. he's not gonna put your art on the fridge. that's a lesson she learned quickly, i think, so she prioritizes efficiency over artistry, but like. as much as bhaal wants her to be a weapon/vessel and nothing more, she's still a person, and she has a will and desires of her own. she wants to have fun, she wants to express herself, she's passionate and she's so fucking repressed and she has nothing for herself, and her brainwashing and the claws in her brain won't allow her to stray much, but. she flexes as much as she can within her confines. bhaal doesn't care about art but as long as she's not wasting his time she can put her own little flourish on her kills, right? as long as the kills still happen, as long as she's quick, as long as she remembers her purpose.

post-amnesia, abaddon has... a lot working against her still, but! eventually, she tries drawing again. she's looking for distraction, for expression, and frankly she doesn't know much about herself or what she can do and she's grasping at straws trying to get a sense of self. she tries drawing because she wants a healthy outlet for the thoughts in her head and a peaceful thing to occupy her shaking hands. discovers immediately that drawing is fucking HARD, but this time she fights, just like she fights her urge on every other front. drawing becomes another method of resisting. her art is messy and it's visibly obvious that she is actively fighting herself the whole time. her lines are shaky, she pierces the paper, she breaks her tools, she can't piece concepts together. but she tries, and she tries, because she wants to be more than the boiling in her blood. she wants to prove to herself that she can create, not just destroy.

abaddon fighting tooth and nail to claw back bits of her personhood she doesn’t even know were taken from her is SO important to me. getting to be so much more Herself even with the urge still digging its claws into her.

and god, the first time she goes to draw once she's free of the urge entirely!! abaddon fucking cries about it. it's so much easier!! she can move freely, think freely! was it always supposed to be this easy!!

#durge tag #abaddon tag

[cheekbites-moved]

okay but like truly the vampire fuckers absolutely WON this year. we got the last season of the castlevania anime, re village, AND the vanitas no carte anime. all in this year. and they are ALL sexy as shit. like we really got nourished this year and i’m really grateful. we deserve the influx of sexy vampire content. <3 so i ask my fellow vampire fuckers in this gay chat. how we feelin’ this fine ass october after being so well fed?

#im glad vnc will continue to provide in 22 since. castlevania is done & village is a game so. no more content for those #well ig there's the castlevania spin-off but. eh. depends on how it goes ig if alucard & dracula aren't around i cant be bothered tkjktrtr #vampires #castlevania #re village #vnc #mine #fr though like i can't believe we got THIS much content that is so fucking h*rny abt the vampires. that just. #lets them be in full blast glory looking fine as hell like they are. we rly got our rights this yr & im so grateful #i get to indulge in my fantasies w sm content lol just. waiting for it to not be fantasy. but at least i got content to hold me over now #nsfwish// #i mean tbh idk what ur expecting from me it should be a known fact if i bring up vampires it will be h*rny krjkjrtkjtkj #god i keep staring at my icon.... fuck tkjtkrjtktj a MISTAKE but one i do not regret. i just. hope. that i can. #get another dream like that one dream where i was like brought to that fine ass vampire's mansion or whatever #& he was totally gonna kill me but he got so enamored with how flustered i got when i asked if he was gonna bite me we just. #were gonna do other stuff instead but then i woke up right before he fucking bit me bitch. im still mad. let me go back #that dream felt so real. that's the closest ill get to my indulgence until a vampire whisks me away fr bitch. let me continue it. pls. #im just trying to get my vampire harem ok like i deserve it alright listen- #(except it's actually a polycule bc we all got two hands for holding bitch. & other stuff ahem but. u know. u k n o w)

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the Obey Me guys as well as the Now Dateables?

Perhaps M/C crawling into bed with them wanting to be held and to be touched.

Perhaps a little nsfw added in 🤤😉

note: this is the only imagine/scenario I will do for all 11 boys. cuz I’m a thirsty bitch. the rest of the time we will stick to the rules of HCs only.

Additionally, the plot has been changed slightly to ‘coming to their room at night’. Sorry. If you want NSFW stuff for a specific boy, based on the provided content, I’ll do it but 11 boys is too much even for my thirsty trappy ass.

Obey Me Boys + MC Crawling into Bed with Them

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed over his paper work. Would his turmoil never cease? 

Sometimes he felt like he had fallen into a lower level of the Devildom. Like the 13th circle of hell where the preferred torture method for lost souls was endless paperwork. A modern day Sisyphus, only instead of a boulder it was forms.

He heard the door to his room quietly click open & then close. He doesn’t look up from his paper work as he knew who it was. There was only one person, ok maybe two, who would come into his room this late at night without knocking. “What is it [Y/N]?”

“I was um...wait, you wear reading glasses?”

Lucifer frowned and looked up from his paper work now. “Magical reading glasses. For reading magical text.” They were required to read some of the magical scripts he was combing over. “What is it [Y/N]?”

The human squirmed a little when he asked again. Seeming to think over the answer, or more precisely how to explain it. “I couldn’t sleep.” They finally confess. “I was wondering if I could stay in here with you, but....you’re busy.”

Lucifer arched a brow slightly, but then moved some of the papers he had completed to make space for them. “Come on. I won’t be much longer.”

[Y/N] smiled at him and scampered over. Crawling in under the silk sheets, and as close as possible to him with him on top of them as they could. “Thank you Lucifer.”

“Of course, my dearest one.” He replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the top of their head before returning to his work. Renewed in his commitment to get this done so he could spend the night with [Y/N].

Mammon

It was late. It was almost 3:00 in the morning by the time he got home, and it had been a shitty night.

Mammon had been at the casino. Gambling, drinking, dancing, the usual. His luck turned sour around 11:00 and, stupid Mammon, had spent the remaining four hours trying to turn it around. That of course didn’t work so now he was even more broke, defeated, and feeling like crap for his failure; regretting Lucifer finding out and making him feel worse. Fuck it had been the worst night.

He rounded the corner to his room and looked up in surprise to see [Y/N] at his door. “What are you doing here?” His voice seemed to surprise them too as they jumped a little before turning to him.

“Oh I was…coming to see if you wanted to hang out?”

“Hang out?” Mammon repeated with an arched brow. “Ya know it’s like 3:00 in the morning, right?”

“O-Oh…is it? I guess I miss read the time.” [Y/N] began to fidget, then muttered some apology about going back to their room.

The demon reached out and caught their hand before they could get far. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nobody comes out here in the middle of the night without a reason.” Or they were out super late like him.

[Y/N] looked down, then decided to tell the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to see you.”

Mammon blinked behind his shades. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was his turn to fidget as he realized out of all the people in the world, [Y/N] had chosen to come see him.

“Yeah well…of course ya’d come to the Great Mammon for help. I uh…guess you can stay in here with me tonight.”

He showered to get the smoke & stink of shame off before crawling into bed with [Y/N]. His little human already drifting off just being in his covers. Mammon wrapped his arms around them and held them close. Maybe it wasn’t the worst night after all.

Levi

Of course he was awake when [Y/N] came to his room. The latest install of Kenji Momotaro: Demon Slayer Warrior Prince had just been released that day, and Levi he been playing it since he had gotten his hands on it. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

When he heard the knock on his door, initially missing it over the sound of his game and tunnel vision, Levi paused for the first time in hours to go see who it was. “[Y/N]-chan?”

“Can…I stay in here with you?” They asked. Catching Levi by surprise. “I can’t sleep in my room.”

The blunette blushed violently, and covered his face. “Y-Y-You….You want to sleep in here with me??”

“Is…that ok?” They asked cautiously. Seeming let down by his reaction.

“No. I mean! Yes! W-What I mean is, I’m not going to bed right now. I’m grinding through my new game so….you might not be happy in here.” Plus, his bed was a bathtub. Which was only comfortable to him.

“Oh. Well…I don’t want to mess up your game. If that’s more important to you.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Levi outburst. Then quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I…I just don’t think you’ll get a lot of sleep in here. I only like my room after all.”

“I like your room.” If Levi turned any redder, he was going to get a nose bleed. “It’s dark, which is nice. Plus the aquariums are really soothing. And…you’re there. I just wanted to be around you since I couldn’t sleep, but I guess that’s silly.”

The demon had to cover his mouth again. This time over threat of nose bleed. He was so red from embarrassment, but also incredibly moved by [Y/N]’s words, that he quickly responded, “you can stay with me.”

He moved aside and let [Y/N] in. Leading them over to his game area where he laid out some plushies as a bed, and pulled out a blanket to cover them. “I-I-I…I’m gonna keep playing since I’m not tired. But I’ll put my headphones on so I don’t disturb you. Y-Y-You can lay down here and i-i-if you fall asleep I won’t mind.”

“Thanks Levi.” He had to gulp at the cute sleepy way they said his name, before they tucked in and he went back to his game.

He couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the game, with [Y/N] so close. Choosing to use his leg as a pillow. Eventually he gave up and leaned back against the edge of his tub, not daring to disturb them and actually getting a good night sleep as well.

Asmo

There were few things that Asmo considered sacred. Love. Vitality. The Louis Vuitton spring collection.

But the one thing he considered sacred most of all, was his beauty sleep regiment.

The Avatar of Lust had a strict sleep schedule to give his body the best rejuvenation possible, and amplify his beauty. Everyone knew about it, and choose to leave Asmo alone; per his wishes.

Which was why it was so frustrating when his rest was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Asmo grumbled under his sleep mask at the light rapping that wouldn’t go away. Irritated by the noise, and now the worry lines whoever it was was putting into his forehead. He pushed his mask up to his hair line and got up out of bed towards the door. “What?!” He said in a not cute, very moody outburst when he opened it. Seeing [Y/N] standing there, startled by his ugly display. “Oh, [Y/N]-kun. It’s you.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’ll just…go.”

“Wait [Y/N]! I’m sorry. If I had known it was you paying me a late night visit, I would have been much nicer and answered the door sooner.”

“Well I….couldn’t sleep so…-“Ahhhh~! You couldn’t sleep so you decided to come to me?? How naughty!”

[Y/N] frowned and turned to leave, but Asmo apologized quickly for being cheeky. “Did you want to stay with me tonight? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He could tell he was right, but the human was second guessing themselves on coming here. “I promise I’ll behave. Really.”

[Y/N] seemed to trust them, and came into the room & into bed with Asmo. He was practically giddy with them being so close, but was true to his word and supplied no funny stuff for the evening. Just rest and cuddles.

In the morning, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers how he slept with [Y/N] last night. Causing quite the intentional misunderstanding and ruckus over breakfast that day.

Satan

Satan was getting ready for bed. Pjs on, teeth brushed, uniform set out for tomorrow, and on his bed reading one last chapter of his latest book, when he heard the knock at the door.

At first he thought it was a branch hitting the glass of his window. But when he heard it again, he knew it was at his door, and had a very The Raven moment before he went to answer it.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I know, I know,” the replied, scratching the back of their head. “I just…I couldn’t sleep. I tried but I just couldn’t get to sleep, and wanted to see you.” They look up at him with big doe eyes and ask, “can I stay with you tonight?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not with a look like that. Or more importantly, he’d never say no to [Y/N]. Satan offered them a soft smile and nodded before letting them in.

“What were you reading?” They asked, as the climbed into bed first. Watching Satan put his book away for them.

“Oh, just a new fiction series I found. Simeon recommended it to me.” He said as he climbed into bed as well.

“What’s it about?”

He told them the premise of the story, and eventually read aloud the first few chapters to them as they curled up beside him. Falling asleep soon after.

Satan smiled again, and put the book back away, before leaning down to kiss their forehead and curl in beside them. Ready for bed now.

Beel

It was pretty late when he heard the knock on the door. And a miracle he heard it at all.

Belphie was the sleeper out of the two of them, but Beel wasn’t exactly a light sleeper either. Between his workouts, large meals, and having to get up early for his morning workouts, the red head was usually dead to the world when his head hit the pillow. But, still, when he heard the quite knock on the door he woke up. 

If he were a thinker like Satan or the others, he would have thought that it was maybe their bond that woke him. Instead he just trudged half asleep towards the door to open it. “[Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry....” They apologize and look towards the ground as Beel looked at them curiously. “I knew you were asleep, but I still woke you up. I’m sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” Beel asked. A bit more awake now that he knew it was them and they seemed distressed. [Y/N] shrugged. “Did you have a bad dream?” 

They pause for a while, but then shrug again. He might not be a thinker like the others, but he was smart enough to know what that meant. He reached out to take their hand and pulled them into his room. Leading them over to his bed and pulling them onto it.

“Don’t worry. You can stay here.” Beel said, holding [Y/N] to his chest in a horizonal hug. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to worry while I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

His words seem to do the trick, and [Y/N] feel back asleep. Beel stayed awake a little while longer. Combing his fingers through their hair, before he too fell back asleep.

Belphie

He heard the conversation from the door, but didn’t bother getting up.

The only thing that could break through when he was asleep was Beel and [Y/N]’s voice. So hearing them both woke him up pretty quickly, although it seemed to be handled. 

He tried to go back to sleep after hearing you settle in, but it didn’t work. The usually lazy demon kept fidgeting in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, and even counting sheep to try and go back to dream land. Nothing worked. And he knew why.

Belphie got up out of bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and walked over to the over bed across the room and kicked it. When Beel and [Y/N] looked up at him half asleep he demanded, “move over.” He couldn’t sleep know that [Y/N] was cuddling up with someone else and not him. Especially in the same room.

[Y/N] huffed in their sleep and laid back down, scooching closer to Beel to try and make space. Beel, on the other hand, smile sleepily up as his twin and properly moved over; back pressed against the wall with [Y/N] at his chest to give him as much space as possible.

Belphie smiled back at him, then dropped his pillow to climb in. Instantly falling asleep. Holding on to his twin and beloved [Y/N] for the rest of the night.

Simeon

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Those were the words that Simeon tried to live by

He was just about to slip under the covers happily, when he heard a small knock at the door. It was so faint & small, that he assumed it was Luke needing something. So he quickly went over to answer it without putting his robe on.

“Oh…[Y/N]….” The angel said, feeling his cheeks heat up and clinching for his imaginary robe to cover his pjs, when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean in the Hall. You were stay in the other dorm for a while as an infestation of some icky, demon creepy crawly, that just loved to nibble on humans was dealt with in the House of Lamentation. Luke of course had been thrilled you were staying with them, insisting that the change be made permanent to keep you away from those rowdy demons. Simeon couldn’t really agree on the demon part, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if you stayed here more.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “New surroundings and all. I was…wondering if I could stay in your room?”

The angel seemed to bristle in surprise at your words. Taken aback, but also in the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest. God have mercy…..

“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Please?” [Y/N] beckoned. He had to gulp down the lump, and instantaneous urge to say yes, building in his throat. “I just don’t want to sleep alone. I keep thinking about those things in my room back at the dorm. And being around you is so comforting. Just for tonight? I’ll sleep on the couch and everything if that’s a problem.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” Simeon insisted. He would never let them sleep on the couch like some vagabond. “Well….alright. But just for tonight. And just because you’re feeling unsettled.” He doesn’t know who he was trying to convince more: them or himself.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Tense, and trying to remain appropriate even is they slept next to him. But, in a way, it was the best night he had ever had.

Solomon

He always stayed up late. The late to early morning hours were the best time for magic. The witching hour. He was knee deep into his research & spell casting when he heard the knock at the door.

“I..saw the light on…” [Y/N] said when he opened the door. “Are you…going to bed soon?”

Solomon blinked for a moment, then looked down at his pocket watch. Oh, it was rather late. But….“No. I still have quite a bit of work to do.”

The other human sighed, then turned to leave from his door just as suddenly as they came. “Wait. What is it?” He asked, stopping them.

They turn, and seem to debate about answering before, “I couldn’t sleep and was thinking it might be nice to cuddle with you.” Solomon blinked again. In surprise this time. “Stupid, right?”

No, not stupid, he thought. It was just no on had ever asked to cuddle with him before. His body and cool demeanor might be misleading, but he was a very fierce sorcerer. Powerful, and awe inspiring. He had made cities tremble in his young days, and was powerful enough to independently bind one of the strongest demons in hell. Cuddles were not something that one usually thought of when it came to him.

He opened the door to let them in and said, “if you can’t sleep, I can make you a potion.” When that didn’t seem to go over well he corrected with, “or…I could lay down with you for a moment.”

The ‘moment’ turned into the whole evening, because the second his head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lulled to dream land by his many late nights, and the warm embrace of [Y/N]. Perhaps there were better things than just getting research done.

Diavolo

He groaned in his sleep. Then rolled over on his side, immediately pulling [Y/N] in when he was in close proximity of them. It was a reflex at this point.

At first, he had tried to keep his distance from the human exchange student. No good would come from it, and it was inappropriate that the future King & patron of the program would be involved with one of the terrestrial candidates. But he couldn’t help it.

Their brightness. Their smile. Their hope for the program and just life won him over and now he couldn’t stand to be further apart from them than a second.

“It’s morning....”

Divaolo groaned and buried his head into the back of their neck. “Five more minutes...”

“We can’t. It’s morning.” [Y/N] insisted. Jutting their hips back against his front; which had the opposite effect of trying to get him out of bed. “If you don’t go, Barbatos will start looking for you. And if he teleports into my room it will be a whole thing.”

That certainly was a metaphoric splash of cold water.

The prince groaned again, and buried himself deeper for a second, before he compliantly agreed and got up. The little full bed in the student dorms joyful of his departure, as it squeaked happily as he tried to leave it.

“Can I come again tonight?” Diavolo asked, as he adjusted his ornate bed clothes. He never slept in them. Like most things in his life, they were all for show.

[Y/N] smiled at him from under their covers and said, “of course.”

His heart swelled at their smile and the promise of later. Surging forward he gave them an impassioned good morning kiss, and told them, “wait up for me.” Before he disappeared in a whirl of black smoke to his own bedroom.

It felt terribly cold now. But he only had to wait until tonight. That he could live for.

Barbatos

The work of a butler is never really done.

There were always things to do. More chores to complete. More tasks to do. Particularly in the life of the royal butler. But Barbatos never complained about his job. He was literally born for it, and took great pride in his work. No matter how small the task.

When he heard the small bell, harking a summons from on of the guest rooms, Barbatos stopped polishing the silver and immediately went upstairs to see what was needed. “You called, [Y/N]?” He asked upon arrival. Calm as ever, and ready to help. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you up here.” They apologized. “I just….couldn’t sleep.”

Barbatos chuckled a little with a soft smile. “No need to apologize, [Y/N]. You’re a guest here, and a friend of the young master.” As well as a dear person to him. “I’m happy to help with anything you need. Might I make you some soothing nightshade tea? That seems to do the trick for most people.”

“N-No. No I…I was wondering….if you’d just sit with me for a while.” The human looked down at the ornate bed spread. Picking at the embroidery in a nervous manner. “Til I fall back asleep?”

The demon smiled again, and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. Holding them in the most comfortable manner possible with him on top of the covers, and them under them. “That is a simple thing.” He told them softly. “Close your eyes. I shall stay with you until you are asleep, and make sure you are taken care of.”

“Thank you.” [Y/N] said lazily. Already closing their eyes and falling back asleep with him close.

The work of a butler was never really done. But this was a task he was happy to do.

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Part 3.3 of the trophy wife series! Caylin’s POV!

When both woke up from a crazy sex filled night (Caylin refused to let Eric fuck her, so it was purely oral) they both greeted each other and updated themselves of their respective days. For Caylin, it’ll be a beach day and for Jack, it’ll be a shopping day.

Caylin, at Jack’s request, did not wear a super revealing bikini. Caylin and the girls went to the beach to swim, sun tan and chill.

Jack, on the other hand, was out shopping and buying Karina sexy clothes. He realized that fucking Karina and treating her like his own sex toy helps take out the tension and calms him down.

Half the day went by and suddenly, Jack received an IG notification that Caylin had posted a picture.

She captioned the picture, “Secluded beaches are the best. Glad no one disturbed us.”

When Jack saw it, he immediately texted Caylin to ask her what she meant by the caption. Getting annoyed at him, she decide to leave him on last seen.

When Karina found out, she simply said, “They probably had sex on the beach.”

“I don’t believe it. She’s so innocent and she won’t do it. I’m going to try calling her again.” Jack said.

“Now now, let’s just get revenge and she will answer you.” Karina said.

She then made Jack take pictures of her which she promptly posted it up on IG.

She captioned it, “Thank you for the brand new set” and tagged Jack.

As expected, when Caylin found out, she went batshit crazy. She and Jack argued for a good half hour after which they both apologized and calmed down. But not believing a word Jack said, Caylin decided to go to a beach party with Jack.

She wore a slightly sexier bikini and posted it up on her story instead.

She captioned it, “Gonna be soaking wet.”

This time, she thought to herself, “If Jack is accusing me of doing such stuff, I might as well do it.”

She enjoyed her time at the beach party and when it was time to leave, she dragged Eric into the handicapped toilet.

She said, “I know you’ve been ogling me the entire day.”

“Well, you know you have the curves. And I can’t stop thinking about last night.” Eric said.

Caylin knelt down and pulled out Eric’s dick. As if attracted to it, she started sucking his dick like she’s never done before. Eric took it like a champ. His rock hard throbbing dick being vacuumed up by Caylin and he savored every moment of this.

“I want all of you. Break up with Jack and be mine.” Eric said as he was groaning with pleasure.

Caylin looked up at him with her puppy eyes and said, “Chase me then.”

Eric lost it. He then proceeded to dominate Caylin. He held her head and used her mouth as if it was a fleshlight. He was face fucking her and wasn’t giving her a chance to breathe or resist.

“We are going shopping after this. I’m buying you nice dresses and taking you out to a nice dinner.” Eric said, as he thrusted his rock hard dick into Caylin’s mouth.

At that moment, all Eric could think of was how he could finally have her and be inside her. That thought caused him to orgasm. He pulled out and blasted his warm cum all over her cleavage.

“I should warn you, I’m extremely hard to get.” Caylin said with a wink.

As they both cleaned up and left the handicapped toilet, little did they know that Aaron, their colleague, saw them get out of the handicapped toilet.

After dinner, they went shopping and when they went back to their hotel room, Aaron showed up at the door.

“Before you say anything, I know you cheated on your boyfriend with Eric and I have the proof. Don’t deny it or I will send the pictures to Jack right now.” Aaron said, with a smug look on his face.

Both Eric and Caylin were too stunned to speak.

“Now, I have one request for you to fulfill and I’ll never speak another word of it. If you do it for me, I’ll take this secret to my grave.” Aaron said.

“What do you want?” Caylin said, fearing what Aaron would ask of her.

“You see, I told a couple of businessmen that I have a hot wife. As part of my side business deal with them, I said that my wife can suck them off once whilst I’m banging her.” Aaron said, throwing a devilish smile.

“No way. Don’t you think that’s crossing the line?” Eric exclaimed.

“You’re the one who crossed the line first.” Aaron replied coldly.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” Caylin said as she resigned to her fate.

“Good girl. Now, I want a practice round with you before we actually do it. And I want eric to be the cuck.” Aaron said, smirking.

“No, I’m not letting you fuck me first. If anything, Eric can have me first.” Caylin said.

“Well, a threesome it is.” Aaron said.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Eric said.

“I’ve got no choice.” Caylin replied.

“I’ll give you more pleasure than Eric.” Aaron said.

“I’ll go freshen up and wear something nice.” Caylin said. Something about Aaron’s cockiness is making her horny. She felt as though she’s finally getting the attention she deserves and that Jack probably was fucking Karina every day, and if he can do it, so can she. After all, it’s just sex.

She decided to tie her hair up, put on a different shade of lipstick and wear her sleeping clothes.

She knelt down and started sucking Eric off. As she was sucking him off, she started jerking Aaron off. Little did she know, Aaron took a sneaky picture and a 10 second video of her when Eric was too busy enjoying her sucking skills.

When she switched over to Aaron, he finally understood why Eric was enjoying it so much.

“Fuck, you’re honestly damn good at sucking dick.” Aaron blurted out.

“Of course I am. This will be the best ever blowjob you’ll get in your entire life.” Caylin said.

Soon enough, Eric couldn’t hold it in any longer. He desperately wanted to be in Caylin. But Caylin kind of lost interest in Eric as he seemed to be out alpha-ed by Aaron.

Caylin then stripped naked, pushed Eric onto the bed, bent over and started sucking him off. Much to Aaron’s delight, he quickly took a few more photos and spread open her legs.

“No, I’m supposed to fuck you first.” Eric said as he tried to get off the bed.

“Too bad, I’m already in her. She’s fucking tight bro.” Aaron said as he didn’t hesitate to penetrate Caylin.

As he penetrated her, both Caylin and he exclaimed and groaned in pleasure. She knew that Aaron was way bigger than Jack. As Aaron started pounding her, Eric could only lie down helplessly whilst Caylin was half heartedly sucking his dick whilst being pounded.

Out of the blue, Caylin’s phone rang. Jack was calling her. Being the devil he is, Aaron forced her to pick it up. Caylin tried her best to speak normally to Jack, but was finding it super difficult as Aaron was pounding her harder and harder each time she spoke. Eric didn’t make it easy too. As Caylin was being pounded from the back, he groped her fine breasts.

When Caylin finally hung up, Aaron said to Eric, “Now that I’ve fucked her pussy, you can have the used goods. I’m going to take her ass.”

Before Caylin could react, Aaron pulled out of her well pounded pussy and invaded her tight virgin anus.

“God you’re so fucking tight.” Aaron said as he was enjoying thrusting in and out of Caylin’s anus.

Eric went under Caylin and Aaron and finally managed to have a feel of her sore pussy.

As Aaron was pounding her tight anus, he was also pulling her hair backwards with one arm and the other groping her breast. As the pair double penetrated her, Caylin reached a new high of sexual pleasure. Each of them emanating heat and they were so in sync. As Aaron’s dick pulled out, Eric’s dick went in. The pleasure was never ending.

The trio continued fucking the whole night, each having multiple orgasms. Aaron being the alpha, came in her pussy and anus first, to mark his territory. After that, the whole night was a mess. They took turns cumming on her face, on her tits, on her ass, wherever you can think of, the two guys came on her.

After the night was over, Caylin lay down on the bed, too well fucked and tired to care about the mess.

Next part cumming soon!

[mackenzielovee]

Hi bestie, your writing is just 👩‍🍳💋. If possible to do a y/n with Rafe where they fight and reader sleeps in the guest room. When Rafe realizes y/n is not in their bedroom goes and sleeps in the guest room with them.

a/n: hey baby! thank you so much for requesting this. it was fun to write. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, kissing), mentions of drug use/abuse

Word Count: 2.4k+

my writing

apologies - rafe cameron

You stop pacing Rafe's bedroom to check your phone once again. The time keeps ticking by, and Rafe keeps not calling you back. He was supposed to be home hours ago; the two of you had plans to go out to the dock and eat dinner, hanging out and watching the sky. He had told you to be at his house at eight. It's now nearing midnight, and you haven't heard a peep. You pick up your phone to dial him again just as his door knob turns and Rafe slowly peaks his head in the room.

When he brings his eyes up to yours, he smiles quickly and sweetly, knowing he's in trouble but trying to soften to you up. You throw your phone back down on his bed and turn around, setting your hands on your hips and taking a deep breath. At least he's fine.

"Hey, baby," Rafe speaks, his voice sickeningly sweet.

You turn back around and watch as he carefully enters the room and closes the door, putting his back up against it. It's like he's trying to take up as little room as possible.

"Well, now that I know you're alive, I'm just gonna go home," you sigh, picking up your phone once again from the bed. Rafe takes a step forward, then another, then sets his hands on your arms to try and stop you from moving.

"No, baby, please don't leave," he says. Your eyes flicker up to his, and you instantly notice how bloodshot they are. You take another deep breath and close your eyes, ready to ask him the question you know you don't want the answer to.

"Rafe," you start, your voice calm, "Please tell me you are not high right now."

"I'm not high right now," Rafe says too fast. You look up at him again and can tell instantly that he's lying.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Rafe?" you raise your voice, squirming from his grip, "You're almost four hours late, you come back high, and then you lie about it?"

"Don't fucking yell at me, all right?" Rafe says, even though he raises his voice at you in return.

You roll your eyes and start grabbing your stuff, shoving it into your bag. You just want to go home and not deal with all of this right now.

"Where are you gonna go?" he asks you, his voice thick and accusing.

"Home," you mutter. Rafe scoffs, earning your attention.

"It's midnight and raining out. Just fucking sleep here and we'll work it out in the morning."

You roll your eyes at him and continue stuffing shit into the bag. Rafe comes over and grabs onto your wrists, stopping you from packing.

"Baby," he says, his voice softer, "Just chill for a second so I can explain, okay?"

You shrug and nod, telling him silently to go ahead and try to explain himself. He swallows before he speaks, so you know this will be good.

"Okay, well, I was out, y'know, with Topper and Kelce, right? We were at the Club. And Barry came by and started saying some shit to me and it just turned into a mess, okay? I had to handle shit with my sister and her dumbass friends and Topper's all pissed off because she's with John B now-"

"Rafe," you stop him, "I'm missing the part where you forgot to call for four hours and then got high."

He stares down at you, looking almost blindsided by the fact that you're asking him that, then nods his head.

"Okay, yeah," he says, more to himself than to you, "I uh, I lost my phone for a bit."

"You lost your phone for a bit?" you repeat, "Like, it died?"

Rafe considers that for a moment, then ultimately shakes his head.

"No, I just lost it at the Club."

You laugh and nod your head, finally understanding, "Oh, so you were too coked out to keep track of your shit? Nice, Rafe. I'm really glad you felt the need to get high out of your mind before you spend the night with me. That makes me feel really good."

You side-step him and continue to collect your things while Rafe throws his hands up in the air out of frustration.

"Jesus, that's not what it's about," he groans, "Barry showing up just threw me off and it fucking stressed me out-"

"You don't have to do coke every time you get stressed out, Rafe!" you turn and scream at him. He moves his head back and stares at you, clearly hurt by your outburst.

"Okay, look, I apologized-"

"You didn't, actually," you interrupt him, watching as Rafe replays this whole interaction over in his head and realizes he, in fact, has not actually apologized.

"All right. I am so sorry that I wasn't home on time and that I didn't call. Some shit just came up and I had to handle it but it was shitty of me not to call. If the tables were turned, I'd be mad, too. So, I'm sorry, baby."

Your shoulders fall as you start to melt under his term of endearment for you. Even after being together for so long, him calling you 'baby' still makes butterflies go crazy in your stomach.

"I accept your apology," you say quietly, watching his eyes shoot up to yours and a grin erupt on his face, "But I'm still gonna go home. You wasted my night, Rafe. I just want to be by myself."

His eyes fall to the floor again as he speaks, "It's pouring. Please just stay. I'll drive you home in the morning."

You stare at the boy, the man, you love so much and give in. Him worrying about you is always enough to make your heart melt, no matter how mad you can get at him.

"Fine," you mumble, dropping your bag onto the floor of Rafe's bedroom.

Rafe comes over and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and holding you tightly. He pretends to not get upset when you don't return his hug. You're still mad, annoyed, and frustrated.

"I'm gonna go shower," you tell him as you pull away.

He wants to ask if he can join you, but he knows you're not in the mood for him to be playing around. So, he lets go of you and watches as you walk over to his bathroom door and close the door behind you.

You take a long shower. The warm water feels so good on your stressed muscles and Rafe being in the other room and not with you is comforting as well. Of course, you love him, but you also love your space and need to not be around him sometimes.

When you come out of the bathroom, only wrapped in a towel, you find Rafe fast asleep on his side of the bed. You try not to be upset with him because you know he had a stressful day and hr's exhausted, but you're also mad because of everything plus the fact that he's high and pretty much just passed out on you.

You pick up one of Rafe's shirts from the floor and then slide a pair of his boxers on, then grab your phone and head for the door. There's a guest room down the hall from Rafe's bedroom that you are going to sleep in, because you want to be alone and you really don't want to listen to Rafe snore all night after he's already irritated the shit out of you.

Your bare feet scurry across the hardwood floor and over to the guest room door, quietly pushing it open and slipping inside. You pull the covers back on the bed and crawl inside, relieved to be cuddling into a bed even if it isn't your own. The sleep is already trying to take over your body, so you don't even have time to browse your phone. It's time for sleep.

Almost the second your head hits the pillow, you're out. All of that worrying about where Rafe had been and if he had been okay had really worn you out.

You're waken up from your sleep when you hear the guest bedroom door creak open. Everything in the Cameron house is ancient, so everything creaks and cracks. You turn around in the bed and face the door, seeing your boyfriend's face squished in the doorway. He smiles softly when he sees you, but you can still see the sleep lining his eyes.

"Rafe," you grumble, pulling the sheets over your head.

"Baby," he says back, a playfulness in his voice.

He comes into the room and closes the door softly behind him. You feel him try to pull the sheets up from your grip, so you pull them tighter.

"Scoot over, baby," he whispers, so you sigh but obey.

Rafe breaks the sheets from your grasp and dives into the bed beside you, quick to wrap one of his arms around you and pull you close.

"I was worried when I woke up and you were gone," he admits to you, staring at the ceiling, "Why are you sleeping in here?"

You sigh, not really wanting to talk. You just want your sleep. Clearly, Rafe has other plans.

"You were already asleep when I got out of the shower," you say, attitude present in your voice.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he says quickly, "I just crashed."

You want to make a comment about how, of course he crashed, because he was high when he got home. Instead, you move your head down to his chest, making him relax.

"It's okay," you barely whisper.

Rafe sighs, knowing it's not, "I'm going to do better."

You don't respond. You can feel yourself starting to get emotional at his promises, because he's made them before.

"I mean it, baby," he tells you when you don't answer, "I really fucked up tonight. I know that. I never, ever meant to skip out on a date with you or make you angry with me. I made a really bad judgment call and it will never happen again."

You bury your face into his chest, finally allowing yourself to completely breathe him in for the first time tonight. Although Rafe screws up a lot, one thing he does well is apologize. He's said absolutely everything that you have wanted to hear since he ran late tonight.

"Promise me," you say against him, feeling your tears start to come up again.

"I promise you."

You look up at him in the darkness, then crawl up against his body to leave a kiss on his lips. It's gentle and sweet, leaving Rafe wanting more when you pull away.

"I forgive you," you tell him, bringing a hand up to play with his hair. He closes his eyes under your touch, grateful to have such an amazing woman by his side.

"I love you so much, baby," he whispers.

"I love you, too," you reply, then sit up in the bed.

You crawl on top of your boyfriend, feeling him sit up so you can have a better seat on his lap. You straddle him and bring your lips down his cheeks and to his neck, knowing you're getting to him when he moves his head to the side to give you more space to work with.

"Mmm," he hums, his hands falling all the way back to shamelessly grab your ass.

"Just because we missed our date doesn't mean we have to skip out on the best part," you whisper in his ear, purposely trying to drive him crazy. It works, because he lets out a moan at your words.

"Holy shit, that's right, baby," he nods, leaning forward and kissing you. He bites your bottom lip and pulls it back before he let's go, knowing you love when he does that.

"You're gonna take care of me, right?" you ask him, keeping your voice low.

He brings one hand around from your ass and starts to rub you through his own boxers you have on, smirking when he realizes why the fabric feels so familiar.

"Don't I always?" he asks, "You were so mad at me earlier, and still put my fucking boxers on, huh?"

You grin but bury your head in his neck so he can't tell. Rafe's smirk just widens when you don't respond, so he slowly and carefully brings his hands up to the top of the boxers, then bringing his hands down to your core. You know he's going slow on purpose to tease you, and it's working. He always drives you crazy.

"Rafe," you finally whine, wanting him to do something other than graze your center.

"Hmm, baby? You want more?"

He smirks when he can feel you get even wetter as he speaks. He knows exactly what turns you on.

"Yes, please," you nod, doing your best to not sound impatient.

"So polite, baby," he grins, bringing his lips to your cheek and down to your neck as he pushes his fingers in you.

You moan as two fingers enter you, feeling Rafe start to move them in and out immediately. His grin only widens as he watches you, even being able to see you with your mouth open through the darkness.

"Keep going," you tell him, moaning once again at how good he feels.

He starts to go faster, then brings his other hand up to your mouth and sticks two of those fingers in your mouth.

"I want to hear you," he says quietly, "I know how loud you can get. But I don't want to get us in trouble. Okay, princess?"

You nod, sucking on his fingers in your mouth. He moans and moves his fingers in and out of you even faster. He feels you clench around him, so he knows you're ready. He looks up into your eyes and then pushes his fingers back further into your mouth.

"Come for me, baby, I've got you."

You nod and clench again, then come only a minute later. He smirks as he removes two separate sets of his fingers from your body, bringing the ones that been buried inside your core up to his lips.

"Jesus," you groan, watching him as he licks his fingers clean through the darkness.

"You better not be exhausted, I'm not done with you yet," he warns you.

You smile and lean forward, kissing him roughly and moving your hips against his. He moans in your mouth, not being able to contain himself.

"Shit," he swears when you pull away, "I'm gonna fuck up more often."

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