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lunarsturniolo · 4 months

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Body Shots | Frat!Chris

Not in the same universe as Pillow Talk Chris. Just another Frat!Chris au lol

Thank you @querenciasturniolo for proofreading!! This is longer than most of my fics, and there was no way I'd be able to properly check for mistakes.

I nod slightly, my fingers fidgeting with the button of my pants, “You gotta stop moving,” he says, making me still.

He hums a nod at my obedience, his mouth widening into a smile, “Look at you,” he says, “So pretty.”

My hand starts twitching again, a sign of excitement. Chris gently takes my wrist with his free hand and holds it down at my side, “You gotta stop.”

My eyes widened slightly in surprise, and I nodded again. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

Chris nods, “It’s okay. Just stay still,” he teases.

Chris teaches Y/N how to take body shots (and it escalates)

Warnings: alcohol use, unprotected sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), praise kink if you squint, cnc if you don’t read carefully. MDNI

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“Hi,” I gave a sweet smile over the bar, “Can I please have another shot of tequila?”

Chris was working the bar today. After an overwhelming Wine Wednesday and a slightly unsuccessful mixer on Thursday, he didn’t want to go too overboard at the party his frat was hosting. So, there Chris was, working behind the makeshift bar, pouring shots and distributing Truly’s to the girls who were still there.

It was nearing 3 am, and the crowd was beginning to die down. Chris overheard my request and nudged the other bartender, “Got it,” he said, effectively switching places with him.

Chris leans over the bar, his left forearm resting in a few drops of alcohol as he leans closer to me, “You gonna let me take one with you?”

I look up at him with an innocent smile, “It’s gonna cost you.”

He barks a laugh in my direction, “You’re literally in my house,” he says.

I nod, “I am.”

“So you should be giving me somethin’.”

I give Chris a long look and leave a pregnant pause, “I might be open to something.”

Chris pushes himself off the bar and disappears into the kitchen. I take the moment alone to look around the house. I spotted my friend Kylie, whom I lost to a group of girls about 10 minutes ago when No Hands started playing. With a bit of flair, I watch as the DJ starts to play Sexy Bitch, “How fitting,” Chris says, finding his way back to the counter.

I roll my eyes with a small smile playing on my lips, “What do you want?”

“Wanna do body shots?” he asks with a smirk playing on his lips. He holds up his right hand. He was still carrying the bottle of Jose Cuervo. But now, in the palm of his hand, I see a lime peeking out.

My smile falters slightly, “I’ve never done a body shot.”

“Has anyone done one off of you?” He asks.

I shake my head, Chris’s eyes widening with amusement. “First time for everything,” he mumbles. He reaches under the bar, producing a wild berry Truly and passing it to a girl behind me that I hadn’t noticed.

“Who said I wanted to do a body shot?” I tease.

Chris shrugs, “You want to do one. I know you.”

I fold my lips in on themselves, “Okay. Teach me.”

He smiles victorious. “Do you wanna get on the counter?”

I look around once again. The room, by far, isn’t crowded, but there are people here you know you’re going to see again.

“Do I have to?” I finally ask, “It’s kinda embarrassing.”

“Why would that be embarrassing?” Chris deadpans.

“Because everyone can see me.”

“Who the fuck cares?” Chris says, “Now get on the counter, or I’ll spread you out myself.”

I decide it’s in my best interest to get on the counter. I step up into the kitchen before hoisting myself up onto the counter. Chris tells me to lie down, so I oblige. I can feel remnants of the bar from the night staining my bare skin and weighing down my hair. I cringe slightly at the thought before turning to look at Chris, my cheek resting on the cool surface of the bar.

“So, there are two routes I could go,” Chris begins, “I could pour this into your belly button and take the shot out of there, or I could just use a shot glass and call it a day.”

My eyes widened, “Yeah, can we do the second one?”

With a chuckle, Chris nods in agreement. “Yeah, that’s what I was thinkin’, too.”

He turns around and quarters the lime over the sink. He reaches across the bar, hovering a lime wedge over my face. He taps it gently against the parting of my lips, “Open up for me, yeah?”

I nod and widen my mouth, softly biting into the lime, a bit of juice rolling into the back of my throat, “Good girl,” he commends.

I roll my eyes, a slight mumble emitting from the back of my throat due to the lime I’m holding, “Shut up,” I tell him.

Chris gently guides my hands down to my sides and nudges my hip, “Can I lift this up a little?”

I hum a reply, the lime starting to become a proper hindrance. Chris gently tugs at my shirt, making me arch my back so he can lift it to my breasts. My hands itch at my side as he plants a series of wet kisses, making a line from right under my belly button to the waistband of my pants.

A blush forms on my cheeks as his nose nips under my pants, raising the waistband slightly and giving him a view of the black lace panties I had worn to the frat tonight.

He reaches for the salt behind him, grabs a small pinch of it, and sprinkles it over the slight sheen of saliva that is left behind. “Squeeze my hand if you want to stop,” he tells me, putting my hand in his.

Using his free hand, he grabs a small orange glass and flips it upright. He laxly pours a double shot of tequila into the glass, watching me wither under his gaze.

My right hand landed on my stomach, tapping a pattern next to the line of salt, trying my best not to make a mess around me. The music is still going, and I’m sure Kylie is about to text me, telling me she found a guy to go home with. Chris is still distributing drinks to the girls who are coming up to the bar, and I’m sitting with a ball of anticipation in my stomach.

He returns to me with a shy smile, “Sorry, mama, I’m here for real.”

I nod slightly, my fingers fidgeting with the button of my pants, “You gotta stop moving,” he says, making me still.

He hums a nod at my obedience, his mouth widening into a smile, “Look at you,” he says, “So pretty.”

My hand starts twitching again, a sign of excitement. Chris gently takes my wrist with his free hand and holds it down at my side, “You gotta stop.”

My eyes widened slightly in surprise, and I nodded again. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

Chris nods, “It’s okay. Just stay still,” he teases.

He gives me one last look before leaning down, his tongue making contact with my stomach. I flinch at the contact, slightly unexpecting, and Chris looks up at me through his eyelashes.

I drink in the sight of him, remembering every detail as his hands push me down against the table. His hair has fallen over his eyes, the dark ringlets tickling my stomach with his painfully slow movements.

Chris lets go of my left wrist, his hand taking hold of the shot he poured. My newly free hand moves without thought, entangling itself into his hair, tugging his further up my body in anticipation.

He hums out a moan with a taunting smile on his face as his tongue dips into my belly button, lingering for an extra moment. The salt sticks to his tongue as he brings the shot glass up to his lips, wrapping them around the glass before quickly throwing his head back. His jaw flexes as he stretches his neck, and I watch as his Adams Apple moves as he swallows.

Chris squeezes my hand as he swallows the bitter flavor, his lips coming down for mine to grab the lime. In a moment of weakness, I suck the lime further into my mouth so he has no choice but to graze my lips with his.

As anticipated, Chris’s lips make lingering contact with mine. His tongue pokes out and wedges itself beneath my lip and into my mouth, grabbing the bottom of the lime and pushing it into his mouth.

Moving back slightly, I keep him from moving any further with a hand in his hair. With hooded eyes, he looks at me as he bites into the lime, some of the juice falling into my mouth and some of it dripping down his chin in a sensual manner.

He turns his head slightly, silently asking to move. I let go of his hair, and he turned his head, spitting the lime out of his mouth and onto the kitchen floor. He looks at me with a smile, “Do you still want your shot?”

“Will it also be a body shot?”

“Whatever you want,” He tells me.

I pull his hand in between us, guiding his ear to my lips, “What I want is to go to your bedroom.”

Chris looks at me, “Beg me.”

“Please, Chris, I wanna go to your room.”

He smirks, “Again,” he tsks.

I roll my eyes in annoyance, “I’m not begging.”

“Then you’re not getting in my room,” he replies.

I leave a long pause before letting out a big sigh, “Please, babe? Can you take me to your bedroom?”

He hums in acceptance, “What do you wanna do in the bedroom, mama?”

I look at him and swallow harshly, “I want you to touch me.”

“But what do you want to do?”

My voice wavers into a whisper, “I want to take a shot off you,” I tell him.

“Mmmm, that’s a good girl,” Chris says, “Always telling me what you want.”

I blush, and Chris moves away to start cleaning up the kitchen. I see him gather a new shot glass, a lime, and some salt before helping me off the counter with a hand on the small of my back.

Together, we walk towards the staircase that’s slightly blocked off- he keeps a hand on the small of my back, nodding a slight hello as we pass his friends.

He lets me in front of him when we get to the stairs, watching my backside as I make my way up, stopping outside his room and waiting for him to unlock it.

With a quick twist of his wrist, the key had unlocked his door, and he led me into his bedroom, sitting on his bed with his knees apart. I made my way closer to him, standing between his knees and giving him a shy smile.

“Can you take your shirt off?” I ask him.

He nods, his hands falling to the hem of his henley, pulling it off in a swift motion, “Where do you want me?” he asks.

I cock my head as I look at him contemplatively, “Maybe just lay down.”

He nods and does as I say, “Can I, um-”

“You want me naked?” he asks.

My cheeks turn hot at his words, “Can I take off your pants?” I ask him.

He laughs at my shy demeanor, “You gotta get naked for me too, then, ma.”

Without a second thought, I drop my hands to my jeans, fiddling with the button before allowing them to pool at my ankles. His hands find the hem of my shirt, this time, pulling it over my head gently. He rests his hands on my back before letting me unbuckle his belt.

“Chris,” I whine lightly.

“Yeah?”

Instead of replying, I push him down onto his bed. His head stayed propped up by some pillows, and he brought his hands behind his head so he could watch me. The two of us were naked, and I finally decided to let the looks of him sink in.

His cock was sporting a healthy erection, just as arousal was beginning to pool between my legs- we were clearly both turned on.

“C’mere,” he says, motioning for me to step towards him. “Wanna see if my baby’s worked up for me.”

I happily make my way over to Chris’s head, legs spread slightly for him to feel my cunt. Without a moment's rest, the pads of his fingers made their way to my bare skin, feeling the warm, plush skin and rubbing my clit slightly to create some friction. I moan lightly at his touch before he pulls his fingers away and rests them on my bottom lip.

“You wanna taste yourself for me, mama?” he asks.

I dip my chin as a nod, his fingers now resting on the parting of my lips. My tongue darts out at his long digits, coating them lightly as I taste myself on his fingers, making Chris moan in appreciation.

I hollow out my cheeks before taking his fingers out of my mouth, a small smile growing on my face.

“Gonna use this on my stomach, okay?” he asks, referring to the fingers I had in my mouth seconds prior.

Wordlessly, I nod as Chris drags his fingers down his happy trail- from the bottom of his belly button to the base of his cock- at an agonizingly slow pace. My eyes watch his fingers desperately as they mimic the exact path my tongue will take.

I clear my throat, “Salt?” I ask.

“Yeah, baby. Add some salt.”

I took the metal salt shaker that made its way onto his nightstand and used it to disperse salt into a thin line along his body. Chris reaches under his bed and produces a bottle of tequila, “From my stash,” he informs me.

I laugh, filling up a shot glass most of the way, feeling slightly overwhelmed at the thought of taking another double tonight.

I pick up a lime wedge and hand it to Chris. Dismissively, he sets it back on the table, “You won’t need that. Promise,” he tells me, a hand making its way into my hair and pulling me close to his mouth.

I can feel his breath fanning on my face as I study his eyes up close for the millionth time tonight, “Okay,” I agree.

Chris hums with satisfaction, “You’re such a good, obedient girl for me, baby. Always listening to me so well.”

This time, I hum in reply, the praise making me feel extra warm. “I wanna listen to you, Chris,” I tell him. My lips pucker up slightly before placing a small, aromantic peck on his lips.

He smiles at me, “Good idea, baby.” He lets my hair go loosely, allowing me to lean back. “You’re gonna tell me if anything is too much, right?” he confirms.

“Yeah, Chris. I’ll let you know. You get to use me until I say otherwise.”

I watch as a satisfying grin spreads on his face, “You’ve always been my favorite girl, you know?”

With a small laugh, I bring my face down to be level with his naval. He gathers my hair into a makeship ponytail in one hand and holds my shot glass for me in another, “I need to see you, mama.”

I smile, my tongue darting out to lick my lips, “Okay.”

Looking at Chris out of the corner of my eye, I bring my tongue to the beginning of the line of salt, licking slowly down to the base of his cock. My left-hand finds his balls, fondling with them lightly as I make my way down to his cock.

He lets out a moan, “When you get there, keep your tongue out, baby. I wanna feed you your shot.”

I turn my head towards him, giving him a slight nod, my tongue still working its way down his body. Giving the base of his cock a light kiss, I tilt my head up for Chris to pour the shot.

Feeling the alcohol glide down my throat immediately, without the need to swallow or for a chase, made me gag lightly. I closed my mouth, savoring the flavor of salt on my tongue before Chris moved my head.

Directing me down further to where his cock is, he rests my cheek on his left thigh. My tongue darts out, lapping around the base of his cock as my hand continues to play with his balls.

“That’s right, baby,” he praises me, “You can get up on the bed if you want.”

With a nod, I crawl up onto the bed, my mouth moving from the base to the tip.

I begin slowly licking the tip, watching the precum develop, and swallowing it as it comes. With a keen fascination, I loosen my jaw and begin to put his cock into my mouth.

Chris lets out a groan, “Fuck.” He reaches around his body, one hand finding my breasts. He rolls my nipple between his fingers and fondles my breasts, eliciting a soft moan from the back of my throat and around his tip.

I continue to push his cock into my mouth before I gag lightly and call it my limit. My hand jerks off what is left outside my mouth, and Chris begins to lose it.

His hands are tugging at my hair, and he is gently pushing my head forward onto his cock, loving the way my throat closes around the tip when I gag. Chris was in a state of euphoria.

“You good, mama?” he chokes out, pulling me off his cock slightly for reassurance.

Instead of verbally answering, I push his cock further into my throat, humming a reply, sending vibrations up through his body.

My tongue flatted against the underside of his cock, my head moving faster as I prompted Chris to fuck my mouth. His thrusts grew from wary to forceful as I began to gag, drool, and moan around him with each movement he made.

Tears grew at the brim of my eyes from the intensity, “Do you like it when I’m rough with you, mama?”

Unable to reply, I affectionately squeeze his thigh, “I know, baby. It feels so good to please me, huh?” he says. His hand leaves my nipple, entangling it into my head roughly so he has more control to ride out his orgasm.

With an especially deep thrust, I let out a long groan, my eyes rolling back slightly with satisfaction. Chris’s cock begins to twitch in my mouth, and I instinctively hollow out my cheeks, sucking harshly on his shaft.

Chris looks down at me with a smile, “I’m close, mama, I promise. Then I’ll fuck you good as a thank you.”

I nod, my voice significantly hindered by his cock lodged in my throat. With a final few thrusts from Chris and a gargling noise that arose from my mouth, he emptied himself into my mouth with a loud, resonating moan.

Giving me a minute to recover, he slid his cock out from my mouth and found a water bottle on his nightstand to feed me.

With a smile, I look at him, “I love having your cock in my mouth.”

With a small laugh, he rests his hand under my chin, wiping away some cum that didn’t quite make it into my mouth, “I love fucking your mouth, baby.”

I bite my lip in excitement, allowing him to use me as he chooses one again.

“Lie down, hmm?” he asks.

I do as I'm told, taking his spot on the bed as he straddles my body. He leans down towards the mattress, his lips finding my cunt. I can feel his breath fan across my body as he begins to lap his tongue in a circular pattern, hitting each part of my cunt.

Unceremoniously, his teeth begin to nip at my clit, creating the perfect amount of friction to make me moan out loud- probably loud enough to be heard over the music playing downstairs.

“Chris, please,” I beg.

“What, mama?” he asks, coming up for air with a small pant. His lips were wet and puffy from the time he spent attacking my clit, and I could see a bit of my arousal begin to make its way down his chin.

“I need you inside me, please,” I whimper.

Chris hums, sending my hips upward with a jolt. The action makes him laugh, which in turn does not help my squirming, “I’ll get inside ya,” he promises.

With one last feathery kiss to my clit, he sends a series of kisses up from my naval to my lips. By the time he has reached my lips, there are drops of my cum trailing up my body as a result of my cum dripping off Chris’s chin.

He leaves a few soft kisses on my lips before I bring his head to mine, holding it there while I nip at his bottom lip. He smiles, sliding his tongue into my mouth and allowing me to take control of the kiss as he adjusts himself against me.

I feel the tip of his cock poking at my entrance before he slowly buries it into my cunt. I let out a gasp, my jaw falling slack as Chris’s tongue laps at the inside of my mouth, trying to regain my attention.

“C’mon, mama, I know you can take me,” he tells me.

“I can take you,” I parrot back.

“Yeah, baby,” Chris agrees, “You’re doing so good.”

He stills for a moment, and I look down between us to see his cock has filled me completely, and he’s allowing me a moment to adjust. I grind my hips against him, my clit rubbing against the base of his cock, making both of us groan.

Looking back up at him, I give him a quick peck of encouragement to start thrusting again. He gently rolls his hips before slowly pulling out and roughly pushing back in.

He began to make this a rhythmic approach, filling the silence between his skin and slapping on yours with a series of breathy moans and chants of both of your names filling the room.

Chris kept his mouth atop mine and intertwined our fingers as he continued to fuck me.

My mouth fell open, and I felt my pussy begin to quiver around his large cock. My orgasm was blinding, leaving me gasping and moaning into Chris’s mouth, giving him ammunition to go faster and harder.

With his bed rocking underneath us and the sound of wet skin repeatedly hitting each other, Chris finally released into my tender pussy.

Pulling out slowly, his hand brought mine to his mouth, leaving feathery kisses on each knuckle.

“You okay, mama?” he asks, “Do you need me to get you anything?”

With a shrug, I reply, “Can I please have another shot of tequila?”

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bagdaddyb · 7 months

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Self Centered

Summary: Wednesday realizes just how self-centered she has been. (reader has powers connected to nature)

Pairing: fem!Reader x Wednesday

Warning: slight angst

AN: Love the Wednesday character. Cold emotionless cutoff while also sadistic mean and cruel

"No Wednesday."

Those were the words you'd muttered to the girl before disappearing into the crowd. No. Wednesday was almost unsure how to process it. Since she'd came to this school of miscreants there hadn't been a single person not willing to bend to her will and since you'd started.... whatever it is you have with Wednesday you'd never turned away from any of her desires. So what changed? By the time Wednesday has recovered from the blatant rejection you're long gone and she's left to do nothing but return to Ophelia hall. She goes over the whole interaction again, taking note of your slumped shoulders and baggy eyes. You weren't yourself today, honestly if Wednesday truly thought about it you hadn't been yourself for some time. How long had it been since your demeanor changed? You don't smile at her anymore, you never seek her attention. When was the last time she'd spoken to you before today? She's been so caught up trying to investigate her stalker that she's completely neglected other parts of her life. Entering her shared room she's unsurprised and slightly disappointed to see Enid laying in her bed speaking with Thing.

"I just don't think this color suits your skin tone, the lighter green would go much better."

Thing taps and signs in response causing Enid to gasp.

"You take that back."

Upon hearing the door close the blonde's attention is grabbed eyes locking with black ones.

"Hey Weds, how's the investigation? Did (Y/N) agree to head into the forest with you tonight?"

"No."

The ravenette says as she neatly deposits her things on her side of the room moving towards her desk chair to start her writing hour.

"I'm not surprised."

Enid lets out in response gaze moving back to the display of nail polishes she put out for Thing to choose from. This catches Wednesday's attention, turning in her chair she burns Enid with her glare.

"Why is that?"

"Well she literally almost died during your last 'investigation' when she was stabbed and said "I'm never helping you again Wednesday Addams" while I stitched her up."

Before she continues Enid lets out a sigh muttering she's gonna kill me under her breath before continuing.

"And I'm going to tell you this because you're my best friend, (Y/N) has been unhappy for some time. You treat her more like your minion than partner. You drag her along on these dangerous stunts where she almost always gets hurt yet you never put forth any effort into the relationship, the last few things she's agreed to have been purely because thats the only way she gets to spend time with you. She is tired of it all being one sided so you need to get your act together unless you want to loose this relationship you pretend to not care about."

As Enid speaks its like a light bulb pops above Wednesday's head, recalling past encounters, conversations, and arguments she now finds herself feeling conflicted over. Standing abruptly Wednesday leaves her room, completely disregarding Enid and her writing hour. She needed to find you. It was never her intention to use you, or was it? She'd been approaching this like she would approach anything else but she now realizes that in and of itself is the problem. This isn't anything else. As much as she will deny it she cares for you in a way that is completely foreign to her. Arriving at your dorm room she knocks three times. Waiting only thirty seconds before knocking again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Wednesday bites back her snarky remarks when Bianca opens your shared dorm door. The siren does nothing to hide her disgusted face in turn.

"(Y/N) isn't here. She's always in the gardens during this time. Of course you'd know that if you cared about anyone other than yourself."

That is all the ravenette gets before the door is slammed in her face, Wednesday's eyebrows furrow as she turns on her heel. Just how self centered had she been? In her eight months of knowing you and five months of courting she'd learned little to nothing about you. Besides physical attributes and your general knowledge Wednesday never made an effort to get to know you better lazer focused on the hyde investigation then later her stalker you were always kept on the back burner. For the first time in her life guilt washes over her and it makes her bristle. Her feet move quickly towards the garden, entering she doesn't even have to look following your voice carrying through the flowers. Wednesday can't help the way her lips turn in disgust as she walks, the garden was to bright countless flowers planted aimlessly with no value yet she couldn't deny the health of the garden. Every flower in bloom properly watered and glowing. Coming around a corver she sees why observing you as you sang along the the music coming from your phone. You fingers were at work using your powers to meticulously grow different flowers and plants in healthy soil. You worked diligently so immersed in it that you fail to notice the brooding aura observing you. You fill the flower box you're working on with purple lillies a beautiful contrast to the blue bachelor buttons in the box next to it. Stepping back you observe your work humming in approval before turing to head to a different part of the garden. The moment you spin you freeze eyes meeting black ones you'd never once seen in the garden before. You are truly at a loss of words at the girls presence as she'd never once seeked your company and for a moment you consider pinching yourself. Surely this must be a dream.

"Wednesday? Ummmmm.... what are you doing here?"

"I came to apologize."

Okay now you were sure you were dreaming. You look around before pinching yourself.

"I must be living in the matrix."

You say before looking around again. Not sure if this is true reality. Silence envelopes both of you as Wednesday stares realizing she's never truly had to apologize. Especially not of her own volition. She's stumped on what to say or do but you don't wait long scoffing you begin to walk past the ravenette.

"If this is your way of apologizing spare me."

Wednesday stays quiet denying herself the mean and witty response knowing it wouldn't help her situation as she starts to form words in her brain she follows you past a dead section of the garden three planters tucked away in the middle of the garden that you don't even glance at as you continue foreward. Wednesday pauses for a moment taking in the uncared for section in contrast to the overly cared for garden before moving to quickly catch up with you.

"(Y/N) I apologize for my previous actions. As surprising as it may be I have not realized the fault until now. You are more than my pawn but I have failed to treat you as such. So I hope you can forgive me."

You merely hum in response not taking your eyes off the planter you stood infront of.

"Ok Wednesday."

You dig your figures in the soil trying to decide what would look best in the array of colors before you. Wednesday can tell her words have little affect and the fact that she may of already lost you causes her stomach to unsettle. Not easily detered she sticks around watching you mend the soil before speaking up again.

"That patch back there full of dead plants, why did you walk right past it? You seem very keen on keeping everything else in the garden grown and healthy."

You jump when she speaks honestly surprised that she was still there.

"Ummmm.."

You hesitate before releasing a sigh and turning to face Wednesday.

"It was a patch of flowers I grew for you when we first began our relationship. I grew them in the beginning as a gift symbolizing the start of our bond. I was going to show them to you the first time I invited you to the garden but as your rejections grew harsher and the light of what our relationship truly was shined brighter..... I stopped caring for the flowers. Now the bushes are barren and dead yet still as symbolic as ever."

You release another sad sigh eyes dropping to the ground before turning back towards the soil.

"If you don't mind Wednesday I'd like to be alone. I'm sure you have more important matters to attend to."

More important. The words Wednesday used everytime you've invited her to the garden. Everytime you've asked to spend time together in Jericho. Everytime you've tried to have conversation about anything other than her current obsession. Everytime you tried to engage her in a subject or activity revolving around you. She'd made you feel unimportant.

"No I don't."

Wednesday pauses a moment unhappy with how unstable her voice sounded.

"While I have failed to prove it in the past you are the most important thing in my life. I...... care for you deeply and I do not wish for our relationship to be forgetten, barren, and dead. This is all new to me..... these feelings, this bond.... but I won't allow myself to be held back by my lack of knowledge. So I will sit here all night if I have to. Today, tomorrow, and the next if that is what it takes for you to forgive me."

Your vision becomes cloudy as tears form in your eyes, the once grey sky becoming dark with clouds and as the first drop falls so does your first tear. This was all you ever wanted, effort. Tears fall as your heart pounds in your chest after finally being showed you meant something to the Addams girl and if that wasn't enough the feeling of a hand wrapping around your forarm was.

"I'm sorry mon cher."

Another apology things that were unknown from Wednesday Addams coupled with physical contact something you'd never experienced from the girl.

"I forgive you."

#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednsday addams #maybe the beginning of something more #bagdaddyb

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yourgaeyisshowing · 6 months

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Her Fated Love

Paring: Larissa x Dark!FairyReader

Warnings: Mentions of blood.

Will Larissa ever realize just how much you love her... or will you die waiting?

Monday morning rolled around and you slowly groaned at your alarm. Today you had four classes and a two hour planning block and already were dreading the back to back classes. You loved your students with all your being, but the stress lately and the oh so wonderful 3 hours of sleep you were getting was miserable. You were starting to feel the effects of your magic dwindling due to your lack of intimacy. As a dark fae you physically need a partner, the small touches and loving emotions are what keep you going. You had your eye on someone, but knew there was no way you could ever tell her. She was too strong and diligent in her work to ever look at you as anything but a teacher/member of staff.

The last 5 years had been miserable, sure you were friends and often shared a glass of wine by the fire in her office after the long school day. But that was all you were… friends. Your heart pulled at you daily, longing to be with your fated love, but she didn’t want that. You could feel the pull constantly nagging at you to run to her and take care of her. You didn't understand why the moon goddess made you feel this pain and not her too. You felt like you lived alone, secluded from the world and suffered the pain, your heart was literally breaking for her love that you knew wouldn’t come. Soon you knew it would give up and stop beating, but at least you would die knowing that you never stopped loving her. Your sweet, gentle Larissa Weems.

Larissa didn’t understand why she felt the way she did. She was moody and tired, her head hurt, her chest hurt and she felt like something was missing all the time. Her doctor had cleared her on all the normie checks, but she was beginning to wonder if she had been cursed by one of her students. She sighed while holding her temple with one hand and decided to shoot you a text with the other. “Drain a bottle of wine with me tonight?” She knew you would never love her like she loved you, but the time she spent with you helped ease the pain and longing her heart troubled her with. If you only knew Y/N just how much I love you… She whispered out loud before setting her phone down.

You looked down at your phone and smiled, but you were interrupted from replying by a sharp pain in your shoulder blades. Gasping loudly and trying to take a deep breath, you knew what was wrong, but you’d rather die than out yourself to all of your students. You doubled over in pain and hit your knees on the ground with a loud cry. Your students looked at you with a mix of concern and horror, but the one that came running was the one and only Wednesday Addams. She rushed to you and all you could manage was two barely audible words. “Get…Weems”. Meanwhile Larissa sat in her office and hissed at the sudden stinging pain on her chest, but before she could do anything Wednesday burst through Larissa’s office doors. “Miss Addams!-” She bellowed before Wednesday cut her off out of breath.

“Come…Quick!..Y/N…” Was all she got out before Larissa and Wednesday were both running back to your classroom. Larissa hit her knees ignoring the intense pain the hard floor caused as she wrapped her arms around you. “Y/N are you ok?” She asked, voice full of concern. “Class dismissed, Wednesday, tell Marilyn what happened and that you all will stay with her until the next period. Class dismissed.” The class was full of whispers and frantic packing as they all rushed out and down the hall. You were moments from passing out from the pain coursing through your body. Larissa scooped you up in her arms and started speeding through the halls to her office. She locked the door behind her and you all but jumped from her arms and hit the floor on all fours.

She watched in horror as your shirt shredded apart and two giant beautiful black, purple and orange wings ripped from your shoulders leaving 2 trails of blood down your back and watched as you screamed and panted out of breath. Larissa’s audible gasp could have been heard for miles. She slid out of her heels and lowered herself down to you and you fell into her arms before passing out cold. When you woke you didn’t recognize where you were, but you were very aware of the sharp stinging coming from your back and the feeling of something warm? Around your legs and chest. “Hey, shh you're okay darling. I’ve got you don’t worry, just try not to move too much.” The voice was warm, and made you feel like there were butterflies in your stomach. “You fully opened your eyes and noticed you were in a pristine and very large bathroom.

Come to think of it, you were in a very fancy and large clawfoot bathtub with a towel draped over your front and you could feel a cloth gently rubbing across your back. Looking at the water made you panic slightly in your hazy state, it was a light red color. “Is this blood? My blood.” You thought to yourself. “Almost done darling, I’m sorry, but you were covered in blood and I had to clean you up.” You realized the voice was Larissa, and the arm your weight was leaning forward on was hers. The hand on your back, also hers. “Her touch is so gentle” you thought before answering her. “Larissa?” You questioned. “Yes my love, it's only me.” She sounded so unsure of herself. Her voice sounded hoarse like she had been crying. “Okay darling let's get you out and dry.

Do you think you can do it or do you need help?” She gently asked, trying to keep your dignity intact. You didn’t care though, she was your fated love. But honestly you didn’t know if you could stand on your own. “I think I need help, please.” You whispered, a slight blush covering your cheeks. Larissa nodded wordlessly and picked you up, balancing you on the edge of the tub with one hand while quickly wrapping a large fluffy towel gently around your middle, being cautious of your wings. “You looked up in the mirror and gasped at the sight. Your wings were in full color and displayed out behind you. “Darling are you okay!?” Larissa jumped thinking she hurt you. “My wings…it…it's true.” You were in shock. “What's true?” She asked kindly scooping you into her arms and setting you down on the softest bed you have ever set on. She knelt down so she was in front of you.

“I’m a dark fairy, Larissa. A dark fairy only gets their wings when their fated love chooses to love them back.” The shape shifter looked at you with confusion and hurt. “You met your fated love? Can I ask who he is?” She sounded heartbroken, her eyes once again glassing over. She suddenly felt a burning pain on her chest and hissed. Which in turn due to your bond made you hiss at the strong emotion and pain you felt from her. “Larissa, I don’t like men. Plus the way your heart hurts right now feels like it’s shredding me apart.” You held her hand in yours, gently rubbing a thumb over her knuckles. “You silly woman, I know you can feel the tingles too, I can see it in your eyes. YOU are my fated love. The moon goddess has decided that I am to love you, and you are to love me.” Larissa’s jaw dropped.

“You mean all this time I've felt this way because I was without you?” She looked down at the floor in awe. Tilting her chin back up, you carefully slid her blazer down her arms and gently undid three of the buttons on her dress. She didn’t understand, but you lowered your towel a bit. “My love, what do you see?” You gently asked. “I…I see a knot with seven loops” You smiled and nodded, "Now look at yourself.” You pulled the fabric away a bit from her chest, and in the same place as yours over her heart was the same knot. She looked up at you with tears streaming down her face. “I love you Y/N, I have for 5 years, but thought you didn’t want that with me.”

“Larissa. I love you too. I thought you were just looking for a friend in me, so I never pursued anything. I was willing to let fate's heart take me if it meant you were happy.” In a surge of courage Larissa shot up and her hands gently pulled your face closer to hers. She kissed you deeply with all the passion and love she could muster before pulling away. “Y/n…What is fate’s heart?” Larissa softly asked. “When your fated love doesn’t love you back, your heart gives out and you slowly die.” Tears started pouring down the shapeshifter's cheeks. “I…I’m so sorry I did that to you Y/N” You leaned forward and bit back the hiss of pain and pulled Larissa into your arms. “Hush now my love, all is well.” you held her for a moment before letting out a rather large yawn and a shiver ran down your spine.

“My love, I’m a bit cold. Do you think you could get me some clothes from my room?” You asked her while trailing your thumb across her cheek. “Nonsense, I have plenty to share darling.” You watched as Larissa pulled out a pair of warm sweatpants and a plain blue tee shirt. She turned around and went to hand you them before furrowing her brow. “Um… what about your wings Y/N?” She was adorable when she was perplexed. “Oh, the scars will take time to heal, but I don't have to keep them out.” You let out a small whimper of pain as your wings folded and went back under your skin into the scars. After taking a deep slow breath you wiped away a stray tear and looked back at her.

“They are still pretty sore… Do you have any painkillers?” Larissa nodded and went to her bathroom, coming back with a glass of water and the medicine. After you took it she helped you into her shirt and pants and went to her wardrobe and got herself a hoodie and a pair of leggings to change into. She started to head to the bathroom to change before you stopped her. “You don’t have to go, or be shy around me. After all, you have seen all of me now. I understand if you’re uncomfortable, but I just wanted you to know.” Larissa smiled and walked back over to you. She set her clothes on the bed and turned around with her back facing you. “Would you please?” She pointed to her buttons on her dress, blazer now long forgotten. Slowly you undid each of the buttons with the utmost care and she let her dress drop to the floor. You were a bit surprised as she turned around and was only wearing a pair of dark green lace panties. She bent down and kissed you before picking up her clothes and putting them on. She pulled the shades and laid down on the bed pulling up the covers and flipping you side up. “Come here darling” Larissa beckoned slowly before you slid into her arms and she covered you up. It was only a few moments before you fell asleep, letting the exhaustion take you over. For once you finally felt like you were where you belonged. She was your home.

#larissa weems #gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems x reader #larissa x y/n #principal weems #wednesday #Larissa x Dark!Fairy Reader

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stvrn-tr1ps · 23 days

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ANXIETY

little!nick x cg!malereader

warnings: mentions of anxiety (literally the title🤞🏼) anxiety attack, umm i think thats it?! lmk if i missed smthh!! (lowercase intended!!)

purple = nick

blue = ethan / male reader / y/n

took inspo from @soursturniolo s fic <3

Nicks pov: i woke up this morning in a terrible mood. first thing i was extremely anxious and cranky and when i found out that i was late to my meeting i had today it only made it on hundred times worse. then later the same day i went to edit this wednesdays video and quickly discovered there was no audio the whole video. “fuck !” i yelled. today had been awful and i was just so overwhelmed. as i slammed my laptop closed and laid down to snuggle with my stuffed animal my phone chimed.

Ethans pov: almost there! love you see you soon. i typed out to my boyfriend nick. when i checked my phone at a red light for a response it said i was still on delivered. hm weird. maybe his phone was on dnd.

Nicks pov: little did ethan know nick was currently curled up into a ball having the biggest anxiety attack of his life (not actually but i gotta be dramatic😋). nick was so mentally and physically exhausted he didn’t even realize his boyfriend, ethan, had barged in and scooped nick up into his arms.

Ethans pov: “nick sweetheart breath please. in and out, copy me” nick buried his head into ethans side. “it was to much i cant do it anymore” ethan immediately recognized nicks “little lisp”. he was slipping but not it a good way. he was overwhelmed and needed comfort. “nick baby, what happened? talk to me honey.” nick shook his head into my side. his cry’s had subsided into hiccups and sniffles but he was clearly still just as upset. “sweet boy i need you to tell me whats wrong or otherwise i cant help.” he sniffles and peaks up at me, “im so tired and i had bad day”

“oh honey.” ethan said sympathetically. nick looks up at his boyfriend and shakes his head, “im sorry you had to see me like this. im a mess. you probably think im being dramatic” nick mumbles out as his lowers from his boyfriends. ethan didn’t like it one bit that nick was thinking badly about himself so he made sure to express that. ethan grabs nick my each side of his face so he’s forced to look at him. “nick baby i need you to listen and listen carefully because im only going to say this once. i don’t think you’re being dramatic and i don’t think you’re weird. and don’t ever apologize for crying in front of me i want you to be comfortable enough in front of me big and little. do you understand sweetheart?”

Nicks pov: tears threatened to fall again but this time because he couldn’t fathom how he’d gotten so lucky to have ethan. nick quickly blinked back the fresh tears and nodded, “i understand.” “good boy. how about you spend the rest of the day in little space. you can watch a movie on the couch, and ill take care of everything that needs to be taken care of.” all i could do is nod back bashfully. i would never get fully used to my boyfriend being my care giver and actually knowing about my little. “nick look at me” he said in a a soft assertive tone. i slowly looked up at him and as soon as he could he grabbed my chin and held it in place so i was forced to look at him. “your the sweetest and the cutest boy ever you know that right?” i just giggled at that. “im serious sweetest boy ever” i blushed and looked at him “thank you” i said shyly. “your welcome sweet boy. now! what movie are we watching?” i giggled and snuggled into him before choosing the movie the jungle book.

AN: sorry this took so long to get out. do we like little nick?? im actually kind proud of this one 🤞🏼

age regression taglist: @blahbel668

#nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #nicolas antonio sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo x reader #christopher owen sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo fluff #nicolas sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo

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honakito · 3 months

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Heya! Just stumbled upon this account and I just wanted to say that I already adore your writings!!(even if it's just two(?) so far-) So I decided to make a request:D It's a bit of a silly one, but Kanade and Mizuki(separate please!) x reader hcs playing UNO with them, like, the card game wahahjsha This is mostly random, but I'll be glad if you'll be able to do it! Just don't rush yourself, please..(^^;)

⠀⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏⠀⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏⠀⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏uno. . ? like the card deck game ? ?

UNO! - prod. honakito

posted as : request

chars. : a. mizuki , y. kanade

type : x g/n ! reader

scenario : playing uno with them ( headcanons )

taglist : @finanah ( ask to be added )

notes : first of all ignore the header second of all i love this idea so much i had to immediately do it since my brain was like a tornado of ideas what the hell,,, and i still have a request to do that is probably older than my account (not really its from 2 days ago i just like taking my sweet time) + a recent one ,, still, thank you for requesting a different character! enjoyy ^_^

notes 2 : i was thinking of, once im done with the requests, posting analysis of different pjsk characters and card sets? i already have two ideas of this type of posts, and i think i have enough time, since i skipped school today, will skip tomorrow and wednesday is a free day thats awesome

date : 21 / 01 / 24 - 22 / 01 / 24

a. mizuki

literal uno expert.

they get competitive so quickly. i can feel it.

theyre also the definition of a ‘ its only okay when i do it ‘ person. like , for example , if you played a +4 card , they’d mockingly let out a loud whine for giggles. but if they have a +4 or +2 too , get ready to see a mischievous grin paint their face. theyd take this as a competition they have to win.

i feel like theyd trick you with their facial expressions and actions. lets say , you switch the color to one they have lots of cards of. theyd let out a surprised gasp while laying down on you a reverse card, two skip cards and a +4 card.

half of it , they’re determined to win. if theyre feeling nice tho , mizuki will play easy for you. that lasts the total of maximum 2 rounds tho , they have a streak to maintain.

most of the time , you cant win for your dear life. if you do get lucky tho , they will jokingly get upset , but is actually pleasantly surprised! guess their talent sticked off to you.

i kind of imagine mizuki remaking the whole decks design when bored. like your own version of uno. the jirai keified version. like those making [thing] coquette.

about how frequently you’ll play tho? i think atleast once a month. even more , if you ask. they mostly play whenever theyre feeling sad tho , one game of uno with you lifts their spirits up and boosts their ego for the day higher than an americans appetite.

‘ heh heh heh… i won again! ‘ , , , ‘ i get it mizuki , i get it. ‘

y. kanade

genuinely never played uno before.

ok , that’s exaggerating now , isnt it?

kanade surely played uno before with nightcord in empty sekai. it being , ofcourse , mizukis idea. its not like shes an absolute pro at it tho.

but shes not incapable of not understanding the rules , either. she’d take a strategy and maximum beat you 3 times. maximum. i feel like you’d be the better one.

i feel like you wouldnt play so frequently , only when you so happen to be over while kanades taking a break from composing. so things wouldnt get awkward , you always bring a card deck of uno with you.

if your relationship is established after the ‘ saying goodbye to my masked self ‘ event , mafuyu would oftenly join your game by kanades invitation. if youre lucky enough to catch honami unoccupied , dont be shy to call her too! the more the merrier.

even so , she does not care about the winner at all. kanades just happy to spend some quality time with you, even if its over uno. which leads me to think you’d let her win on purpose sometimes. her eyes sparkle a bit whenever she does get the victory over you , it is a scenery you cannot get enough of.

‘ hm? i won… ‘ , , , ‘ great job, kanade! ‘

i love hashtag skipping school ALSO please read notes 2 ok thanks ,,

dividers arent mine ; credits to the rightful owners on TUMBLR

#written : surpassed angelic #mizuki akiyama #kanade yoisaki #project sekai #project sekai colorful stage #x reader #pjsk x reader #pjsk x you #pjsk #kanade yoisaki x reader #mizuki akiyama x reader #kanade pjsk #mizuki pjsk

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goodstories08 · 1 year

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One Too Many

Tyler Galpin X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: You were an angle, No literally! Not joking, your parents were both angels and so we’re you. Didn’t have many perks besides wings and a few magical abilities, but It did get you sent to Nevermore. Tyler was a normie or so he never understood much about what you were, all he new was that he liked you, and that he wanted to go too a party.

!!Warnings!! Mentions of Sexual Assault, Drinking, Blood, ⚠️Spoilers⚠️

“Ohhh what’s up with Tyler,” Enid eagerly piped up as you stare into the coffee shop across the street. Tyler smiling at customers and making coffee. “I want to go,” Wednesday mumbled earning a nudge from Enid. “Why Wednesday? I wanna know what’s happening,” Enid whined. The buss back to Nevermore pulled up, Yoko waved bye before steeping through the doors. Wednesday followed but was stopped by Enid. “You know something Wednesday, I can tell when you do. Spill.” Enid’s claws came out to try and be threatening but Wednesday didn’t look fazed at all.

“Fine, while I was having an insufferable conversation with… Tyler,” Your interest was now spiked, her foot was tapping against the floor anxiously, “He gave me his number on my coffee cup, he asked if I could give it to you.”

Your wings widened causing a few normies to stare but you didn’t care, “What!????” Enid was also surprised she nudged Wednesday once more, “Do that again and I will hurt you.” She paused for a few seconds allowing you to cut in. “When the hell did he give you that Wednesday!?” She let out a breath of air, “Wednesday!?” She quickly turned and ran to the buss leaving You there. “Sry got to go, good luck Y/n,” Enid said before following Wednesday.

The buss left shortly after, your wings were fully out causing almost everyone around you to stare. You hit the trash can by flapping your wings. “The fuck,” you whispered before walking toward the coffee shop, you remembered to tuck your wings in before slipping inside. The sound of calm music played in the background of people talking and laughing together. You looked to Tyler who’s head was down as he wiped counters, “Hey stranger.”

His looked up from what he was doing, a bright smile on his face. “Hey, Didn’t know I’d be seeing you today, The usual?” I smiled but shook my head, “I came to talk.”

“Oh that can’t be good,” he said in a sarcastic voice. “Why did you not just give me your number, why did you send Wednesday to give it to me?” His cheeks flushed red as he poured your cup of coffee, “This one’s on me, and this time I’m giving you my number.” You picked up the cup to see his messily written number. “I’ll be sure to call,” you looked outside to see the buss was gone, “Shit!” Tyler tried to follow where you were looking, causing him to get close, “What?”

You turned and now your own cheeks turned red, “O-oh my bus just left.” He grinned and took his apron off, “Good thing my shift just ended, come one I’ll drive you.” Tyler grabbed your hand and led you to his car. You felt butterflies in your stomach, as you reached the car he quickly ran to open your door, “Wow, what a gentleman.”

The ride was short but it felt like it would never end, it was so awkward since the both of you didn’t really know what to say. As the car pulled up to the gates of Nevermore you went to open the door but Tyler grabbed your hand, you turned to him and he looked down before leaning in. His slightly chapped lips moved synch with yours, his hands caressed your cheek before you pulled back, out of breath. His hand still held you close, his breath hovered over your face causing your face to heat up.

“Heh, Thanks for this, and you know the coffee,” He giggled a bit before unlocking the car. “Oh and Y/n,” He called, catching your attention, “My friend was throwing a party, I kinda need a guest, you wana come?” You smile and nod, “Text the details, I’ll see you then.” You closed the car door and expanded your wings, with a few flaps you were already in the air and on your way back to your dorm.

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The evening breeze felt comforting as it blew trough your wings, you technically weren’t supposed to be out right now but that was the one thing good about being able to fly. As you spotted Tyler’s car at the gate you began to descend. He watched you in awe as you landed in his arms, “Wow, your just… Wow.” His smile was contagious cause you were not smirking as well, you pulled him down by the collar and kissed him gently. “Come on we got a party to catch,” you say before getting in the car.

As the car drove through the suburbs you felt weird, not bad weird, but a new feeling. “I’ve never been to a normal house party, only seen them in the movies,” you say as the car pulled up to the loud and crowded house. “Don’t worry, they’ll love you.” He gave you a kiss before walking you inside.

The music was so loud you couldn’t even hear yourself talk and there were so many people that you could barely walk without hitting someone, it was amazing. “Hey Tyler,” Called a tall brunette guy, “And who is this?”

“My… Boyfriend Y/n,” you smiled at Tyler’s words, you were officially together. The tall guy seemed like he wanted to say something but decided not to. “Cool I’m Bradly, let party!”

The night was amazing, you made normie friends who may have not known what you were but that didn’t matter. You felt like a normal teen for once, and it was a great feeling. Currently you were playing a weird game called cup pong and somehow winning. Tyler was on the other team, since he bet he could beat you and you knew he wouldn’t.

You scored once more, Tyler drank the cup and stepped out to puke. Don’t judge, there was a lot of drinking. As your reached for another drink, Bradly took it out of your hand, giving you another one, but this one was different. As you drunk it you felt dizzy and fell into his open arms, “Come here, I won’t bite.” He dragged you up the stairs, you tried to fight it but you could barley hold your eyes open. He flung the door open and threw you on the bed. He pinned over you while unbuttoning his shirt.

“P-please stop,” you whispered but he ignored it while kissing your neck. Suddenly you heard the floorboards of the room creak, you opened your eyes and there was a large monster behind Bradly, it threw him against the wall and brutally mutilated him. “Wha- Wha,” You couldn’t speak as you felt yourself drift off more. The monster picked you up and ran.

After a while you finally opened your eyes, you lay in the middle of the forest, a naked Tyler laying over you covered in blood. “Tyler, Tyler wake up please,” you cried, his eyes slowly opening. He quickly got off you and tears formed in his eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to did I hurt you.” You quickly leaped onto him and held him close, “Shhh, What ever this is, we’ll get through it together. I love you.” He pulled you down to kiss you, “Love you too.” You felt a cold breeze send a chill down your spine, “Now, let me fly you back to my room. I might be able to steal some close from my roommate.”

! I’m debating weather or not to turn this into a Wattpad book, so comment if I should I guess😅!

#tyler galpin #wednesday #adams family #lgbtq #x male reader #gay #tyler galpin x male reader

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jeonghanspookie · 9 months

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The Truck Schedule

After the bird 'incident' that occurred yesterday, a team meeting had to be held.

All the team members in the building gathered around in a circle at the very center of the store. In the middle of the circle was Minghao.

As the HR rep, he had to be the one to call this very important meeting. (yay so fun)

Once everyone started to quiet down, Minghao took a deep breath.

"Okay" he sighed. "After an unfortunate incident that occurred yesterday," he paused, "Mingyu will be gone on a mental health leave for this week."

As the only people who knew what actually happened during the 'incident' the twelve pairs of eyes stole glances at each other.

The moment a pair would make eye contact their mouths would spread into a smile.

A few had to cover their mouths and Soonyoung had to fake a cough in order to hold in his chuckles.

Chan was on the brink of bursting out into laughter, but thankfully Seungkwan was their to nudge his side.

The rest of the team members present, outside of the thirteen friends, had no clue what went on yesterday. It was evident in their faces that they were concerned about Mingyu. (Although most of them were too tired to really care)

Hao carried on, "Since Mingyu is the one who runs the truck, we're gonna need to arrange for his absence."

The room filled with groans.

"I know it's very last minute, but the situation was so sudden" Hao explained, "I'll take any volunteers who can run the truck this week! I will leave a sign up sheet on the front desk in the office." he gave a big (fake) smile.

"Thank you for your time!"

"I cannot believe that Mingyu gets a whole week off just because a bird pooped on his shoulder!" Chan exclaimed.

Y/N thought back to the events of yesterday and smiled. "No yeah, if I was Gyu, I would be traumatized."

"So are any of you guys gonna run the truck?" Joshua asked.

Jeonghan was the first to speak up, "Well I would love to, really I would, but no one else can handle Guest Services. What a shame!" he pouted.

Joshua joined in, "Yeah and I'm only trained in the cafe so..."

The rest of the friends ignored the twos' fake sympathy.

Chan walked over to the list.

"Oh! It looks like Shownu already offered to take the truck for tomorrow and Thursday! And Johnny took Wednesday and Saturday."

Jun turned to Jihoon, "Do you want to throw the truck on Tuesday? I can help you too!" he suggested

Jihoon thought for a moment.

"Hmmm. I guess that'd be fine. But I'll probably need support in market afterwards."

Soonyoung's ears seemed to perk up to the mention of needing help in market.

"JI I CAN HELP YOU! PLEASE!" he desperately said.

Wonwoo looked at him puzzled.

"Why do you want to work in market so bad?"

Soonyoung stood up. It seemed like he was about to deliver a speech in front of a huge crowd.

"BECAUSE! I've only had shifts in drive up AND ITS TOO HOT TO BE OUTSIDE GIVING CUSTOMERS THEIR ORDERS! If i'm out in the sun for another day I will die of heatstroke!" he exclaimed.

"I WANT TO EXPERIENCE BEING IN THE COOLERS AND FREEZERS!"

Y/N gently pat his back affectionately.

"It's okay Soonie. I'll buy you ice cream after your shift today okay!"

After Soonyoung eventually calmed down after his little burst, the group continued to plan out the truck schedule.

"I'm in fulfillment this whole week. The batches don't even drop until the store opens so I'm sure me and Vernon can handle it! We can take a day for the truck!" Y/N cheered.

Y/N turned to Vernon.

"Vernon what day do you want to take?"

Vernon just shrugged, "I'm cool with whatever"

Minghao took a look at the list so far.

"Well we only have one day left to fill. Any takers?"

Chan quickly pointed to Seungkwan, who was literally minding his own business.

"I heard Seungkwan say he wants to volunteer!"

Seungkwan gave Chan the most bombastic side eye.

"I SAID NO SUCH THING! I HAVE NO TIME FOR THE TRUCK! HAVE YOU SEEN MY DEPARTMENT??!? I SPEND MOST IF MY TIME PICKING UP AFTER THE CUSTOMERS COMPLETELY TRASH THE PLACE!!"

Chan ignored his pleas and just gave Seungkwan a tight lipped smile.

"All I'm hearing are excuses"

"WHY YOU LITTLE-"

And so therefore an argument had erupted.

While Chan and Seungkwan were bickering the others turned to Y/N and Vernon.

Jihoon looked over at the two, "Can you guys really handle the truck on Friday?"

Y/N seemed to take offense to his comment.

She scoffed playfully, "Why? You think I can't because I'm a woman?"

"Nah Y/N I don't think we're concerned about you. It's Vernonie over here." Hao butted in. "I haven't seen him do much heaving lifting at work."

Joshua joined in too.

"Yeah to be honest, I don't think I see Vernon work at all. He usually does one batch and I swear he disappears for the rest of his shift!" he exclaimed.

This seemed to catch Cheol's attention. He made a mental note to check the cameras and see where Vernon would go off to.

Y/N shook her head. "Y'all are underestimating Kpoppapī. He's been working out."

Vernon nodded his head in agreement.

"Yeah. I gym."

"OKAY BUT HOW COME YOU WONT TAKE A TRUCK DAY HUH!" Seungkwan shouted.

Chan was quick to defend himself, "YOU KNOW ITS BACK TO SCHOOL SEASON! IM STRUGGLING IN THE SEASONAL DEPARTMENT! ALL I CAN SMELL ARE CRAYONS! CRAYONS!" he raised his hands like a mad man.

The rest of the group decided to focus back on the two arguing.

"Why doesn't Seokmin just take the last day?" Wonwoo suggested.

A loud gasp was heard from Y/N.

"NO! My little cupcake HATES running the truck" Y/N frowned, "I will not let that happen!"

(The favoritism is really showing)

Jihoon decided to speak up, "Well if I have to have Soonyoung help me in market, the least he should do is take a truck day."

"HOW DARE YOU!" Soonyoung said.

Hao seemed to agree, "Yeah that makes sense."

Soonyoung shook his head, "WHY DOESNT WONWOO TAKE A DAY!"

Soon more and more voices started to join in.

At this point there were 3 different arguments happening all at the same time.

"HOW ABOUT WE RECONSIDER JOSHU-"

While the whole group was busy arguing over who would take the last day, one person quietly made their way to a seat with the truck schedule in their hands.

Everyone else was too busy arguing to pay attention.

With a smile on his face, Jeonghan quickly wrote down a name on the very last spot.

Once he finished his task, he sat back and continued to watch his friends argue over the, now solved, issue.

He quietly snickered while rubbing his hands together like an evil villain waiting for his plan to be carried out.

On the schedule listed the following:

Mon - Shownu

Tues - Jihoon & Jun

Wed - Johnny

Thurs - Shownu

Fri - Y/N & Vernon

Sat - Johnny

Sun - Seungcheol

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Rave’N- Ajax Petropolus

“Dude just go ask her out,” Xavier says to Ajax who has been staring at Y/n.

“But what if she says no,” Ajax says back looking self conscious.

“I’m not exactly the best guy to date. I literally turn people to stone.” He tells Xavier.

“Yeah and I’m sure she won’t care I mean she is literally a shapeshifter,” Xavier tells Ajax.

“I know but still,” Ajax says looking defeated.

“At least go ask her what she got for outreach day,” Xavier says while pushing Ajax towards you.

“Oh hey Ajax,” I say as he pops up beside me.

“Hey Y/n, what did you get for outreach day?” He questions smiling.

“Oh I got pilgrim world but Wednesday asked me to switch so now I have Uriah’s heap,” I tell him.

“That place gives me the creeps,” I say with fake shivers and a joking smile.

“No way I got Uriah’s heap,” he tells me.

“At least we can suffer together,” he says joking.

“If your there then it won’t really be suffering,” I tell him.

“I got to get to class I’ll see you later Ajax,” I say to him as I walk off.

Outreach day

“Hey Xavier do you know where Ajax is?” I ask him.

“Uh no I don’t actually,” he tells me while looking down at me.

“Darn he was supposed to meet me here so we can walk to Uriah’s Heap together,” I tell him frowning.

“Well thanks anyway I’ll see you later Xavier,” I say to him as I start my journey towards Uriah’s Heap.

“Y/n,” I hear my name being called.

“Hey Y/n wait up,” when I finally turn around I notice Ajax trying to catch up with me.

“Oh there you are. I was looking for you earlier I even asked Xavier if he knew where you were,” I tell him as he falls in step next to me.

“Yeah sorry I was running a little late I couldn’t find my hat,” he tells me looking a little shy about mentioning his hat.

“It’s okay I didn’t walk alone for that long,” I say as we step into Uriah’s Heap.

“It smells like decaying old people in here,” I say to Ajax with my nose scrunched up.

“You got that right,” he says as he covers his nose.

“I regret switching with Wednesday,” I say almost gagging from the smell.

“At least you have me here,” Ajax says trying to be helpful.

“That’s true I could be stuck here with Bianca,” I say as both me and Ajax laugh. For the most of the day Ajax and I just do restock and deal with the few customers who come in. When it’s time to leave we haven’t really gotten to talk that much.

“It sucks we didn’t get to talk a lot today. Who knew a antique store would have so much to do,” I tell him with a tired smile as we leave the store.

“Yeah I wish we could have talked more,” he said looking at me with a frown.

“I wonder how Wednesday like working in pilgrim world,” I say mostly asking myself.

“Why did she want to switch in the first place?” He asks me.

“I actually have no idea she said she needed to “check it out” whatever that means,” I tell him while quoting Wednesday.

“Are you signing up to decorate for the Rave’n?” I ask him.

“Nah probably not I still haven’t even asked the girl I want to ask,” he says looking down at the side walk.

“Oh well me and Enid are helping decorate it would be fun if you joined us,” I tell him with a small smile.

“Who is the girl you want to ask,” I ask trying to be subtle.

“Oh uh it’s not important,” he said trying to cover up his nervousness.

“Well you should ask her before someone else does. There isn’t that much time left before the dance,” I tell him as I walk on the bus to find Enid.

“Yeah,” Ajax whispers to himself.

One day before the Rave’n

“I can’t believe he still hasn’t asked you. It’s obvious he likes you,” Enid says trying to cheer me up.

“Maybe he doesn’t maybe he was just being nice,” I say feeling dejected.

“Maybe I just shouldn’t go to the dance. I’m going to be one of the only girls without a date,” I tell Enid as I begin to gather my things from the table we were sitting at.

“What no you can do that you have to go,” she pleads with me.

“Wednesday not going,” I tell her trying to make my point.

“Actually uh she is now,” Enid says with a sheepish smile.

“What so now I’m going to be the only girl who doesn’t go to the Rave’n,” I say feeling pathetic.

“It will be okay Y/n. You should just come to the dance and hang out with me and my date,” Enid says trying to make me feel better.

“I don’t want to be a third wheel Enid,” I say as I turn the corridor to my room.

“I will think about going but I’m not making promises, okay?” I tell her as I open my door to my room.

“Okay I will see you tomorrow Y/n,” she says frowning.

The day of the Rave’n

“Dude why didn’t you ask Y/n you said you would,” Enid says as she walks up to Ajax with an angry expression.

“I didn’t think she would want to go with me,” he says while feeling like crap for not asking you.

“Well now she probably won’t go to the dance at all because she doesn’t want to be the only girl without a date,” Enid says making him feel worse.

“Is she is in her room?” Ajax asks Enid.

“Yeah she is probably reading she does that a lot when she is sad,” Enid tells him.

“Okay thank you,” Ajax shouts at Enid as he runs to find Y/n.

Knock knock

“Enid I told you I’m not going to the dance,” I say opening the door expecting to see Enid. Instead I see Ajax with a bouquet flowers.

“What are you doing here Ajax?” I ask him while looking at the flowers in his hand.

“I uh well I wanted to know if I still had a shot at taking you to the Rave’n?” He says trying to stay calm.

“I wasn’t really planning on going,” I say back trying not to give into how sweet he is.

“I know Enid told me but I wanted you to know that I was going to ask you to the dance since outreach day but I thought you would say no. So I just didn’t and now I feel really bad because I really want to go with you and I’m sorry,” Ajax rambles off while handing me the flowers.

“Really?” I ask him while looking at the flowers with a smile.

“Yes so will you please do me the honor of going to the Rave’n with me?” Ajax ask hoping he wasn’t to late.

“Pick me up at 6 Pm,” I tell him as I shut the door.

“Yes,” I hear Ajax shout from behind the door.

#ajax x reader #ajax #ajax petropolus #wednesday netflix #wednesday imagine #xavier thorpe #enid sinclair #rave’n #wednesday

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Description: you and Scott go to his ex-girlfriend’s house to pick up his daughter, but you know how that goes…one thing leads to another

Pairing: Scott Lang x Black fem reader

Note: hi loves! How are you feeling? I hope you enjoy this my writing is like v shitty I literally haven’t did this in a while 🧍🏾

N/n = nickname 🫶🏾

“Do you have everything?” I said while turning around facing my husband. With hearing that he started to pay his pockets to feel if he has at least his wallet, keys, etc.

“Yeah” he said still patting his pockets just to make sure, he then looked up and nodded to confirm he had everything.

with that we walked out of our small condo, it wasn’t too small but not too big, basically just the right size. Anyway, Scott locked the door and got into the car then we drove off.

Today was Scott’s time to have his daughter Cassie with him. He could only take her on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday since Friday she had to go to practice for gymnastics.

But here we are driving down the streets of California to see Cassie, I love Cassie a lot she’s a sweetheart but I just hate how Maggie’s now boyfriend has been treating Scott.

When we pulled up to the house you can see both Maggie and Jim sautéing on the porch watching Cassie play in the front yard. Scott pulled up and parked the car, he then looked at me and said “honey promise me you won’t say anything to Jim, I know he’s a asshat but I just don’t want to hear his voice right now I just want my daughter”

I sighed and nodded slightly. “But if he says something to me first or even you I’m gonna say something he doesn’t like” I said while pointing a finger to Scott, he chuckled at me and raised his hand to remove some of the braids covering my face “honey, just promise.”

I sighed and nodded “yeah yeah okay fine” I replied while getting out the car and closing the door. When I was out the side I turned around to see Scott coming around the car to walk next to me

Cassie saw the both of us and had a wide smile on her face “DADDY!! N/N!!!” she said happily while running up to us and hugging us both— or should I said tried to hug us both, since her arms are too small to wrap around the both of us

“Hey sweetheart” Scott said while picking her up and kissing her cheek. She giggled happily and looked at me “hi princess” I said waving to her, she waved back and asked Scott can he put her down so she can show me her favorite dolls

While I was playing with Cassie and her dolls , Scott was talking to Maddie and Jim. Mainly Jim, he couldn’t stop talking over Scott which was getting very annoying

“Hey cass, I’m gonna go talk to your daddy okay?” I said and she nodded then continued to play with her dolls. I walked up near the porch and heard jim threatening Scott to never see Cassie again

“I would make sure that you won’t ever see Cassie again” he said just before I walked up “you’ll do what?” I said walking up to him with a cocked eyebrow

Maddie wasn’t outside at the time, so it was just me, Scott and Jim “honey…it’s fine I got this” Scott turned to me and said in a calm tone. “Scott no, he’s trying to not make you see Cassie again and I know how much you love her, I don’t care if he’s a goddamn cop” I said clearly frustrated that all Jim is trying to do is abuse his power as a cop

“Y/n I-“ Scott cut himself off, I started at him with a concerned face. Scott has been feeling a bit insecure lately because of Jim. He’s been making rude remarks because of his work title and how he used to steal things

But me being a supportive wife, I stood up for him “Scott honey, let’s talk about this back at the house” I said while turning to look at Jim.

“And you, stop being a goddamn dick all the time, at least Scott is trying to do better but you just keep tearing him down you asshat” I added while pointing at Jim, he was in pure shock

Scott then took that as a chance to leave and picked up Cassie then putting her in the booster seat, buckling her up in the process with her dolls next to her

I huffed and walked down the porch steps “we’ll bring Cassie back by 6” I added while walking back to the car. I opened the passenger door and got in, Scott looked at me then spoke up “hey…y/n you didn’t have to do that” he said sheepishly rubbing his neck

“Yeah I didn’t have to, i wanted to” I replied straightforwardly “I’m tired of him treating you like you don’t do anything, when you do!” I added

He smiled softly “Thanks y/n, I’m so glad to have you here with me” he said while grabbing my hand, Jesus if I was a white girl I would’ve been redder than a tomato “Scott, I’m glad to have you here with me too” I said smiling warmly at him

While we were in our warm moment I heard a voice “umm so are you guys done ? Can we go to McDonald’s??” Cassie said. Me and Scott chuckled at her “yeah we can go to McDonald’s sweetheart” he said starting up the car

“YAYYYYY!” Cassie said with her fist pumped in the air “someone’s excited huh?” I said looking back at her. She nodded happily and we drove off

#ant man #scott lang #black reader #black fem reader #the avengers #tony stark #peter parker #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #sam wilsom #bucky barnes #thor odinson #loki layfeson #bruce banner #vision

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justanothereddiemunsonslut · 2 years

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The Table In The Woods

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (masterlist)

Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Working with Eddie Munson as your science assignment partner has meant spending a lot of time together (cute slow burn in progress)

Note: It has been FOREVER, I’m so sorry! I fully intend to continue this series and put up new parts more often! Thank you for reading! Also it’s still doing the duplicating paragraphs around the read more thing so sorry about that but I can’t figure out how to fix it.

Part 4: ‘86 Baby

You sit against the wall outside Hawkins high, head resting back and your eyes shut, listening to your Walkman as the afternoon sun warms your legs. The parking lot had emptied out significantly in the fifteen minutes you’d been waiting, the noise of students dying down. Then a foot taps against the sole of your shoes, like a knock at the door, and you squint up at Eddie Munson.

…

“M’lady,” he says with an outstretched hand offering to help you up, “sorry I’m late, Mr K is up our ass about finals!”

You take his hand and hoist yourself off the concrete, “I figured as much.” Mr K was notorious for not letting classes out on time, especially when he got started on a rant about ‘the importance of your education’. The two of you cross the parking lot to Eddie’s van while he went on mocking the English and history teacher, quite accurately you had to admit.

It had been just over a week since you started your science project at Eddie’s trailer and so far everything was going well. Only one day had to be missed when Eddie had Hellfire, and you only had to leave him to do it on his own the Thursday afternoon you were working. It was strange to think that just a couple of weeks ago you and Eddie had no real reason to interact with one another and now it would seem wrong to go even a single day without seeing him.

…

“Look at this!” he’d wailed, as you had barely stepped out of your car on Wednesday afternoon, waving one of the devil’s ivy plants above his head.

“What?” you called back.

“LOOK! Look at it!”

With the despair in his voice you’d thought it must have died but as you got closer, and got him to stop waving it about like a mad man, you realised, “it literally looks the same as yesterday, what’s wrong?”

“Look! Right here! This leaf!” Eddie held the plant a little too close to your face and lifted one tiny leaf with one finger. “It’s brown!”

He wasn’t wrong but you were still confused as to why he was so worked up about it, “and..?”

“‘And?’ That means it doesn’t like my music! It is DYING because it thinks my guitar SUCKS! Do you SEE?!” He seemed genuinely hurt.

You felt bad for laughing but you couldn’t help it, Eddie glared at you for not taking this seriously.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! But it’s fine, it is just one little leaf, it probably has nothing to do with the music,” you said, trying to convince him that this small devil’s ivy didn’t have an issue with him personally.

He held the plant level with his face and narrowed his eyes at it, “so you don’t even care enough about me for that to be the reason you’re dying?” he interrogated the plant itself.

“It’s not dying! And we’re tracking growth anyway, one brown leaf doesn’t really make a difference.”

“But that’s like, anti-growth! So we have to track it!” He turned his attention back to the plant, “why do you hate me you son of a bitch?”

“Maybe it’s just not a metalhead, okay? It doesn’t hate you. Just like me, I’m not a metalhead but I tolerate you,” you smirk and give the side of his foot a tap with yours.

“Hey! I thought we were friends what’s all this ‘tolerate’ business?” he jested back.

…

On Friday Eddie had found you at your locker with the intent to change your plans.

“Y/n! Hey,” he hurried over and gave the side of your foot a light kick, “so I just found out that we are meant to have a, uh, sports running something or other thing on instead of last period today-“

“They’ve been telling us that for weeks, how did you not know this?” His complete oblivion to the school calendar was unbelievable to you.

“That’s not the point here. The point is, I am not going to that so unless you also want to skip out on it and leave early you’ll have to catch a bus to-“ mid-scheming Eddie was interrupted by none other than your gym teacher.

“Mr Munson,” he bellowed, “I expect you’ll be making up for your less than adequate attendance in my class by putting in a full effort in this afternoons event.”

Eddie, after making a face that said kill me now, spun around in his full charismatic fashion, threw his arms open and grinned, “there he is! You know, Mr Brant, we were just talking about that and about what a darn shame it is that I have a very urgent appointment this afternoon that just cannot be missed,” he stuck his bottom lip out at your unimpressed teacher. You pretended to busy yourself with something in your locker so Mr Brant wouldn’t see that you were stifling a laugh.

“And here I was thinking you had high hopes of graduating this year, a shame indeed,” Mr Brant said, rightfully not buying it.

“Wait, what?” You didn’t expect Eddie to drop the act that easily. “I’m passing though, no one said this thing counts towards our grades.”

“For those students who are barely clinging to their pass, it will.” With one last pointed look Mr Brant continued on his way down the hall. Eddie looked pissed.

“I feel kinda bad for saying but I wish I had some popcorn for that,” you say, trying to break the tension.

“Ugghh!” Eddie threw his head back against the lockers. “Can you tell me anything worse than running with our entire year in this heat?!”

“Having to repeat your senior year again just because you ditched today,” you suggested, closing your locker.

He gave a melodramatic sigh, “y/n, your wisdom knows no bounds.”

That afternoon you spotted Eddie in the gym amongst the crowd of seniors and made your way over to him and his friends, “I’m impressed. Looks like this could be your year after all, Munson,” you tease.

“It better be if I’m enduring this.”

You all sat on the hard gym floor as Mr Brant explained his expectations, making it clear that anyone with low attendance or wavering grades needed to make up for it today, going on about effort and how this 5000m is ‘about more than running’. Seriously, what else could it be about? you thought.

“5000m?!” Eddie whispered, horrified, “how many miles is that?”

“Like 3,” you said, Eddie slumped over and groaned at the mere thought. You knocked his foot with yours, “you really gonna run that in jeans?”

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to run it at all in the first place so I don’t have anything else,” he mumbled. You thought you had been dreading the long distance run but at least you were prepared with gym clothes.

“If you’re lucky maybe you’ll collapse of heat exhaustion real early on then you won’t have to do it,” you joked, tapping your head with your index finger as if this was a genius idea, Eddie shook his head and laughed quietly.

As soon as you were outside and on the starting line though, all jokes were forgotten and heat exhaustion suddenly seemed like a very likely possibility. With zero clouds in the sky the sun was beating down with a thick, burning heat. You could feel sweat already beading on the back of your neck and you hadn’t even started yet. Of all the days they just had to pick today! you thought, the hottest freaking day all month!

One of your friends, Sarah, had lined up with you, “can we make a pact to go together? I know I’m not going to be able to keep up running for long and I don’t want to look like a loser for walking.”

Sports have never been her strong suit, but nearly every other school subject she aced with ease. You’d met a few weeks into your freshman year when she and her family moved to Hawkins and she ended up in most of your classes. Both of you being academically inclined, and particularly interested in science, had ended up hanging around the same group of like minded students and becoming friends. Sarah was one of those people who was going to achieve amazing things and knew it. She was driven, self assured and one of the smartest people you’d ever met, adults included.

Considering you weren’t confident in your athleticism either, you agreed to partner up.

You both tried to jog until at least a few other people had stopped to walk before slowing down yourselves. After regaining some breath Sarah asked, “how’s your science assignment going? Are you actually getting anything done?”

You frowned, “what do you mean?” Even though you knew what she meant. Sarah may be your friend but she could be quite judgemental when it came to your peers.

“Are you having to do the whole thing yourself? We all know Eddie isn’t A+ material.”

You felt yourself becoming defensive, “well neither am I. I’m pulling a B in science, have been all year.”

“Oh I know, but you know what I mean. It sucks that you got stuck with someone so… unfocused,” she said.

“I didn’t ‘get stuck’ with him, we just ended up partnering. And actually he’s doing most of the work at the moment, I’m going to do more of the paperwork stuff once we have our data.”

Sarah went on not realising that you were getting annoyed, feelings and social cues another one of her weak points, “you haven’t got your data yet?” She was shocked, of course, thinking that everyone aims to finish their assignments weeks before they’re due.

“Let’s jog for a bit,” you said, purely to put an end to the conversation.

When it was time to leave you met up with Eddie. His face was bright red, his hair was even more unruly than usual and sticking to his face, his shirt was drenched with sweat and he was carrying his jacket, still breathing heavy. You didn’t feel like you looked much better.

“Graduation is back on,” you said, trying to remind him this would be worth it.

“‘86 baby,” is all he could manage to get out. You looked at each other in mutual exhaustion then staggered to the van in silence.

You were both so wrecked that neither of you cared that no music played the whole drive. Once home, Eddie swapped his soaked hellfire shirt for a slate grey sleeveless top. You immediately found yourself staring at Eddie’s arms, he usually had at least half length sleeves on, luckily you catch yourself and force your eyes away before he notices. You didn’t speak until the second record for your experiment was about halfway through. Both of you were collapsed on the floor, you sitting against the wall with your eyes closed, Eddie sprawled out on his back, as much as was possible in the cramped living area of the trailer. Every so often Eddie let his foot fall to the side, tapping yours.

“I could really go for a milkshake right now,” Eddie said dreamily.

“I would kill for a milkshake,” you said, not moving.

“Oh sorry, I don’t actually have milk or anything to make a milkshake,” Eddie gingerly pushed himself up to lean back on his hands.

You opened your eyes and looked down at Eddie with a deadpan expression.

“You have crushed my every dream.”

Eddie gave a surprised laugh and you smiled as you rested your head back and closed your eyes again.

“You know, you’re funny sometimes.”

“And you lie about having milkshakes sometimes.”

…

Now, Monday, after you’d completed a round of music for all your plants and taken notes and measurements, with a generous amount of time wasting in between, Eddie drives you home.

The van pulls up outside your house, Eddie puts it in park and raps his knuckles on the steering wheel.

“Thanks for the ride.” You undo your seat belt, a necessity when it comes to Eddie’s driving, and notice he is fidgeting with his rings, focused on twisting one around and around.

“Hey, uh,” he starts, “I have something for you.”

He reaches behind and rummages through a bag to pull out a cassette. He holds it for a moment, then extends his whole arm to present it to you, even though you are sitting right next to him in the passenger seat. You take it from him and Eddie’s arm moves back to pull some of his hair over his face as you look down at it. Scrawled across the front in red marker are the words ‘INTRO TO METAL’. The letters are jagged with no smooth lines, the O’s look like diamonds.

“Just if you ever feel like having some metal in your life other than when you’re with me,” he said through his hair. “So obviously it’s got master of puppets on there because that was your true intro to metal, but now you can listen to the whole thing not just me playing it on guitar-“ his words were picking up speed now and he wasn’t hiding his face anymore, “-and then there’s that Judas Priest one that you were tapping along to when it was playing on the way to school the other day-“

Eddie got lost in explaining the mix he’d compiled for you. He hadn’t looked directly at you since he’d given it to you but you watched him intently. You didn’t generally comment on the music Eddie played while driving, you couldn’t believe he paid attention to even your smallest reactions. You studied his face as he gushed about his favourite bands and their best songs. The way his cheeks lifted when he smiled and the dimples that appeared. The brightness of his eyes, despite their dark colour, and the way they widened every time he remembered something else to tell you. He was so animated with the way he jostled around in his seat, too excited to keep still, and clicked his fingers or drummed on his legs. The way his perfectly messy hair would get in his eyes and he’d shake it back out of the way. He really was gorgeous.

“So yeah, no big deal if you don’t listen to it. I just thought you might like it,” Eddie finished with a soft smile, glancing at you and then down to the steering wheel. It takes you a second to snap out of the trance you were in.

“Eddie, of course I’ll listen to it!” He looked up at you with relief. You tried to hold back the stupid grin that wanted to make its way across your face, “thank you.”

You looked back at the cassette in your hands, noticing the feeling of warmth in your cheeks, “so I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said.

“Yeah, see ya.”

Eddie waved out his window as he sped off and you watched him fly around the corner before you went inside, cradling your gift in your hands.

#if you read this then thank you soooo much!!#i have so many ideas for the rest of this series I’m so excited #going to try to get new parts out regularly #the table in the woods #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie x reader series

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gorochuva · 2 months

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Hi I missed WIP Wednesday but here's the first 7 pages of my fic for the @magireco-minibang, tentatively titled "To Understand"

“I really didn’t wanna leave you like this, sweetheart!” Iroha’s mother begged. “Everything about this trip was so last-minute.”

“Are you sure it’s even safe?” asked Iroha. “I mean, that tsunami was just a city or two over!”

“We’ll be fine! But, what about you? You’ll be all on your own until the Kanames get settled in.”

“Honestly, don’t worry about me. You know I can handle all of the chores.”

“Yes, of course, but still, I wish you would think about studying abroad~”

Iroha giggled sheepishly. “I don’t know about going overseas.”

“Is there something that you really wanted to stay here for?”

“Yeah! Something like that…”

“Well, alright then.” Iroha’s mother sighed. “I still have no idea how you turned out to be so responsible.”

***

“Oh, I made two again.” Iroha giggled, looking over the extra bento. “You want it, Madoka? It would save you the trouble.”

Madoka smiled. “Sure, if you don’t mind.”

It’s kinda hard to believe it’s only been a week since Walpurgisnacht, Madoka thought to herself. It was really nice of Mr. and Mrs. Tamaki to let us stay here while they’re on their business trip. I just hope the repairs to Mitakihara finish up before they get back.

She looked over to the other girl, flashing back to a pair of beady red eyes.

Should I… tell her?

***

“Alright then, why don’t you go ahead and introduce yourself?”

“I’m Madoka Kaname, it’s nice to meet you all!”

“You came here from Mitakihara, is that right?” the teacher asked.

“Y-yes, that’s right! Um, the whole city was destroyed by uh- a- a huge storm!” Madoka stammered, careful to tiptoe around any mention of Walpurgisnacht. “We’ll be living here for at least a year or two while the city is being rebuilt. I hope we can all get along in that time.”

“Thank you, Miss Kaname. Why don’t you go ahead and take a seat in the back row up there, next to Miss Tamaki?”

“Oh! Okay.”

“Listen, Kyubey,” thought Iroha, “I have some questions about the wish you supposedly granted for me when I became a Magical Girl.”

“Oh, this again?” the catlike creature replied telepathically. “I already told you, I don’t know much of anything. The nature of the wish, any names, even if you used it for yourself or someone else.”

“But isn’t there some way I can remember it?”

“Well, you normally wouldn’t forget it in the first place. So, maybe part of your wish was for the wish itself to be concealed?”

“You mean, like I wished for everyone to forget what my wish even was, myself included? I can’t imagine why I’d do that.”

“You really want to know, don’t you?”

“Of course I do! I risk my life every day, fighting for that wish, and I don’t even know what it is!”

Kyubey glanced at the new rosette sitting next to Iroha. “Then I believe Madoka Kaname might have your answer.”

“Madoka? Why, what’s she have to do with it?”

“I can’t say. You’ll have to ask her yourself.”

“Huh?”

Withholding information because it’s not his place to say? That didn’t sound like the Kyubey she knew at all.

***

“I’m totally supposed to be on cleaning duty today, but I’ve got something to do! Someone,” their classmate begged, “pretty please, cover for me?”

“Really?” complained the azurenette walking with her. “Didn’t you do this last time, too?”

“That was completely different!” the girl defended. “That was an emergency, I couldn’t help it!”

“U-um,” Madoka stuttered. “If you’d like, I could do it.”

“Would you?” The other girl fell to her knees, holding her arms out to Madoka. “New kid, you’re the sweetest! A literal angel!”

“C’mon, don’t encourage her!” Iroha snapped back. “Besides, we’re supposed to go out and-” she lowered her voice. “Y’know…”

Madoka simply smiled. “It’s fine, just go on ahead. See you at home, okay?”

“I- … Okay…”

***

“Thanks so much for coming,” said Kuroe. “I know we just met up the other day. Sorry, I don’t mean to be a bother.”

“No, it’s fine. I think it’s important to stay in touch with other Magical Girls in the city. So, what’s up?”

Kuroe didn’t respond.

“That Witch the other day was pretty tough, huh?” Iroha continued, “But overall, I think their numbers have been dropping lately! Not getting our hands on any new Grief Seeds is gonna be a problem eventually, but it’s better than Witches hurting innocent people. Being a Magical Girl makes me feel like I’m being useful for something, y’know? Like someone told me, “Hey, shut up and just serve your purpose,” and I showed them real quick!”

“I’m… happy for you, I guess.” Kuroe finally replied. “But what I wanted to talk to you about is… there’s this rumor going around that in Kamihama City, it seems Magical Girls can be saved.”

“Saved?” the rosette repeated. “Saved from what?”

“I think it means we wouldn’t have to fight Witches anymore.”

“So, there aren’t any Witches in Kamihama, then? But if there are Witches in other places, and there aren’t any Magical Girls around to defeat them, then… Kuroe, who did you hear this from?”

“Everyone’s been talking about the rumor!”

“Rumor? So, someone’s just been going around saying that Magical Girls can be saved if they go to Kamihama City? Suddenly, I find that hard to believe.”

“A girl had a dream about it- a lot of girls have had it. This little girl appears in front of you and says, “Come to Kamihama City. If you make it there, you can be saved from all this.””

“A simple dream turned into all that? You can’t really believe that, do you?”

Kuroe was quiet for a moment. “I believe it, because I saw it. Last night, I had the exact same dream about the exact same little girl. I find it hard to believe you don’t want that, Iroha. When you became a Magical Girl, what did you wish for?”

Iroha couldn’t answer.

“Mine was…” Kuroe reached into her pocket and pulled out her Soul Gem, a shining indigo color. “It seems silly now, but I wanted to go out with someone I liked. The two of us aren’t even together anymore, because I couldn’t make time for him as a Magical Girl. I lost the only thing I ever wanted at the time the same way I got it in the first place. Because I was short-sighted. Nothing in this world mattered more to me. If I had known it’d be like this, then I’d be better off if I never made that wish. Becoming a Magical Girl… what’s the point if you end up dead?!”

“But then you’re dying for the sake of the universe!” Iroha defended. Wait, she thought, what am I saying?...

“That’s weird, the train just went right past your stop.”

Looking out the window and seeing that the train indeed hadn’t stopped at the station, Iroha was pulled from her daze. “I can just get off at the next one,” she laughed. “How far are you taking the train, Kuroe?”

Kuroe fell silent again.

“Kamihama.”

Suddenly, everyone else on the train turned to face them, and shuffled towards them mindlessly. They each had the mark of a Witch somewhere on their face or neck. The two girls were separated by the crowd, and the Witch’s magic erupted, flooding everyone else out of the train and leaving only Iroha in its Labyrinth.

***

Iroha shot at a group of Familiars, revealing a manhole cover leading out of the train and into the Labyrinth proper. She jumped down, firing at the large tendrils of scaffolding, which contorted into a spherical dome encasing her and the Witch. She took aim.

“Wait, is the Labyrinth moving?”

#pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #magia record #magireco #magireco minibang

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ctrlaltsoob · 2 years

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20. stupid, stupid, stupid - take a hint (csb)

summary: worrying about anything else couldn’t matter less to huh y/n, who cares so desperately at beating the one and only choi soobin in absolutely everything she can. although maybe there are some things than only can take the trophy for first…

or where two people fail to realise that the line between love and hate is very thin, even though they might be the smartest in their studies.

warnings: swearing, empty insults, cliché writing pls i’m so sorry idk how to word things anymore

a/n: Hi . so college is busier than i expected (surprise), so i’m gonna update tah on wednesday evenings-thursday mornings GMT time. this weeks update is kinda underwhelming (literally filler) bc i was not prepared for how busy everything is

STILL i want to continue updating bc i like writing for fun so pls bear with me as i get used to this new lifestyle😭😭 i’m also in the process of writing a beomgyu one shot so keep an eye out for that !!

19. #goals | masterlist | 21. Okay…

more under the cut [wc. 1.9k]

stupid brain. stupid mind. stupid heart.

it’s what soobin’s been saying to himself for the past week. every little interaction with you has been replayed at least fifty times in his head, and he finds a new thing to regret and fret over each time. you’re slowly edging back to the shell of whatever relationship you had back then, and it hurts not only his head, but also his heart, because of course, you surely don’t see it that way. afterall, it’s always him who fails to interpret things correctly.

“what’s wrong with you?” soobin feels a finger poke at his side. he instantly recognises your voice, and your concern has his head spinning.

“nothing,” he shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets so that he doesn’t end up picking at his nails in front of you.

he hears you scoff beside him. “you’re a shit liar, you know?” he can hear the concern under your playful tone, and he hates it. he hates how you’re so considerate towards him, because it only messes with his head even more. “you always hide your hands when you get nervous, or when you’re lying.”

“are you stalking me? that’s a bit creepy,” he squints, watching as you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face. somehow he’s glad that he amuses you.

“i’m just a very observant person, and i just happen to notice that you do this often.”

hiding his hands is not something he does voluntarily, but rather something that he’s grown accustomed to whenever you’re around. shoving his hands in his pockets, or making sure they’re preoccupied with holding something ensures that he’s not doing something dumb, like tucking your hair behind your ears or holding onto your sleeve so that you don’t get lost when you walk in big crowds. yet somehow he ends up doing all this anyway, because while it’s a reflex to hide his hands away, it feels more natural to have them near you in some way. it’s not intentional, but rather a precautionary measure — one that never seems to work.

stupid brain.

“well, i’m fine,” he says, ignoring the way you squint your eyes in disbelief. the streets of seoul are busy as shit, and there’s way too many people here for his comfort, but he’d rather you not know that. “why do you ask?”

“because you look like you’d rather be anywhere but here,” you say truthfully, which makes him blink in surprise. “i know you hate big crowds, so why are you here today?”

“choi beomgyu is the root of all my problems,” he says, trying his best to not think about how you’re so attentive when it comes to him. “your stupid cousin is also to blame.”

he sees you roll your eyes, but with more intent this time. “sunghoon is so slow. i don’t understand how he is my blood.”

“must run in the family then.”

the way you glare at him and reach up to push his forehead makes him wonder what exactly thing one and two said for you to be so comfortable with him. it’s a little strange how you’ve essentially switched up so fast, but he’s glad about it nonetheless.

“i hate you,” you mumble, but the way the corner of your lips curve upwards ever so slightly tells him that there’s a chance you’re not telling the truth. “going back to the others now. you annoy me.”

“is that so?” there’s a fond smile on his face as you avoid his eyes. “is that why you’re still holding onto me so that you don’t get lost?”

your eyes shoot wide open as you quickly release your grasp on his bag. he chuckles softly upon seeing your reaction, grabbing your hand and returning it to its previous position.

“i’m only joking,” he laughs, wincing when your fingertips pinch his side. the huff you let out as you mutter out what seems to be a string of insults only makes him laugh even more.

as you two weave your way through the crowded streets of seoul, your hand moves to cling onto his arm. it’s not that big of a deal, but it is big enough to make his head spin with too many thoughts. you’re too close to him, way too close to him, especially when someone shoves past you and forces you into his side. a flurry of apologies leave your mouth afterwards, but he’s too busy trying to keep his face cool and stop thinking about how strangely cold it is once you’ve stepped away.

stupid mind.

by the time you’ve both reunited with your friends, soobin’s still trying to calm the annoying thoughts of you that keep invading his head. he hopes that no one can see how red his face is, or how bothered he’s suddenly become, but one short-lived eye contact with heesung tells him that he’s been found.

“you’re fucked,” his friend says, eyeing how soobin’s gaze has become hyperfocused on a random street sign. “you’re so fucked.”

“i literally do not know what you’re talking about.”

“the redness on your face says otherwise,” the arch in heesung’s brow makes soobin’s stomach plummet, because he swears he was doing a good job at hiding it. “you’re gonna kill yourself in the process if you keep denying this.”

“i deny nothing,” he says, immediately correcting himself with: “i mean, i deny nothing because there is nothing to deny.”

“right…”

“shut up.”

heesung decides to press no further, seeing how soobin’s arm is suddenly being dragged by your hand to a nearby food stall. he watches as you point out several foods, inevitably forcing the man to pay for all of your choices. it’s a strange sight, seeing as you two have the most dysfunctional relationship anyone’s ever seen — you push and he shoves, he pulls and you tug, yet here you are sharing street food from a random stall like you’re something akin to friends.

“you’re only here for my money,” soobin frowns, watching you nod contently. around half of his bank account has been drained purely because you keep pointing at things, and he keeps buying them for you.

“what use are men, if not for their wallets?” you say with an innocent look on your face, and although he knows you’re only joking, the idea of you only talking to him for something as materialistic as money and not something else has his heart dropping slightly.

“i could at least get a thank you,” he mutters, looking away to hide the red that creeps up on his face as your thumb wipes something from his face. “where are your manners?”

“is this enough?” you muse, hand still touching his face for no apparent reason. whatever mess you saw on his cheek must be long gone, but he finds that he quite likes the feeling of your hand against his skin. it’s strange, it’s unusual, yet your hand doesn’t move, nor does your thumb stop brushing the same spot of skin over and over again.

and when he turns his head to look at you, soobin makes the mistake of looking directly into your eyes. it makes his skin burn — he’s sure that you can see it too. you two work like pieces of unfinished clockwork, but your hand fits so nicely against his face that he’s starting to think this is something else.

flames burn within his chest as his eyes stare into yours. there’s something there, something that he can’t quite decipher yet. it feels like a weight pushing against his heart, trying to tell him something, but he can’t think clearly, not when you consume his mind as his heartbeat thrashes in his ears. it’s dangerous, but it’s not a new friend.

stupid fucking heart.

it’s not until your hand freezes and the regret flashes in your eyes that forces soobin back into reality. you’re not friends, you’re not lovers, and you’re certainly not close enough in the slightest to be acting like this, so you pull your hand away from his face which has his heart aching strangely. he knows that he shouldn’t have enjoyed that, and he knows that he shouldn’t be disappointed in the lack of skin-ship with you, so why does he suddenly feel empty without your touch against his skin?

“thanks,” you suddenly say, which only throws soobin’s mind into further peril. why are you so casual about this? why aren’t you freaking out like he is? it can’t just be him, right?

he can only nod as a response, too busy questioning everything to be able to come up with a concrete answer. your hand is far from him now, and you stand like two walls built incorrectly too close to each other. it’s awkward, to say the least, and when you stretch your hand outwards to offer him whatever food he ended up paying for, he finds himself staring at you for what seems the millionth time.

“what?”

“do you want some?” you ask this question like it’s not already obvious, like you weren’t just caressing his face in public. “i mean, you did buy it, afterall.”

soobin doesn’t say anything as he pulls a warm bun out from the paper bag, for fear of his voice cracking or something stupid like that. he soon realises that you’ve chosen red bean buns, something that you bought for him years ago because they were his favourite thing to eat whenever he got hungry. you probably don’t even remember that, so he tells himself that it’s just some random coincidence and not your thoughtfulness coming into play. you’re not friends, he tells himself.

you’re not friends.

soobin feels stupid. he feels stupid because he can’t properly talk to you, and he feels stupid because he wants to properly talk to you. somehow everything seems stupid when it comes to you, like all logic and common sense flies out the window whenever you come into the picture. it’s frustrating, for lack of a better word, that soobin fails to function like a normal human being whenever you’re around. he blames you, for existing, for making his life so difficult.

perhaps a life without you would be easier. a blessing where you’re not invading his thoughts, affecting his mannerisms, confusing his mind — without you, life would be straightforward, uncomplicated. he believes this like the feeling of you dragging him around the city doesn’t make him feel carefree, like seeing you in his shirt doesn’t make his head spin, because he refuses to admit any of this. he refuses to acknowledge the affect you have on him, purely because it makes him feel dumb.

still, you exist in his life to make it so irritatingly complicated. but he lets you take his hand and do whatever you want because he’s, well, stupid.

taglist (open): @bergandysam @beepbopbee @minbit @shwizhies @glyxiebear @lowxkie @rlajjunie @nobodyshallenter

#choi soobin x reader #soobin x reader #soobin smau #soobin fic #txt fic #soobin: take a hint #choi soobin #tomorrow x together #social media au

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 19 days

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Lovely Covey!!

I actually don't get the anon emoji thing either, but decided to do it and it's just so much fun for absolutely no reason. I like being kiwi anon. I think it would be fun to guess who the anons are, but then again I already accidentally gave my identity away to you.

For fun today I had my uncle who knows nothing about Percy Jackson guess a bunch of the characters names and it was so funny. He didn't get a single one right.

Also, I think I might officially ask my best friend out on Wednesday which is exciting and terrifying so we'll see if i really do! I know I kinda said that before, but I only asked him to be my date not actually date me so. did that makes sense? I've literally never done dating before so idk how it's supposed to work and I feel dumb about the whole trying to ask someone out thing 😭

Why do I ramble so much?

How was your day, Covey?

-🥝anon

if it makes yall happy, i don't really care, but it is slightly confusing that we have the anons to...ya know...keep you guys ANONYOMUS but then you want to do an event to reveal who you are?? see how the math isn't really mathing on that one??? don't get me wrong, i wanna know who each of you are, but this is a bit of a backwards way to do it lmao-

also i LOVE seeing those tiktoks they are always so funny!!! that must have been so much fun!!

okay okay i understand feeling dumb about it, but i promise you he's probs nervous too!! it doesn't have to be a super formal thing, just a simple offer for another date or whatever, ya know??? but CONGRATS that's so fun!!!

also...when did i become a relationship page??? i feel like i've got like three anon's im helping get boyfriends and what not and im feeling robbed over here, single af. but you know what they say, coach doesn't play, am i right??? (im crying, pls god send me a bf he doesn't even have to be cute all i ask for is funny-)

my day was longgggggggg lots of plane rides lmao and now im home and since i gotta be up in less than four hours for school, imma jsut pull an all nighter. this is genuinely a bad idea and i SHOULD be stopped but Y O L O !!

#return to sender ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ

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corrodedseraphine · 2 years

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dreamland | eddie munson x harrington!reader #11

pairing: eddie munson x harrington!reader

summary: After breaking up with Jason, you end up in a pretend relationship with Eddie to piss your ex off. The more you know each other the more the pretending dissappears.

the story is also avaliable on ao3

masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

Songs which I mentioned: Queen - I Want to Break Free | ABBA - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! | Bryan Adams - Heaven

The story which y/n was reading to Eddie was 'The Kiss' by Kate Chopin

Also if you are curious about the sequel, which y/n wrote, I wrote one myself and you can find it here

Eddie managed to beg the teacher for another chance to improve his grades. The list he got seemed endless. Having seen it and shown it to you at one of the breaks, he immediately wanted to give up. You couldn't let that happen. He had two weeks to prepare. The deadline was the day before the charity ball you were supposed to go to together. The first days of studying passed terribly reluctantly for you. Eddie's uncle, seeing him over the books, could not get out of admiration. When you first went there to study he sat there impressed for the first fifteen minutes watching you and listening as you began to explain the rules of pronunciation. Unfortunately his presence had a bad influence on Eddie, he couldn't concentrate. On Wednesday and Thursday you studied with him, and when you left you always left him a few sentences to translate for the next day. To your surprise he always got everything done, not necessarily well, but it was the willingness that counted. You appreciated how he exemplified himself. When Friday came your house was in chaos. Everyone was getting ready to leave. Suitcases and bags were literally banging everywhere.

"Does it always look like this?" asked Robin sitting down next to you on the couch.

"It's always much worse." You rolled your eyes "Your presence here is like salvation, at least no one has argued yet."

"Nothing like a good old argument before you leave, I think it happens in every house" she laughed.

"It's good that you understand me. What are your plans?"

"Two days at the lake partying and getting drunk to the point of unconsciousness."

"Just don't drown, I want to have you both back whole and healthy!" you leaned your head against her shoulder.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" she asked.

"You know Steve doesn't like me spending time with your friends" you said.

"I think he wouldn't mind if all his buddies didn't drool at the sight of you" you snorted with laughter. "And do you have any plans for the weekend?"

"Eddie is coming to study."

"Munson? To study? I thought you were better at making up excuses." She looked at you with a grimace on her face.

"I'm helping him with his Spanish so he can finally pass school." You explained.

"I'm able to believe that... And after learning, what will you do? Practice the language in a slightly different way?" she laughed.

"Robin!" you patted her forehead. "After learning I don't know, maybe he'll go home, maybe we'll watch a movie. Certainly nothing of the things that have been born in your sick mind!"

"Say what you want, but one thing I am sure of, Edward Munson will not leave this house for another two days." She replied giving you a pat on the forehead.

The sound of a bell rang through the house. You looked at your watch. It was too early. Steve, standing closest to the door, opened it.

"Oh, hi Steve." Eddie said. "Is y/n home? She was supposed to help me today..."

"...with studying. I know, come in." finished Steve.

You walked up to him and introduced Munson to your parents. They cared little about it. As a rule, they cared little about anything. They shook hands with Eddie and went back to packing. Slightly embarrassed he sat down next to you on the couch. He probably didn't expect such a crowd. Rather, he certainly wasn't expecting anyone here but you. Looking at his watch, he realized he had gotten the time wrong. He was too early, but there was no turning back. You sat in awkward silence and watched as your parents and Steve gathered to leave. Robin came to the rescue by chatting with you about the latest movies that had come out in the rental store. In time, even Steve joined you and they began to talk about various situations and very strange customers who showed up at their place. The atmosphere began to relax, and you saw Eddie become again the confident and talkative charming Eddie you knew. Seeing him get along with your brother made you feel warm in your heart. You could stop time and admire that view forever more. Steve got along with Jason, but you never saw them joking around together and having such a casual conversation.

As your parents left the house and drove off in their own direction, Steve and Robin also started to leave.

"Remember what I told you, Munson." Said your brother, standing on the doorstep. "Also remember that I have my eye on you, don't think I won't know what's been going on here."

"Does your eye have curly hair and his name is Dustin Henderson?" laughed Eddie. Steve reciprocated the smile by shaking Eddie's hand in greeting.

"Have fun!" You shouted as they packed into the car.

"Have fun learning!" exclaimed Robin and winked at you.

When you finally closed the door you breathed a sigh of relief. Finally alone. You thought.

"Go unpack your things in the living room and I'll be right back." You said going upstairs. In the room you took all the necessary notes and books. Before leaving the room you noticed a small bottle of perfume. After a moment's thought, you sprayed yourself with it. Just In Case. With a quick step you moved to the living room. You caught Eddie looking through the box in which you kept the music tapes.

"Are you looking for something specific?" you asked coming closer.

"Queen?" he looked up fondly. "A little different vibe than ABBA." He remembered.

"Weren't you the one who said that music is too beautiful to be limited?"

"Point taken. Shall we listen?"

"Spanish first, pleasure later Mr. Munson." You replied, pointing your finger at the table. Reluctantly Eddie sat down on the seat, and you sat right next to him.

"You smell nice, Mrs. Harrington." He smiled.

"If you think that giving me compliments will make me ease up on you, you are sorely mistaken."

He rolled his eyes and sat up straight. He began to show you the translated sentences you asked him last time. Checking them out went on in silence. While you were busy, Eddie started looking at you. The hair gently falling over your face and the focused look on your it caused, in his mind, a truly charming sight. He took a deeper breath and the scent of the perfume you had just used reached his nose. It's perfect. He thought. He also thought about how strange it was for him to sit with you in your big house. He was already used to your presence in the trailer. He liked it. Your Company always made him feel comfortable and at ease. Even on the first day when you unannouncedly barged into his room completely stood up he didn't feel bad about it. On the contrary, that night he felt something he hadn't felt in a very long time.

"Eddie, are you okay?" you asked seeing his thoughtful face.

Snapped out of his reverie, he shook his head. " So, how is it, everything needs to be corrected again?" he asked resignedly looking at the tasks.

"Actually, you only made three mistakes, congratulations." you said with a smile on your lips. You were proud, finally the progress of your study was visible, and his reaction was the best reward for you.

Full of self-confidence, Eddie straightened up in his chair, grabbed the list of topics and started looking for information on the next item on the list himself. He was so motivated that this time he was the one who spoke more than you. You were just a little help in possibly explaining again the information he didn't understand, or in checking tasks. Seeing his progress propelled himself, he was already able to see for himself what mistakes he was making and find explanations for them. After a few hours of studying, you had had enough. You needed a rest, and despite his desire, Eddie needed it too.

"I'll write you a few sentences for tomorrow and that's it for today. You did a great job Mr. Munson." You ruffled his fringe. "I think you've earned your dinner."

"I feel honored!"

"What are you in the mood for?" you asked, opening the refrigerator, where there wasn't much of anything interesting. "How about pizza?"

"Sounds great!" he exclaimed from the living room. "Can we listen to music now?"

"Yes!"

Moments later, Freddie Mercury's voice filled the entire house. After ordering the pizza, you reached for two glasses, and from the refrigerator well-chilled alcohol and something to mix it with. You both deserved a reward.

"I don't know if I should drink, I came by car."

"You can always stay the night" you said remembering Robin's words.

After a moment's thought, he grabbed the bottle and poured you Both equally into glasses. The time waiting for the pizza passed you very pleasantly, you talked about everything that had happened in the last few days. Eddie joked about his uncle, who still did not accept the fact, about his studies, and about more situations with Dustin and the rest of the club, he also mentioned the band and the concerts they played.

"You absolutely must come and see us sometime!" he said, refilling his drink.

"I'd love to! But how will I deal with this crowd of your female fans? They too must think that we are a couple, after all, if they find out they will tear me apart!" you laughed.

"For such a special person there will be a throne waiting where you will be safe and no one will be able to touch you. Well, except for me, pretending to be your boyfriend, who is a star."

"It will look like this like the throne on which you sit as Dungeon Master?" you grinned.

"Whatever you wish m'lady."

When the food arrived both of you were already terribly hungry. While you were preparing plates, Eddie poured more drinks. You ate in silence while Freddie continued to sing to you in the background. When the first notes of I Want to Break Free came from the speakers, you clapped your hands and got up from the table. You loved this song. It put you in a very good mood, now especially after the few drinks you had.

"I want to break free, I want to break free I want to break free from your lies You're so self-satisfied I don't need you I've got to break free God knows, God knows I want to break free"

You started singing and pretending to play the guitar. Eddie just watched you with a wide smile on his lips.

"C'mon Munson! Perform with me!" you said walking up to him.

"I've fallen in love I've fallen in love for the first time This time I know it's for real I've fallen in love, yeah God knows, God knows I've fallen in love"

You kept singing, unfortunately Eddie was still sitting in his seat watching you with a wide smile. You took another sip of your drink, and another and another. You could feel the alcohol warming you from the inside putting you in an increasingly goofy mood.

"In two weeks we have Ball Eddie! If you don't dance with me there, I won't forgive you!"

"I'm sorry to say, but I can't dance." He replied.

"You don't have to know how to dance" you replied walking around the room to the rhythm of the music. "Dancing is all about having fun! What did you do at all the school dances?"

"I've never been to any."

"Unacceptable!" you shouted. "You can't invite me to a ball where we won't dance a single song together!" You walked over to the tape recorder and rummaged an ABBA cassette out of the box.

"Get up handsome, it's time for a little practice!" The change in repertoire had an even better effect on you. As soon as Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! began to play you grabbed him by both hands and pulled him into the middle of the room. At first he stood beside you motionless watching you move to the rhythm. His thoughts were swirling in his head not knowing what to focus on. Standing there and fooling around in front of him. You looked unreal. Unreal to him. He couldn't believe what was happening and that it was happening to him. He wanted it to be like this forever, happy you singing and dancing to your favorite songs in his presence and he can only admire how beautiful and carefree you look then. He wanted to remember every detail of that moment, praying in his soul for more of those. Seeing that you would not persuade him to go crazy you went to change the tape. Since fast jumping rhythms were not his style you will try something slower. Eventually, as a couple, you will have to dance a slow one.

"Oh, thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothin' can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more"

Hearing the first stanza echo from the speakers, you approached him. You placed his hands on your waist and hung yours around his neck. You began to move slowly in rhythm. You felt his body relaxing with each note.

"When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart It isn't too hard to see We're in heaven"

"Better?" you asked, lifting your head up and looking into his eyes. He was much taller than you, but because of that, when you hugged him you could hear his heartbeat.

"By a lot," he replied, pulling you close.

"Oh, once in your life you find someone Who will turn your world around Bring you up when you're feelin' down Yeah, nothin' could change what you mean to me Oh, there's lots that I could say But just hold me now 'Cause our love will light the way"

One hand was still on your waist, the other was playing with the ends of your hair, while gently riding your back with it. Nothing could ruin this moment for you. You took your arms from around his neck and embraced him at the waist resting your head on his chest and he rested his cheek on the top of your head.

"Baby you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart It isn't too hard to see We're in heaven

I've been waitin' for so long For somethin' to arrive For love to come along Now our dreams are comin' true Through the good times and the bad Yeah, I'll be standin' there by you"

It was heaven. Your little heaven together. You begged in your mind that the song would never end, you felt so good. The happiness and peace. The tranquility you found in his arms was something still unknown to you. You had hugged many times, but this time you both knew it was different. In that moment, you knew that Bryan Adams was singing the words you wanted to say to him in that moment. Eddie felt exactly the same. He had a hard time believing it. He couldn't accept how good he felt right now. In the right place, at the right time and most importantly - with the right person. From the moment he saw you in the cafeteria in your T-shirt with a bandana wrapped around your wrist, he knew that no one else would fit the spot. No one but you.

When the song ended and another began neither of you moved. Neither of you wanted to lose this moment. You could have stayed like that forever, hugged tighter than ever. Your hearts beat at the same pace, as if made for each other they wanted to jump out and merge into one. At some point, unfortunately, reality got to you. One thought that sent to both of you at the same moment. It's all a fake. Eddie moved away first.

"I think it's time to sleep," he said yawning. "I'm going to jump in the car, I have some clothes there to change into."

You just nodded. You didn't want to say anything. You felt sad. Sad that the beautiful moment was gone. You desperately tried to remember and recreate at least a little of that feeling. Tiredness was also getting to you. While cleaning up, you heard Eddie coming home.

"Come on I'll take you to the bathroom."

You led the way upstairs to where the bathroom you shared with Steve was located. You pulled a fresh towel from the cabinet under the sink and handed it to him. In the meantime, you used your parents' bathroom, which was downstairs. Feeling the warm drops of water on your body, you wanted to feel the same lingering warmth that you felt standing in his embrace. Unfortunately, it wasn't the same.

When you returned upstairs, you saw Munson looking at the bookshelves in your room.

"Big selection," he commented upon hearing you enter the room. "Which is your favorite?"

"I mean... It's not a book, it's a short story that I was obsessed with when I was younger." You laughed. You reached for one of the copies. It was a collection of short stories by Kate Chopin. Along with the book, you lay down on your bed.

"You're not going to stand like this, are you?" you said patting the spot next to you. Feeling the mattress bend under the weight of Eddie laying down next to you, you started looking for the right page. He was lying close enough to you that his hair, wet from the shower, touched your hand. It was cold, but you didn't mind.

"Here it is." You showed your finger and handed him a book.

"Will you read to me?" he asked unexpectedly "I think I deserve some kind of bedtime story. " He smiled.

He returned the smile. "It was still quite light out of doors, but inside with the curtains drawn and the smouldering fire sending out a dim, uncertain glow, the room was full of deep shadows..." you began in a low voice. Eddie listened to your voice more than the story. The way you changed the intonation to best convey what was written impressed him. Your voice had a soothing effect on him. So did the sounds of his song on you. "...Well, she had Brantain and his million left. A person can't have everything in this world; and it was a little unreasonable of her to expect it." finished closing the book.

"What do you think?" you asked after a while.

"I already know what you dreamed about before you went to sleep a few years back." He laughed. "Mr. Harvy must have turned your head quite a bit" he said.

"So much so that I started writing my own sequel, because I couldn't get over Natalie's choice!" you replied.

"May I see?"

"I have two conditions."

"I'll do anything."

"You read quietly and if you don't like it you won't tell me."

"Deal."

You got up from the bed and pulled your rosy notebook out of your backpack.

"There is still one more condition." You added. "You read only this and nothing else."

"I promise."

You handed him the notebook open on the appropriate page and lay down facing him. He sat leaning against the bed frame. His hair, already a little less wet, fell over his face, obscuring it so that from this perspective you couldn't see his reaction. He was right, a few years back you were lying in the same bed dreaming of having Mr. Harvey come into your life to make your head spin. Now you knew that Mr. Harvey's real name was Eddie Munson.

"I like the flow of events, do you have a follow-up?" he asked handing you back the notebook.

"Not for now, maybe one day I'll come back to it." you replied yawning.

"You should, but now we need sleep, sleeping beauty, can I steal a pillow?"

"Stay." you asked. "The bed is big enough. Besides, I can't let you sleep on an uncomfortable couch." you added recalling his words.

Eddie turned off the lamp and lay down next to you.

"Can I hug you?" you asked after a while. Instead of hearing an answer, you felt his arm wrapped around you. Satisfied, you began to play with the rings on his fingers. You slowly twisted them enjoying the moment. After a while you both fell asleep. You fell asleep being convinced that it was all pretend. Unaware that you both prayed that the morning would never come.

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Forget

Pairings: Sarah Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: suggestive smut, arguing, swearing, crying, teasing, kissing, birthday forgetting.

Type: Angst - Fluff - suggestive smut

Words: 1.1k

Y/n and Sarah had been dating for a little over a year, and things had been going well. Of course, they had their ups and downs, but they always managed to work through their issues.

However, there was one issue that they just couldn't seem to get past: Sarah had forgotten y/n's birthday.

It wasn't that Sarah didn't care about y/n, but she had been going through a rough patch at work and had been completely consumed by it. She had barely had time to think about anything else, let alone y/n's birthday.

Y/n, on the other hand, had been looking forward to her birthday for weeks. She had planned a big celebration with all of their friends, and she had even taken the day off work so they could spend it together. But when Sarah didn't even acknowledge her birthday, y/n was hurt and angry.

The argument started off small, with

y/n asking Sarah if she had remembered what day it was.

Y/n asked in a soft tone, "Babe, what's the day today?"

As Sarah remained engrossed in her phone, y/n's irritation mounted.

"Sar," y/n repeated, seeking her attention.

Sarah looked up, barely noticing y/n's presence and asked, "Hmm, what's up, baby?"

Suppressing her annoyance, y/n took a deep breath and asked, "Do you know what day it is?"

Sarah chuckled, clueless, "Um, Wednesday?"

Y/n couldn't believe that Sarah had forgotten such an important day.

Y/n let out an exasperated sigh and shook her head in disbelief. "Seriously?" she muttered, causing Sarah to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"What?..."

"It's April 15th," y/n said, her voice tinged with disappointment, as she stared down at her feet.

Sarah furrowed her eyebrows, still not understanding the significance of the day. "What's so special about th—" she started, but her words trailed off as the realization hit her. "Shit," she breathed out.

Sarah tried to explain that she had been under a lot of stress at work, but y/n wasn't having it.

"I haven't forgotten, I've just been under a lot of stress!" Sarah argued defensively.

Y/n let out a sarcastic chuckle and shook her head. "That's literally the fucking definition of forgetting," she said, not buying Sarah's excuse.

She felt like Sarah didn't care about them or their relationship.

"It's like you don't even care anymore!" Y/n yelled as Sarah scoffed at her statement.

"What? Is work more important than me now? Huh? Is that it! Works more important than me your own girlfriend." Y/n chucked.

The argument escalated, with both of them saying things they didn't mean.

Y/n shook her head in disbelief. "I bet you're screwing some whore back at the office, because that's what sluts do," she accused, her anger boiling over.

Sarah's eyes widened in shock and hurt. "Fuck you, y/n! That's not fair and you know it!" she cried, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Y/n wasn't having it. "No! What's not fair is my own girlfriend forgetting about my birthday," she fired back.

Sarah scoffed, crossing her arms defensively. "Oh, like you're some saint!" she retorted. "You're a needy bitch. Always demanding and expecting shit! Using my fucking credit card."

Y/n let out a scoff of frustration. "I don't want your fucking money!" she exclaimed. "You keep shoving it down my throat! Every time I try to pay for something, you slap that black Amex down before I can even get my wallet out. So don't act like I'm some gold-digging whore who only dates you for free shit!"

Sarah's jaw clenched as she replied, "Then let's see how you do without the free shit. The constant restaurant dinners, the Ubers downtown, putting all your drinks on my tab, the way you just happen to remember you need gas when I'm in your car. We'll fix that issue real quick," she shouted.

They both knew that they were saying things they didn't mean, but they couldn't seem to stop themselves.

Y/n let out a scoff and turned to face Sarah, "What’s that supposed to mean?" she asked, looking into her eyes. But Sarah seemed distraught, tears streaming down her face.

"We're toxic, can't you see it? Look at us, we're falling apart," Sarah said with a shrug.

Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Are you saying you want to break up?" she asked, her voice trailing off as she looked down at the floor.

Sarah quickly shook her head, "No, no, that's not what I meant," she said, reaching out to touch Y/n's arm. "I love you, but we need to address our problems. We argue about the smallest things, like your birthday for example. We're better than this."

Y/n let out a sigh and looked up at Sarah, who lifted her chin up with her finger. They both knew that something had to change if they wanted their relationship to survive.

Y/n leaned forward and pressed a small kiss on the corner of Sarah's lips, "I love you too," she murmured.

However, Sarah chuckled, “you missed” and took hold of Y/n's cheeks before smashing her lips against y/n’s.

Their tongues slowly intertwined as they kissed, with Sarah's breath lightly tickling Y/n's cheeks.

As the passionate kiss intensified, Y/N and Sarah stumbled their way towards the living room.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, Y/N pushed Sarah onto the couch and straddled her waist before locking lips again.

With both tongues engaged in a playful battle for control, Y/N's hips began to move quickly, creating a pleasurable friction against Sarah's body.

Eventually, they pulled away, realizing that their fight wasn't worth it.

"I'm sorry, I love you so much," Sarah said as their foreheads rested against each other.

"I love you too, and I didn't mean what I said," Y/n replied, giving Sarah another light peck on the lips.

Despite Y/N's initiative, Sarah had a different plan in mind. She flipped Y/N over and resumed kissing her passionately. It became evident that the couple was in for a long and steamy night together.

Together, they made a promise to communicate better and be there for each other no matter what. Although they weren't perfect, they were willing to work on their relationship and make it stronger than ever before.

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