#Arcade date gone wrong!

[wonifullove]

the boy i loved before; yjw

synopsis: you discover the gifts your ex once gifted you on every date pairing: ex bf! jungwon x ex gf! reader genre: ex’s to potential lovers warnings: ex relationship, mentions of mental struggle sav notes: this is a piece for the polaroid love event ^.^ hosted by the lovelies @nishions & @lilacnini >< wc = 894 words

the hardest part of your breakup was accepting the fact that you weren’t with who you thought would be your forever. you couldn’t recall what went wrong, all you knew was that your soulmate was gone, and you didn’t know if there was a possibility you would rekindle, realizing you were a match made in heaven.

for two days straight you sat in your room, watching everyone else happy in their own relationships. you cried as you couldn’t even patch your mind around the fact that you and jungwon were over. 3 years of love and affection, now all a memory that replays in your head whenever you’re trying to go about with your life.

the first step into this new you was cleaning your living space. the apartment you once shared with jungwon was now yours, filled with empty boxes and a bunch of belongings that belonged to your once boyfriend. the image of your boyfriend packing his belongings, replays in your head.

“i’ll be back first thing in the morning to get this box.” jungwon said as he took majority of his boxes and personal possessions with him, as this would be the last time he steps foot into this apartment.

you watched as the door closed, your eyes heavy with tears. you sat down on your floor as you cried, hoping in some way he’d come back.

you set the box aside as you continued your clean your apartment. soon after, your apartment began looking more cozy. it was time to clean your room, which looked like it had been struck by a tornado.

after some furniture rearranging and a deep cleaning, your room became your room; rather than being your sad depression corner. as you were cleaning house stumbled across a box, a small white box with pink bows on it.

“what’s this?” you thought to yourself, not exactly remembering where this box had came from.

you begun observing the box, finding the words “from jungwon.” your heart nearly stopped as you read those words, and a tightening pain grew to your chest.

you opened the box, concerned about the containments of the box. there lied every single object jungwon has gifted you within the few years you had been together.

the valentine’s day bear.

you held it in your hand, looking at it carefully. you held it close to your nose, as you remember jungwon mentioned it was scented with a chocolate scent. it was your first valentine’s day with jungwon, he had no clue what to get you; so he only asked you two questions. “do you like chocolate?” and “do you like plushies?”

the polaroid pictures from the photo booth you visited after watching a horror movie.

your first date. jungwon planned a perfect movie date, a bit scared because he didn’t enjoy movies that gave him a scare; but was willing to do it just for you. jungwon clung onto your arm anytime a jump scare occurred, you hold onto his arms, he felt more comfortable and at ease. from that point on, jungwon would never be caught at a movie theater watching something that gave him a few sleepless nights.

his favorite gray hoodie

everytime you felt cold, jungwon always had your special hoodie. although it was his, he later realized how much comfort the hoodie brought to you. everytime he’s on his way to see you, he always carries it. jungwon never once forgot yours (his) favorite hoodie.

the wrist bands from your arcade date.

second date, the date where you and jungwon begun to get more close towards each other; also where the awkward stage was no longer there. that day was perfect, jungwon picked you up at 5 and took you to one of the coolest arcades in town. for hours, you and jungwon played countless games and won each other a bunch of prizes. those prizes rested on your shelves, still sitting in the same spot they were placed in.

you began to break down, you heart hurt as you held onto each possession tightly. after all, jungwon was the only guy who made you feel special about yourself. jungwon helped you gain the confidence and self esteem you had today. you were his beautiful girl after all, his prettiest flower. you brought your knees closer to your head as you continued to sob, soaking your sweatpants with tears.

just as you continued to sob, you heard a slight knock at your front door; causing you to jump. you rushed towards your front door, checking the peep hole to see who was there.

jungwon.

you froze in place, not knowing exactly what to do. you wiped your tears away, before opening the door slowly. jungwon stood in your doorway, tears flowing down his eyes; he was barely able to see. jungwon rushed into your arms, holding onto you tightly.

“i’m not ready to let you go.” he sobbed, words hardly able to make out; due to his sobbing. “i still love you.” jungwon squeezed into you, signaling that he was not ready to move on and leave; in fact he still wanted you more than anything.

“then fix this.” you looked at him, determination on your face.

jungwon looked down at you and smiled, tears still in his eyes. “i love you my beautiful girl, and i want to make this right.”

#⋆.˚nin liz event #enhypen #yang jungwon #yang jungwon x reader #yang jungwon x you #jungwon x reader #jungwon x female reader #jungwon fluff #jungwon enha #enhypen jungwon #jungwon oneshots #jungwon fanfic #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #kpop #kpop x reader #enha x reader #enha x you #enha x y/n #enha x female reader #enha comfort #enhypen comfort

[gwojo]

Yuji Itadori as ur bf

FEATURING: Yuji Itadori (虎杖悠仁)

yuji itadori x gn!reader, fluff, thing's he'd do if u were together! wordcount: 806

We all know yuji itadori is a very upbeat guy, very energetic, outgoing and friendly at most. So that's how you both ended up knowing each other. (basically him befriending everyone possible without shame)

You liked him first but you didn't admit it and didn't realize it, his kindness and frequent comedic moments with his friends and you were things that you always thought of at night so that counts as a plus one in your heart.

His heart eventually grew whenever you smile at him whenever he sees you as he waves his hand out so casually but after seeing a smile like that, your smile was different than others.

Yuji is very passionate with things he does, he's a fair guy really but whenever he sees something he knows is wrong, he'll immediately get angered quickly and stand up for anyone no matter what even if he gets in trouble.

The thing is with yuji, he's a composed person (but he can get angered quickly depending on a situation) but whenever it comes to the feeling of "love" he's really clueless not unlike his gojo sensei.

He asked gojo for love advice once so he took his advice and did it to you the next day, let's just say you were staring at him literally with no expression whatsoever and also slightly cringing. (it was literally bad flirting and old man puns)

Yuji never took advice from gojo ever again, but instead went over to megumi which megumi helped him with (megumi just said that he should be honest with you and plan a date so he could confess)

He eventually ended up confessing aaanddd you guys are together now. (he was super awkward but he ended up getting used to with all your reassuring messages)

He was SUPER excited when he could finally hold your hand on purpose, so the first day that you guys were officially together after that night, lets just say he never ended up letting go of your hand

He has multiple jackets, not because he was lazy but because he was indecisive with what to wear and when he heard you asking for a jacket (HE LITERALLY GAVE YOU MOST OF HIS JACKET COLLECTION.)

He's so golden retriever energy, he would always ask you to go out with him whenever he had the chance to so you guys could go to the arcade, picnics, just anything fun that he thought you'd be interested with too.

Whenever you feel down, you never hesitated on informing yuji because he's the most understanding person that you've ever met so communication between you both weren't a big of a problem.

He'd stay home with you and not bother you with his teasing and just give you love and sweet kisses and just play video games/watch movies with you all day

He's a naïve guy (when it comes to love) with every experience he goes through with you but he adapts quickly and learns more about you, with the things you love to do and say.

He's willing to sacrifice himself just for you, for everyone because that's the kind of guy he is.

He's just such a baby boy and he smells like baby powder (LMAO) and his touch is just very soft, softer than your bed in the morning whenever its time for school. HES SO LOYAL TOO AND CARING TOWARDS YOU:((

He's just another part of your heart, a place in your heart and if he went missing, a big hole would also be gone.

He'd call you "baby or love" or just silly nicknames that you guys would call each other with.

He also gets confused with what you're feeling sometimes and he's super shy whenever he wants to ask you but at the end of the day he pushes himself towards you and tells you what he feels and asks you if you're feeling anything regarding about that situation

HE PANICS/OVERTHINKS SO MUCH WITH EVERYTHING (not like in a bad way.) At most times he'd be overthinking about the things you'd like whenever its your birthday or monthly/yearly anniversaries with each other and he'd always feel so bad whenever you watch him eat almost everything and he immediately buys you another one even if you say countless of times that it's okay

He doesn't get jealous easily but when he does (probably just like 2 times in his relationship with u) he gets very worried that he's not enough and he needs a lot of care, but he trusts you so it won't take long for him to go back all smiley!

Overall, he's pretty much just a golden retriever dog who's sooooo in love with you, loves spending time with you and would do anything to protect you. He'll entertain you everyday with new experiences and kisses.

reblogs are appreciated! thank you for reading.

— © gwojo 2023. pls i advise u not to share on tiktok, plagiarize, repost on other platforms, copy, or translate.

#dee's works ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა #au #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #x reader #yuji itadori #jjk itadori #jujutsu itadori #itadori x reader #itadori yuji #yuji #jjk yuji #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen yuji #jujutsu kaisen itadori #yuji x reader #yuji jjk #yuji x you #itadori #itadori x you #itadori x y/n #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori x you #yuji itadori fluff #yuji bf #gn reader #jjk fluff #fluff

[tenjikyu]

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘧𝘢𝘺𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ what happens when chifuyu is forced to break it off with you ?

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ gn!reader , angst to fluff , forced breakup , lots of crying , vv sad chifuyu :( , kinda short sos .

chifuyu seriously had no idea what he was doing.

the look on your face was an expression he vowed to never have you make at the beginning of your relationship.

“i’m sorry (Y/N), but we should really stop seeing eachother. i’m not happy with you and i want to end it.” he spits out, almost choking on his own words. it felt as though something was blocking his airways, punishing him for breaking your heart.

“okay…” your voice speaks out, tears of your own flooding your cheeks.

as you slowly walked away from your beloved boyfriend, you couldn’t help but wonder. where did you go wrong? he didn’t seem unhappy 3 days ago when you two went to the arcade with hanagaki and tachibana, did he? when did this begin?

your only bodily response was more tears that were protruding down your face, nose crimson red and eyes slowly puffing up. you walk away slowly, assuming he no longer wanted to be around you.

“godamnit” chifuyu gets out before his own tears flood down his cheeks.

only a few hours earlier, your father had sat down with your boyfriend, unbeknownst to you.

“i don’t want you dating my child and i think i’ve made that very clear.” your father almost spits in disgust at your appalled boyfriend. break up?? with you?? no fuckin way??

“you’re a good for nothing delinquent who does nothing but heat up other boys. the only times i’ve even seen you, you’re beat up and injured! how long before you get (Y/N) involved in your violence, or even worse, lay a hand on my child.”

“ I WOULDN’T DARE RAISE MY HAND TO (Y/N).” the blonde screeched, overwhelmed and stressed. why now? why did he have to do this right before such a big holiday? did he want to ruin your christmas??

chifuyu knows you splurge about him to your family, that’s how your father knows so much about him, including what he gets up to when the sun goes down. but you never spoke ill of him, so why is your dad getting so defensive?

he’s proven on multiple occasions he’s a total gentleman to you! and he gets the same treatment back from you! you open doors for each other, make food for one another, come racing over when one of you is sick e.t.c. why do this now?

but..

in the back of chifuyu mind, he starts to wonder.

what would happen if you got dragged into this? what if someone uses you as a way to get information?

it’s obvious to anyone that chifuyu is a loyal man, and his loyalties lies with keisuke baji, takemichi hanagaki and you. there’s no chance he wouldn’t give away valuable info to keep you protected, anyone in toman could see just how dedicated he is to keeping you safe.

this thought runs through his head as he breaks up with you, just 2 days before christmas. before his christmas battle.

the next two days were a shitfest. you father didn’t take into account how this would affect you. you had locked yourself in your bedroom, sobbing to the polaroid photos of you and you beloved boyfriend that you took together everyday.

of course, you’re mother does everything to comfort you after hearing what had happened, however you were inconsolable.

“mom, this is the boy i thought i was going to marry, you don’t just get over that.” you sigh. no amount of hugs could help you.

“in my opinion he was only a setback. you should be greatful he’s gone.” your father speaks up.

. .

. . . .

wait…

you practically yanked the door off its hinges, startling you mother who was sat on your bed in another fruitless attempt to console you. you had only just heard what your father said to himself, and in that moment you knew why chifuyu had broken up with you.

“IT WAS YOU! YOU TOLD CHIFUYU TO BREAK UP WITH ME, DIDN’T YOU”. you bawled to your father, his face in total astonishment that you had spoken to him in such a manner, especially on christmas night.

“YOU DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HIM, DO YOU DAD?? I SING HIS PRAISES EVERYDAY BUT ALL YOU TAKE HIM FOR IS A STUPID DELINQUENT! MAYBE IF YOU GOT TO KNOW HIM MORE, YOU’D SEE HE CARES ABOUT ME MORE THEN ANYTHING!” you scream towards your stunned father, guilt piling up in his stomach.

knowing what you had to do, you chucked a coat over your pijamas, your family yelling at you to come back inside.

you didn’t care, you had to get to your boyfriend.

though you didn’t make it very far, as chifuyu was stood right outside your house with tears welling in his eyes. he was battered beyond belief, uniform thrashed and body more blood then skin. he had a serious injury on his ankle and his bike was parked next to him.

“chifuyu..” you mumble out, running towards him, your arms opening wide.

“(Y/N)-” he couldn’t finish his sentence as you crashed into his embrace, one of your arms caress waist, with the other embracing his beaten cheek.

he held onto your shoulders, huddling into your warmth. he could only pray to the gods above that you’d forgive him.

“i’m so sorry (Y/N), please… i can’t do anything without you by my side. the entire fight i felt sick to my stomach, but not because i had been struck multiple times in it. it was because i couldn’t bare the thought of not being with you on christmas day. your tears were sewn into my memory, and i just couldn’t handle it.” he chokes out, huddling closer to you in a seek of comfort.

“it’s okay chifuyu, i forgive you.” you coo, his face was beaten to shit, but chifuyu could never not be adorable to you.

you were just happy to have your boyfriend in your arms once more.

in the distance, giggling can be heard from your mother as your father watches the interaction.

“i don’t know why you even tried breaking them up, don’t you see how whipped (Y/N) is for the kid? they do everything together. chifuyu has stayed over multiple times and had dinner with us so much i’m surprised he hasn’t pre-proposed.” she laughs.

“i guess i’ll take that hit. in my defense though, that kid only seems to come over when i’m not around!” your father complains, however your mother just holds his face.

“well, after these past few days i wouldn’t blame him if he avoids you all together.”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x male reader #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu #chifuyu x male reader #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno #angst to fluff #rlly wholesome #dad is kind of an ass

[jaidens]

You Made A Rebel Of A Careless Man's Careful Daughter — Jake Seresin

pairing [s] : jake seresin x mitchell!reader

warning [s] : petey doesn't like jakey dating his baby | jake is so baby girl.

a/n [s] : this trope has been used so many times, but I wanted my own take on it! [ my requests are open!! ]

Jake knew in the back of his mind, it was a horrible and disgusting idea to fall in love with his Top Gun instructor's daughter. How could he not? Your smile that captivated him and made him almost lose in a game of Aviator Football. Your voice that made him visibly soften when you would walk into The Hard Deck with your father. He would try his hardest to get your attention.

Who knew he already had it?

You had approached him after your father left with Penny. His soft green eyes watched you closely as you messed with his cotton shirt. You had told him, “We can go out. However, we have to hide it from Daddy. He's already complained about you..”. Jake took that to heart. He didn't speak to you much whenever Pete was around, but when he left, it was all conversation and love.

Currently, you were sitting close to Jake, it wasn't on purpose or anything. Your dad wanted to scoot in which ending up sending everyone down a seat making you and Jake right next to each other. Your dad smiled at the table before ordering drinks and holding conversation with Payback.

You turned your head to find Jake staring at you. He gave you a small smile, putting his foot over yours under the table. You smiled back at him. The atmosphere was thick and your dad stared at Jake like he knew something was up. Jake tried to hold a conversation with Pete before it fell apart because your dad was annoyed.

Your dad didn't enjoy his presence very much. Ever since the Bradley incident, he had been almost avoiding the Texan. You tried to defend Jake to your dad, but he would immediately shut you down. He told you how careless Jake was and how he didn't care about anyone else other than himself.

You knew that was completely wrong. Jake had so much care for everyone. He had told you how he took care of his elderly grandma for a summer whenever she was sick. How he loved and babysat his nephews and nieces for his sister’s all the time. Most importantly, he cared and loved you so much.

After an hour of hanging out with the team, your dad told everyone he was leaving and how “it was getting late for him.” Bradley laughed and told him it was only 2200! You laughed along with everyone else before standing up and giving your good byes to your dad. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and a strong hug.

“Bye Daddy.. I'll be home at 12.” You told him as he said goodbye and gave you some cash for drinks. You didn't have the heart to tell him that your tab was on Jake's. You smiled as he walked out of the door. You did a small dance before quickly sitting down and letting Jake wrap his arm around your shoulders.

The atmosphere immediately lifted, giving everyone full reign to start talking and laughing loudly. It was obviously uncomfortable to have your instructor at your table while you were all drinking. You laid your head on Jake's shoulder as you took the last sips of your drink. “Your dad really doesn't like me, does he?”

You frowned at Jake before nodding. “Yeah.. ever since you yelled at Brad. Well, I think he also despises your flyboy attitude acting like he doesn't have it too.” You told him as Jake rubbed your shoulder with his hand. It was upsetting to know that your father didn't know the sweet and kind man Jake was to you. Your dad only knew the dangerous pilot who put himself before people. The one who yelled at his dead best-friends kid. That was the only person Pete knew.

After a while, your table had gotten less crowded. Bob and Fanboy going to go play on the arcade machines, Payback and Brad were going at it on the darts. Natasha had gone home and you were officially alone with Jake. You heard him quietly singing along to a song that played on the jukebox. “I wish we could tell my Dad.” You admitted while you stared up at the small TV that was playing Dirty Dancing.

“What did you say baby?” Jake asks gently, leaning further up on the padded bench to give you more room to lay. “I said,” You say, lying further onto his chest, “I wish we could tell my Dad we’re dating. I mean, it's been five months and it's surprising he still hasn't caught on.” A laugh falls from your lips.

“For how he acts.. I'm actually surprised too. However, I'm pretty sure if we told him, he would kill me personally.”

It's a warm day on the beach, the warm salty air falls through Penny’s hair as she's talking to you about your dad. You're smiling at her as you watch the young pilots battle it out over a beach football. Jake stands there with all of his glory, wrestling Bradley. You're practically drooling whenever Penny snaps you back. “You’re drooling, girl.”

You swiftly turn your head back to Penny. You shake your mind with any dirty thoughts you had about Jacob. “No I wasn't!” You defend yourself quickly, as Penny cocks her eyebrow. “Honey, I'm dating your dad. You two are not that different.” She says, her hand on your shoulder as she gives you a small smile.

“I wish I could tell dad about him. I was talking to—” You're cut off whenever your dad walks next to the picnic table you and Penny are sitting at. “Tell me what?” You swing your head around and you're in full eye contact with your dad as he kisses Penny's forehead and hands her a strawberry ice cream.

“Oh nothing. Just about a video I saw of a puppy.” You say as your dad walks around and kisses you too, pinching your shoulder gently. “How was getting yelled at by another Admiral?” You joke with him as you watch him stick his tongue out. You see Jake staring at you and you know what to do.

“Hey Dad,” You say, “My purse is in the bar.. do you think you could go find it?” He nods and goes to find it. You give Jake a thumbs up and he runs over to you. “Hey baby..how are you doing?” You laugh at him and peck his lips. “Im good baby. Bradshaw giving you a hard time?” Your arms wrap around his neck as you smile at him. “We gotta hang out quick, my dad will somehow notice that my purse is on the table.”

Your finger slips down his abs. You were completely and utterly obsessed with how he looked, how he carried himself, and everything. That was until...

“You dirty bastard! Get your hands off my daughter!” Your father, in all of his 5'7 glory begins chasing after the man who was five inches taller than him. It's embarrassing, you have to admit, watching them chase each other. Eventually, it comes in a full circle ending up with your dad huffing as Jake runs to stand next to you.

“Really honey? Him? The one guy I told you not to date?” Pete says while Penny is trying to grab her breath after laughing at his idiotic behavior. “Dad, I'm 32. Why are you chasing after Jake?” You're almost crying too as you try and catch your breath with your hand on Jake's shoulder. Penny finally catches her breath and calls Pete up to the deck. Whenever he comes up to her, she smacks the side of his head.

“I apologize Jake. Apparently some fifty-seven year olds don't understand that they're not 27 anymore.” Penny says, rubbing Pete's back as he tries to pretend he isn't still struggling to catch his breath. Jake gives her a click with his tongue and says, “It’s all fine. Don't you worry.”

Your hand finds Jake’s chest as you tell him to sit down with you. “I’m sorry Jake. I just.. never really trusted you very well. However, if you hurt her, you won't be trusting anyone.” Your dad threatens and you watch Penny roll her eyes. “Oh, I'm sure Mr. Mitchell. I won't ever hurt her. She's a love bomb.”

You smile at Jake as he interlocks your hand with his. Penny asks him about what he does back in Texas. He holds a surprisingly well conversation with her, mentioning how his aunt was a bartender as well and taught him some tricks. Penny loves him, you can tell. Pete stares at him with a furrowed eyebrow.

The warm sun begins to fall to the horizon. You grab Jake's hands and pull him to the sand. You sit down on it, you're watching the sunset slowly fall. “It’s so beautiful isn't it?” You said, under your breath. Jake sits his head on your shoulder, giving a small kiss to your cheek. “Oh definitely. Just like this beautiful girl I know. Her dad is crazy, but she's the love of my life.”

You turn your head and you see his dumb smile that makes your heart race. You feel like you're back at high school with your first “real” boyfriend. You push him into the sand and crawl on top of him. You kiss him slowly, his hands falling to your back and holding you. After pulling away, he smiles at you. “Thank you, Jake. For everything. I guess you're gonna have to deal with my Dad for a little longer.” You say in his chest as the sea waves softly. The sky is dark and peaceful. Crowds of stars fill the sky.

Jake's arm goes up, his finger pointing at two constellations. “That one,” He begins, “Is Cepheus; The King. And the one right next to it is The Queen, Cassiopeia.” You stare at the two constellations that sit together. You almost imagine that would be you and Jake whenever you've grown older together.

“Wow...” This is the only word you can let out. It's absolutely eye-catching. The stars twinkle softly, no clouds. It seems fake, as Jake begins explaining more about different constellations. He told you how his Grandmother always loved telling him about them whenever he was in high school.

“C’mon, we gotta get home. I have school in seven hours.” Jake says, standing up and holding out his hand for you. He gives you his keys and tells you to go and he would get your stuff. You're absolutely giddy. You can believe he has you smiling so hard and making your body shiver. Jake is an entirely new feeling. You unlock his huge truck and climb into it. You turn the car on and the radio lets out a soft tune of Randy Travis.

Jake comes a few seconds later, your purse in his collection. He pulls open the door and jumps in. “It’s our song.” You mention, watching the way he turns it up. “I know baby. It always reminds me of my grandparents. They always told me, “Jacob, if your wife doesn't like this song, I don't think I'd fancy her very much,” Gosh, he had the thickest accent in Texan history, swearing on my life.” You let out a laugh and pat his hand. He puts the windows down and his hand pulls the shift back and begins to drive out of the bar. Jake's hand falls to your thigh, slowly rubbing his thumb up and down it.

You watch the way he slowly sings along with the song. He's the greatest thing that's ever been yours. “I love you.” Is all he says, taking his eyes off the road for a second to stare at you. “So much. And I'm hoping your dad will understand that some day. All he knows me as is the dickhead pilot.” Jake confesses to you, giving the road a small frown. You can't believe that Jake would ever think of himself like that. “But you aren't, baby. You're the guy who babysits his nephews and nieces. You're the guy that baby talks to any animal he sees.”

You notice the way his cheeks turn a dusty pink. “That’s the guy I fell in love with. That whole dickhead pilot is a thing you cover yourself with. You have to show people what you truly are.” He stares at you with his lips pushed together in a thin line. His eyes have a glassy shine against the waterline of his eyes. “That means a lot to me. Thank you.”

“I love you, Jacob. I hope you truly know that.”

#jake seresin #jake seresin top gun #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #hangman x y/n #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x you #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin x mitchell!reader #top gun maverick #jake seresin oneshot #jake seresin fluff #danielarussoowrites #im obsessed with him and his abs

[oftenwantedafton]

A New Afton - Stepfather Steve Raglan/William Afton x Stepdaughter Reader

Chapter 2

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content, daddy kink

Also available on AO3

taglist @yellowbunnydreams

William Afton thinks, perhaps, he is moving things along a little quickly.

It’s only the first night; it’s barely been a few hours. And here you are, your school uniform clad body pressed against him, your soft lips touching his.

He could argue that time was of the essence, there’s no time like the present, whatever other platitudes there are about that elusive entity that enslaves mankind, but he’d recognized that look in your eyes. You’ve been devouring him all evening, consuming his face and his body as thoroughly as you’d knocked back those beers. Coveting.

He knows about coveting. Intimately. It starts with the children at the arcade. A higher score. A bigger prize. Continues to the dining hall. Another slice of pizza. Another piece of cake. Outside. The Emily girl bullied. A kind of hum in his ears, as if her blood has a frequency. He wants to silence it. He craves revenge. He covets the power it brings.

Then there’s the simple fact that, well, he wants to fuck you. So yes, things are progressing rapidly. It’s just the nature of things. Fate taking him along by the hand, guiding his path to you.

The warmth leaves his lips as you and he draw apart. “Steve…”

He frowns. This won’t do at all. “There’s going to be a new rule around here. You won’t be calling me that when we’re alone together. You’re to refer to me as what I am. Your stepfather.”

You blink at him, looking uncertain. “You…want me to call you Stepdad?”

His teeth flash. “Nothing so proper. We can shorten that right down to Daddy.”

A little hitch of breath, a flutter of lashes. God you were gorgeous. He can’t wait to see what other sounds he can elicit from you.

***

Your stepfather has just kissed you.

Closed mouthed, it could almost be considered chaste and innocent except it’s everything but. You know you’re supposed to feel guilty. You know it’s wrong. But you like it. You like the warm hand on your shoulder and how he cradles your bare knee. You can smell the shampoo from his recent shower and the cologne stirs your pheromones.

You’ve gone on a few dates over the last couple of years, but have never really had a steady boyfriend. You’re still a virgin. You wonder if Steve knows this, if your mother has ever mentioned it. About your boyfriend situation, or lack thereof, that is; not the virgin thing. That would have been weird.

Not that cheating with your mom’s new husband isn’t weird in and of itself. When he suggests you call him Daddy something thrills within you. You feel the place between your legs throb and tingle. You’ve had a couple of guys try a few clumsy fumblings there but nothing serious or experienced. You think this man in his fifties must be quite the opposite.

“Ok, Daddy.” You try the phrasing out. You feel his body shudder beside yours. He kisses you again, his mouth lingering this time. The kiss becomes wetter. Lips parting. His tongue probes gently. Your stomach flutters and your pussy throbs again to remind you of the growing need within. You lay a hand on his cheek, sliding over his beard. This texture is new to you. All of the boys you’d been with have been clean shaven. The tendons in his neck are taut beneath your fingers. You’re too shy to explore any further just yet. His mouth tastes like mint. The scent of his cologne is heavy in your nostrils. It’s intoxicating. You have a pleasant buzz from the beer you’d imbibed earlier and in your body from your arousal. Every touch of his tongue against yours strums another chord inside you.

He sucks your bottom lip, tugging gently with his teeth. You feel the smile before you see it. “You like doing this?”

“Yes, Daddy.” It still feels a little silly and awkward. Or maybe that’s just you. You want to sound sexy for him. You’re just not sure how.

“Good girl,” he says, and the pulse in your sex is palpable, demanding attention. “I’m sure a good girl like you is still a virgin, right?”

You like the praise. Your body likes it too. “Yes, Daddy. I haven’t…I haven’t done very much of anything.”

“What have you done?”

“A little touching. And kissing. On the mouth,” you add hastily.

“Do you ever touch yourself?”

You worry your bottom lip, cheeks flushing. “Sometimes.”

“How? Show me how.”

You face grows even hotter. “I…I’m not sure…”

“Suddenly shy are we?” He laughs softly. “Its ok to feel a little embarrassed. You’ll get over that. What if I were to touch you instead? Would you like that?”

Your pussy immediately answers yes, throbbing and sending another wave of fluid. You know your panties are wet. You nod.

“If you don’t like it, tell me to stop, okay?”

“Ok, Daddy.”

He kisses you again and you feel the hand at your knee shift, stroking up your thigh, first on top, then shifting to the inside. “Open up a little for me.”

You part your legs, letting out a little whimper when you feel his fingers stroke you through the crotch of your panties. Only the first touch and it’s already a million times better than anything you’d previously experienced.

“You’re quite wet already,” he murmurs. He traces the outline of your clit through the cotton fabric and your hips jerk involuntarily, grinding you against his hand. His caress is electrifying, the nerves sizzling and snapping. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You gasp when his hand moves and shoves beneath the waistband, his fingers now touching you directly. A needy sound escapes you. You pant beside his mouth.

“Is this how you touch yourself?”

“No, I…it’s so sensitive I just use a pillow or a stuffed animal between my legs. With panties on. It’s…”

“Have you ever cum?”

“Yes, sometimes.”

“I’d like to make you cum. Either with my fingers, or…my mouth.” His tongue darts out to stroke your lips and you moan. “What do you think, sweet girl? Which do you prefer?” His middle finger teases your entrance while his thumb strokes your bundle of nerves. It’s all very gentle and slow. You can’t even stop yourself from pressing against him in search of more contact.

“Whatever you want,” you respond breathlessly, forgetting to add his new favorite title, but if he minds he doesn’t show it.

“What I want, hmm?” Steve withdraws his hand and sucks on the fingers damp with your juices. “Oh, you’re fucking delicious.” He shoves the coffee table back and kneels in front of you, lifting your skirt to admire the tiny pink bows printed on that delicate bit of fabric before hooking thumbs into each leg hole and the rest of his digits curling over the waistband, jerking your underwear down, over your hips and thighs and knees and calves and ankles. He flips the skirt out of the way and grabs your hips, tugging until you’re barely still sitting on the couch, the edge digging across your ass cheeks as he pushes your legs back for you to hold, your cunt presented to him. He spits on your sex—completely unnecessarily, you’re already soaked—but you find the gesture filthy and erotic. “Tell me what you want, baby girl.”

“I want you to…please eat my pussy Daddy.”

He plants a trail of kisses along your inner thighs, teasing you, his beard tickling your skin. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Are you going to cum in my mouth like a good girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He rests a hand on the space below your navel, fingers spread over your mound, pulling slightly to draw the skin over your clit taut. His tongue slides across the nub in a sharp lick and you see stars. His mouth presses against you and he sucks and you moan. Better than anything you’ve ever tried, far better than anything anyone else has ever offered you. He’s slurping on your pussy like it’s the best meal he’s ever consumed, moaning at the taste and the vibrations echo within your core.

You release your grip on the back of one of your thighs and slide your fingers into the older man’s hair. So silky soft. Slightly damp, from the shower or sweat; you’re not certain which. It’s overwhelming, the feel of that ravenous mouth on your private place, all lips and tongue mashing and sucking and laving. You keen and whimper and mewl against him, insensible noises of pleasure, of need, of lust. You feel perspiration spark at the back of your knees. There’s a coiling knot of pressure building within your core that’s becoming unbearable. His eyes meet yours, dark and depthless and it sends you over the edge, spasming violently against him as he focuses all his attention on sucking your aching clit relentlessly. Your trembling legs fall and your thighs reflexively try to clamp down on him, the sensitivity skyrocketing. The fury against your pussy lessens and he laps more slowly, letting you ease down off your high, your body still wracked with spasms until he finally, finally emerges from between your legs.

***

Your stepfather wasn’t kidding when he says you’re delicious. Forget the best pussy, it’s the best fucking thing William’s ever tasted, period. Honey sweet. And the sounds you create. It makes him want to eat you out somewhere with vaulted ceilings so he can have that sound echoing around him. Fucking incredible.

So good he’d had to unzip his fly in the process and stroke himself to completion while he was devouring you. As much as he wants you to touch him—and fuck does he want that, those delicate hands and your sensual mouth and that tight virgin cunt wrapped around his cock—he’s not so far gone over in the lust that he doesn’t realize he needs to pace himself, for your sake. He likes you being needy, but he doesn’t necessarily want you reluctant or fearful. He wants you to want it. To beg, like you just had. It’s so much more satisfying to corrupt than to simply force. It takes skill and patience and Afton has plenty of that.

So for this evening, he’s settled for his hand accompanied by the flavor of your inner essence on his tongue and it takes the edge off. He shuts off the television and retires to the bedroom he shares with your mother while you shower and get dressed for bed. Perhaps you’re lying there awake right now, heart pounding, sex still tingling, limbs still feeling the aftershocks of your release. Not so much the young innocent girl anymore, the one who had chosen to wear pink ribbon patterned panties that morning before going to school, perhaps admiring the row of plush toys from your childhood lining the bookshelf beneath the window gone now, left behind, a relic of the past. Maybe you’re staring into the dark void above your head, cuddling whatever stuffed animal you’d previously used to pleasure yourself, wondering if he’ll come to you again.

The taste of you still floods his mouth and he thinks perhaps he will. Or perhaps he will wait.

It is only the first night, after all.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you #fnaf fanfic #william afton #steve raglan #fnaf movie #divider credits @saradika

[dotster001]

hi i got a request for grim ( Platonic ) where the reader and grim get stuck in a time loop and just have fun because the day ( or whatever far you want it to go ) will reset

so its just reader and grim having fun <3

( ofc you dont have to do this <3) (ofc it doesnt have to be grim it can be another characters )

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A/N: I know you were trying to be helpful, but it is the funniest thing to me that you linked a definition to platonic for an aro-ace 😂

Unresolved

"Come to bed. The Great Grim needs cuddles!" Your kitty friend pouted from the bed.

You bit your lip. You had to pack, tomorrow Crowley was sending you home. But you were leaving Grimmy behind….

"I'm coming," you said with a smile, getting into bed, and snuggling him close to your chest, letting his soft purrs help you drift off.

It felt like moments and your alarm was going off.

"Don't get up yet,"Grim groaned, and you gently scratched behind his ears.

"If I don't, the headmage will keep me here for another year. You know how he is."

He grimaced and rubbed his eyes, and you reached for your packed bag….

Which wasn't there.

"Grim?"

"Hm?" He responded tiredly, continuing to rub his eyes.

"Nothing," no use worrying him. He already had a lot on his mind. You didn't have much packed anyway, so you quickly gathered your things and made your way to Crowley's office.

He was sipping coffee, and looked very confused by your presence.

"Perfect? Did we have an appointment?"

"Yes. You're supposed to send me home today."

Crowley burst into laughter. "Silly, silly prefect. That's tomorrow, remember?"

You stared at him, then looked to Grim.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

You looked at your phone, and immediately dropped it in shock.

"It's yesterday!"

"Prefect?" If you could see his eyebrows, you could guess Crowley was raising one of them.

"Nothing," you muttered. "I'll see you tomorrow, sorry for the confusion."

You quickly scooped up Grim and took him outside.

"Grim, it's still yesterday."

"Huh?"

"Look!" You showed him your phone screen, proudly displaying yesterday's date.

"I'm not doing the same classes again," Grim said with an eye roll. Which was soon replaced with a grin. "We should go to the town!"

"But-"

"Y/N, you leave tomorrow, right? So let's enjoy this extra day together!"

You couldn't say no to that. You owed him that much, considering he now had an extra day with him.

"Alright."

You spent the day on town, eating treats, buying Grim gifts, playing games in the arcade. At the end of the day, your kitty companion was sleepy, so you took him home, tucked him in, and snuggled in for the night.

Your alarm went off, and this time you checked the date.

"It's the same day," you muttered to Grim, and sure enough, the things you had bought yesterday were gone.

"We should go to the beach today!" He squealed excitedly, bounding from the bed before you could say anything.

….

It had been the equivalent of a week of the same day.  You were concerned. Grim was not.

"Grimmy, aren't you worried about this time loop thing?"

"Nope! I'm selfish, and it means you'll stay with me longer!" He giggled unashamedly.

You rolled your eyes, continuing your internet search, "How to End A Time Loop."

Most of the search results implied there was something unresolved that you needed to figure out. There was one search result, however, that discussed the possibility of someone's unique magic manipulating time. The trouble with that response was that no one but you and Grim seemed to be the only ones who knew what was going on.

You immediately smacked your forehead.

"Grimmy? Is something wrong?"

"Hmm?" He asked through a mouthful of spaghetti.

"Is there something bothering you?" 

He tilted his head thoughtfully before shoving another forkful of spaghetti into his mouth.

"Nope."

The next morning you woke yourself earlier than the alarm, and made some cookies, setting a plate full of them, and a glass of milk on a tray. 

You gently shook Grim awake and giggled as he squealed in excitement over the cookies.

He started shoving them in his mouth, two at a time, and you sat gently next to him, scratching his head.

"Grim, what's wrong?"

He froze, and after a moment too long of silence, he looked up at you with teary eyes.

"You're going to leave me when tomorrow comes. And I know you have to go but…"

"But?"

"I wanna go with you," he whispered.

"I thought you wanted to be a great mage."

"I did, but…you're my family. I'd rather be with you."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

He glared at you. "I'm not stupid. I knew you'd tell me to stay here. But I ain't got no one else! And without you, what's the point of being a great mage."

He placed a hand on his hip, and snickered.

"Besides, you need me to protect you!"

You smiled softly. "If I said you could come with me, you'd be okay never coming back?"

He nodded aggressively, his eyes filling with hope.

"Okay Grim, if you're sure-" he cut you off with a hug.

That night, you packed your bags like usual, but this time, another person was packing alongside you. This time, when you set your alarm, another person had the appointment with you.

And when you woke up to go home the next morning, it was the next day.

#twisted wonderland #3k followers #twst grim

[bambisnc]

OK! [or, group projects w riize]

pairing : ot7 x reader! genre : fluff with crack delicately lined in cw/tw : food mention + use of caps wc : idk ,,

shotaro ,. ! - the mood maker!! - is the person who Socializes, helps to coordinate between the members, makes the gc, arranges meet-ups; just overall supportive and cheerful even if your team is doing literally nothing and is very likely about to get an F (D:) - shows up w like cut fruits for everyone, goes on coffee runs + writes encouraging lil messages on sticky notes and leaves them around/in notebooks etc etc - also x2 i see him as someone who like,... doodles on your people’s hands :( draws a smol star and writes something adorably cringe like “ur my star ^-^”

eunseok ,. ! - he’s the type of guy who’d take charge and delegate work to everyone; to put it simply : BOSSY AF. dare i say dictator coded even, but hey, he just wants this to get over with yk?? - bit scary to work w at first but when if he warms up to you he might would definitely indulge in a lot of partiality; assign you the easier tasks/the tasks that you prefer + if someone pisses him off he would, w the nicest sweetest smile ever, assign them the worst possible task.. - can be bribed if you offer to help w his work though sooo :) do w that what you will :) 

sungchan ,. ! - trust on me this, he’d be the one who’s always “busy” except in his case he probably fr is bc my guy is just into That Many extra curriculars - you call him up like hey where are you we’re supposed to meet at *insert name* coffee shop rn?? and he’d answer w all seriousness that his “rap music club members have a mandatory team exercise for which they’ve gone fishing and after he needs to prepare an ad for the video game club because he kinda insulted the ad making team and now they’re all on strike . oh and he has football coaching (as in he needs to coach like a bunch of tiny kindergarteners as a favor to some aunt) right in between!” - he’ll send all his work at like 4am tho dw ^^ sleep is for the weak.

wonbin ,. ! -perfectionist!!! he would be The aesthetic stationery + supplies guy with like pouches and pouches of pretty washi tapes, metallic coloured calligraphy pens, stickers and much more - would definitely call out people if their handwriting was bad.. - also he would totally use the project as an excuse to get to know whoever he’s interested in~ might offer to split the work into like duos and immediately choose you as his partner~ - prepare yourself for a lot of really obvious and goofy flirting..

seunghan ,. ! - ah yes the wise guy (genuine) (no why does he fr know everything about Everything) - puts out the most thought provoking, viewpoint shaking, world stopping arguments then half-slumps over the table and or rests his entire weight to lean on you and mumbles something about wanting to watch shin-chan >< he’s versatile (read : cute) like that - also would quite honestly go along w any idea no matter how bad it is <3 + seems super calm and composed but watch him be the most excited when taro suggests some team bonding at an arcade/festival :( <3

sohee ,. ! - he gives me manages stuff best under high pressure situations - if you’re freaking out about one of your teammates cough cough you can guess who it was having fumbled up and accidentally written down the wrong date and oh no your project is due tomorrow?! don’t worry! he’s got this :D - procrastinator at heart but for the right persuasion tactics done by ahem a certain someone (it’s you) he’d probably give it his all <;3 - also he’s an enabler at heart.. supports the ideas which he knows are going to be a trainwreck just for funsies

anton ,. ! - :(( he is Doing His Best okay - gets a bit overwhelmed due to the rising panic and chaos + leads to people being very partial to him but honestly yk he deserves it <3 - also a rich guy tm, would definitely ahem ahem pull some strings to get some extra fine quality materials~ - feel like he’d be good at research work + another 4am worker would definitely pester you to join zoom calls or ft you and be like hey!! look at this!! i did this!! is it good!! - as an excuse to show off to yuo splurges a lot for an end of the project celebration for sure

notes : inspired by very very real life events (wrote this in a zoom meet w my current group proj members ehe)! if you know me irl and feel like these are based off of you.. they're not!! you're simply hallucinating!!!! <333 + [m.list]

#order's up~! 📋⋆𐙚 #cookies.♡︎🍪 #div creds : @/PLUTISM !! #riize #riize scenario #riize imagines #riize shotaro #riize eunseok #riize sungchan #riize wonbin #riize seunghan #riize sohee #riize anton #riize x reader #kpop imagines #riize drabbles #riize fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop #kpop x reader #sungchan #wonbin #eunseok #seunghan #osaki shotaro #park wonbin #anton #anton lee #song eunseok #sohee x reader

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i'm outta my head over you Pt. 7

prologue (Pt. 1) | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | AO3 | playlist

this is the last chap of my steddie week fic!! i have a little blurb i may do for tomorrow's open ended prompt, but for now, here's the last @steddie-week prompt: misunderstandings

Robin stops him as they’re herding the gremlins into their respective vehicles. You’d think that after nearly five hours of spending the four barely adults’ money would be enough time at the arcade. But no. They’re all fighting them on leaving. As if they all won’t be asleep by the time they get home.

“Once you get it done, you may want to get up early.”

“Uh..what?”

“Steve always goes for a run at like ass o’clock in the morning.” she’s speaking low and fast to try and not draw attention to them, but their normal level of volume with one another is normally 100 times louder than this, so she’s really doing the exact opposite. “If you get up early enough, you can leave it for him while he’s gone.”

“Okayokay, I got it! Now stop making this weird.”

She looks around to find Steve already staring at the two of them questioningly.

“Oh shit… OKAY, YEAH, GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR DATE EDDIE.” she practically yells.

“What the hell, Robin? I don’t have a date!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it’ll be great!” she’s walking away already, shrugging like even she doesn’t know why the fuck she said that. “Call me when you’re home!”

Eddie smacks his palm against his forehead and turns to his van, not even daring to look at Steve again.

He finally does dare once he’s in his van and has started moving, giving Steve a ‘nothing wrong or weird here’ wave as he pulls away.

The expression on Steve’s face is indiscernible. Somewhere stuck between totally blank, and the most devastated look he’s ever seen.

Damnit, Robin.

He only ended up with Max in his van on the way back, so when they get back, he helps her inside, and resigns himself to staying up all night to finish the tape.

He pulls in next to Wayne’s truck at the same time his uncle is coming out the front door, a dufflebag in hand. 

“You off to work early old man?” and he asks as he gets out of his van, it’s only about 9 PM now and his uncle doesn’t usually go in until near midnight. 

“Yep, gettin’ some dinner with the fellas before we head in. Gotta leave shift early to go visit yer aunt.”

Ah. “That time of year is it?”

“Yep, I’ll see ya tomorrow evenin’, son. Don’t be getting into any trouble, y’hear?”

Eddie just shrugs. “You know me.”

“That’s exactly my point.” Wayne says with a crinkly smirk.

He gives his uncle a short hug, and Wayne kisses the top of his head with another ‘be safe’.

Then, because he’s agonizing about it, Eddie spends the next couple hours cleaning the trailer instead of picking the last two songs that will go on his side (listening to said tape while he does).

He’s still got some ideas from before, but only a couple good ones..and not all of them will fit in the time he’s estimated is left on the B side.

It isn’t until he gets to Be My Baby on his second listen through that he knows which one he’s going to add next.

After he’s got that one figured out and recorded, there definitely isn’t enough room left for the rest of the picks, so he adds the one he thinks says the most about how he feels about Steve, the one that says everything he needs to say.

-----

“Robin did say ‘ass o’clock’,” Eddie says to himself, glancing at the clock in his dashboard.

5:13. Yeah, that sounds right.

Eddie lets out a huge cracking yawn. Okay, he’s definitely gonna crash once he gets back to the trailer. He was so wired after finally finishing the tape, he couldn’t sleep even though he wanted to.

He makes it to Steve's street and parks up the road a bit (not wanting the rattle of his van to alert Steve to his presence if he hadn’t left yet), and walks the last leg. The tape in his pocket feels like it weighs a million pounds.

When he finally rounds the bushes at the front edge of Steve’s yard, Eddie feels every cell in his body seize up at once.

Nancy’s car is in the driveway.

What the–

Suddenly, the front door opens. He dives back behind the bushes, peeking through the leaves. You know, like a sane person?

Why the fuck is Nancy leaving Steve's house so early

Why is Steve only wearing those tiny fuckin’ shorts?

Oh no..

Oh shit.

There’s only one fucking reason

This is all wrong! Nancy knows he has feelings for Steve, was that not what that was at the arcade?

She’s with Robin, she didn’t refute it.

Oh fuck, he’s gonna have to tell Robin.

Eddie debates making himself known, let himself barrel over whatever awkwardness may arise, but he’s still got his heart in his pocket, addressed to Steve.. What’s he supposed to do with that then?

“Oh hey Steve, didn’t see you there! Just came by to drop off your very personal property that your best friend stole for me to defile! Nancy? Oh hey, you’re here! What’s up with tha–”

He’s startled out of his thoughts when the door of Nancy's station wagon shuts, the engine turning over. 

She pulls out, thankfully heading away from where he’s hidden.

Eddie watches until she’s out of sight, then jumps again when he hears Steve’s front door close.

Steve does a few hops in place from foot to foot on his front stoop (still shirtless), and starts off on his run the same way Nancy had gone. Had he been able to see shirtless, sweaty Steve whenever he wanted?? He just goes for runs like this every day? Why had no one told him??

‘Oh fuckin’ hell, shut up, shutup!!’ He yells at himself.

Now what?

Eddie sits in the grass in Steve Harrington’s front yard and stares at the back of his mailbox.

Does he still leave the tape? Of course he should, it is Steve’s tape afterall.

But what about the songs? Steve’s not gonna want his bullshit now…

He could go back to his van and re-write the note then come back and leave it. No, he wouldn’t have time now, Steve’s athletic, yeah, but Eddie’s been frozen in his front yard for a while now. He’d be back soon.

Fuck it. 

He’ll drop the tape on the front step, go back home and pack up his shit. Yeah. Good a time as any to get the fuck outta here.

Confessing your feelings to one of your closest friends who very obviously just got back together with his ex not even ten hours after you’d seen him and were very obviously flirting with each other?

Yeah. Not ideal.

Does he have the funds to get the fuck outta here? No. But he’s got enough for gas and he’s got a van. He’ll just load his mattress into the back and be gone before the rest of the town fully wakes up.

Good plan, Eddie’s brain. Thank you, rest of Eddie.

-------

Steve slows to a jog once he can see his house, cooling down from his run on the last little bit of his road, and stopping in his driveway to do some stretches back to the door.

He’s sinking down into his last lunge when he sees the little square of…something…sitting on the front step.

“The hell?”

He stoops down and picks it up, turns it over. There’s a piece of lined paper rubber banded around it.

Peeling off the band, Steve steps inside and unfolds the letter, leaning back on the now closed front door to read

“...oh no…” Steve looks down at the case in his hand. Now he sees why the rubberband was necessary, there’s another folded wad of papers shoved into the cassette’s case, now popped open without the band holding it together.

His heart, previously calmed down from his run, now beat wildly in his chest as he unfurls the short stack of paper.

He reads the first line, ‘8. I Was Made For Lovin’ You...’

“Holy shit.”

Steve books it up the stairs, he’s gotta get showered, he’s gotta get changed, he’s got one more song to add to the tape.

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Eddie’s just finished packing up his clothes when his alarm clock radio goes off, the 7am alarm still set for when he has to get up for school.

“...still don’t believe it, he was just leaving OH there must be some misunderstanding! There must be some kind of mistake…” blasts through the tinny speakers.

Nopenopenope, not dealing with that right now.

He slaps the clock around until it finally shuts off its maniacal teasing, and goes back to packing (and blinking away some wayward tears).

He’s just dropped the second bag of clothes and his sweetheart in her case by the front door and is contemplating if his mattress would actually fit in the back of his van, when there’s a knock on the door.

Eddie’s gut freezes mid-flip.

Oh no. Please n–

“Eddie, are you there? It’s Steve. Can I come in?”

‘Don’t move. Don’t make a single sound. Maybe he’ll think you’re not home and just leave.’

“C’mon man, I know you’re in there. You’re van’s out here.”

“Shit.”

Eddie trudges his way to the front door and opens it.

Even with floppy, just-washed, hair and an inside-out polo, Steve’s still the most beautiful person in existence.

“What do you want, Steve?” Wow. Even he’s surprised at how morose he sounds.

“I uh, I got your tape..my tape? I got your note. I added one more song and I thought, maybe, I could–” Steve looks down. “Are you..” his voice pitches high so he clears it. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Mhm.” Eddie can’t look him in the eye. He stares at the porch.

“Where are you–”

“Just going, ‘kay Steve? No need to worry about me being around anymore.” Eddie practically spits, still not looking up at his friend.

“Eddie, what are you–” he cuts himself off, his voice going soft. “Did you not mean what you said?”

That makes Eddie look up at him. Steve’s gaze is now cast downwards, staring blankly at Eddie’s packed bags.

“...I meant every word. Every song, Steve. But that doesn’t matter now, does it?” he’s truly mad now, who does he think he is, trying to act all glum like he wasn’t the one betraying his best friend.

“B-betraying my best–Eddie, what the hell are you talking about?”

Damn! He said that out loud.

“Just go away, Steve. I won’t tell Robin, but you definitely should.” Eddie moves to close the front door and turns back towards his room. He doesn’t hear it close, but he hears the creak of the floor when Steve follows him in.

Of. Course.

“Tell Robin what, Eddie? I already told her how I felt about you, that’s why she stole you the tape in the first plac–”

“Not that! You–” Eddie clenches his fists at his sides and spins back to face Steve. “That you hooked up with her girlfriend last night.” Steve’s face pales and Eddie continues on. “Yeah. I came by to drop off your tape; Robin thought I could leave it there when you left for your run. But lo and behold, what do I see when I come by? Nancy Wheeler’s car in your driveway at ass o’clock in the morning.

“Now, I may be a third time senior, but even I know what the fuck that means. Especially when, not long after I’ve gotten there, the Lady Wheeler herself waltzes out the door with Tiny Shorts McGee following her like a lost puppy.” he gestures at Steve, who’s still frozen in place by the door.

“So yeah, you can just burn those notes for all I care, I don’t even know why I still left it. Whatever. I’m leaving today anyway so you don’t need to worry about me pining hopelessly after you, ‘kay?”

Eddie’s chest is heaving, his eyes are burning with unshed tears, and Steve…starts laughing.

“I fuckin’ knew it!” There are tears spilling freely out of his eyes now. “You’re really good y’know, had everyone fooled. Even me! King Steve is alive and well, everyone!” Eddie spreads his hands wide and yells to no one.” I can’t believe you got me to fall for your good guy schtick. Get the fuck outta my house, Harrington.” Eddie points to the door, stalking forward.

“Eddie! Eddie, wait, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed.” Steve puts his hands out and Eddie stops, crossing his arms and glaring. “Eddie, please, Nancy was only dropping something off for me.”

“Yeah righ–”

“She was! She came by that early because she’s driving to an interview this morning at a paper in Indy. She knew I’d be up for my run anyway, so she stopped to give me the revisions she made to my–you know what, hold on. I’m calling Robin.”

“Steve, I told you to get the fuck out of my house, not go further into it.”

Steve ignores him and goes to the phone, giving Eddie as wide of a berth as he can while he passes. He picks it up and dials.

“I’m not fucking kidding, Harrington, get the fuck out of here–” Eddie’s anger is multiplied tenfold when Steve holds out a finger to shush him.

“Hi Mr. Buckley, this is Steve. I’m sorry to call so early, but can I please speak to Robin? There was a last minute change to our schedule…thank you.’

Eddie watches Steve’s face morph from his customer service expression, to an admittedly frightening pissed off smile when Robin apparently gets on the line.

“Hey Robin! I found my Eddie tape! It’s the funniest thing, I came back from my run and it was sitting on my doorstep.”

Eddie can hear the muffled sound of Robin’s voice coming through the earpiece.

“I know, isn’t that crazy?” Damn, Steve’s passive aggressive voice is…something else. “He must’ve dropped it off while I was gone..why wouldn’t he give it to me in person?”

Steve waves at Eddie to come closer, and when he stubbornly doesn’t, Steve rolls his eyes and comes to him, stretching the cord across the kitchen as he does.

“Hmmm...maybe.. Or maybe something scared him off?” He takes in an over-dramatic sarcastic gasp. “Or maybe, my best friend and soulmate who stole the tape for him, told him to come by at the exact worst time! When she knew a certain ex of mine and current girlfriend of hers was stopping by before leaving to Indy and it scared him off!”

Steve tilts the handset out from his ear so Eddie can hear..there’s complete silence on the other end.

“That would suck, don't you think? Seeing your crush’s ex leaving their house early in the morning when you’re coming over to confess to them?” He continues.

“Oh. My. God. Steve!! I am so so sorry I–”

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Eddie.”

Steve grabs up Eddie’s hand and wraps it around the handset, forcing him to take it, then stomps off into the living room.

Eddie puts the phone to his ear and walks back to the receiver, Robin rambling in his ear the whole way. 

“--ddie, I’m so so sorry! I totally forgot Nancy was dropping off Steve’s paper this morning before she went to her interview! Please please don’t be mad at me, actually, scratch that. Be super mad at me, but definitely not at Steve, okay? I should have remembered, I should have told you, I should hav–”

It’s effective, he feels the anger draining out of him. “Robin, Robin! It’s okay, you’re okay.” Eddie glances over at Steve, who’s pacing up and down the short length of the trailer’s living room. “But now I have a very pissed off Harrington in my house right now…you got any survival tips for me?” he mumbles lowly.

“...Oh! I know, just go over there and kiss hi–her–stupid!” Eddie snorts through his nose, her parents must still be nearby.

“Got it, I’ll try that. Thanks Birdie…for everything.”

She sighs in relief. “You’re welcome, Doofus.”

Eddie slowly hangs up the phone, and turns to where Steve is. Now stationary, he’s got one hand on his hip, and the other is rifling through his hair nervously.

‘Yep. Buckley’s right.’

Eddie takes a deep breath and crosses to Steve in three short strides, grabs his face in both his hands, and kisses him deeply.

Steve responds immediately; he wraps one arm around Eddie’s waist, his large palm centered squarely on his lower back, and one around his arm, lacing his fingers into Eddie’s curls and cupping the back of his head.

Steve pulls their bodies flush and cants his hips into Eddie’s, tugs a breathy moan from Eddie’s throat when the hand in his curls tightens.

Eddie’s nose is pressed uncomfortably into the space between Steve’s nose and cheekbone with how close they’ve smushed themselves together, but Eddie can’t find it in himself to care. 

He’s kissing Steve Harrington. 

There’s a strong thigh slotted between his, and Steve Harrington is kissing him back. 

Eddie moves one hand down to clutch at Steve’s shirt, and pushes the other back, grabbing onto those short hairs on the back of Steve’s neck.

They finally come up for air after one too many teeth clashes, their foreheads coming together.

“Hi.” they breathe out at the same time, chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

“We’re kinda idiots, huh?” Steve says, looking cross-eyed between Eddie’s eyes. The hazel of his eyes sparkling with the movement.

Eddie chuckles. “Dingus and Doofus, remember?” he points to each of them in turn, only lifting his pointer finger out of the grip on Steve’s shirt to do so.

“Can I play you the last song now?”

and then they low dance in eddie's living room

Yay!! that's it, thanks for following along with this one!!! here's the last tags :o) @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, @manda-panda-monium

Here's some notes since it's the last part:

this is the most I’ve ever written in such a short time, I literally wrote each of these chapters the day before their day to be posted….most of it while at work lmao

Steve used a Sony C60 tape. i.e. there’s 60-ish minutes of space on it. before At Last, the songs on the tape totaled 55 min 55 seconds, a perfect amount left for Etta James (ending up at 58 min 54 seconds in total according to my spoofy playlist).

I know that the Eddie half of songs weren’t really…’Eddie music’, but in my head, Eddie likes music for being music. All music is good (like he said to Max in part 5). Plus, he wanted to put songs on the tape that he knew Steve would like/want to listen to.

steve asked nancy to make revisions on his nursing school application essay (he found he quite liked the process of taking care of eddie and wants to go to school for it!)

anyone else just recently realize that Take Me Home Tonight had an allusion to Be My Baby?? anyway, love that, wanted to make that a thing here :o)

and lastly, a couple of little things i LOVED about this fic that i didn’t see anyone else / only a couple people point out:

Steve singing the rubber duckie song to Eddie in part 5

Eddie literally giving Gareth the shirt off his back in part 2 when Tommy threw his pop on him (in my head, this is the same red buffalo check flannel that Gareth ends up cutting the sleeves off of and wears in S4).

that's all!! thanks for reading, friends :o)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #st #st fic #steddie week #steddie week 2023 #steve harrington x eddie munson #mixtape #songfic #(kinda) #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #wayne munson #the party #stranger things #idiots in love #noelle writes

[nyasstars]

I MISS HIM ...do you? a/n: actually wasn't gonna post this but hey lets see what happens. we all know that im only good at angst.

"you always do this! I told you that I just came from the studio!"

"oh yeah! you obviously came from the studio with your MALE members, smelling like perfume!"

"oh my god, you're crazy!" he scoffs.

this was all your relationship had succumbed too. han would come home at two in the morning and and be out of the house before you even woke up.

people think that life with a k-pop idol was all glamour and unicorns and rainbows. and dating hanji was. until it wasn't. now, he was rarely home. he was always either on tour, or at the studio, or at the gym. and he never sent you so much as a text to tell you he was staying over. he'd rather simply let you stay up until 2am waiting.

and at first, he apologized. whenever he came home too late, he'd apologize and get you flowers the next day. now, he just denied, denied, denied. and told you that you were crazy.

were you?

"I miss him" now it'd been three weeks since the two of you broke up. part of you understood that it had to happen. that it wasn't healthy. that you weren't happy. but another part of you wanted to believe that it could've worked out. maybe you were the problem. had you done something wrong? had you driven him to become the person he was towards the end?

"do you? or do you miss the version of him you created? the version of him that you saw at the very beginning?" felix cocked his head at you as you both sat on your bed, the soft light illuminating from the tv screen reflecting on his face. freckles.

felix was the best friend you'd ever had. being friends from the fifth grade to college had made you closer than ever.

"i... i didn't create a version of him; it was there. he was there. we used to go on picnics and go on date nights. we've gone to the arcade together so many times that they have a picture of us pinned on the wall behind the counter." you giggled.

"and where's that version of him now?" felix raised an eyebrow.

"it's still inside him. i know it. he's just been stressed, that's all." a painful lump began to form in your throat as tears welled up in your eyes. even you didn't believe what you were saying. but you had to.

"the sooner you accept that he's not who he used to be, the sooner it'll stop hurting." he whispers. his voice was rather soothing.

just like han's used to be. when he wasn't yelling or drunk. but that was only sometimes.

you knew what felix was saying was true but you couldn't bear to face reality. the thought of having to live without him drove you insane. the thought of the loss of warmth from his arms around you.

who would ever love you if not him?

"will I ever get him back?" you asked, not wanting to accept any version of the answer he would give you.

truth be told, you didn't even hear his response.

as you closed your eyes, you took a deep breath. when you reopened them, you were still in your bedroom. but something had changed. when you turned, Hanji was lying beside you.

"you're back." you whispered.

he nods.

"I missed you. I love you."

he looked over at you, "I know. but this can't keep going on."

"I know. say it please. just once."

he sighed.

"I love you, my love. now I have to go."

"I know" you whispered as you silently sobbed.

the moment you closed your eyes again and reopened them, goosebumps painted you skin. you were greeted with felix's presence once more as he looked at you and sighed.

"I miss him."

"I know."

#stray kids #skz #stray kids au #stray kids scenarios #this is a cry for help #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #skz scenarios #han jisung #han #lee felix #angst with a happy ending #just kidding no happy ending

[boilsyouroil]

Is Eclipse Okay Yet!? It's Been Months!

Chapter 1 - Stubbornness Leads You Nowhere

[ AO3 LINK ] - [ CH 2 ]

Word Count ; 2022

Date ; 2024-04-03

AU ; The Oil Au

Notes ; Eclipse is not okay yet.

Takes place after finding out Ruin was evil, before Solar's death.

The sound of rain splashing against the window was the only sound in the room. Not even pained breathing could overtake the peace that held the air captive.

Eclipse tried his damn near hardest to get up, only to sink back into his seat. It hurt too much. All of it hurt too much. He had been alone in the back of the arcade again for a very long two days. Eclipse groaned and rubbed the sore area to try and soothe it enough to get up, but to no avail. In fact, the pressure made it worse.

If only someone were there to pick him up and carry him somewhere comfy, like a nice soft bed. Hell, even a bench or couch was better than this old worn desk chair. Eclipse hated to admit it, but he needed someone to come help him. At this point, he'd willingly get on his knees and beg if he could.

Sadly though, his body would not leave him alone, and so he had no choice but to sit. He reached a hand up to grab onto the desk and push himself toward the light switch. Surprisingly enough, the chair still rolled, even with a broken wheel. But sadly, it didn't make it all the way to the other end of the room. Eclipse groaned and took off his shoe, throwing it at the light switch. He missed, and tried again with the other one. Missed again.

He grumbled in defeat and opted instead to simply shield his eyes from the light. He considered for a moment, pinging someone for help with his predicament, but ultimately decided against it. Not long later, his lack of sleep caught up with him and he was out cold.

----

Solar sighed as he followed close behind Moon, "Are you sure he's actually in here?" Moon nodded, "He can't have gone anywhere else. Besides, the computer said he was throwing a tantrum or something in here last he was seen."

As they entered into the back room of the arcade, immediately something felt different. The lights in the hall were off, and the silence was eerie. Moon went through first, immediately slamming the door to the repair room open. Moon promptly stated the following, "You've had your sulking time, I need you to come help with something." Solar immediately followed Moon.

At about the same time, both of them registered the fact that Eclipse was dead asleep in a very shitty chair, completely silent. Solar and Moon looked at eachother for a minute, before Solar decided to take charge. He walked forward and shook Eclipse's shoulder firmly. Lucky for him, this was enough to rouse the other animatronic from his slumber. "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Solar smiled.

Moon had to do his best to stifle his laughter, seeing as Solar just couldn't resist an opportunity to lightly insult Eclipse. Eclipse found himself looking up at Solar, his eyes had a lifeless glare. Moon almost immediately noticed something was wrong, and stepped closer. "Eclipse, wake your ass up." Eclipse groaned as the pain from just hours ago finally hit him like a train.

"I'm up, what do you want?" He managed to wheeze out to Moon. Moon frowned and crouched a bit, blocking the light from Eclipse's eyes. "I need you to help me with something, but first I want you to explain why you think it's okay to just disappear into one room for days on end without saying anything?" Sitting himself upright with a wince, Eclipse moved to rub the sleep from his eyes. "Simple answer, I wanted something, I got what I wanted, then I got stuck."

"Stuck, what do you mean stuck?" Solar chimed in, walking over to inspect the back of Eclipse's faceplate for any idea as to what was going on. Eclipse, rather surprisingly, didn't fight back. "The little cretin that rebuilt me had the bright idea of making it..." Eclipse hissed mid-sentence, another wave of pain shot through him, "impossible for me to function without suffering." Eclipse stated it as such a fact that it made Moon's blood boil. He knew Ruin was a prick, but to give someone chronic pain, let alone to such severe amounts? That's just plain awful.

Moon thought for a moment, then promptly hooked his hands under Eclipse's arms and yanked him from the chair, no real regard for how he felt. "Come on, you tree." Moon grunted as he threw the taller animatronic over his shoulder. He began walking to the daycare. Eclipse's response to this? Struggling to get free, of course! He was stubborn, that was one thing you could never take from an Eclipse. Hell, even Solar was stubborn, and he was practically the polar opposite of all other Eclipses. Eclipse kicked Moon in the stomach and cried out, "Put me down, you fucking blueberry!"

After realizing Moon wouldn't give in, Eclipse instantly looked towards Solar, hissing out, "Help me out of this you useless-" he grunted, struggling to find an insulting nickname to use against Solar, "thing!" Solar choked for a moment in an attempt to stifle his laughter. "Moon, you owe me like seven hundred dollars. Eclipse, with very little respect, I refuse to help you. Besides, seeing you helpless is kind of funny to me."

Eclipse groaned and mumbled, though what he said when unheard. He felt his face begin to heat up from embarrassment. This new emotion led to him pressing his entire body into a smaller state, knees bent in, shoulders raised and arms crossed, head pulled closer to his body.

Only a few minutes passed and Eclipse found himself on Moon's couch, being guarded by Solar as Moon was in another room to retrieve god knows what. Eclipse sat with his legs spread out, and his arms crossed over his chest, attempting to put a barrier between himself and Solar without looking like some scared kid. For a moment, Eclipse forgot Solar was there, being lost in his thoughts. It wasn't long before he was brought back to reality by a surge of pain so bad he thought he would die. He hissed and tensed up, leaning forward.

Solar crouched next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't fall off the couch on me. I don't wanna have to pick you back up." Eclipse groaned and rolled his head to the side so he could look Solar in the eyes. The pity that met his gaze made him want to gag. Eclipse grabbed Solar's wrist and pushed him away, but this only made Solar more insistent, now putting both hands on Eclipse's shoulders.

He pushed Eclipse back far enough that he was leaning into the backrest, the cushion enveloping both sides of him. He didn't fight back this time, nor did he immediately spring up the second Solar released him. This position was comfortable, and actually helped a bit now that he wasn't folded right over the painful area. Solar seemed to notice this by the way his face flashed into a knowing smile.

Moon came back with a heated blanket, promptly tossing it right over Eclipse. Solar and Moon sat on the other couch, Moon eating a bag of chips. Eclipse, having only gotten a few hours of sleep in the fazcade, soon passed out again, not even laying down. He looked awfully peaceful while he slept, so much so you would have never thought he was the villain in the story. Solar promptly snapped a picture for later.

----

Eclipse woke to the sound of Moon's voice. "So what if he's been sleeping for two days!? Let him rest! He may be our mortal enemy but that doesn't mean we can just take away his basic fucking needs! How would you feel if I woke you up from a much needed nap!?"

"Moon I need to clean the blanket it hasn't been washed in a week!"

"You can wash it when he's done using it, instead of waking him up to steal it from him!"

He opened his eyes to see Sun and Moon standing in the kitchen, bickering, Sun had a half empty bottle if wine in hand and Moon was standing in his way of getting out from behind the island. Eclipse groaned and sat up, causing both the twins to fall silent.

"Quit your fucking fighting, you'll wake the damn dead with all that noise." In the blink of an eye, Moon was standing over Eclipse with one hand on his faceplate, looking him over. "Eclipse! It's been two days, are you okay!?"

"I'm fine, Moon. Get your damn hands off me!" Eclipse growled, moving to stand up. Moon promptly pushed him back onto the couch, hissing at him, "Stay down and just relax for five minutes. Last I checked, you don't have anywhere you need to be, so just chill. Me and Sun will bring you what you need, just take it easy for the day."

"Very funny. I don't need your damn pity, and I certainly don't care for sitting down and taking a damn break." Eclipse spat as he tried once again to worm his way off the couch. He made it about two inches from his seat before he was pushed right back onto the sofa. He chuckled, "You just aren't gonna give up, are you, Moon? You going to keep me here as your little couch prisoner? God you're annoying." Moon sighed, "I don't want you to get up unless you absolutely have to right now, your body needs time to rest. Besides, you deserve to take a break once in a while."

"Well aren't you just peachy?" Eclipse taunted Moon as he tried to get up again. As assumed, his attempts were pointless. Moon ended up putting Sun on guard duty while he left to get dinner. Sun, to nobody's surprise, was freaking out the entire time.

Come dinnertime, Eclipse found himself sat between Sun and Moon. He was given food that he didn't actually end up touching. Unlike the rest of the celestials, he hasn't been built with basic needs in mind. While he had the systems to eat, he couldn't open his mouth. This often led to him going to get food to cure his hunger, only to end up giving away the food he made so it wouldn't be wasted. Eclipse tried to express this issue to Moon on multiple occasions, but he didn't ever end up finishing his sentences due to either being ignored or interrupted.

After dinner, Moon led Eclipse to the guest room, tossing him a brand new pair of pajamas, still had the tags and everything. The outfit was rather soft to the touch, and somehow just the perfect size.

Unlike Moon or Sun, his clothing wasn't cemented onto his body, so he definitely was able to spend his time appreciating other outfits. He looked in the mirror at the way the pajamas fit him, and he smiled softly at how perfect this seemed. After a little longer of admiring his new sleepwear, Moon interrupted him.

"Come on, go to bed. I want to turn all the lights out now, and to do that everyone needs to be in bed." Moon stated this rather calmly as he pushed Eclipse into the bed. He handed Eclipse the remote to the TV and then left, turning out the lights. Moon was rather surprised when he shut the door and went up the stairs, only to hear the Bluey intro song of all things. He hadn't taken Eclipse to be someone who even watched TV, let alone kid's cartoons.

----

Eclipse wriggled himself under the covers, feeling himself become engulfed with warmth. He pulled one of the pillows out from under his head and then decided to turn on a show. After a long time searching, he settled on Bluey. He wasn't exactly in the mood for anything serious, and all the other kids shows were- to put it kindly -obnoxious. After a few hours, Eclipse ended up trailing right back to sleep, pressed against the pillow as though it were a living thing.

#oil writes #fnaf #sams #sun and moon show #tsams #boils your oil #fnaf security breach #the sun and moon show #dca #sams moon #eclipse sams #eclipse tsams #sams eclipse #fnaf eclipse #eclipse fnaf #sun and moon show solar #sun and moon show au #sun and moon show eclipse #moon sams #fnaf moon #tsams moon #moon fnaf #solar sams #sams solar #solar #tsams solar #mama moondrop

[dameronology]

timing's a bitch [5/5] - s.h

summer '87

“oh my love, i lied to you, but i never needed to" - liar, paramore (x)

“if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing…timing. but timing is a bitch” - how i met your mother

a.k.a the three times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment, the one time that you chose the wrong moment, and the one time you both got it right (series masterlist)

a/n: i am sooooo sorry for how long this took. i have a long list of excuses but i shall not bore you. we have, however, finally made it to the end and i owe you all the biggest fucking thank you in the world for all your support on this series. i love u all and i hope this is the ending u wanted <3

Twelve months was the longest period of time you’d gone without seeing Steve Harrington.

You’d seen him basically every day for your entire goddamn life and then he’d just…disappeared. Left the arcade in a cloud of shame and then you hadn’t seen him since. He was fine; you knew that much. A quick call to his parents had let you know that he was with them in Florida. Fuck knows why, because as far as you’d known he had hated his parents almost as much as he hated Florida. But, as it had turned out, knowing didn’t account for much. You thought you knew Harrington’s every move, but everything in the last year had completely blindsided you. Even if it was just an anomaly, it was enough to make you question everything. It had hurt more than you cared to admit – the sudden revelation, the disappearance, the lack of contact – but the realisation that he’d admitted to loving you had carried you for just a little while.

Only a little while. Three months at the most. After that, you lost hope and moved on.

Did it feel like part of you was missing? Completely. Was there anything you could do about it? Absolutely not.

Steve’s name became something of a curse word amongst your friendship circle. Friendship triangle, actually. The combination of Eddie and Robin had been the only thing carrying you through. Hawkins had changed as you knew it, because as it turns out, you and Steve had shared a pair of rose-coloured lenses. The town sucked without them and man you hoped Florida was even worse for him. Maybe one of the crocodiles or swamps would swallow him up. At least that way you could get closure.

It was hard not to think about him; to think about whether or not he’d started dating again, about how much he was probably suffocating under the same roof as his parents. The part of you that had been hurt by him wanted so badly for him to be aching too – for you, for the familiar, for the realisation that Tampa Bay might have been great, but no place was truly great without you – but the rest of you just pined. For him, for his dumb sarcasm and ridiculous ability to be so smart about everything, for his shitty driving and that stupid cologne and the cursed BMW that you were afraid to shine a UV light in for fear of a live Jackson Pollock experience.

You missed him.

Eddie and Robin were good company. Every time you were sad, you would find yourself with them at the Hideout, laughing about something stupid and then revelling in the realisation that you were going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. You had your friends.

“So…I like her, but I don’t like like her, you know?” Eddie’s aimless ramblings filled your ears one cold Wednesday night. Class had been long, but not as long as this conversation. Was he even going the right way home? You’d no clue.

“So, break up with her then, Eds,” you replied, unable to resist an eyeroll. “It’s obvious.”

“But she’s so hot!”

“And?!” you shot back. “You can’t just hold out for someone because they’re hot.”

“Right. If you did, you’d be in a Florida swamp by now.”

You shot Eddie a glare. “Watch it.”

“I regretted it as soon as I said it,” he grimaced. “Sorry. I really am.”

Eddie reached across and squeezed your arm, giving you a smile. He was far too easy to forgive.

As it turned out, he had been going the right way, because your apartment building had finally made an appearance in the distance. One of the better developments in your life in the past year had been that you, Robin and Eddie found a place together. It was a complete shithole, and you were pretty sure your neighbour was a pervert, but it was yours. More yours than your place in New York had been. 

Hopping out the van, you shut the door behind you and fumbled around for your keys. Eddie wasn’t far behind, just taking a moment to assess the damage the pavement had done to his wheel when he’d collided it with at the morning. Something about the government shouldn’t have put a pavement there and I don’t pay taxes for this shithole to destroy my van.

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside and was immediately greeted by Robin. She was in attack mode, elbowing her way past you and towards Eddie.

“Munson!” she yelled. “How many times have I told you not to smoke week inside? I’m trying to study for my finals but all I can smell is your skanky goddamn stoner broccoli- “

“- woah, woah, woah!” Eddie held his hands up in defence. “Before you rip my head off, don’t you want to have that conversation with our beloved roommate first?”

You glanced at them, thinning your eyes. “The hell are you talking about?”

“Uh…” Robin trailed off. “We should go inside for this.”

“Or you could just tell me here?” you suggested.

Despite your advice, your friends both took an arm each and lead you inside to the sofa, where they laid you down. Robin did have a point about the smell in here.

“You should sit down for this,” Eddie began.

You propped yourself up on your elbows. “I’m lying down?”

“Oh…” he trailed off. “Then you might want to sit up for this.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat up and swung your legs round so they were on the floor. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

Robin gulped. “Steve called.”

“Here?” your eyebrows shot up.

“Yeah. Six times, actually,” she continued.

“What?!” you exclaimed. “When?”

Eddie and Robin glanced at each other.

“Guys,” you pushed. “When?”

“Three months ago. And also, nine months ago, and also ten months ago, and he also tried calling my house the week he left and…” Eddie trailed off. “Why do you look so angry?”

“Why the fuck are you only telling me this now?!”

“We thought it was best you didn’t know!” Robin chimed in. “He just made you so miserable and-

“- that’s not your decision to make!” you snapped.

“No, you’re right…. we know that. Now. We know that now,” Eddie said. “We just thought it was worth telling you because rumour has it, he’s back in town.”

“Rumour has it from who?”

“My eyes,” Robin admitted. “I saw him yesterday at the coffee shop down the road. I think he was looking for you.”

--

It wasn’t in your nature to dramatically storm off. It was even less in your nature to steal Eddie Munson’s keys and aimlessly speed off into the night, but you probably earnt the right to do after learning that your best friends had been lying to you. Betrayal from Steve had sucked, but even more so from them. What sucked even more was the realisation that he hadn’t been ignoring you for a year. That was a lot to deal with.

You found yourself driving to Lover’s Lake. It had been an unconscious decision – less conscious that the one to fuck up Eddie’s tyres even more on the way over – but it was weirdly peaceful once you got there. Freaky alien portals aside, it was a pretty relaxing place when it was empty at night. The water was completely dark, lit up only by the moon and stars, where you could be alone with your thoughts and-

“I have a gun!”

The words from your mouth had been quick – and a lie – when you heard someone step on a twig behind you. It wasn’t the worse lie in the world. You could have had a gun in your pockets. Maybe. How big were guns anyway? You didn’t know.

“If you come a step closer I will fucking END you-“

“- you don’t carry a gun.”

There was only one person in the world who could be truly certain of that decision. Steve fucking Harrington.

A beat passed and before he could say anything else, you’d thrown yourself at him. You both fell to the ground – Steve breaking your fall with his body and letting out an ow – and for a split second, you weren’t sure you were decking him or fighting him. The decision came to you naturally, it turned out, because when he tried to sit up, you tackled him back into the ground with a hug. Steve sat there aimlessly for a second, but quickly wrapped his gangly arms back around you.

“Fuck,” you murmured. “What the fuck, Steve?!”

“Couldn’t I be asking you the same thing?!” he demanded. “You’ve been ignoring my calls for a year!”

You took a step back from the hug, glowering for a moment. “I haven’t. I promise.”

“Well you haven’t been answering them-“

“- it was Eddie and Robin!” you cut him off. “We moved in together…it’s too fucking long to explain, but they are meddlers. They are meddling meddlers. I’ve spent the last year waiting for you to call Steve and for fuck’s sake, man! It’s me. If you are genuinely stupid enough to think that I would willingly ignore your calls then you don’t know me at all!”

Steve was silent for a second. That was a lot of information to process. It was good information – encouraging, indeed - but it also meant he had to change his entire worldview that he’d spent the last year adjusting to. Not unlike you had in the last hour.

“Besides…” you carried on. Yeah, it was all coming out now. “You’re the one who accidentally confessed your love for me. You’re the one who ran away! So even if I had been ignoring your calls, who’s to say it wasn’t justified?”

“No, yeah…you’re right,” Steve murmured. “I’m sorry. I really am. I know that doesn’t cut it at all. It doesn’t even begin to make it right but if you would just give me the chance, I promise I will make it up to you.”

“A chance?” you raised your eyebrows. “What kind of chance?”

“The same kind of chance I asked for the night you left for college almost two years ago,” he said. “The chance that’s been fucked over and over because of bad timing-”

“- have you ever considered that maybe you were the one who was about twelve hours behind everyone else?”

“Have you ever considered that maybe you were twelve hours ahead?”

You smiled. “Get to the point, Steve.”

“I love you,” Steve declared. He flung his arms out at as he did, almost as though he were announcing it to the dark clouds above you. “I’m sorry for running away, but in doing it, I realised there’s only one place I want to run and that’s to wherever you are. Even if it’s almost midnight, by a lake, on a freezing cold night.”

“How did you even know I was here?” you asked.

“You have three places you go when you’re not home and that’s here, my house or the record shop and – look, I don’t want to rush you, but it would be really wonderful if we could circle back to where you stand vis-à-vis that love declaration-”

“- fucking obviously I love you too,” you cut him off.

Steve smiled.  There was no doubt in his mind that you were still seething but finally, after two years of swings-and-roundabouts, you’d finally said the same thing at the same time. It had been a two year long head-ache – one you still felt dizzy from – but hey. You’d finally caught each other at the same moment. And god forbid you’d ever let him go.

“But this has to be it now, Steve,” you poked him in the chest. “No one-night stands, no other people, no bullshit. I can’t take bullshit.”

“This is it,” he said affirmatively. “I promise. I’m not ever letting you out of my sight again.”

“You promise?”

Steve grabbed your hand, pulling your pinky out of your balled up fist and wrapping it around his. “You have my word.”

Finally, he kissed you.

You’d kissed multiple times before; that fateful night two years ago, the even more fateful one in New York, and the time it almost happened in the lake just two miles from where you were stood. All of those things had taken you a step closer to this but the moment in itself felt like a weight off your shoulders. Almost like it was something that had been written in the stars since the first day you’d thrown a Lego brick at him, and both of you had been holding your breath waiting for you to happen ever since.

“I’m gonna kill Robin and Eddie, by the way,” you quietly said.

“Don’t,” Steve murmured against you. “I only just got you back. I can’t have you going to prison.”

"Yeah, fair point," you laughed. "Besides, if I can forgive you, I can forgive them."

"Hey!"

"Sorry..." you trailed off. "I love you."

Steve smiled. "I love you too."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fluff #stranger things angst #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson

[dreamhacker606]

Your Boyfriend Fangame

Alright listen up folks:

I have an idea related to the Your Boyfriend game and our beloved Peter.

For context, recently I found out that the plot of Peter and MC ended up getting really toxic and terrible. Like into territory that just doesn’t seem as characteristic to the Peter we were introduced to in the beginning. I understand that’s the whole point, but I feel like it really could’ve gone better and we could’ve had a choice to fix things or whatever.

Then there’s the issue with Fuboo. I dunno what it is about creators of horror games/comics/etc being child groomers/predators, but it’s becoming too much of a theme nowadays. Y’all can correct me if this is wrong and provide evidence against the accusations. I still feel like my idea will really help bring the YB fandom back up again because goddammit I adore the characters.

Anyways here’s the idea:

We get introduced to the characters as usual like it is in the first chapter. However, rather than the story focusing on Peter, we get the choice to go into other characters as well, such as getting to know our roomie, Lucy, more or getting to hang out with TK. Maybe even cracking the hard exterior of Don.

What I’m saying is…

I want a dating sim.

It would be great! Think about it: we get the chance to romance Peter, our stalker, and maybe help him out in the end. However, we still get the chance to date the other characters if we wanted to if we make the right choices as the MC. Think about it:

Lucy, partygirl and nympho, is actually really shy and sweet when you get to know her more. She loves something nerdy or bookish, like LotR or Classic Novels.

TK becomes more than a best friend/coworker as you hang out more (I feel like he’d be a total hipster into arcade games and antiques ngl).

Don, our landlord daddy, ends up being a real sweetheart and we get to see him crack a smile or laugh if we say the right thing.

This could really work. Also, of course, MC has the choice of being referred to as she/her, he/him, they/them, etc. as well as whatever name they choose.

I’m kind of pulling my ideas from DDLC (Doki Dokie Lit. Club) and The Arcana, but I still feel like it would work.

The only thing we might have issues with is that Fuboo or whoever else created the game might use copyright rules or whatever because it’s be their original idea.

However, I feel like if this is just a fangame and, unfortunately, give credit to a child groomer, this would still work. The credit would just go to the character ideas and game, but the rest would be an original plot.

But Sage, what about the horror aspect of the game?

Well, we can still add that. Maybe Peter, when you date the others, can still be like Monika in DDLC where she kills off the other interests. He doesn’t actually do it but we could make sure we protect TK, Lucy, and/or Don. Peter’s route would just be us dealing with him directly.

Also, if we have good or bad endings, we could still have the horror aspect, like having murder or something.

I just really miss YB content and I hate to know that, once again, a creator couldn’t just be a decent human.

I think that’s all I have for now at least. Please let me know if you’d be interested in working on this. I’d love to help out anyway I can.

Disclaimer: I am (currently) not making the fangame. I will see if I can with the resources I have available, but I’m ngl Apple products are not creator friendly.

Edit:

Ahah so this keeps getting a fair amount of notes. I just have a question: how do I develop a game like this?

#your boyfriend #your boyfriend peter #peter your boyfriend #ddlc #doki doki literature club #the arcana #dating sim #dating game #fuck child groomers #new idea #fresh start #game design #game dev #game developers #game development #new game!

[anqelically-archived]

SWEET 14 ➳♡༉‧₊˚✧ — VALENTINE’S EVENT

14 moments on valentine’s day with 14 characters from my favorite animes! here, we’re exploring the simple valentine’s experiences as the one they love through both drabbles (under 1k words) and oneshots (over 1k words)

date: february 1 through february 17 (delays because i got sick </3)

fandoms: jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, bungo stray dogs, fruits basket, chainsaw man, blue lock, classroom of the elite

MOMENT 1 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ YUJI ITADORI X GN!READER

his date with you to the arcade doesn’t exactly go as planned

MOMENT 2 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ TETCHO SUEHIRO X GN!READER

it’s his first valentine’s day with you, and he goes all out without even meaning to

MOMENT 3 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ARMIN ARLERT X GN!READER

you thought that maybe he forgot what today was, but it was far from that

MOMENT 4 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AKI HAYAKAWA X GN!READER

you’re in love with a man that plays the role of a housewife a little too well

MOMENT 5 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO X GN!READER

he’s only ever needed two things in his life—one is coffee, and two is you

MOMENT 6 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ RANPO EDOGAWA X GN!READER

all he’s ever wanted was something sweet, and he found the sweetest thing in you

MOMENT 7 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ KYO SOHMA X GN!READER

you’re the first one he’s ever loved, and he hopes you’ll also be the last

MOMENT 8 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AKIKO YOSANO X GN!READER

no matter what time of the year it is, you see nothing wrong with getting cold drinks

MOMENT 9 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SATORU GOJO X GN!READER

as cold as it may be, nothing stops him from treating you out to a good cup of frozen yogurt

MOMENT 10 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ HIYORI SHIINA X GN!READER

where she makes your relationship public to the entire school with a simple box of chocolates

MOMENT 11 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ TOGE INUMAKI X GN!READER

he’s too cute to resist the moment you see him, and too hard to let go when you have to

MOMENT 12 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ OSAMU DAZAI X GN!READER

he doesn’t get why he’s blessed with you in his arms every morning, so you make him realize why

MOMENT 13 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ YUTA OKKOTSU X GN!READER

it’s said that promises are meant to be broken, but he has every intention of keeping it when he’s with you

MOMENT 14 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MEGURU BACHIRA X GN!READER

you find it odd how many boxes of candy he’s gone through. that is, until you see what he left for you

NAVIGATION | MAIN MASTERLIST

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #aot x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #attack on titan x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #fruits basket x reader #classroom of the elite x reader #cote x reader #aqevents

[jukey]

Blue Lock x Reader Scenario

Bachira x Reader Scenario

today's date with your childish beloved boyfriend went miserably wrong when he accidentally kicked his neighbour's son's soccer ball in a river. that's why you're making him write a very utmost, genuine apology right now (he regrets nothing).

look, look Y/N! it's done," your boyfriend frantically told you while handing you a piece of paper. he watched you reading the letter in anticipation. "with extra tears," he quickly pointed out.

"bachira, I don't understand this at all," you quickly dismissed him and his apology letter. "you're guilt-tripping the poor thing."

"what do you meannnnn? don't tell me I have to remake it," he whined.

"if you hadn't been stupid, we still could've gone to the arcade," you pat his hair and hold onto his shoulders. "c'mon, what would you want someone to write if they suddenly made your ball disappear," you tried ringing a bell inside of his brain (or what's left in there).

he thought about what you said for a while. "i'd forgive the 'poor thing' and let him have all the attention and love from his girlfriend because he deserves it!" he then lashed on top of you causing both of you to fall.

"for fuck's sake bachira," you cried out.

he gasped and quickly loosened his weight on you "are you hurt??" he asked while worriedly holding onto your face.

"no, you ju- ow!" he wasted no time bringing himself down again.

"my baddd."

he snuggled his head in the crook of your neck and hold onto you tightly to prevent you from escaping.

"wanna go to the store and buy a new soccer ball?" he asked you.

"for your neighbour?"

"i actually meant for me but that also works!!"

i feel like this is so ooc but im sleep drunk rn and fell down the stairs #ao3writerarc.

#bllk #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock fluff #bachira meguru #bachira x reader #bachira megumi #bachira x you #bachira meguru x reader #blue lock meguru bachira #meguru x reader #baby bachira #bllk bachira #idk what to tag help #im so done #bachira hcs #bachira fluff #fyp #bachira meguru x you #nagi seishiro

[oftenwantedafton]

The Perfect Girl - Dave Miller/William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 4

Rating - Explicit

Warnings- sexual content, non/dub con, kidnapping, restraints, minor violence

Also available on AO3

A Monday evening. Six months to the day William Afton had first met you. He’s working second shift. So are you.

The air is stale outside. It hasn’t rained in nearly two months. You’re wearing another dress today, a similar style to the sunflower one you’d previously worn. Airy ruffled cap sleeves and flowing fabric and delicate pearlescent buttons. The pattern on this one is pale pink with little rosebuds. Pink high heel sandals with patterned rosebud laces that match the dress winding around your ankles. Your toenails are polished dark pink. Rose water scent to compliment your outfit.

Tonight he tugs you into one of the many liminal spaces when you leave for break. Backs you against the wall. Rests a hand there and leans into you. Inhales deeply. Kisses your neck. Feels you shiver against him.

“Your surprise is ready,” he murmurs. “Do you want it?”

Your eyes are lidded, hazy. Thumbs hooked into the belt at his waist, hanging heavy, letting him support some of your weight. “Yes, I want it.”

“We’re going to Freddy’s. You remember how to get there?”

He’s never taken you back. He’s been saving it. For this very moment.

You nod.

“I’ll meet you there. Make sure no one sees you.” His tongue occupies your mouth for the remainder of your break.

***

You’re standing outside the opening that leads inside the abandoned pizzeria.

You hadn’t expected the surprise to be in here. You think maybe it’s something to do with the animatronics. Perhaps he’s gotten them working again somehow.

Dave Miller appears.

He pulls you inside the restaurant. Leads you through the darkness. He does not even attempt to use a flashlight. You’re reliant on his guidance. He stops short at one point and you’re pushed against the wall. His kisses are rough, sloppy. Your cheeks and jaw and throat are wet from his mouth. You bury a hand in his hair. Listen to his ragged breathing. Feel the space between your legs throb.

You’re led forward again. You hear the sound of the breaker switch. The snap and pop of the fluorescents reawakening. He guides you in a new direction, some place you haven’t been before. So not the dining room with the animatronics, then. And not the arcade, either. You’re heading deeper into the establishment.

The security guard pauses beside an open door and gestures for you to enter.

For the tiniest sliver of a second you feel doubt. Misgivings like you’d had in the beginning. There was something off here. Something wrong. But he’s earned your trust these past few months. You follow his command and enter.

It’s a security office. Stacks of monitors sitting on top of a battered desk. A console with rows of switches positioned before them. The technology looks somewhat dated. You can see a variety of areas captured on those surveillance screens. The center stage. The hallways. The dining room. Kitchen. Main entrance. Prize counter. Cash register. And this last one which looks completely different from all the rest. This one newer, with several angles all partitioned on one large flatscreen that’s dead center. A living space. You see a bedroom and a kitchen. Frown and glance at Dave.

His eyes have gone black. He advances on you, one palm seated against your throat. Your buttocks strikes the edge of the desk. He grabs one of your hands and presses it against his crotch. You gasp and he moans at the feel of you touching his erection. Your pussy is tingling again.

You’re too shocked to respond properly. The hand against him is frozen, just feeling that intimidating presence. The hand resting along your throat moves down and drags harshly against your dress. The top several buttons surrender. You hear more than one clatter to the floor. His mouth is frantic on yours.

“Dave…wait…” It’s too much, too fast.

“I’ve waited for this for six months,” he growls, nipping at your bottom lip. His hand shoves beneath your bra and roughly massages your breast. “I’m done waiting. You wanted this, remember? You asked for this.” He squeezes your hand still positioned against his cock.

You did, but not like this. He’s too rough, too aggressive. You have no control over what’s happening and it’s frightening. “Dave, just hold on a second, okay?”

His mouth lifts off your throat and he looks at your features. “This could have gone so much differently. Just remember I gave you a chance.” The hand imprisoning yours releases and shoves inside his right pants pocket. The other knots in your hair. You’re trapped between him and the desk. You push against him futilely. You hear the sound of liquid in a glass bottle shifting. He wrenches your head back and covers your mouth with a cloth. You try to scream and the chemicals drag into your lungs. There is a taste of something sweet. “Oh, and by the way, my name’s not Dave,” he whispers beside your ear.

You lose consciousness.

***

You awaken and find yourself somewhere soft.

You’re lying on a bed. The room is dimly lit by shaded wall sconces. You feel the mattress beneath you shift as weight is added to it. Dave—or whatever the security guard’s actual name is—has just sat beside you. There’s something metal touching one ankle. Your sandals are missing. You struggle to sit up and he pushes you back down, his hands on your shoulders.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you, unless you make me.”

You try to swallow. Your mouth is so dry. Cottony feeling. You have a terrible headache. “Why are you doing this?”

He still holds your shoulders. “Because I went to all the trouble of making this place just for you. Inviting you into my home. And you don’t appreciate it.”

You frown. It’s so hard to concentrate. Your mind feels foggy. “What do you mean, your home?”

“I mean, it’s my home. Mine. I own this place. And now, I own you.” His teeth flash, sharp and bright even in the softly lit room. A wolf revealed.

“Who are you?”

“My name is William Afton. I’m the original founder of this establishment, and that name carries a history with it. Hence the alias. You’ll forgive me for that, won’t you?”

“Why didn’t you just…if all you wanted to do was rape me—”

William shakes his head violently, cutting you off. “—No. You’re misunderstanding my intentions. There is no satisfaction in simply taking by force. It’s too fleeting. I prefer something more sustainable for the long term.” The hands still gripping your shoulders relax. His thumbs trace circles. “If you’re good, you’ll be rewarded. I’ll give you whatever you want, within reason. If you’re not, I’m afraid the consequences will be unpleasant.” He leans closer to your face and you flinch. “In time you’ll realize this is all for the best.”

“Someone will find me. My mom will call the police.”

“False bravado does not suit you, my dear. No one will hear you. No one will find you, either. This place is completely concealed and soundproofed and continuously monitored. The police can search all they like. They’ll never discover anything. They never do. And even if they somehow trace your disappearance back to me, rest assured I will be able to talk my way right out of it. This isn’t my first rodeo, as they say.”

“You’ve kidnapped other girls?”

“Children. Not girls. Not a young woman like yourself. And rid your mind of that filth right now. That’s not why I took them. I had a much different purpose in mind. Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. Let’s focus on the subject at hand: namely you. You have free run of this room, as long as you cooperate; otherwise I’ll be forced to restrain your further. Bathroom and shower behind the wall there and no, there is no camera angled there, so you’ll have privacy. Toiletries and things for when you have your monthlies. Clothes, linens in the closets. Kitchen is stocked but I’ll bring you other things if you need them. Books to read, some on your beloved ancient Egypt. Contemporary magazines. Television, DVD player, movies, CD’s too. Things people your age seem to enjoy. It should all be more than enough to keep you occupied for now.”

You heart sinks lower and lower the more the older man speaks. A wave of nausea rolls over you. Why had you ever trusted him? You should have trusted your instincts. You should have…

Your eyes well with tears. Afton frowns. “None of that. It’s a change, I understand. Something to get used to. But you will get used to it. Soon enough you’ll enjoy my kisses again. My touches…” He kisses the corners of your eyes, collecting the salted liquid pooling there. One of the hands holding a shoulder slides down, dragging over your breast and along your ribs, pausing when it reaches your hip. “I know you want it. And you’re going to get it, I promise you. I’ll make you feel so good, you can’t even imagine.” He gathers a handful of the dress and tugs until it comes undone level with your thigh. Calloused fingertips stroke along your exposed skin. You squirm, the chain rattling slightly. He wedges a hand between your legs, sliding it up to the fork between. “You’re wet,” he observes, caressing the crotch of your damp panties.

You shake your head in protest, struggling against him, but the hand still pinning you down is unrelenting. “Did you ever fantasize about me doing this?”

You glare at him, refusing to answer. His fingers move deftly and you gasp involuntarily.

“Lying is considered bad behavior. I don’t recommend it,” he cautions you. “This is your first warning.”

“Yes,” you say through gritted teeth.

“What else? There’s more, I can see it. Tell me.” His breath is warm against your face.

“I wondered if…if you were doing the same, thinking about me.”

“The thought of that excites you, doesn’t it? Maybe even more than the thought of me touching you. Hmm?” His thumb presses against your clit through the fabric and your hips grind against him.

“Yes.” You hate him for doing this to you. Hate that he knows you so well. You hate yourself for wanting him to move his hand beneath the waistband and touch you directly. Sick. You’re so sick for enjoying this. His fingers wrap around the fabric. Why had you worn lace today? It tears easily beneath his fingers, ripped from your body. There is no longer any barrier protecting you.

“Good girl. You see how easy it is to cooperate?” His hand abruptly vanishes from between your legs and he leans back.

You stare at him incredulously.

“You have to earn that, my dear.” He releases your shoulder and rises to his feet. You sit up, pushing yourself back into the corner where the mattress abuts the wall. “It’s getting late. I’m sure you’re tired. Try to get some sleep. I’ll be back in the morning.” He’s about to stifle a yawn when the scent of your sex still clinging to his fingers floods his nostrils. His eyes darken and he climbs back onto the bed, pinning your wrists, his mouth rough against yours. You bite his bottom lip, teeth sinking in until you taste blood.

William draws back, grinning. “If you think that will deter me, you’re sadly mistaken.” He licks his lips rapturously. “Get some rest now. You’re going to need it.”

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #dave miller x you #dave miller x reader #william afton #dave miller #fnaf fanfic

[ashwhowrites]

Hi I love your five and was wondering if you could do angst prompts 2, 6, and 21 for Robin cause I absolutely love her and the way you write her.

A request for my wifey? Oh absolutely. Hurts to break her heart

Thank you sm!!

“I don’t expect a happy ending. I just want an ending.”

“I pushed you away because you deserve better.”

“I hope you got what you wanted.”

Y/N didn't know where it all went wrong. She couldn't pinpoint where the destruction started. If she had the time, she would have caught it all from falling.

The love she shared with Robin was so real that neither of them knew what to do. Both were new to relationships, barely any experience under their belts with girls, and had no clue what to do once you fell in love.

Well Robin thought she knew. And she thought- run

Robin didn't expect to fall this hard for Y/N. Robin had her eyes set on Vickie for months, truly believing that was the girl that would change it all. She had no idea it would be Vickie's boyfriend's best friend that truly fucked her up in every direction.

Robin and Y/N started because of Vickie and her boyfriend, funny enough. Y/N hated third wheeling, but Ken always wanted her around. Plus Vickie adored her. Always saying "I just love you. Please come!"

And now she watches Vickie and Ken tongue each other at the arcade. Rolling her eyes as she wandered off on her own.

That's when she met Robin, a girl that was angrily beating the claw machine.

"which one do you want?" Y/N asked as she walked up.

Robin turned to look at the stranger that stood next to her. Blinking over and over to see if the angel in front of her was going to disappear.

"the lion" Robin muttered. Embarrassed that she was caught banging on the machine like a toddler

"I'm really good at these. Hold on"

Robin watched as the stranger used her own quarter, successfully winning the lion and handed it over.

"um thank you" Robin blushed, squeezing the lion in her hands

"I'm Y/N, and your name? Plus the lion?"

Robin laughed at her joke

"Robin and this little guy is definitely Pedro."

~~

And that's where it all began.

Robin later learned she was a friend of Vickie's, hating now that they did double dates.

Robin was trying to move on, and apparently she couldn't move on very far.

Y/N never noticed Robin's long glances towards Vickie. Never once picking up on the thought that Robin was incapable of moving on from the red head. No idea Robin had a crush on her in the first place.

Y/N wished she did know. Maybe she could have stopped herself from falling.

She wished Robin just thought it all through before making her fall in love.

~~

Y/N knew she wasn't supposed to hear it. The fast whispers between Robin and Steve as they stalked shelves with movies.

All Y/N wanted to do was be a good girlfriend, bring lunch and kiss on Robin's break.

Hearing her girlfriend declare she was in love with Vickie was not what she was planning to hear.

"Steve what the fuck do I do? I'm dating practically a fucking angel. I seriously think God sent her down here to fix the world. And she adores me. She loves me. She treats me well. She's perfect and here I am lying to her. I'm fucking in love with Vickie and letting Y/N treat me like gold. What do I do?" Robin ranted, quickly losing her breath as she panicked.

"I have no idea. I think you need to be honest with her. I think the best decision would be to break up. Y/N doesn't deserve a girl that isn't all for her. She needs someone who treats her the way she treats you."

For once Steve Harrington knew exactly what a girl needed to hear.

~~

Y/N never told Robin she heard their conversation. She wanted to see if Robin would tell her the truth.

But as weeks passed, Y/N knew Robin was never going to tell her. So she began to distance herself from Robin. Slowly learn a life where Robin wasn't the main lead anymore. She needed the comfort that she would be alright with Robin gone.

~~

Robin noticed the random distance between her and her girlfriend. Y/N seemed so robotic. Like her movements were inhuman. So stiff and solid. She never kissed Robin anymore. Her body barely even skims past her anymore.

So Robin did the dumbest thing possible - confront her girlfriend.

Simply asking her but seemed to be the problem lately.

Y/N had the opening and a chance to close the door on her and Robin forever.

"you just seem to be pushing away" Robin whispered gently, trying to touch her girlfriend's hand but never succeeding.

"maybe I pushed you away because you deserve better.” Y/N answered. In some way she must have been wrong for Robin. She must not have been a good enough girlfriend to keep her interested. Robin wanted something new, something better, she wanted Vickie.

"like who? You are easily the best out of everyone" Robin smiled but it quickly dropped as Y/N released venom in her next words

"even Vickie?"

"um what?" Robin laughed awkwardly. She made sure her crush on Vickie was so hidden and a secret.

"you heard me. You want Vickie. And you never wanted me. You are IN LOVE with her. IN FUCKING LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND!" Y/n raised her voice, pacing around Robin's bedroom. This was it and Y/N was prepared.

"Y/N.... I'm so sorry. I don't even know what to say." Robin sobbed quietly. She hated herself for this. She hated her heart for betraying her. She wanted to love this girl in front of her and she wanted to more than anything else. But she just couldn't

"You've told Steve plenty and that's all I needed to hear" Y/N sighed. Collecting her things and preparing to leave Robin's room, her house, and her life.

"Y/N WAIT PLEASE. I don't want to end things this bad with you" Robin was desperate. She didn't deserve Y/N as a friend but she couldn't live knowing she hated her guts

"this is the ending Robin. I don’t expect it to be a happy ending. I just want an ending. I hope you got what you wanted. We're done."

Robin watched as she went. She didn't deserve to stop her or even have the words to stop her.

Her mind wanted Y/N

But her heart wanted Vickie

Neither were going to win

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